He Lan Tianxia

Three days slipped by silently. For those three days, the Pavilion Master saw Princess Yan'er's beautiful figure standing in the Pavilion of Parting Sorrows, watching the first rays of dawn. His heart was filled with jealousy, envy, and a poignant sorrow. He knew he would always be a secret guard, even ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later. He wished time could stand still on that summer day when they hunted the tiger, and in that cozy thatched hut. He constantly regretted killing the tiger so quickly; then he would have had the chance to hunt it with her. He regretted even more that his martial arts skills weren't good enough; perhaps then the tiger could have bitten him, he would have been injured, and she might have taken care of him when she woke up…

Finally, when Princess Yan'er looked up again, she sensed someone behind her. She quickly straightened her clothes, trying to hide her embarrassment, and caught a glimpse of a white lie:

"The skylight of that Pavilion of Parting Sorrows is truly beautiful."

The pavilion master's heart skipped a beat, but he still responded gently and nonchalantly, "Do you like it?"

"Hmm." Princess Yan'er nodded, but the panic in her heart betrayed her secret, and she suddenly blushed.

"Doesn't this skylight resemble the walls of a palace?" The pavilion master sighed softly.

"Huh?" Even with her 21st-century history genius brain, Yan'er couldn't find a definite answer. Is this skylight related to the palace walls?

The Pavilion Master understood the confusion in Princess Yan'er's eyes. He finally found a little bit of an answer at this moment. It turned out that their perspectives on the problem were indeed a little different, but that did not prevent them from appreciating beauty. The Pavilion Master looked up and saw the clear morning light outside the skylight. His voice was as magnetic and deep as ever: "This skylight, like the walls in the palace, cannot confine a heart that is restless and yearning."

Yan'er nodded, sensing how important the "Yan'er" of her past life held in the Pavilion Master's heart.

"If a bird wants to leave, I'm willing to open a skylight for her." What Yan'er didn't know was how much heartache and sorrow the Pavilion Master felt when he said these words, but his face remained as calm as ever, so calm that Yan'er couldn't even feel his presence even though he was right next to her.

At this moment, the Pavilion Master suddenly became alert. He saw a dark cloud drift in from the clear sky outside the skylight. Subconsciously, the Pavilion Master grabbed Princess Yan'er and quickly entered her room.

He hadn't expected Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman to attack so quickly, especially with the overwhelming force of that dark cloud, which made his usually calm face turn serious. It seemed he really couldn't underestimate them.

"I'll go and meet them." Just as the Pavilion Master was about to instruct the fireballs to take good care of the princess, Yan'er spoke first.

"I'll go as well."

"it is good."

The Pavilion Master felt a pang of bitterness, but suddenly he chuckled. He had rejected the one he loved, and now he wanted to imprison her in the name of love? Was this love? Something suddenly struck his heart. He didn't have time to analyze it carefully. He stepped out of the room and walked towards the main gate of the Pavilion of Parting Hatred. He had made up his mind. This time, he was going to fight a great battle.

Crackling sound. A flash of lightning and a clap of thunder sounded outside the skylight. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and the lightning, mixed with thunder, shattered the sky outside, making it look like a terrifying volcanic eruption. The Pavilion Master's heart was filled with mixed joy and fear. He stopped abruptly, and Yan'er bumped into him from behind. The Pavilion Master's body trembled. He instinctively reached out to hug the princess, but the sudden clap of thunder outside the skylight jolted him back to his senses. His hand froze in mid-air. He took a few deep breaths and shook his head to clear his mind. He couldn't overstep his bounds. He was just a guard. Yan'er belonged to the prince. He desperately recalled the unforgettable collision. He even hoped for another explosion outside the skylight, even if it killed him and Princess Yan'er instantly. But nothing happened. He waited for a long time, and just as the Pavilion Master was about to give up, a strand of hair gently brushed across the back of his hand. The Pavilion Master froze on the spot, and it seemed as if he had stopped breathing.