mtlumby2d Chapter 155 Drawing the Sword
Chapter 155 Drawing the Sword
Chapter 155 155 Drawing the Sword
On Xiling Mountain, Jingxuan and Ye Yankang, not seeing Chunyu Yang and Ye Pianran following, turned back, only to find the two behaving intimately, their relationship progressing happily. Jingxuan, watching from behind a tree, was overjoyed when, unexpectedly, Ye Yankang rushed out from beside him, pounced on Chunyu Yang, opened his arms, and babbled, "Baby~ Baby~"
Oh, this silly little thing!
Jingxuan couldn't catch him in time and could only pound the tree trunk in frustration. Noticing Chunyu Yang looking towards where he was hiding, Jingxuan had no choice but to go out as well, grabbing Ye Yankang and saying in a serious tone:
"Kang Kang, don't be silly. It's obvious that your older sister hurt her foot. She can't carry you anymore."
Ye Pianran's face flushed even hotter. Just now, there were only her and Chunyu Yang in the mountains, so she completely forgot that Ye Yankang and Jingxuan were also with her. Now that they had seen her in such an embarrassing state, she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it.
Ye Yankang neither understood nor could he see that something was wrong. He only knew that his older sister was being held by someone, so he wanted his older sister to hold him too. Therefore, he shook off Jingxuan's hand and continued to move closer, grabbing Chunyu Yang's sleeve with his eyes full of expectation.
"!!" This little fool is not only blind, but he even dared to grab his father's clothes! Jingxuan was furious, so he decided to go all out and step forward, pushing Ye Yankang aside, and said pleadingly, "Father, Xuan'er is tired, why don't you hold Xuan'er for a bit?"
Chunyu Yang didn't know how things had come to this. He knew Ye Yankang was stupid and unreasonable, but Jingxuan's jealous and competitive behavior was really amusing to him.
Of course, Jingxuan and Ye Yankang ultimately didn't get what they wanted. Facing Jingxuan, Chunyu Yang simply couldn't be a loving father; his face darkened, and he admonished:
"You have all four limbs and can walk on your own, so why do you need to be carried? When you go to battle and get tired, will you have your soldiers carry you back? Who doesn't get tired on the battlefield? Who do you think you are? I never told you to stop and keep running!"
Jingxuan was stunned by his scolding and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He felt a surge of grievance and turned away with a pout.
In that instant, Ye Pianran saw the glistening tears in the corners of his eyes. Watching his lonely figure disappear into the darkness once more, Ye Pianran couldn't bear it and whispered, "Isn't the Third Prince being a little too harsh on the young prince?"
After she finished speaking, silence fell over the surroundings. Just as Ye Pianran was regretting saying the wrong thing, she heard Chunyu Yang's deep voice:
“If I am not strict with him, I fear that when I die, I will have no face to face my deceased friend.”
For some reason, when Ye Pianran heard Chunyu Yang say these words, she suddenly had a strange reaction. She could feel the helplessness, sadness, guilt and confusion hidden in his heart at this moment.
Why does he have such complicated thoughts about his own child?
Is it because of the former princess?
However, the young prince is clever and quick-witted, and his personality is also straightforward and obedient. He never uses his status as a prince to make things difficult for Kang'er. When he visits the Marquis's mansion, he is never arrogant or domineering. In her opinion, the Third Prince has already taught him very well. So what is he worried about?
Just as Ye Pianran could sense Chunyu Yang's complex feelings for Jingxuan, Chunyu Yang also sensed her doubts.
He lowered his head and looked at her quietly for a moment, then said, "When the time is right, I will tell you everything."
What should he tell her? Ye Pianran was stunned again. With this question in mind, they gradually entered the deep mountains, passed through dense forests, and finally arrived at a cave entrance covered by thick vines.
Chunyu Yang placed Ye Pianran on a large rock next to the cave entrance, then drew his long sword and cut off all the vines at the cave entrance.
The sky was gradually brightening, and in the dim light, a thin autumn mist could be seen shrouding the cave entrance. The towering branches swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound, which gave Ye Pianran a fleeting feeling of being about to ascend to immortality.
However, this inexplicably appearing cave had no "celestial aura" whatsoever in Jingxuan's eyes. As the vines were gradually cleared away, he felt a chilling wind blowing from the cave entrance, which was quite terrifying.
"Father, are we really going to go into this cave?" Jingxuan asked in a trembling voice, hiding behind Ye Pianran.
“Hmm,” Chunyu Yang replied.
"Didn't we come here to practice martial arts?" Jingxuan asked timidly. "Isn't it just a matter of running around the mountain a few times and then we can go back?"
After Chunyu Yang finished cutting the last vine, he sheathed his longsword with a clang, picked up Ye Pianran, and took the lead into the cave.
"We must run through mountains and enter caves. From now on, we must practice martial arts in this cave every day."
His voice came from inside the cave, making it seem even more empty and ethereal. Jingxuan was so frightened that he almost cried, but Ye Yankang was not afraid at all and followed Chunyu Yang into the cave with unsteady steps.
"Ye Yankang! Wait for me!!"
With his only companion gone, Jingxuan didn't care about wild ghosts or ferocious beasts anymore and hurriedly chased after them.
Upon entering the cave, their vision was initially plunged into complete darkness. However, once their eyes adjusted to the light, they could vaguely make out the outlines of some rock walls. Footsteps echoed through the cave as the group continued forward, turning several corners. Only when they felt an uncontrollable chill creeping through their bodies did Chunyu Yang stop.
He placed Ye Pianran, who had sprained her ankle, on a boulder, then took out a tinderbox, walked to the mountainside and fiddled with it for a moment. Suddenly, a burst of firelight illuminated the entire area, revealing its full appearance.
They hadn't been able to see clearly in the darkness, but this place turned out to be an extremely spacious open area, as large as the back garden of the Northern Martial Prince's mansion. What surprised them most was the presence of a stone bed, stone table, stone benches, and several oil lamps on the wall, suggesting that someone had lived here. However…
Ye Pianran touched the stone beneath her; her hands were covered in dust.
However, perhaps the owner of this cave is no longer here?
"Wow, how come there are tables, chairs and beds here?" Jingxuan's eyes widened, his fear turning into curiosity. He mustered his courage and touched the stone table and benches, then walked around the mountain wall.
"Huh?" Jingxuan exclaimed in surprise as he walked around to the back of the stone bed. "Father, come and take a look. There's a small lake here, and a sword is stuck in the middle of it."
After lighting the lamp, Chunyu Yang turned around and walked up to Ye Pianran, casually asking:
"Oh, what kind of sword is it?"
“It’s a black sword. The blade looks wider than my father’s sword, but it’s not as beautiful,” Jingxuan said truthfully.
Ye Pianran's attention was completely drawn to what Jingxuan was saying. She was looking in that direction when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her foot. It was Chunyu Yang who had squatted down and held her sprained ankle.
She gasped, gritted her teeth, and looked at Chunyu Yang squatting in front of her. A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
It felt like being gently brushed on the soles of my feet by a kitten's tail, or like raindrops falling into a lake, creating ripples in circles.
Chunyu Yang looked up at her. The unfamiliarity and coldness in his eyes were gone. The candlelight reflected in his eyes, creating a warm and intoxicating feeling that made Ye Pianran sink into his arms.
He gently massaged her sprained area, saying:
"Xuan'er, draw that sword."