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Chapter 410 Don’t touch me

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped.

Wen Jiayue woke up naturally and slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a smoky pink cloak embroidered with butterflies and flowers. To the side, the carriage curtain sways gently, and Pei Huaijin sits on the other side.

She feigned confusion, her gaze slowly shifting to meet Pei Huaijin's slightly eager eyes.

"you're awake."

Wen Jiayue murmured, "Why is the young master here?"

She had already rehearsed the scene after waking up in her mind several times. When she opened her eyes and saw them, she couldn't panic, since they were all familiar faces.

She can only show her panicked side once she has a clearer understanding of the situation.

Wen Jiayue slowly sat up, and upon seeing Pei Shijing, she was startled again: "Xiao Jing?"

Pei Shijing nodded: "Shen..."

Catching a glimpse of Pei Huaijin's expression out of the corner of her eye, she had no choice but to change her address: "Sister Yue'er".

Wen Jiayue asked in confusion, "Why do you call me that?"

Pei Shijing did not answer, and Wen Jiayue did not press for an answer, but looked around.

The carriage was spacious and luxurious. Pei Huaijin did not pretend to be poor because of their escape; their clothes were all made of silk and satin.

Wen Jiayue quickly glanced down at her clothes; they weren't what she was wearing today.

She asked in confusion, "Where is this? How did I end up with you?"

Wen Jiayue recalled, "I clearly remember that I was helping Xiao Jing change clothes in the side room where Ruyi was staying..."

Pei Huaijin explained gently, "Yue'er, forget about these things. We've already left the city."

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened instantly, and she stared at him warily.

"What do you mean?"

"Moon, all these years have passed, but I have never forgotten you. I think you feel the same way, always remembering that you had a dragonfly brother when you were young, right?"

Wen Jiayue didn't answer, and shrank into the corner in fear.

Seeing her so wary, Pei Huaijin's eyes darkened slightly, and he continued, "You and Shen Fuhan are not happy after your marriage. I couldn't bear to see you waste your life in the inner courtyard of the mansion, so I took it upon myself to bring you out."

Wen Jiayue sneered inwardly; her words were more eloquent than her singing.

“But why didn’t you ask my wishes?” Wen Jiayue’s eyes were filled with tears. “Shen Fuhan and I may be sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, but I still have Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao is my own daughter!”

Pei Huaijin leaned forward, as if to wipe away her tears.

Wen Jiayue immediately stepped back, pressing her entire back against the car wall.

She screamed in despair, "Don't touch me!"

There was no sound outside, so she tried to raise her voice, hoping to attract the attention of someone nearby.

Pei Huaijin paused for a moment, then stepped back.

He said gently, "Yue'er, I will bring Zhaozhao here and love her as my own daughter. Then you will marry me, okay?"

Pei Shijing, who had been silent until now, lowered her head upon hearing this, her heart bleeding.

What about her? What will she do?

Does that mean she can only be his sister?

"You're crazy!" Wen Jiayue continued to raise her voice, "I'm already married, and I've always only ever thought of you as the boy next door!"

Pei Shijing smiled bitterly; what she wanted but could not obtain was discarded like trash.

She wanted to get off the bus, to leave this place, and didn't want to see her brother pouring out his heart to another woman.

But she was also afraid that after she got off the bus, her brother would coax Wen Jiayue back to her senses, and then she would have nowhere to go.

“Moon, I’ll give you time. I don’t want to rush things,” Pei Huaijin said in a low voice. “But things have come to this point, so you can only stay with me and Xiao Jing. Let’s find a place to live together, okay?”

Wen Jiayue asked with a stern face, "Where to?"

Seeing that she was no longer resistant, Pei Huaijin breathed a sigh of relief: "You'll know when we get there. Let's get off the car and have something to eat now."

Wen Jiayue pretended to ponder for a moment, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then began to move.

Stepping off the carriage, I was greeted by a dilapidated temple, surrounded by nothing but trees, a desolate and uninhabited place.

Wen Jiayue's heart tightened. No wonder Pei Huaijin wasn't afraid of her shouting; it turned out they were in the middle of nowhere.

As a sliver of afterglow appeared on the horizon, Wen Jiayue's heart sank; at least two hours had passed.

She glanced at Uncle Liang, who was feeding the horses, seemingly casually.

He was around forty years old, and looked honest and reliable, just like an ordinary stable boy.

However, he was clearly Pei Huaijin's right-hand man, and he deserved some credit for the plot to rebel.

When Uncle Liang looked over warily, Wen Jiayue withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and entered the dilapidated temple.

The place had been neglected for years, with dust and cobwebs everywhere. The red threads that used to entwine the sky had turned gray, and the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon was also covered in dust.

This place is actually a temple dedicated to the Old Man Under the Moon.

Wen Jiayue remained calm, but Pei Huaijin smiled.

"Moon, the environment is a bit simple. Please make do with sleeping here for the night. I will take you to an inn tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue's heart stirred; as long as she saw someone, she would have a chance to pass on a message.

However, she had an indifferent expression on her face as she picked up a dusty futon.

Just as she was about to brush off the dust, Pei Huaijin took over and helped her clean it.

Since she didn't have to lift a finger, Wen Jiayue didn't compete and stood aside waiting.

A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils, like the scent of a paradise.

Wen Jiayue was a little confused. Was she hallucinating from hunger?

But she had eaten just two hours ago... Wen Jiayue was startled. Could it be that she had been unconscious for a day and a night before waking up?

As he was pondering, Uncle Liang brought over a food box and opened it one by one.

Braised pork belly, jade shrimp, stir-fried shredded vegetables, several bowls of rice, and even a West Lake beef soup.

Pei Huaijin handed the chopsticks to Wen Jiayue and said gently, "When we met at Peach Blossom Spring, you ordered jade shrimp and stir-fried shredded vegetables. I suppose those are your favorites, so I brought them over for you. Yue'er, please try them."

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything; she didn't feel moved, only terrified.

This happened so long ago; it was just a random dish she ordered, yet he remembers it all perfectly.

Wen Jiayue took the chopsticks but didn't eat.

Knowing what she was thinking, Pei Huaijin took the first bite of food, and Pei Shijing also started eating. Only then did she begin to pick up her chopsticks.

After we finished eating, it got dark, and the occasional cries of birds and beasts sent chills down our spines.

In the pitch black, only the moonlight shone through the window, making the scene even more eerie and cold.

Wen Jiayue huddled in the corner, shivering. In this cold weather, she would either be scared to death or freeze to death.

Pei Huaijin and Uncle Liang brought over several quilts and spread them out together.

Wen Jiayue didn't dare to go over, so Pei Huaijin looked at Pei Shijing and said, "Xiao Jing, you sleep in the middle."