Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

"Feixue Pavilion... is gone."

Her long eyelashes trembled, and her pupils dilated considerably. Yukihime's eyes were filled with confusion; she seemed unable to accept this reality for the time being.

"Miss Xueji need not be too sad. As long as Miss Xueji is here, Feixue Pavilion will remain."

Ying Jing whispered softly. The little snow maiden in his arms had fallen asleep with sadness in her heart. She was very quiet and motionless.

He gently extended one hand, and Yuki, still somewhat bewildered, instinctively reached out and touched it.

"Get up, the Flying Snow Jade Flower Platform won't last much longer."

Ying Jing shook his head slightly, and the purple aura surrounding Xue Ji moved accordingly.

Without much effort, Xue Ji stood up under Ying Jing's guidance.

A snow-white dance dress, a face smudged with ash, surrounded by flickering red flames.

The Snow Jade Flower Platform beneath my feet, usually as white as snow, has now been tinged with a dark red.

"It's my fault... I ruined them."

Seemingly finally regaining some clarity, a look of sorrow appeared on Yuki's face.

She looked around, hoping to see other people.

However, now only the three of them remain in Feixue Pavilion.

"I have rescued some of them. If Miss Xueji is willing, we can open another Feixue Pavilion at any time."

Standing tall and straight, he stood on the platform covered in flying snow and rain flowers.

Ying Jing was still shrouded in a misty purple aura. His expression was calm, and his tone was not particularly turbulent.

There was no trace of pity or compassion, nor did he show any anger towards Zhao Jia.

Ying Jing's willingness to expose his strength to save people was purely out of his own conscience.

"Open another one..."

Yukihime shook her head bitterly: "Want me to kill even more people?"

She staggered a few steps on the Snowflake Jade Flower Platform, nearly falling again, but eventually straightened up.

Gazing at the surrounding firelight, Xue Ji spoke softly, no longer displaying the aloofness she had shown when they first met: "I was on the Flying Snow Jade Flower Platform when they set the fire, and I happened to see it."

"Oh?"

Ying Jing was somewhat interested in listening to stories.

"But I was knocked unconscious before I could stop it."

At this point, Yuki closed her eyes, seemingly in pain as she recalled what had happened.

"So you already know who did it?"

Ying Jing's expression was indifferent.

The facts are obvious; any normal person could guess them.

However, Zhao Ji's actions surprised Ying Jing several times. With this precedent in mind, Ying Jing was really unsure about women's thoughts, especially those women who were blinded by love.

"They said it was on the orders of Lord Changxin and Prince Qian."

Xue Ji's words immediately made Ying Jing frown.

Zhao Jia did such a stupid thing, and now they want to pin the blame on him?

"So...you believe me?"

Ying Jing's expression remained indifferent.

If Yukihime is really that stupid, then let's just pretend she never came today.

Xue Ji suddenly turned around to face Ying Jing. She shook her head and gave a cold smile: "Changxin Jun may be angry with Fei Xue Ge for not performing the dance that day, but he will never appear here to save me."

As she spoke, she suddenly became somewhat self-deprecating: "Xue Ji is ultimately just a dancer, not worthy of making you important figures waste so much effort on her."

"Being able to recognize yourself means you're not too stupid."

There was no comforting consolation.

Because this place only has Lord Changxin, Ying Jing, but not the great philanthropist Ying Jing.

Xue Ji didn't mind Ying Jing's indifference.

That day in the private room, she thoroughly humiliated Lord Changxin and Prince Qian.

For such a powerful figure, the fact that the other party cannot retaliate is already considered a favor.

After the burning of Feixue Pavilion, Xueji's mind seemed to have become much clearer, or rather... she simply returned to being herself.

Xue Ji, the founder of Fei Xue Pavilion and hailed by some as the greatest dancer in the Seven Kingdoms, has returned.

"I founded Feixue Pavilion simply to help many homeless women survive in this chaotic world, but I never expected that I would end up harming them."

Yukihime's expression turned somewhat melancholic, but her gaze gradually hardened.

She slowly walked towards the edge of the Snow and Rain Flower Terrace, getting close to the burning flames.

He staggered, but showed no sign of stopping.

Ying Jing frowned, but did not stop him.

