Mistakenly Connected to the Jade Flower Branch

Little Wood asked, "Uncle, aren't you going back?"

Nanfei said, "Uncle has to go out and won't be back for a long time. Will Little Wood miss Uncle?"

Little Wood nodded: "Before, when Uncle didn't come back, Grandma would often talk to me about Uncle, and I would miss him."

Nanfei kissed Xiaomutou on the cheek: "Goodbye, Xiaomutou."

Little Wood kissed him on the cheek in return: "Goodbye, Uncle."

Nanfei watched as Xiaomutou entered the mansion before turning around.

A flower is a world, a tree is a fleeting life. Little wood, when you grow into a towering tree, standing tall between heaven and earth, seeing as the mountains and rivers are magnificent and the people are well, I hope you will remember your uncle, and... your aunt...

Night fell, and lights shone in every home. Nanfei leaned against the doorframe, returning leisurely with a sense of good fortune and happiness.

Duo Yi looked Nan Fei up and down, then at the gate: "Tsk tsk, right under the emperor's nose, in a general's mansion, even the main gate has been torn down..."

Nan Fei said, "Steward Su, arrange for guards to be on duty tonight. If thieves or bandits take the opportunity to break in, it's one thing if they steal things, but it would be another if someone gets hurt."

Duo Yi followed closely behind Nan Fei, who stood at the dormitory door and raised an eyebrow.

Duo Yi said in a soft, coquettish tone, "There's no way in. What if thieves or bandits take the opportunity to break in? I'm scared..."

Ji Xiang Ru Yi stood behind Duo Yi with her eyes lowered, while Steward Su watched from afar, and the servants approached intentionally or unintentionally.

Nanfei opens the door, Duoyi enters, Nanfei closes the door.

The servants of the Yuan household instantly erupted in excitement, their smiles a mixture of knowing amusement and understanding. In their eyes, the couple was practically inseparable, just one step away from consummation. A public kiss during the day, followed by their wedding that night—it seemed only natural, didn't it?

Steward Su sighed heavily. "Without a general in the manor, even a monkey can be king." He was the old steward of the manor, having witnessed the demolition of the Yuan residence and the new son-in-law's open...

The old general and his son-in-law didn't have a good relationship. But the son-in-law was upright and honest, and the mansion was quiet and peaceful, unlike the mess and chaos it was in now. Steward Su thought, tomorrow we'll go to the ancestral hall to pay our respects to the old general and his son-in-law, and then go back to our hometown.

Duo Yi stood in front of Nan Fei, staring at him. Nan Fei leaned against the door, his head slightly turned to look at the window, motionless.

Duo Yi smiled and began to take off her clothes, casually tossing them on the ground. When she was only wearing a bodice and panties, she reached out and unfastened the soft sword from Nan Fei's waist, throwing it on the ground with a crisp sound.

Duo Yi took off Nan Fei's coat and threw it on top of her coat, grabbed his collar, turned him around, and pushed him toward the bed.

The bright red brocade quilt with the double happiness symbol on the bed was a gift from Yuan Feng on her wedding day. It was taken away the day after the wedding and put back on the day she returned from flying south.

Rumors circulated that Yuan Feng lived like a rough, uncouth man, a ruthless and forceful woman. But the Yuan Feng that Nan Fei saw was frighteningly delicate.

Duo Yi pushed Nan Fei to stand in front of the bed. Duo Yi leaned close to his ear and said, "Nan Fei, you said you would marry me. Let's have our wedding night tonight."

Duo Yi wrapped one arm around his neck and used the other to pull at his undergarment, pressing him down onto the bed.

Perhaps it was a vague sense of alertness, or perhaps it was an unwillingness to be tainted by the joyous occasion. Nanfei crouched low within Duoyi's encirclement, barely avoiding the sharp, exquisitely crafted hairpin-shaped sword in her hand…

His neck was pressed against the blade, the touch as cold as a snake. The hairpin sword cut off a few strands of hair, Duo Yi chopped down with his hand and kicked forward with his foot, and Nan Fei curled up into a ball and rolled under the bed.

