Chapter 4
When the man stood up, the shadow he cast was enough to engulf her entirely. Yan Nanjing’s fear deepened, and her scolding was louder than before. “Don’t come any closer!”
“…Miss, have you misunderstood something?” After a brief silence, he asked with a hint of amusement.
She furrowed her brows tightly, staring at him unwaveringly.
“I’m heading over there,” he said, pointing toward the fire pit. “It’s so cold—aren’t you coming?”
The winters in Jingzhou were damp and biting, utterly different from the harsh dryness of the north. Even those accustomed to northern cold would struggle upon first arriving in Chu territory, feeling as if their entire body were soaked in icy water.
Yan Nanjing didn’t answer but shrank back slightly.
The man paid her no mind and strode toward the fire pit, where faint embers still glowed. Nearby lay a pile of charcoal.
He reached out, feeling the dry charcoal, then broke a piece with his fire tongs and placed it into the weak flame.
The bedchamber was divided into inner and outer rooms. The inner room held a couch for resting and sleeping, while the outer contained a fire pit to provide warmth.
Every sound from outside reached her without fail.
After a short while, the red glow of the firelight flickered her way.
“The cold is harsh tonight. People are prone to catching colds. Really, Miss, you won’t come over?”
Yan Nanjing laughed bitterly—clearly, these intruders had no invitation and were trying to take over her place. Now, they spoke as if they cared for her well-being.
She remained silent, and the man made no further pretense of kindness after that one question. Originally warm hands by the fire had long since grown cold.
She brought her fingers to her lips, softly exhaling, then rubbed them together to warm them. Yet, the slight warmth could not hold against the winter’s chill and soon faded away.
From the outer room came the sound of armor scraping.
Already on edge, Yan Nanjing tensed as the noise approached. Within moments, the man returned, carrying a fire lantern. “Since you won’t come over, make do with this.”
He placed the lantern before her, filled with glowing charcoal.
Once he left, Yan Nanjing cautiously retrieved the lantern. Though small, the charcoal burned bright enough to warm her hands.
As she unfastened the lantern, she heard the faint rustle of someone undoing their ties in the outer room.
Her hand trembled, nearly dropping the lantern.
Though quiet, the sounds of untying and removing leather armor were unmistakable.
Frantically steadying the lantern, she hugged it close and slipped into a corner, pulling the thick quilt from the couch around herself.
She had hesitated about hiding on the couch but decided against it; if the men outside lost control, it would only play into their hands.
From her corner, the noises outside remained clear—the heavy thud of armor hitting the floor, two more thuds, then the soft sounds of clothing being removed. Every sound was crystal clear.
Wrapping the quilt tighter, Yan Nanjing recalled the snow and rain scent on the man’s body during their struggle. She didn’t know how he had escaped the battlefield to arrive here, but it must have been a harsh journey.
Perhaps his clothes were soaked through.
Soaked or not, those two scoundrels wouldn’t freeze to death.
As she thought this, footsteps approached her door. She could tell he was barefoot; the sound of boots on the floor was different from bare feet.
The footsteps stopped at the inner door. “Miss, do you have any men’s clothing?”
No—let them freeze!
She gritted her teeth but answered, “My father and brothers left some clothes, but they’re not here.”
Almost immediately, voices sounded outside. From the tone, the young man who had brought Ayuan had returned.
Ayuan, caught off guard by a bare-chested, barefoot man standing at the inner door, screamed and lunged.
The man stepped aside easily; Ayuan fell to the ground.
His tone remained gentle, even warm: “Mistress, you misunderstood. I was merely asking if there were any men’s clothes.”
Ayuan didn’t believe him. In these times, humans were little better than beasts. Only kin might show some conscience, but others—especially men—were utterly without mercy. Ayuan had seen enough in her years.
She no longer showed her initial timidity, glaring fiercely at the two as if a mother beast threatened over her cubs, ready to tear flesh from them.
The young man behind her frowned and, without hesitation, drew his ring-hilted saber.
Yet, before the blade was fully drawn, another hand stopped him. The young man exclaimed, “Jing Yue!”
