Neither of them would give in.

  Zhang Zhongxi turned around, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of surprise crept into his clear and melodious voice as he asked, "Fourth sister? How are you here?"

  The man in front of him was tall and slender, with a cyan robe fluttering around him. A white jade pendant hung from his waist, and his three thousand strands of black hair were simply tied up with a white jade crown. As the gentle breeze blew, his black hair scattered on his cyan shirt, giving off an indescribable air of carefree abandon and elegance. His eyebrows were slender and his eyes were bright, with a faint smile on his face. Amidst the bustling streets crowded with people, he stood out like a majestic landscape painting, exuding an aura of serenity and refinement, as if he were a towering pine or bamboo, calm and gentle.

  Yuanyi lowered her eyelids, and with a delicate finger, she casually fiddled with the colorful silk tassel on her waist, saying: "Fourth Daughter happened to be returning from recuperating at the villa, but didn't expect to block the road here."

  Zhang Zhongxi's eyes immediately showed concern, and he asked in a gentle voice: "I didn't know that Fourth Sister was ill, it's really my fault. Is Fourth Sister better now?"

  Yuanyi nodded, just as the veil was blown up by the clear wind, revealing a smooth and delicate chin. She reached out to press down the veil and said softly: "Thank you, Brother-in-law, for your concern, but it's just a minor illness, now there's no big problem, just need to take good care of myself."

  At this moment, a slightly frivolous male voice suddenly rang out, "How long do you want to be affectionate with each other? I'm not interested in watching your romantic feelings."

  Yuanyi involuntarily furrowed his brow and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a young nobleman wearing a purple gold crown with embedded gems, dressed in a dark patterned brocade robe, looking at them with an ambiguous smile. His temples were as sharp as a knife cut, his eyebrows like ink paintings, but what was most striking were his slender, sentimental peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be gazing at them with a mixture of elegance and emotion.

  He seemed to sense the underlying meaning of her gaze, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "slap" sound, opened his hand a handle of ivory white jade fan, gently shook several times, and then closed again, knocking against the palm of his hand, causing the Yangzi jade pendant hanging on the colorful silk tassel to swing back and forth, exuding an indescribable air of wealth and elegance.

  He suddenly turned to Yuan Yi with both hands clasped together and smiled: "I am Xiao Heng, styled Congyuan. May I ask the young lady's name?"

  It turned out that he was the notorious Xiao Heng, what a waste of this good skin.

  Yuan had always been displeased with the young master, and upon hearing this, he let out a cold snort, saying indifferently: "Can the name of a maiden be told to outsiders? Young Master Xiao is being quite reckless."

  Her voice was low and husky, different from other women's clear and melodious tones, with a unique charm that lingered on. Xiao Heng's eyes flashed with interest, just as he was about to speak again, Zhang Zhongxi stepped forward, blocking his path. His long eyebrows cast a shallow and pale gaze, without sorrow or joy, but his voice was like a cold spring, clear and crisp. He said: "Brother Xiao, be careful what you say, your respected father is a rare man of propriety and dignity, don't tarnish the reputation of the young lady's family, let your respected father avoid trouble."

  Xiao Heng's eyes narrowed, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by impatience and annoyance. "I didn't know that you, Zhang Ziyan, were also a fellow who sympathizes with the suffering of others. You want to save the woman by the roadside, and at the same time protect the daughter of the Minister of Works. What a wonderful display of benevolence!" He stretched out his hand, pulled over the woman who was still clinging to the pillar of the small stall, crying, and held her in his arms. With a provocative gaze at Zhang Zhongxu, he said: "I don't care about your hypocritical behavior, I'm warning you, this woman is mine now."

  Zhang Zhongxi's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, his blue sleeves fluttered, and his voice was clear but unusually stern: "That depends on whether I agree or not."

  Two men's gazes intersected in mid-air, though they both wore smiles on their faces, others could sense the taste of water and fire not mixing, each unwilling to yield.