Broken Bonds

52

Chapter 52

“General Yan, you have to understand that it is impossible for you and the Sect Master. He has Madam Lin, has his own family, and will soon have the eldest son. How will you deal with yourself then? The Sect Master will not like you. In his eyes, you are just a loyal subordinate of his! He is not worthy. He is not worthy of you.” 

Yan Feili looked at the bed’s flower beam blankly, his mind was very messy. He never thought that Ling Qing would have such thoughts about him. His heart was upset. 

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that Ling Qing’s words made some sense. It was indeed impossible for him and the Sect Master.

Yan Feili thought about it all night and fell asleep in a drowsy manner, but soon he woke up with a splitting headache. When he got up, I saw the traces on my body, thinking of Ling Qing’s behavior last night. Again, he felt ashamed and angry.

He went to the bathroom behind the house, rinsed his body with cold water, and scrubbed all over, wishing to take off a layer of skin. After he had freshened up and changed clothes, he noticed that it was late and hesitated for a while before going to the Shenmei Courtyard for peace.

When he went out, he saw the bed headboard where Ling Qing changed his clothes. He picked up the snare drum that he bought for Li’er in Huacheng, flicked it gently, and returned it to his sleeves. 

At the Shenmei Courtyard, he waited in the elegant room like usual, feeling unbearable from a hangover. With one hand, he rubbed his forehead.

“What’s the matter? Uncomfortable?”

“Sect Master,” Yan Feili didn’t expect Beitang Ao to walk in silently, unlike in the past when his servants would announce his entry.

“Why is your face so ugly?” Beitang Ao frowned and stretched out his hand to touch Yan Feili’s forehead.

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“Nothing… Just a bit of a hangover.”

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Yan Feili felt a pressure he had never had before because Beitang Ao was not clear about the feeling of liability; Beitang Ao’s origin, upbringing, and character did not think too much about others.

“I’m not going to attend the regular meeting today. It’s fine for you to attend for me.”

“Is there anything wrong with the Sect Master?” 

“Nothing. Yanyan is a little uncomfortable, I want to accompany her.” Beitang Ao paused, probably watching Yan Feili’s face turn, then he added, “She is pregnant now and needs care. ”

“This subordinate knows, the Sect Master doesn’t need to explain.” Yan Feili laughed, “The Sect Master had left for more than half a year, so he should accompany his wife well. This subordinate won’t disturb.”

After Yan Feili finished speaking, he didn’t wait for Beitang Ao to speak and turned around on his own.

This was the first time that Yan Feili was rude and arrogant in front of Beitang Ao. 

He stepped out of Shenmei Courtyard and looked up at the fall of autumn leaves. The frost-stained scenery, the bottom of his heart was blank. He knew that his actions just now are too abrupt as if he is jealous… But how can he not be jealous? Since the first time he saw that woman last year, the Sect Master was by her side.

Yan Feili wanted to accompany the Sect Master for the rest of his life but he was already heartbroken and going crazy.

If there weren’t the sweetness of their past, maybe he will do nothing like last year and suppress his feelings as always.

The life and death in Huacheng, the entanglement of the hot springs, the tacit understanding on the battlefield, how can he pretend to be fine? How can he bury the feelings that have been released? 

Yan Feili participated in the regular meeting. Afterward, he didn’t want to go back to the Bamboo Garden and felt that the headache was getting worse, so he went to the Medicine Stone House to look for Qiu Yeyuan.

After Qiu Yeyuan helped him quit the Mitouxian on the battlefield, they returned to Jianjing. Yesterday during the feast, two did not have time to say a few words.

Yan Feili and Qiu Yeyuan were not good at friendly conversations. But because they had shared many secret experiences, the two introverts were quite compatible and eventually became rare confidants.

It was a pity that the two of them hadn’t talked a few words more before Ximen Yue came. 

Yan Feili was not easy to disturb, so he had to retire first.

Wandering for a while, Yan Feili had a headache. He will have to endure since he didn’t have time to show Qiu Yeyuan. It was hard but he returned to the Bamboo Garden.

He used to like the quietness of the Bamboo Garden, but he grew to resent the coldness here. Yan Feili laughed secretly at his unsatisfactory, not knowing where his calm self had gone. He went into the Bamboo Garden and wanted to enter the study room yet felt a strange breath flowing in the air.

He stopped and looked at the back room. 

This breath was unclear, it contained an inexplicable feeling that was hovering all around and deeply pulling his heart. He walked into the inner room without knowing it.

When opening the door, Yan Feili’s hand trembled a little, and there was a strange expectation in his heart. He didn’t know what he was expecting but couldn’t help feeling nervous.

The door opened, and immature laughter came from the room.

A little boy wore a rich dark red little gold-inlaid gown covered with a splendid coat and a tiger-skin cap on his head. He sat on the bed with his head tilted, holding a tangram lock and playing with Beitang Ao. 

With the shaking of the lock plate, the little mouth called out to his father from time to time. The chubby little hands waved in the air, unspeakably cute.

Time froze.

Yan Feili stood there and couldn’t move.

*YAY!!!