If you want to cry, cry to the point of value.

  Liu Yi and Liu Ke exchanged a glance, and couldn't help but curse silently.

  This woman is even more ruthless than her two sisters when it comes to acting!

  This expression of wanting to speak yet stopping is clearly the appearance of having been wronged but not daring to open one's mouth, and it's likely that Yí Wángyé has already determined that this matter was done intentionally by them.

  "General, no matter what, let's head back to the station first. Although the wind and sand outside seem to be weakening, it's hard to guarantee that they won't suddenly pick up again."

  Feng Chenye nodded slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Jiu Yin who was nestled in the crook of his arm, his deep eyes narrowing slightly as if lost in thought, but the complex light at the bottom of his eyes only flashed for a moment.

  He turned around and walked out of the cave.

  Yi Wangye walked away, his people and Liu Ke Liu Yin followed behind him, leaving the cave.

  Zhan Qingcheng lifted her sleeve to wipe away the tears from Jiuyin's eyes and said softly, "Don't be afraid, no matter what they say in the future, don't believe them again. You have to believe me, I won't let myself get into trouble, and later I'll take you away from here."

  Jiuyin didn't say a word, she just kept her face buried in his chest, her small body still trembling, as if sobbing.

  Zhan Qingcheng's heart felt a mix of softness and discomfort, thinking about how she had braved the wind and sand to come find him yesterday. That courage and determination inadvertently moved him again, and his underlying dislike for the two sisters, Liu Ke and Liu Wei, deepened.

  Fengmeng, it seems that Liangzi has made a deal with them.

  "Don't cry anymore, let's go back."

  Jiǔ yīn yǐ rán zhàn dǒu dǒu zhe, cóng tā huái lǐ shāo shāo tái qǐ tóu, wǎng dòng wài wàng qù.

  English Translation:

  The nine sounds were still trembling, and from his arms, he slightly raised his head to look outside the cave.

  Feng Chenye and Qingyi had already left a short distance away, she looked out again to make sure they were far enough, before standing up straight and smiling at the war-torn city, pulling his large palm towards the outside of the cave.

  "Let's go."

  Instead, Zhan Qingcheng stood still on the spot, his large hand tightened, and he directly pulled back Jiu Yin who was about to step forward. He looked down at her with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong, has your mood improved?"

  She pursed her lips and suddenly stretched out her index finger to her lips, making a silencing gesture at him.

  After putting down her hand, the smile at the corner of her lips was mischievous and proud: "Those two women want to perform in front of Feng Chen Ye for sympathy, but they don't think about what I used to do. Let's go, Qing Cheng, those two guys will one day be made to swallow their words."

  She won't bother you if you don't bother her; but if you bother her, she will definitely return double.

  One was called Liu Yi, and the other was called Liu Ke; she remembered these two names.

  However, Jiuyin didn't know that before she could take any action, someone had already made a move.

  Zhan Qingcheng gazed intently at her face, a face covered in dust, but couldn't block the radiant confidence emanating from it.

  I thought that after staying here for a night, he would definitely be scared to tears today, just like earlier. But unexpectedly, everything from earlier was just an act, and even he was deceived.

  Such a play, I'm afraid that even if any other man were to replace him, he wouldn't be able to tell what's real and what's fake. Jiuyin, how did you end up like this?

  This was completely different from the Jiuyin he used to know, as if they were two people who had nothing to do with each other at all.

  "What's wrong?" Jiuyin stared at him with her innocent and clear eyes, suddenly pursed her lips and smiled: "What? Do you think I should be crying like just now, waiting for you to comfort me?"

  Zhan Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded honestly.

  "A woman's tears should have value; crying just to make you pity me is pointless, so it's better not to cry at all."

  "Is this really what you think in your heart?" He held her small hand and walked out of the cave with her.

  Now Jiuyin is very strong, stronger than he expected, but under her smiling face, he can see a lonely and desolate soul from time to time.

  Jiuyin, what kind of woman is she after all?

  The wind and sand outside were still flying, Zhan Qingcheng opened his own robe to hold Jiu Yin in his arms and stepped back to the post station together.

  Not long after returning to the room at the post station, as Qing Yi said, the wind and sand gradually grew stronger.

  This sandstorm will last for at least two to three days, but based on their experience, today's wind and sand should be the worst, and it should slowly subside after tonight.

  Jiuyin and Qingcheng returned to the house, where Jiuyin ordered someone to bring hot water. She then soaked herself in the hot water, taking a refreshing bath. When she came out, Qingcheng was still sitting on the chair, staring at her with a thoughtful expression.

  He looked at her with a serious and inquiring gaze, Jiuyin slightly stunned, took a step forward and asked softly: "What's wrong, is there something on me?"

  Zhan Qingcheng shook her head, her gaze still fixed on those bright and piercing eyes. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked: "Do you know what kind of person you used to be? Or what experiences you had in the past?"

  Her eyes sparkled as she thought for a moment before suddenly understanding. He was talking about her sleeping in front of the crystal coffin.

  She shook her head: "I completely forgot, maybe after we return to Western Chu, we can go ask the national teacher."

