Young Master Lan, it's been a long time
Pancheng, the venerable capital of the Zhou dynasty, has borne witness to over five centuries of unparalleled grandeur. Compared to Yanjing, it possesses a quaint and profound charm, steeped in the sediment of countless years. Every corner here, even the clouds that drift above, seem to echo the majesty of towering palaces, exuding an air of authority that commands reverence and compels one to gaze upwards in awe.
In contrast to the earlier days when Xianyue had just arrived, the inn bustles with liveliness. The young servants at the entrance greet visitors with warm smiles, hurrying to and fro, panting from their exertions. Occasionally, one might see a traveler, burdened by heavy packs, emerging from the inn with a sullen expression, likely unable to find a place to rest amidst the crowd.
On either side of the broad street rise imposing buildings. Vendors still call out to attract the throngs of passersby, and with the impending martial arts tournament, heroes from all corners gather. One can witness a myriad of uniquely adorned figures bustling past—some wielding broad swords, others brandishing precious blades, and some carrying spear-like weapons, each radiating a vibrant spirit.
True to its status as the emperor's domain, Pancheng boasts wide thoroughfares. Despite the incessant flow of people and the clattering of carts, the streets remain remarkably uncrowded.
"I never knew Pancheng was so lively," Ning Yunyan remarked, closely following Xianyue, her eyes gliding over the bustling crowd with a gentle smile.
Over the years, she had been confined within the palace walls, spending festive occasions merely in the company of her brothers, those jealous consorts, and sycophantic ministers at palace banquets. Lavish feasts, starlit skies, and the graceful dances of beautiful maidens had been her only respite. Even when allowed outside, she was relegated to the confines of a carriage, shielded by layers of imperial guards, leaving her with no opportunity to observe the place she had called home for nearly two decades from such proximity.
The houses lining the street were much like she had imagined—neither the towering grandeur of the palace nor the opulence of its interiors. Yet, her heart soared with a joy surpassing any she had felt before.
As Xianyue turned, she caught sight of Ning Yunyan, who stood still, her hands gracefully lifted and then spread wide, a smile gracing her lips. In the sunlight, her noble, peony-like visage radiated a sense of satisfaction and bliss. The crowd flowed around her, their gazes seemingly entranced, captivated by her regal presence that evoked a fleeting moment of awe.
Ning Yunyan's thoughts began to drift; she felt as if she had transformed into a delicate swallow, soaring freely beneath the blue sky and white clouds, in pursuit of a young man in white, traversing the rivers and lakes.
Xianyue stood by, observing the uplifted corners of her mouth and the throng of people passing by her side. In that moment, Ning Yunyan appeared akin to an unattainable peony, surrounded by changing floral embellishments, her nobility unyielding.
Ning Yunyan, Xianyue mused, truly is a remarkable and astute individual. If the object of her affection were not Jun Pinyu, but rather her brother, even if he were indifferent, she would still wish to adopt the Feng surname. In contrast to Bai Pingting, she would undoubtedly alleviate her brother's burdens.
"Miss, we can go now," Xianyue said, stepping closer to Ning Yunyan and gently tugging at her sleeve. She had slipped out of the palace, and time was limited; she needed to return by evening. "It's important to attend to business."
Ning Yunyan opened her eyes, her watery gaze shimmering like the surface of a pond, twinkling with stars. "I want to explore a bit."
This simple declaration, spoken in her authoritative tone, carried an air of command.
Xianyue smiled and released her grip, offering no resistance. "As you wish."
Feeling cheerful, Xianyue was naturally agreeable.
Leading the way, Ning Yunyan, a woman of composed demeanor, exuded remarkable self-restraint. When she admired something, unlike other women who might cling to it or lament letting go, she simply observed, her eyes lighting up momentarily. This subtle brilliance was easily overlooked, for she knew well what to desire and what to avoid. Those things not belonging to her would linger in her heart, yet she would never reach out to grasp them—much like her feelings for Jun Pinyu.
Xianyue followed closely behind Ning Yunyan, unencumbered by such reservations. Over the past few days, she had wandered the streets daily, becoming well-acquainted with the local delicacies. When something caught her eye, she would buy it and savor it as she walked.
"Brother Feng," Xianyue exclaimed, picking up the last piece of green cloud cake, fragrant and crisp, as she caught sight of a familiar figure weaving through the crowd. His eyes were wide with urgency and desperation, as if chasing after someone ahead. This face was all too familiar—trouble personified—and her instinct was to avoid it.
