“What Wang Taihou decides is beyond me,” Wei Linxia said, not mentioning that Mu Feiyun had once been considered a potential husband for her.
“Indeed, a true disciple of my father-in-law, with his essence,” Xi Linxuan laughed.
Wei Linxia thought that Mu Feiyun seemed to invite conversation about everything.
“Rest a while. We’ll go out tonight, but I can only join you this one night. Starting tomorrow, there will be much to prepare. If you want to enjoy yourself, bring more people,” Xi Linxuan said casually.
In the quiet August afternoon, with cicada calls, Wei Linxia lay down fully clothed, unable to sleep, her anxious eyes filled with red.
She wasn’t particularly interested in the night market; she preferred to accompany Xi Linxuan. This might be their only chance to create memories in a place that felt foreign to her, but was home to Xi Linxuan. Regardless of whether the memories were painful or joyful, she wanted to cherish them.
Sometimes, people have to live on memories.
It’s strange.
Xi Linxuan brought guards disguised as a young master and his wife.
The night market was lively and crowded. Xi Linxuan held Wei Linxia’s hand, afraid she might get lost.
“Buy whatever you like,” he said.
She didn’t have anything specific in mind, as she had put away her childhood trinkets. Now married, she felt the need to be more restrained. They had already eaten dinner, so more food could cause indigestion. Still, Wei Linxia made an effort to look excited. At the end of the night market street, they reached a performance spot where sounds of clashing weapons echoed. Wei Linxia enjoyed this but, being short, couldn’t see over the crowd.
“Let’s go, we’ll squeeze in to see,” Xi Linxuan said, waving his hand. The guards cleared a path, pushing through the crowd to escort them to the front.
Two performers engaged in an intense battle with spear and sword, the crowd applauding and cheering. Once the performance ended, the crowd dispersed, having only come to watch the excitement.
“How can these people be so lacking in principle,” Wei Linxia muttered, reaching into her sleeve for coins before realizing she had changed clothes earlier.