  She just found it strange that she still couldn't recall Gu Shi's appearance even now.

  "Have I never seen the national teacher?"

  He raised an eyebrow: "You and Guoshi are often together, praying for blessings for the people of Western Chu in the Holy Hall, how could you not have seen each other?"

  "But I just can't recall what he looked like, how could it be so strange?" Those three months' events were basically remembered clearly, but only the appearance of Guoshi was forgotten.

  She rubbed her temples and refused to delve deeper into this topic.

  "I was probably frightened on the city wall that day, and now my brain is not very useful." She tapped her head twice with her hand, then looked at Zhan Qingcheng and smiled: "Do you want to change into a new set of clothes?"

  Zhan Qingcheng stood up and walked behind the screen, taking off his clothes.

  Just after coming back, I was thinking about the changes of Jiu Yin, and before I realized it, the clothes on me were covered with a layer of wind and sand.

  Jiuyin sat down on the chair, looked up and glanced out of the window. The wind and sand were still there, and there was a slight gap in the window frame, through which layer after layer of fine sand particles seeped in.

  She hurried over to close the window, and when Qing Cheng came out, she suddenly asked: "Can I say something serious to you now?"

  Zhan Qingcheng looked at her for a moment, then walked over to the chair beside her and sat down. He poured himself a cup of clear tea and took a sip: "What do you want to know?"

  "Where are the Twelve Riders now? Are they still following us? If it's inconvenient to say..."

  Zhan Qingcheng nodded silently.

  Jiuyin's fingers paused for a moment, still staring at his perfect profile: "You can walk freely here, why didn't they come to rescue you?"

  Just like that day, they had already walked very far in the forest. If the twelve riders came, could they rescue them?

  Zhan Qingcheng put down his cup and glanced at her sideways.

  His eyes were very calm, and his face was indifferent except for a hint of indifference.

  Jiǔ yīn fundamentally couldn't guess what he was thinking, in fact, she didn't really understand him at all, they were already a couple before she even understood him, this thing is strange to say the least.

  Zhan Qingcheng suddenly let out a soft sigh. That one sigh was so light that even he himself could hardly hear it: "I also want to know what happened back then."

  His words were abrupt and came out of nowhere, but Jiuyin somehow understood them.

  She didn't ask much more, poured herself a cup of clear tea and took two sips, then held the cup and fell into deep thought.

  The man beside her had opened the book and was sitting quietly in his chair reading.

  Jiuyin was stunned for a while before putting down the cup and sitting quietly beside him.

  He seemed not to have noticed her attention and continued to focus on reading his book.

  It was about what happened back then, referring to things that happened in their parents' generation. It turned out that he himself didn't know what had actually happened back then either.

  Does he know or doesn't he know why Feng Chenye hates him so much? Or perhaps he knows but is unwilling to bring it up.

  Jiǔ yīn actually wanted to say to Qīng Chéng "Let me help you, okay?"

  She had the opportunity to get close to Feng Chen Ye and also had the chance to hear him talk with people around him.

  Feng Chenye didn't mind her at all, even when they were discussing confidential matters, he allowed himself to stay by her side.

  So some messages, if she were to investigate, might be twice as effective. However, since Qing Cheng is unwilling to speak up, it means that he still doesn't consider himself someone who can trust him with his innermost thoughts.

  The relationship between people is sometimes so subtle, looking like two closest people, but in fact, there are thousands of mountains and rivers between them.

  Perhaps she should also make early preparations for herself. After arriving at the Yiwang Fu, what kind of opportunity would she need to find in order to leave that place and escape the battle between the two brothers?

  She suddenly looked at Zhan Qingcheng and asked: "The twelve riders followed all the way, then... does Feng Chenye know?"

  Zhan Qingcheng's gaze remained fixed on the book, without moving away even a little. He nodded slightly but still didn't speak.

  "Are you not afraid of Feng Chen's nighttime revenge?" asked Jiu Yin again.

  Zhan Qingcheng finally looked up at her, his eyes gentle and his voice calm: "With Feng Chenye here, the Twelve Riders can't save us. As for the Twelve Riders, as long as they don't get close, Feng Chenye won't make a move against them."

  Jiuyin stopped talking, and the gaze of the city's conqueror returned to the book.

  Two people kept silent all the way, and it was like this for more than an hour.

  Jiǔ yīn gradually discovered that, in fact, Qīng Chéng wasn't cold, but just too lazy, too lazy to interact with people, too lazy to deal with the messy relationships between people.

  So he would rather not speak and say less, and also care less about others, so that he can save a lot of energy.

  At first she thought he was naturally cold, but after being together for a long time, she discovered this.

  This man, apart from being radiant on the battlefield, is really lazy to the bone at all other times.

  Obviously not an advantage, but when it comes to him, Jiuyin feels that even if he is lazy, he is lazily charming.

  If one day he meets a woman who truly touches his heart, will his laziness become diligent?

  She suddenly really looked forward to it, looking forward to the day when Chen Qing would become passionate.

  Even if the object of passion is not her, she still wants to see what the god of war looks like when he's passionate, and how captivating his demeanor is.

  What kind of woman can break his lazy tendon and make him love to laugh and talk?