TSFLIP Chapter 233

“Madam Xue, are you alright?”

Upon hearing the deep, resonant voice behind her, Feng Guang quickly steadied herself and withdrew from the man’s embrace, softly saying, “Apologies.”

When she looked up, she saw a man with sharp, chiseled features. His face was strikingly handsome, almost otherworldly. His long, slender eyes carried a seductive charm that seemed to draw people in, making it easy to lose oneself in their depth.

He was dressed in a dark purple robe, understated yet luxurious. With just a faint smile, he exuded elegance that outshone any grandeur. He spoke, “The stray cats here are rather wild. Were you startled, madam?”

“I’m fine… May I ask who you are, sir?”

He smiled. “I am Dongfang Ye, the master of this valley.”

“So, you’re the esteemed Master of the Valley.” Feng Guang had assumed that someone with such a title would be in his late thirties or forties, but to her surprise, he looked like a man just stepping into his twenties. After a brief moment of surprise, she lowered her head and curtsied. “Thank you, Master of the Valley, for sheltering us these past few days.”

“You’re welcome. Those granted residency in the Valley of the Departed are entitled to my protection. However, Madam Xue, may I ask what your plans are moving forward?”

Plans? Feng Guang’s expression dimmed, her mind unable to conjure a destination. “I… Master of the Valley, please don’t call me Madam Xue anymore. That title doesn’t suit me.”

“Then… Miss Xia?” Dongfang Ye cautiously addressed her.

Feng Guang nodded. “As for what comes next… I honestly don’t know. Perhaps once Senior Sun recovers, I’ll ask Qingyu if he’s willing to return to Zhejian Manor with me.”

“From what I’ve heard, Zhejian Manor no longer has anyone left.”

“That’s alright. Even if no one’s there, the buildings are still standing.” She forced a bitter smile and added, “Maybe I should thank Xue Ran. When he said he’d destroy Zhejian Manor, at least he didn’t burn the buildings down. Leaving the house intact allows the grieving to revisit their pain. That’s quite his style, isn’t it?”

“Miss Xia, you could also stay here in the Valley.”

“No, that won’t work. Being here only reminds me of him constantly. Maybe once I’m back in Jiangnan, I can slowly forget him. Master of the Valley, I’m feeling unwell, so I’ll return to rest.” Feng Guang curtsied again before turning to leave.

Carried by the wind came a faint sigh from Dongfang Ye.

With Qingyu’s care, Sun Yidao’s condition was steadily improving. Losing his right hand meant he needed constant help, and over the past few days, both Qingyu and Feng Guang had been feeding him, catering to his every need.

But that morning, Sun Yidao was met not with their usual warm smiles but with two cold, stern faces.

Qingyu was the first to speak, clearly annoyed. “I’ve told you repeatedly not to drink while recovering, yet you still did. Now look at you—you’ll be bedridden even longer!”

Feng Guang followed up, “You’re old enough to know better! How can you not control your impulses?”

Sun Yidao protested, “I swear, I only took a sip! Just one sip!”

“Is this what you call ‘one sip’?” Feng Guang pointed to the empty wine bottle lying by his bedside.

“I don’t even know how that got here! But I only drank one sip. Look, I’ll prove it!” Sun Yidao pulled a wine gourd from under his pillow. “This is my stash—I’ve been rationing it for days!”

“Oh, so you’ve been hiding this, huh? Hand it over!” Feng Guang snatched the gourd from his hands. “Follow the doctor’s orders! No drinking means no drinking!”

Sun Yidao was so frustrated he nearly beat his chest. How was it that, despite sticking to his daily small sips, his wounds had been healing nicely, yet today his condition suddenly worsened?

He glared at the empty wine bottle on the floor and shouted angrily, “Who’s framing me?!”