Duo Yi kicked up the soft whip and held it in her hand. Just as Nan Fei peeked out from under the bed on the other side, the whip flashed coldly. Nan Fei rolled back under the bed, and with a forceful thud, the bed shattered into pieces.

Duo Yi stepped back to avoid him. Nan Fei leaped up, tore a piece of the bed curtain, wrapped it around her wrist, and pulled hard.

Duo Yi discarded her sword with her right hand and used her hairpin-shaped sword with her left hand to slash open the bed curtains.

Nan Fei wrapped the bed curtain around her neck, then leaped over like a ghost, kicking the soft sword aside and taking it in his hand.

Duo Yi pulled back the bed curtains wrapped around her neck, and Nan Fei's soft sword was already held in front of her neck.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Duoyi's eyes, but eventually calmed down. She whispered, "Kill me."

Nan Fei's face was cold. He slowly withdrew his sword and retreated to the table. He put down the soft sword, picked up the wine pot, and took a sip.

Duo Yi tilted her head slightly, grabbed the spear from the corner of the wall, and lunged south. She was reckless, completely intent on taking everyone down with her... she was courting death.

Nanfei grabbed the spear with one hand and spun it forcefully, while smashing the wine jug towards Duoyi's chest with the other. Duoyi neither dodged nor avoided it, but crashed backward into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

Nanfei gripped the spear and performed a trick, seemingly hesitating and pondering.

Duo Yi collapsed to the ground. She chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with both sorrow and relief. She said, "Nan Fei, your womanly compassion will ruin you."

Nanfei tossed the spear into a corner and said impatiently, "No need to worry about it."

Duo Yi looked up at him and said, "But I love your womanly kindness."

Nanfei suddenly felt a sense of weariness; he didn't know what he had done wrong. He had tried his best to protect and maintain balance, but what was the result?

"I love you"—Yuan Feng gave him the divorce papers.

I love your womanly kindness—Duoyi wants to kill him.

What did Duoyi do wrong? What did he do wrong? Did he owe Duoyi something? And who owed him something?

In this world of deceit and treachery, where the victor reigns supreme and the vanquished are condemned, there is no such thing as debt or burden. Was he simply creating his own trap?

The room fell silent. Nanfei smashed the cup against the window frame and said coldly, "Get out!"

The servants who overheard scattered like birds and beasts, marveling inwardly: the daughter of the northern desert was truly extraordinary. She had usurped another's husband, even her private affairs were handled with such fanfare.

Nanfei folded the quilt on the ground, picked up the mandarin duck pillow, and put them in the cabinet.

Duo Yi clutched her chest, her expression pained, her gaze following him. Seeing him slowly tidying up, she suddenly exclaimed, "You love her!"

This statement was made with absolute certainty, without the slightest doubt. Nanfei looked at her and frowned slightly.

Duo Yi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice lowered: "Nan Fei, how could you fall in love with her? How could you fall in love with her..."

Yuan Feng was a few years older than them, in the prime of her youth. A young woman's thoughts are no different. It's just that Nan Fei hadn't made any move, so she assumed…

Looking back now, even if Nanfei didn't exactly like her, he certainly didn't dislike her, otherwise he wouldn't have gone along with the engagement and marriage arranged by the Yuan family...

It was all just her own imagination. Duo Yi wanted to laugh, but tears rolled down her cheeks. Her gaze gradually became unfocused, and Nan Fei's figure swayed.

Duo Yi's body slowly slumped to the side, tears streaming down her face, her voice broken: "Nan Fei, I know you're leaving, I know you're going to abandon me here... I don't want to be here alone..."

"I brought you back then... Batu killed my parents... I am a sinner of the Doyan tribe... a traitor of the Northern Desert... You don't love me and won't marry me... I have nowhere to go... I can only die..."

In her hazy state, Duo Yi felt Nan Fei squatting in front of her, helping her up and holding her in his arms.

Duo Yi smiled through her tears, her voice growing softer and softer: "...Wouldn't it be difficult for you to make the first move...? This way you won't be in a difficult position...I want to die with you...but I still can't bear to..."

The moon rises over the sea... We share this moment though we are far apart... Flying south... I was born and raised in the desert... I have never seen the sea... Bury me by the sea..."