No one can save someone who is determined to die. If Yukihime really wants to die, then no matter how much effort he puts in, it won't make much difference.

Snow Princess finally stopped when the flames were about to ignite the white dress.

She turned around again, looking at Ying Jing, who seemed like a god in the firelight, and then at the little snow maiden who had fallen asleep in Ying Jing's arms.

"Lord Changxin has come from afar; it was indeed Xueji who was rude the other day."

"Now that Feixue Pavilion has been reduced to ashes, Xueji has nothing left but a dance, which she wishes to offer to Lord Changxin to repay the kindness shown to her today."

Her sleeves fluttered lightly, like petals falling.

She moved with graceful steps, as if a gentle breeze were blowing.

Amidst the flickering firelight, Yuki-hime danced gracefully like a fairy.

Although her face was covered in black dust, her ethereal dance was as elegant and otherworldly as a plum blossom braving the snow.

Her arms moved like butterflies, light and graceful; her supple waist swayed, displaying her elegance.

Turning around, glancing back, tiptoeing, jumping—every movement was so natural and fluid, without the slightest sense of sluggishness.

Yukihime's dance unfolds like a scroll before the viewer's eyes, a style quite different from the allure of Ri-wu.

Suddenly, mottled snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

It's not the effect of the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace, but real snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell among the ruins, upon the raging flames, and also upon Yukihime.

Accompanied by graceful movements, the snow gradually intensified.

And Yukihime's movements... gradually became more and more exaggerated.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the snow-white dance skirt had vanished into the sea of ​​fire with each leap and wave... leaving only a piece of silk that landed on the Snowflake Jade Flower Platform.

Even so, her every move still exuded elegance, perhaps adding a touch of allure, but without a trace of vulgarity.

Jing Dashan never refuses thanks from others. He took it very seriously and couldn't let Xue Ji's kind intentions go to waste.

The woman who once refused even a simple dance performance is now dancing naked amidst a sea of ​​fire and flying snow.

There was no coercion whatsoever; everything was voluntary.

This also made Ying Jing marvel at the wonder of the changes in the world.

After a long while, the dance ended.

After a slight hesitation, Xue Ji picked up the piece of silk and, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, knelt down on the Snowflake Jade Flower Platform.

She lowered her head deeply, her red lips almost touching Ying Jing's instep.

"I know that I am of lowly status and have nothing to do to help Lord Changxin. I can only offer my humble appearance in the hope that Lord Changxin will help me avenge this deep hatred."

Deep love, deep hatred.

A fire at Feixue Pavilion destroyed all of a woman's beautiful dreams.

Even though Changxin-jun saved some people, quite a few still died because of her.

At this moment, only intense hatred remained in Yukihime's eyes.

"You want my help, but have you thought about how you can get revenge?"

Gazing at Xue Ji's flawless figure, Ying Jing's eyes remained calm.

Under strong external stimuli, a person's personality may become extreme.

Ying Jing was not surprised by Xue Ji's change.

But has she really figured out how to get revenge?

Yukihime's eyes were filled with confusion.

Seeking revenge against a prince of Zhao? What could a mere dancer possibly think of?

Confucius once said, "Repay evil with kindness." What does Xueji think?

Ying Jing gazed at the sea of ​​fire and slowly spoke.

"Confucius is a sage, but Xue Ji is just a little woman."

Yukihime sneered.

"No, I once heard a rumor that Confucius had a sword named 'Virtue'."

Xueji was immediately taken aback; she had never seen such a distortion of Confucius's words before.

But at this moment, her eyes were gradually regaining their sparkle.

Ying Jing shook his head slightly, looking at Xue Ji who was truly "penniless" in front of him, and raised one hand lightly.

Instantly, purple mist surged forth, quickly obscuring all the beauty surrounding Xue Ji.

Immediately afterwards, Yukihime's body was lifted from the ground and slowly fell into his arms.

With one step, Ying Jing had already left this sea of ​​fire.

He held the little snow woman in his left arm and the big snow princess in his right.

Ying Jing turned back and took one last look at the ruins of Fei Xue Pavilion.

"The flowing water and falling flowers mark the passing of spring, a world apart, heaven and earth..."