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Jun Jiuxiao's gaze was as dark as night, his eyes fixed on her, silently conveying a thousand words.

His eyes, a mixture of incomprehension, concern, reluctance, and hidden anxiety, painted a heart-stirring picture.

My inner emotions surged like a tidal wave, yet I could only remain silent, like a silent volcano, outwardly calm but inwardly seething with magma.

Zhou Xiannan's sudden appearance was like a gentle breeze, breaking the tense and subtle atmosphere between Jun Jiuxiao and Chu Xingyao.

The aroma of the roasted meat in his hands seemed to be trying to dispel the gloom between the two of them with its earthy, homely fragrance.

"Yao'er, try this, it tastes amazing."

Zhou Xiannan's voice was relaxed and cheerful.

She snapped out of her reverie and looked up to meet Zhou Xiannan's smiling eyes.

She responded politely, "Yes, thank you, Brother Zhou."

However, her gaze inadvertently swept across his face, settling on an unusual spot:

"What happened to your face?" Her tone was concerned, but also revealed a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Zhou Xiannan glanced quickly at Jun Jiuxiao, his face immediately filled with grievance.

He exaggeratedly complained to Chu Xingyao, "Sister Yao'er, I just wanted to take a look at the sachet on His Highness the War King's waist, but I was ambushed before I could even touch it."

His expression was extremely exaggerated, yet it carried a childlike sincerity.

As he spoke, he showed his wrist to Chu Xingyao, "Sister Yao'er, look, I have one on my wrist too."

The abrasions on her wrist, still slightly bleeding, stood out vividly in the moonlight.

Looking at the scratches, Chu Xingyao felt a mix of disappointment and complex emotions.

It turns out that Jun Jiuxiao cared so much about and cherished the sachet that woman gave him.

Although her heart was in turmoil, she tried her best to remain calm on the surface and suppressed her thoughts.

She said to Pearl with concern, "Go and get some medicine for Brother Zhou's injuries."

A moment later, Pearl brought over the medicine. Chu Xingyao turned around and handed the medicine to Zhou Xiannan, her eyes filled with sympathy and gentleness.

He said softly to Zhou Xiannan, "After all, it was a gift from His Highness the War King, given by the woman he admires. It's naturally precious. Don't be impulsive next time."

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of unspeakable loneliness. At this moment, her heart was also gently touched by some emotion.

Zhou Xiannan took the medicine and nodded happily: "Okay, Yao'er, I will definitely protect myself next time."

For the rest of the time, Chu Xingyao didn't say anything. She just sat quietly with her head down, occasionally responding with a word or two.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions, as if shrouded in a thin mist, making it difficult to see clearly, yet one could feel the heaviness within.

Her fingers gently fiddled with the hem of her clothes, every little movement revealing her absent-mindedness.

Jun Jiuxiao had been silently observing everything from the side. He turned his head slightly, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes. His voice was deep and powerful: "Night Hawk, bring back Yao'er's medicine."

His words carried an unquestionable command, a declaration of his possession of Chu Xingyao and a warning to Zhou Xiannan.

A moment later, without anyone noticing, Night Hawk delivered the medicine that Chu Xingyao had given to Zhou Xiannan to Jun Jiuxiao.

Jun Jiuxiao felt much better, and he secretly gloated: "How could I give Yao'er's medicine to another man?"

A smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile of a victor, and also a smile of deep affection for Chu Xingyao.

After a while, Marquis Wu'an and Chu Huaizhong had both drunk too much, and their laughter and conversation gradually grew louder, making the atmosphere more lively.

Zhou Yi's laughter broke the silence of the night; his words carried a hint of mockery, clearly a joke.

"Old Chu, don't cry when Yao'er gets married."

His eyes gleamed with a playful light, as if he were challenging Chu Huaizhong's feelings.

Chu Huaizhong waved his hand, his gesture exuding a heroic air, and poured Jun Jiuxiao another cup of wine.

He said, "My precious baby won't get married. She grew up on my back since she was little. I've raised her like a flower. How could she marry that beast Jun Xuanche?"

His words carried a hint of determination, clearly indicating that he harbored considerable prejudice against Jun Xuanche.

His gaze was firm, as if declaring that his daughter deserved only the best, and Jun Xuanche was clearly not among his considerations.

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry: "So you really want to find a husband for Yao'er?"

His question was direct, as if he wanted a clear answer from Chu Huaizhong.

Chu Huaizhong nodded, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination:

"Yes, of course we need to find a son-in-law to keep an eye on. If he dares to bully my precious son, I'll chop him in half with one stroke."

His words were filled with protectiveness towards his daughter, as if he were declaring to the world that anyone who wanted to get close to Chu Xingyao had to pass through his gates.

After speaking, Chu Huaizhong stood up. His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the firelight. He patted Marquis Wu'an on the shoulder and poured Jun Jiuxiao a cup of wine.

With a serious expression, he said, "While I'm away from Kyoto, you two, as elders, must help me take good care of my precious baby."

His words revealed his deep care for Chu Xingyao and his concern for her future.

Marquis Wu'an readily agreed, a kind smile spreading across his wrinkled face.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect Yao'er well. Or should I adopt Yao'er as my goddaughter?" His suggestion immediately drew a burst of laughter.

Zhou Xiannan hurriedly stopped him, his exaggerated expression and anxious tone making people laugh: "Dad, you can't take Uncle Chu's daughter away from me."

Uncle Chu is angry and won't drink with you anymore.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

Chu Huaizhong also had a serious expression, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Yes, my darling can only be my daughter."

His words brought a blush to Chu Xingyao's face, and she protested softly, "Father..."

A barely perceptible worry lurked in Chu Huaizhong's eyes as he slowly turned his gaze toward Jun Jiuxiao.

His tone was a mix of pleading and expectation: "While I am away from the capital, I hope Your Highness can also help this old minister protect Yao'er."

His words revealed a father's deep love and concern for his daughter, an emotion that transcends words, a steadfast willingness to shield her from all the storms of life.