“It’s hardly honorable to strike women and children.” The other pressed his palm firmly on the young man’s hand and glanced toward Ayuan. “Besides, it’s unnecessary.”
“If it’s unnecessary, don’t do it. Avoid causing trouble.”
Seeing the young man’s continued resentment, he pushed the blade back into the scabbard.
“I mean no harm, only asking. If I intended any mischief, do you think you or Mistress could stop me?”
The young man’s hand went numb from the pressure, and he vented his frustration on Ayuan. “Relax, we have no interest in rural women.”
There were a few light sounds from inside, and Ayuan glanced back to see Yan Nanjing coming out. “Miss,” she began hurriedly, trying to push her forward.
Yan Nanjing shook her head and looked at the two by the door. “Ayuan and I will escort your guest to my elder brother’s room.”
The man nodded without delay.
She looked past Ayuan to the young man. “Please, you two go fetch some winter clothes. Otherwise, this cold will be unbearable.”
As she spoke, a gaze landed on her from the shadows.
“Miss, I will accompany you.”
Ayuan worried about Yan Nanjing being alone with a stranger. The earlier situation had been unavoidable. This man seemed more reasonable, less tyrannical than the other, but Ayuan remained cautious.
He said it was unnecessary and, looking at the still resentful youth, replied, “It’s fine if it’s just the two of us.”
Relieved, Ayuan hurried, “Then I will guide you both.”
“You, this servant—” The young man’s displeasure grew upon hearing her words.
A hand pressed down on his shoulder, silencing him. The man removed his soaked outer robe, revealing an inner garment. The wet clothes were laid by the fire pit to dry.
“Miss, the cold days and solitude around here—please take good care.”
Yan Nanjing saw the shadow bow faintly, then the two men followed Ayuan out.
After nearly half an hour, Ayuan returned, immediately embracing Yan Nanjing to check over her. Upon touching her hands, she cried out, “Miss, why is there blood on your hands?”
Yan Nanjing looked down to find dried blood stains on her palms, faint under the flickering candlelight.
“Where are you hurt?”
Ayuan began feeling over her, searching for injuries.
After being rescued, Ayuan had become a servant in the Chen family, essentially the caretaker of young Yan Nanjing. Their bond wasn’t of mother and daughter, but almost as close.
Yan Nanjing shook her head repeatedly. She didn’t want Ayuan to worry. “It’s not my blood. It’s his.”
Earlier, during their struggle, she had cut the man’s hand with a dagger; the blood must have come from that.
But in the urgency, she hadn’t noticed.
Hearing this, Ayuan exhaled in relief. As long as the lady was unharmed, all was well.
Ayuan quickly brought a basin of hot water. The fire pit’s charcoal was always kept alive enough to hang a kettle for boiling water.
Once dried, blood clings stubbornly to the skin and can’t be wiped clean without soaking.
She soaked Yan Nanjing’s hands in the warm water. “It needs a while to soften before it can be washed away.”
“What about those two? Did they trouble you?”
Ayuan shook her head. “The younger one complained all the way here, but the older one barely spoke.”
“He even thanked me for the clothes,” Ayuan said, surprised.
Judging by their attire and manners, they were of good birth. Usually, highborn guests never addressed servants directly, dismissing them as beneath notice. This was different.
Yan Nanjing sneered. “Don’t think him agreeable. Compared to the younger one, he’s far more formidable.”
Seeing Ayuan’s confusion, she added coldly, “When he left earlier, he warned me not to act rashly. Otherwise, if anything happened, no help would come.”
Ayuan paled. “What now? Should we seek Mr. Cui?”
Yan Nanjing frowned. “No idea where to find him. And who would go?”
Ayuan thought of Bai Su, usually the one to handle such matters. But Bai Su was unconscious now, clearly badly beaten. Nobody knew his condition.
If she left the estate, she might be discovered quickly. She feared more for the lady than herself.
“They still need us for now.”
After a moment, Yan Nanjing’s frown eased. Seeing Ayuan troubled, she reassured, “Don’t worry, for now, it should be fine.”
Ayuan’s concern only deepened.
Two unknown men with no ties suddenly appeared—how could that be good?
But she couldn’t voice such worries to her lady.
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