Xianyue tossed away the bag that held the green cloud cake and hurriedly stepped in front of Ning Yunyan, seizing her hand. She quickly scanned the area, searching for a stall brimming with customers, then dragged Ning Yunyan into the throng.
Ning Yunyan was taken by surprise, bewildered by Xianyue's sudden maneuver. Despite being of the same gender, Xianyue possessed much greater strength and effectively prevented her from breaking free. Thus, Ning Yunyan found herself pulled along, swept into the crowd.
"He's at Qiuyang Inn; he can't escape. Why is Brother Feng in such a hurry?"
Nian Xiaoyu pouted, her eyes filled with complaint as she trailed closely behind Bai Zhanfeng, who was moving in a flurry.
Those well-versed in martial arts, especially someone like Xianyue, possessed an extraordinary keen hearing. Nian Xiaoyu's grumbling reached Xianyue's ears without a hitch.
Bai Zhanfeng was quite capable, having tracked her down to Qiuyang Inn. She had initially worried that he would seek her out, which was why she had used an alias, and now she was baffled by how he managed to find her.
This whirlwind of a figure could be nothing but furious, intent on confronting her about her abrupt departure. If he did find her, he would be as persistent as a dogged plaster, rendering her with no freedom to pursue her desires.
Ning Yunyan, however, was oblivious to Nian Xiaoyu's words. She simply felt that Xianyue's actions were rather sudden, as if trying to evade someone. She turned, craning her neck, but could only see a swath of black fabric. She had never imagined that a person's skirts could billow like banners in the wind, behind which stood a girl clad in red, her features clear-cut, shining like a flame under the sun.
"Do you know them?" Ning Yunyan asked, pointing toward the disappearing figures of Bai Zhanfeng and Nian Xiaoyu, her tone almost accusatory.
Xianyue followed her gaze, catching a glimpse of Nian Xiaoyu's retreating back. She exhaled in relief; it seemed they could no longer stay at Qiuyang Inn. Luckily, she had prepared in advance, carrying silver notes with her. Her brother had already arrived at the inn designated for receiving envoys from various nations, and after escorting Ning Yunyan back to the palace, she planned to seek out someone that very night. Hence, she had also brought medicinal herbs with her.
Even if Bai Zhanfeng were to seize her belongings and lay in wait, success was beyond reach. The more Xianyue pondered, the more satisfied she felt.
Initially intending to deny any acquaintance, she reconsidered. Ning Yunyan was no fool; should she refute her knowledge, she would surely remain unconvinced. Smiling, she nodded, "I owe them something."
She knew that, given Ning Yunyan's new disposition, she would not press for further details.
What could it be that she owed? Did bidding farewell count?
Ning Yunyan remained puzzled, gazing at Xianyue, struggling to find a more substantial reason. "Who are those two?"
Though she had only caught a glimpse of their clothing, it was evident that they were not mere ordinary individuals, given Xianyue's evident trepidation and instinct to flee.
"The one dressed in black ahead belongs to the esteemed family of Chu, the former leader of the martial world, Bai Zhanfeng, known for his prowess in combat. He is one of your potential suitors. The girl in red pursuing him is Nian Xiaoyu, the daughter of the former martial arts leader, and she could be considered your rival. Should you choose Bai Zhanfeng, she would view you as a formidable enemy."
The state of Chu was distinct from others; its royal lineage had long since waned, supplanted by the rise of the Bai family, which had allied through marriage, thus securing a status even above the royal bloodline.
"I see," Ning Yunyan replied, somewhat understanding as she observed the disappearing figures. Turning to Xianyue, a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "Let's move on."
As they prepared to navigate through the crowd, they realized that all around them were men gathered to witness the commotion. In the center stood a man wearing a white short-sleeved tunic, his muscular chest exposed, clad only in knee-length shorts that revealed his sturdy, dark thighs.
Ning Yunyán exuded an air of noble elegance. Her attire, though simple, was crafted from the finest satin. Having traversed the world for years, her gaze was sharp and glimmering, reminiscent of a polished dagger, instantly revealing her affluent status. Her fingers were slender and delicate, as pale as freshly made tofu, a true wealthy young lady untouched by menial tasks—such individuals were the easiest to deceive.
