“I once saw the oriole crow in the Jade Palace of Jinling, the flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai Waterside Pavilion, who knew it was so easy to freeze! Seeing him rise from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse…”
The babbling lyrics, singing about years of love and obsession, were heard across the waterside pavilion.
Yu Xinian knelt on the ground. A pair of old hands stretched out and touched his face ambiguously, “Did your Shizun treat you harshly? You are much thinner than the last time I saw you.”
Yu Xinian wanted to turn his head away in disgust, but his body was frozen and he couldn’t move.
The hands were old and ugly, with bulging veins and thick calluses that caused pain, and his white, tender skin quickly reddened.
His cheeks, neck, clothes.
He was pulled up and taken into the arms that exuded decaying air.
“….no.”
He was too weak, trying his best to resist, but he could only make an indistinct sound.
“Shizun, save me.” He shouted in his heart.
He had never called Han Shuchen before, and he hated this man’s pretentiousness and hypocrisy.
But at this moment, he could only think of Han Shuchen.
As if he knew what he was thinking, his neck was suddenly pinched hard. His head was lifted up, and he was forced to look up at that old and plump face.
“Your Shizun is in Chongqing and will never come back. Be good, and I will make you feel comfortable.”
As he spoke, his hands kept moving, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction, “As expected, all of the Fusang Clan are treasures.”
Yu Xinian stared at the person in front of him with resentment. He was wearing the purest white clothes, but doing the most obscene things.
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His robe was taken off, and it slipped to the ground.
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He wanted to turn around, but his body was immobilized.
“Shuchen, do you want to point your sword at your master?” Pei Qian had a smile on his face, but his tone was devoid of any friendliness.
Han Shuchen’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he did not put it down. His expression was slightly condensed, and he spoke word by word, “I am also his master.”
One sitting and one standing, they looked at each other from a distance.
Pei Qian’s expression changed a few times, and with a sneer, he threw Yu Xinian on the ground like an object. He stood up, patted his clothes, and said disdainfully, “He is of lowly blood, and yet you treat him like a treasure.”
As he said this, he glanced at them, unknown who he was referring to, “Mud can’t hold up a wall.”
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left.
Yu Xinian was lying on the ground and heard a rush of footsteps. Then, his body was lifted and his acupuncture points were unblocked.
Han Shuchen frowned, took off his own robe, and wrapped it around his body.
“Xinian…”
Before he finished speaking, he was pushed away by Yu Xinian.
Then he tore off the robes, turned around, picked up his own robes from the ground, and ran out after putting it on.
Han Shuchen hurriedly followed.
It wasn’t his fault, but he was the only one to apologize, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone. I clearly told Elder Fang in advance, why did he…”
“Someone invited Elder Fang to have a drink with them yesterday.” Yu Xinian’s voice was cold, but if listened carefully, a hint of grievance could be detected.
Han Shuchen felt suffocated.
There was silence in the air.
Then he apologized again.
Yu Xinian didn’t say a word. He could bear this apology.
–
In the evening, the weather started to get hot and humid, and as expected, it started raining just after nightfall.
The rain was particularly heavy that night, mixed with lightning and thunder.
He dreamt of that day again.
Everything was fine. He had just woken up as usual. He was wearing a blue silk lining and was lying on the golden nanmu bed, coquettishly refusing to get up from beside his mother. In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with fire and corpses were everywhere.
He was escorted by the guards and ran outside, but soon he was alone.
He accidentally fell to the ground, and then, a huge shadow enveloped him. He turned around tremblingly and saw a sword slashing straight towards him.
Then a white figure stood in front of him and picked him up.
That figure looked very familiar, but he couldn’t see their face clearly.
Who was it? He should remember…
Afterwards, he was brought back to the Hengyue Sect, and Han Shuchen said that he would be accepted as a disciple.
He was Han Shuchen’s first disciple, so the apprenticeship ceremony was very grand.
Before becoming a disciple, someone even specially made a mask for him.
When handing it to him, he said, “After putting on the mask, there will be no more Yu Xinian in the world, but I will always remember your name.”
Who was it? Dressed in white, he looked like…Pei Qian?
Yes, it was Pei Qian.
On the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, Pei Qian sat at the very top, followed by Han Shuchen. He wore the clothes of Hengyue Sect’s disciples, and walked up to them under everyone’s gaze.
He could no longer remember the details. He only remembered that a voice sounded when the ceremony was completed, “Hengyue disciple, you need to think carefully and act carefully, and always be grateful. From now on, your name will be Huaien.”
Always be grateful.
Yu Xinian bit these words and slowly knelt down. His eyes flashed with his mother’s blood, the corpses of the guards and the Fusang people, like hell on earth.
The souls of countless people fell into hell that day and were burned by the raging fire. They howled miserably and struggled with all their might, but could not get a moment of respite.
Yu Xinian’s eyes fell on the ground, and a deep, dark vortex seemed to appear in them. He stretched out his hands and got on the ground.
He thought he would go down sooner or later.
But not now. Now, he still needs to be grateful.
There seemed to be a faint mist clouding his eyes, but his lips held a smile. Yu Xinian closed his eyes and kowtowed, knocking his head heavily on the ground.
“Disciple Huaien thanks Shizun and Shizu.”
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