Xianya Building is a wine house and also a special place in Beijing.

  What makes it special is mainly its location.

  In the capital city, there is a lake called Chengxin Lake, which has always been a place of interest for idle and elegant scholars. Every evening, many people would sail on the lake, accompanied by the sound of the guqin, sipping clear tea, and gently swaying their fans, enjoying the breeze, just like the "Wind Blowing My Sleeves" style, none of which are lacking.

  In the very center of Chenghu Lake, there is a building on the lake surface, which is the most expensive in the whole city, with the best food and the hardest location to get, that is Xianya Building.

  All the diners who come to Xianya Building for dinner have to hire a small boat at the lakeside first, and let the boatman take you to the entrance of the restaurant. After finishing the meal, they will also hire another small boat to row back.

  Feng Yu, Huang and San came just like this.

  Huang Quan was obviously very familiar with the Xianya Building, and even on the boat, he pointed to that place and introduced it to Feng Yuexiang: "When you were nine years old, you opened a play and didn't expect to open up a reputation. In the capital, whether it's a noble son or daughter, they all take pride in being able to eat at Xianya Building. In the past, only private rooms and elegant seats were hard to book, now even public dining is not easy to book."

  "Who exactly is the person who invited our young lady to come here?" She had arrived at the Phoenix Manor after being betrothed to the Imperial Prince, and her impression of him was rather vague.

  The Yellow Spring smiled and said: "Of course, I am the master here."

  Just then, the boat reached the shore.

  Someone immediately came forward in the wine house to welcome the guests. Seeing that it was three girls who came up, a waiter asked: "Do you have a reservation?"

  Huang Quan threw a punch and shouted: "Did I come here just to book a table?"

  Xiao Er was taken aback for a moment, and soon recognized Huang Quan - "Hey! It's Miss Huang Quan."

  Before he could say more, a man in his forties, dressed neatly, walked out of the Xianya Building. He nodded at Huang Quan first, then bowed deeply to Feng Yuexia: "Your Highness." Then he turned and made a gesture: "Please go inside, His Majesty is on the third floor."

  Feng Yu Huan wasn't very used to this title, but sometimes Wang Chuan and Huang Quan would call her that, so she wouldn't feel too out of place. It was just that when she heard the person was on the third floor, being called "Your Highness" made her face slightly flush.

  Huang Quan, who had been laughing and joking all along, also became serious after going up the stairs, which made Qing Yu feel tense as well.

  Until the shopkeeper personally led the three people to the door of a elegant room on the third floor, Feng Yuexiang saw Bai Ze.

  She twitched the corner of her eyebrow, and suddenly remembered their first meeting in the deep mountains. The purple lotus that had been floating in her mind and refused to disperse became clearer.

  The shopkeeper handed the three people over to Bai Ze and returned downstairs. Bai Ze grinned at Feng Yuexiang, laughing silently, not saying a word, making Feng Yuexiang glare at him with her eyes.

  Finally, Bai Ze was able to recall the proper matter and in just a moment he put away his smiling face, turned around and pushed open the door, saying to those inside: "Master, the person you've been waiting for has arrived." Then he made a gesture towards Huang Quan, who then pulled Qing Yu along with him as they followed Bai Ze out.

  Qing Yu was still uneasy at first, but Feng Yuhan nodded slightly to her, and the little girl reluctantly followed Huang Quan away.

  Feng Yu Huan herself stood at the door, and for a long time didn't dare take another step forward.

  Two people, one inside the door and one outside, were like two opposing forces, neither speaking a word. The one inside wouldn't come out, and the one outside wouldn't enter, and they stood there in stalemate for as long as it takes to burn an incense stick.

  The person inside let out a helpless sigh: "My legs are inconvenient, you can't expect me to personally go over and invite you."

  She finally came back to her senses, but that sentence "legs are not convenient" made her heart twist a few more times.

  Feng Yu Huan had imagined the scene of two people reuniting, she once thought that she would first ask him whose hands his legs and face were injured by, then remember the name of the person who hurt him, and in the future, she must help him take revenge.

  At this moment, she was indeed prepared to say so, but somehow some words that were clearly thought out in her mind changed flavor when spoken.

  Just like now, Feng Yu Heng entered the room, closed the door behind her and walked in front of Xuan Tian Ming. The first thing she said to him was: "You've injured your leg and ruined your face, why don't you just lose your life as well?"

  She really wanted to slap herself in the face!

  Xuān Tiān Míng didn't think it was unexpected, this girl had never given him a kind word or a good expression from start to finish. Thinking back to his treatment in the mountains, he felt that things were already not bad now.

  He spread his hands and leaned back in his wheelchair, looking at her and saying, "If I were to lose my life, who would come back to Beijing to support you?"

  She reflexively retorted: "I can take care of them without you!"

  Xuán tiān míng shī xiào.

  English Translation: The mysterious heaven is lost in laughter.

  She just looked at him and saw the corners of his lips slightly curved upwards, that arc just touched her heart, and suddenly she couldn't say any more provocative words.

  Staring blankly at the person in front of him, the golden mask was exquisitely crafted, with even delicate carvings on top. The purple lotus was visible through a small hole between his eyebrows, eerily highlighting the man's eerie aura.