With a jovial smile, a vendor approached, holding several small packages. "Miss, if your husband takes this medicine, he'll be invigorated and vigorous as a dragon," he proclaimed.
Ning Yunyán frowned as she observed him advancing, taking two steps back. She pointed at him and commanded, "Stop!"
Her voice, though not loud, bore an undeniable authority that demanded submission.
The vendor hesitated for a moment, then halted, while those around them ceased their actions, all eyes fixed on Ning Yunyán. After a lengthy pause, he returned to reality, realizing he had stumbled upon a lucrative target. Reluctantly, he pressed on, "Miss, this is a fine product; I assure you, your man will be at it all night long, bringing you heavenly pleasure."
Although Ning Yunyán was inexperienced in romantic matters, she was not completely naïve. Initially oblivious, she soon noticed the curious expressions of the men surrounding her, and recalling the vendor's words, her cheeks flushed crimson. Glancing at Xianyue, she saw the same suppressed emotion mirrored in her eyes.
Like those at Yanyu Tower, they too were held in adoration, constantly flattered. She was a princess, the most graceful and dignified of her kind, and how could she endure such indignities? Were it not for the public setting, she would have surely erupted in anger.
She merely wished to witness the proud and regal Ning Yunyán unleash her fury. However, in the current situation, she could only let her tears pool in her eyes, not crying but resolutely refusing to let her mind settle.
This life was indeed arduous.
Xianyue chuckled, positioning herself in front of Ning Yunyán to shield her from the dark-skinned vendor. "Our young master is vigorous and youthful; he simply does not require such remedies."
With a smile, Xianyue unceremoniously brushed the vendor's hand aside. "Our young lady has a fondness for animals and wishes for them to breed."
The crowd suddenly understood, retracting their lecherous gazes. It was no wonder a lady of such refined elegance would not engage in such activities. Observing her youth, they concluded she had no need for such things.
Their attention shifted back to Xianyue, who donned a simple white garment, devoid of any ostentation. Despite addressing the vendor as 'mister,' she hardly appeared to be a servant; her demeanor was casual yet disarmingly charming, leaving a comforting impression. Initially captivated by the lady behind her, they now found her less appealing in comparison to the white-clad figure.
"Is that so? How many packages do you have, madam?"
Xianyue grasped Ning Yunyán's hand and turned to glance at the vendor. "I intended to purchase, but seeing you, I suddenly lost all desire."
As they finally squeezed through the throng, Xianyue exhaled with relief and couldn't suppress her laughter.
"Is it truly so amusing?" Ning Yunyán asked, smoothing her disheveled hair, her enchanting eyes narrowed at Xianyue. Her voice was frosty, yet Xianyue sensed a flicker of fierce flame within.
Had she been a typical spoiled princess, that vendor might have lost both his head and body.
Xianyue allowed her to vent her frustration, continuing to chuckle at her own mischief while Ning Yunyán sulked beside her. She harbored no fears of Ning Yunyán abruptly turning away; without her, returning to the palace would be impossible. Moreover, she knew better than anyone that she would not wish to return to the palace before dusk; had it not been for the fear of being discovered, she would not have gone back at all.
Xianyue's gaze lingered on Ning Yunyán, assessing her with mischievous intent. "Miss, your noble aura is hard to conceal; it's no wonder they sought to prey upon you."
In a brief span of time, Ning Yunyán managed to compose herself, restoring her usual lofty demeanor, one that ordinary mortals could never hope to approach.
In truth, she and Lányì Xuān were well-matched; yet, such a man, even with a heart firmly belonging to another, was an irresistible temptation over time. One's heart, more often than not, is beyond one's control.
A man devoid of conscience, once ensnared in love, willingly became his tool, ultimately pondering whether he could even recall his original self.
"Let us go."
Xianyue suddenly stifled her laughter, and Ning Yunyán hurried to follow her.
"Tianfu" is nestled in the western outskirts of Pánchéng. This place, with its elegant and tranquil environment, serves as an exquisite refuge for those who cherish peace and solitude.
Established nearly five hundred years ago, "Tianfu" thrived during the peak of the Zhou dynasty when the world enjoyed stability, and the vassal states remained unwaveringly loyal to Zhou. Each year, they visited the heavenly realm, residing in this very place.
"This is Tianfu," Xianyue remarked, as she and Ning Yunyán concealed themselves in a corner. Ning Yunyán gazed up at the towering structure, a rare surge of emotion swelling within her—pride and honor, which ultimately dissipated into a melancholic sigh.
