Don't have a second thought

  Since the geisha could recognize people by sound, Xiao Heng was able to identify her, Yuan Yi didn't feel surprised at all, she glanced at Xiao Heng with no sincerity and turned around to leave.

  Who would have known that Xiao Heng followed with a smile, seemingly unintentionally asking: "Fourth Miss, how did you become so disheveled? Did you get lost and enter the forest?"

  His figure suddenly stopped, and he rushed into his deep and unrecognizable eyes. Only then did she remember that this guy had forcibly snatched Yunniang a few days ago. Was he motivated by lust or was there another purpose? And he happened to appear in this place, the shape is really suspicious. Although it's a bit like catching wind and shadows, she can't help but be on guard.

  She grasped her wide sleeves and coldly snorted, saying: "Young Master Xiao is being a bit too presumptuous."

  Xiao Heng's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled and said: "Fourth young lady, your words are not quite right. As the saying goes, when we meet again, it is a fate from our past lives. So, being concerned about you for a few sentences can't be considered presumptuous, right?"

  His persistent and annoying efforts were indeed worthy of his reputation as a lecher.

  Because he was worried about Su Mei, Yuan Yi's face showed impatience towards this clingy person and sarcastically said: "I have been facing the slaves in my household every day, aren't I more deeply connected to them than you who suddenly appeared out of nowhere? After settling all matters in this life, I don't have time to settle accounts with you for things from our past lives."

  "This remark is novel, Xiao Heng was delighted to appreciate the beauty's angry face, folding his fan and gently shaking it, praising: 'Eyebrows frowning with a smile, suitable for both anger and joy, her beauty is like a rainbow, should make Xishi ashamed, actually makes Wang Qiang ashamed. What a beautiful woman!"

  Having lived for two lifetimes, Yuan Yi had never met a man as shameless as this one. Despite his handsome appearance, it was hard to dispel her anger towards him. People like him would take advantage of any opportunity and make the most of it; it's best not to bother with them at all.

  She cast a cold glance at him, then followed the small stone path down the mountain. Because she had something on her mind, her pace quickened, losing her usual calmness. She didn't notice her feet and unexpectedly stepped on a smooth stone, lost her balance, and was about to fall forward.

  Xiao Heng, who had been following closely on one side, was taken aback and subconsciously reached out to support her. But before he could react, a dark shape flashed before his eyes - it was the cloud-like sleeve of Jin Xiang's embroidered robe brushing against his face. The scent of musk and orchid wafted up, refreshing and subtle, teasing his nostrils. Just as he was about to savor the fragrance more carefully, a gentle breeze swept past, and it dispersed like smoke, leaving behind only the lingering aftertaste that still lingered faintly in his heart.

  When he came to his senses, Yuan Yi's upper body was leaning against the railing of the mountain path, her black hair fluttering, her face cold and serene, as if she were a celestial being. It turned out that she had grabbed onto the handrail in her haste, otherwise she would have fallen over. Xiao Heng withdrew his hand, and for some reason, he felt a faint sense of melancholy in his heart.

  Yuanyi glanced at the man with a dazed expression, her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her thin lips moved subtly, but she still walked away calmly. Having suffered a loss once, she restrained her temper, her footsteps steady, and her complexion gradually regained its usual composure.

  Xiao Heng gazed blankly at the tall, slender figure that had just departed, the long mountain path winding and twisting, cool and damp in the shade. Thin rays of light filtered through the dense foliage, casting a crystal clear, dreamy hue. The mountain breeze blew gently, sending three thousand strands of black hair fluttering, while the woman's slightly loose robes also billowed out, as if she were riding on clouds or treading lightly on the wind. Clearly a sheltered young maiden, yet she possessed another kind of carefree and uninhibited elegance, reminiscent of the Wei and Jin dynasties' poetic flair.

  He only felt a clear and refreshing air gathering in his heart, gradually penetrating his limbs and bones, and when he looked back again, it was already a hundred years.