  She didn't think much of it and suddenly lifted her paw without any warning, stretching it out towards the mask.

  But just as his fingertips were about to touch the metallic surface, a hand gently grasped it.

  "What's wrong with you?" he said helplessly, "It's really ugly."

  She suddenly turned her head around, with her back to him, her small mouth pouting tightly together, and her eyes staring straight at a nameless corner.

  There is a surge of liquid in the eye socket that is forced not to flow out, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable.

  Xuān Tiān Míng was also stunned, looking at that awkward back view, and felt that this girl seemed to have lost even more weight than when she was in the mountains.

  "Does the Feng family still dare not to feed you enough?" He had an idea in his heart, and the words came out of his mouth as if he were chatting with her, stretching out his hand to pull her sleeve. "I thought that after Mrs. Zhou went there at least they should know to restrain themselves a bit, how are you still so thin?"

  She was dragged by him and lost her temper, turned around and opened his hand, "Later on, I ate well, this is a good foundation, it's saved from getting fat and having to lose weight."

  Xuān Tiān Míng hadn't heard of the term "weight loss" before, and after thinking about it for a while, he concluded that it was probably because girls were afraid of getting fat. He shook his head in annoyance: "How old are you? You're still growing, what's with all this nonsense?"

  "Hey!" As soon as she said that, Feng Yu Heng came over with a burst of energy. With a twist of her body, she jumped onto the table and sat down, her two legs dangling in the air. "You also know I'm young? I'm so young, what's the hurry to give me betrothal gifts? And you're saying that when I turn 15 and wear my hair up, I'll have to marry him? I've never seen anyone so anxious. Besides..." She raised an eyebrow, "Did you ask if I was willing or not?"

  "When I was a child and got engaged, no one asked if I was willing or not." He said frankly, "This arranged marriage thing, what we say doesn't count."

  Feng Yu Huan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her legs, which had been swinging back and forth, suddenly stopped moving. She stared blankly at him.

  "So you're unwilling?"

  Xuántiān Míng shook his head, "What kind of logic is this?"

  "Why such a heavy betrothal gift?" she asked the question that had been on her mind all along, "When did you know I was Miss Feng, the second daughter of the Feng family?"

  He honestly replied: "On the day I returned to Beijing, I saw you at the city gate and had Bai Ze investigate. Those betrothal gifts... were the medical fees I owed you."

  She shook her head and stared into his eyes: "Jianjin, you've already paid."

  "Twenty taels is too little."

  "Not much. If I didn't have those twenty taels, I wouldn't be able to return to the capital."

  Both of them fell silent for a moment.

  He thought of that night in the deep mountains when she used her slingshot to drive away the bad guys; he thought of how she pulled him out from the crack in the mountain with all her might; he thought of how she helped him scrape off the dirt and set his bones; and also thought of her at the beginning, that desolate and lonely frail figure.

  And she thought of the perilous escape from Northwest to Beijing, all thanks to the twenty taels he gave her to support herself.

  Feng Yu's stubbornness relapsed in an instant, and she actually pounced on Xuan Tianming from the table, reaching out to grab the mask.

  "Let me take a look."

  Xuān Tiān Míng was startled by her and quickly caught the person, dodging her hands while shouting: "Huāng Huāng, stop messing around."

  She made a few grabs but couldn't get it, then obediently withdrew her hand, but still lay on top of him, one hand tightly grasping his lapel, with two tears rolling down "plop plop".

  Feng Yu Huan burst into tears without warning.

  She cried with great grievance, but didn't make a sound, her throat was sour and painful from holding it in, her silver teeth chattered loudly, and her nose ran uncontrollably.

  In the years before Xuan Tian Mo went to war in the northwest, many girls had cried in front of him, including the daughter of that hetero king whose palace he had burned down with a single flame.

  But no girl can cry so innocently and sincerely, and... without caring about her image.

  Suddenly, a wave of heartache surged up, and an unfamiliar feeling invaded his heart. He subconsciously reached out to stroke her soft hair, speaking in a soothing tone as if comforting a child: "Good girl, don't cry."

  She cried even harder.

  He had no choice but to endure the pain in his legs as she pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around the child, gently patting her back.

  Yes! That's just a kid. Only twelve years old, eight years younger than him.

  "Are you regretting now? The person you're going to marry is a cripple who's lost his looks, aren't you disappointed?"

  He was originally teasing her, but unexpectedly the Phoenix Yu Han, who was still crying in his heart, suddenly raised his head, with tears still hanging on his face, but no longer sobbing. He stared at him for a long time before opening his mouth and saying: "The leg that I had finally cured with great difficulty by that doctor, how did it break again?"

  He pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom and gently wiped away her tears and nasal mucus, "After you left, Bai Ze and I couldn't safely leave the mountain, we encountered an ambush at the mountain pass."

  He spoke lightly, as if it was just a minor scuffle.

  In fact, that ambush nearly took his and Shiraki's lives.

  "What kind of ambush is this?" She thought for a moment, "Enemy country?"

  He shook his head, "It's not like that. This matter is under investigation, don't take it too much to heart."

  "Feng Yu Heng's anger flared up, 'Your leg is also crippled, and the face I love to look at is ruined. Xuan Tian Ming, who gave you the guts to ruin my things like this?'"