Yesterday has fled, and the glories of the past have turned to vapor.
In those days, the spectacle of five nations paying tribute must have been magnificent.
Xianyue stood before Ning Yunyán, scanning the surroundings for the most suitable entrance.
The present Zhou dynasty was unlike any before. In the past, "Tianfu" had been protected by the vassal states' own guards, ensuring their safety while Zhou merely provided food and lodging, neglecting personal security. Now, from the highest nobility, including King Hui of Zhou himself, to the common citizens who had lived in Pánchéng for five hundred years, they were all unwilling to disrupt their peaceful existence. They feared any disturbances in this inn, dispatching numerous elite soldiers to guard it. Furthermore, they had lavishly hired skilled fighters from the rivers and lakes, making the security even more formidable than that of the palace.
"We agreed to merely observe them from a distance."
Xianyue pointed at the dazed Ning Yunyán, her expression quite earnest.
If it were merely the lurking masters of the martial world, it might be more manageable; however, the five most renowned young gentlemen of the Zhou Dynasty reside in this very place. Bai Zhanfeng has already departed, leaving behind the others, who are exceedingly cautious, particularly Lan Yixuan, who possesses a pair of eyes as perceptive as a hawk's and ears as keen as a hound's. Then there's Xuanyuan Hao, though he has not formally taken charge, he is undoubtedly a formidable figure. If Ning Yunyan were to inadvertently draw attention, it could spell her doom.
She has already discerned that, at this hour, Lan Yixuan and Xuanyuan Hao, along with their entourage, have just finished their luncheon. They gather in the garden, sipping tea and engaging in trivial conversation, though Chun Yue is aware they are subtly testing one another.
Her brother, who cherishes tranquility, has taken residence in the most secluded rear courtyard, rarely interacting with these individuals. Perhaps due to her absence, he seems to have grown somewhat aloof.
"The divine physician is also within," she remarked.
Ning Yunyan stepped back a few paces, standing amidst the bamboo grove, gazing up at the insurmountable high wall. Knowing it does not belong to her, why cling to it so fervently? The more she desires it, the more painful the severance becomes.
"Princess, time is fleeting; you ought to spend more moments contemplating your future husband."
She is not one for needless chatter, but this matter requires utmost caution: "Princess, if discovered, your reputation will be irreparably tarnished." For a woman like Ning Yunyan, whose greatest concern is her own honor, this threat holds more weight than any other.
Assassins typically emerge under the cloak of night; no one would suspect an intrusion in the daylight, especially not in a place as secure as the Tianfu, where not even a fly could penetrate.
Over the past few days, Chun Yue has thoroughly surveyed the surroundings, soon bringing Ning Yunyan to a predetermined vantage point. The location is splendid, with dense foliage providing not only cover but also shielding them from the sun. Though it is mid-October and the sun is no longer harsh, prolonged exposure at noon can still feel akin to being scorched by flames.
Ning Yunyan and Chun Yue crouched on the glazed green-tiled wall, allowing them a clear view of the gentlemen seated in the pavilion sipping tea, while taking in the entire picturesque expanse of Tianfu. This place, designated for the Zhou Dynasty's five vassal states, showcases a harmonious blend of Zhou grandeur and the architectural nuances of each principality; every palace exhibits a unique charm, rendering it exceptionally accommodating.
"Can you see them?" Chun Yue whispered, leaning close to Ning Yunyan's ear.
Crouched atop the wall, she could see every man within the pavilion distinctly. Lan Yixuan, adorned in a flowing purple robe, wore a jade crown atop his head. The intricate belt at his waist was obscured from view, but his finely chiseled face bore the relaxed and languid smile he was known for; the warmth it projected felt superficial. He held a cup of tea that must have been brewed just moments ago by Lei Yun, for he was notoriously finicky, refusing to drink tea that had cooled, claiming it lacked flavor. Reclining against the lakeside, Chun Yue would not concede; it was an exquisitely beautiful scene.
As Lan Yixuan sipped his tea, a familiar warmth prickled at his forehead. His gaze pierced through the air, and he smiled lightly, continuing his drink.
From the moment she perched on the wall, Ning Yunyan's eyes fixated intensely on Jun Pin Yu. After all these years, he remained unchanged—clean and ethereal, without a hint of alteration; yet, he seemed to possess an even greater air of indifference.
Chun Yue tugged at Ning Yunyan's sleeve. "Mind your gaze."
Her intensity was far too fervent; such a look could burn one alive, leaving them uneasy and restless.
"Look at the man in black," Chun Yue pointed toward Xuanyuan Hao, who sat to Lan Yixuan's left. "He is the Xuanyuan heir, ambitious and exceptionally talented, well-loved by the people of Xuanyuan. Should you wed him, you might well become the matriarch of the realm."
In Chun Yue's view, marrying him would secure the best alliance, considering the entire Zhou Dynasty as part of the dowry.
"And who is that? A prince of the Lan nation?" Ning Yunyan asked, indicating Lan Yixuan, whose lips curved in a gentle smile as he sipped his tea, embodying an unmatched elegance and nobility.
Xuanyuan Hao? Ning Yunyan turned to observe the imposing figure beside her, exuding both grandeur and authority. He resembled someone destined to carve out a legacy in tumultuous times.
Chun Yue shook her head. "No, he is Lan Yixuan, one of the five most distinguished young gentlemen of the Zhou Dynasty, shrouded in mystery. The two beside him are named Lei Yun and Lei An. If you wish to uncover his true identity, you might start by investigating them."
Yet she speculated that, even if they pried open their lips, no substantial information would emerge.
"And the others?" Ning Yunyan inquired, pointing toward the remaining men.
"I do not know."
If the best suitors are Lan Yixuan and Xuanyuan Hao, the rest, while handsome and capable, pale in comparison.
Lei Yun turned, moments later producing a chessboard, which he handed to Lan Yixuan. Lan Yixuan, glancing at Jun Pin Yu and Xuanyuan Hao, gestured to the board, smiling as he likely invited them to partake in a game.
He perpetually exuded an air of tranquility and ease, regardless of where he found himself.
"Why haven't I seen the crown prince of Feng nation?"
In truth, Ning Yunyan had already made her mind up; she was willing to wager her entire happiness, the future of the Zhou Dynasty, and everything she held dear. She sought not only a companion for life but also stability for the royal family.
Upon her first glance, her attention was captivated by the man named Lan Yixuan. Yet, like Jun Pin Yu, he could not provide everything she desired. Where is the prince of the Lan nation? Ning Yunyan pursed her lips, feeling a tinge of displeasure.
"He favors solitude and, due to his frail health, seldom mingles with these individuals."
Chun Yue, observing Ning Yunyan's reaction, paused, satisfied to see her brow slightly furrowed. She continued, "He appears to possess a rather indifferent demeanor."
In a time of peace, a ruler may wield authority with arrogance, indifference, or even cruelty. The warlords of a chaotic era require not only iron-fisted governance but also unparalleled strategy and the wisdom to win hearts. Chun Yue smiled; she was somewhat curious about the woman beside her. How much of her actions were for the sake of the Zhou Dynasty, and how much was driven by her desire to retain her lofty status?
This proud woman is entwined with power; has she never worried that one day, with the fall of her nation, the once exalted princess would be reduced to a lowly servant?
Ning Yunyan nodded, refraining from further inquiry. Unlike Chun Yue, who was adept in martial arts and could discern details from a considerable distance.
At noon, the sunlight was blinding; with her back to the light, she could barely discern the features of those present, only feeling the extraordinary air that set them apart from ordinary folk.
Within the pavilion, Lan Yixuan and Xuanyuan Hao were engrossed in a game of chess, and the men seated at the table rose, standing on either side.
It was unclear whom Ning Yunyan sought to scrutinize more closely. Leaning forward, she found herself on the impeccably cleaned glazed tiles, so pristine they seemed almost slippery. Just as her foot slipped, she widened her eyes in alarm, about to scream. Chun Yue leapt down, grasping one of her hands while swiftly covering her mouth with the other, guiding her back to her previous position. Xuanyuan Hao, holding the black pieces, furrowed his brow and glanced in their direction, as did the others. Only Lan Yixuan, elegantly pinching a piece between his fingers, remained focused on the chessboard.
Well, now it was impossible to hide.
"Stay still; you know the consequences," Chun Yue warned, her finger pointed at the panicked Ning Yunyan, who nodded vigorously. She then pushed aside the concealing branches and leaped down, beaming as she skipped toward the pavilion. "Young Master Lan, long time no see! Young Master Xuanyuan, Jun Pin Yu, how have you been?"