Chapter Nine: The Fallen Heiress (Part Three)

During the meal, the three sat together at one table. Meng Xiaoli cautiously asked Jin Xiaodao, "Xiaodao, it’s been half a month since you came here, hasn’t it?" Jin Xiaodao lifted her eyes, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Yes, about that long." But then, sensing the intent behind Meng Xiaoli’s question, she quickly retorted, "Is there something I did wrong? Are you… are you trying to get rid of me?" Saying this, she looked at Meng Xiaoli and Long Ye with a forlorn expression.

Meng Xiaoli hadn’t expected Jin Xiaodao to be so perceptive and quickly explained, "No, not at all. It’s just that given your background, you shouldn’t be just a maid. You deserve a better place. So I wanted to ask if you have any plans or ambitions. Don’t hesitate to tell us—we won’t force you."

Hearing this, Jin Xiaodao suddenly felt the food lost its appeal. She put down her chopsticks, lowered her head, pouted, and tears welled in her eyes. She spoke with a voice full of grievance, "You know, once I stepped out this door, I had nowhere to go. In officialdom, when one falls, without family ties, people add insult to injury. Even with kin, it’s better to hide than to face them. Who can I rely on? I am but a weak woman; what great deed can I accomplish? My parents only wanted to save my life, perhaps not hoping I avenge them, but simply that I live a peaceful life. Now, even surviving is a struggle." As she spoke, large tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her like this, Meng Xiaoli recalled her own childhood and felt empathy. She patted Jin Xiaodao’s shoulder comfortingly, "I understand how you feel. When my parents died in the chaos of war, I was only five, utterly alone and frightened of everyone. No place felt like home. Fortunately, my master took me in and raised me. Since you’ve met us, it must be fate. I’m a few years older; from now on, just call me sister."

Jin Xiaodao’s face brightened with joy and she smiled, "Really? You’ll take me in?" Meng Xiaoli nodded, "Since you’ll call me sister, this is your home too. Stay here without worry." Pretending not to notice Long Ye’s helpless look, Meng Xiaoli took Jin Xiaodao’s hand, and the two sisters called each other as such.

After dinner and cleaning the dishes, Jin Xiaodao noticed Long Ye and Meng Xiaoli playing with the daughter inside the house. She sat alone in the courtyard, lost in thought. She mused, “No wonder they keep wanting me to leave. This family of three is so harmonious and happy; I’m the odd one out. I’ve been cautious these days, afraid of making a mistake or upsetting them. Even their daughter, Xiao Longze, has learned a bit of martial arts from her father and takes it out on me—I endure the pain and put on a smile. I’ve never been this careful even with my own parents. Though the couple treats me kindly and hasn’t spoken harshly to me, I am still a dependent—life is hard.”

As she traced the wooden grain of the table with her fingers, she thought, “After all, we’re not family. There’s no blood relation. If one day they’re in a bad mood, they can send me away anytime. Thinking back on my years of wandering, the faces of the world’s people, the viciousness and depravity of human traffickers—those were nightmares I never want to relive. Though this place isn’t a grand official residence, nor even a merchant’s mansion, it is my only refuge.”

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard the door open. Long Ye strode out, holding a sword, and headed toward the woods. Knowing Xiao Longze must have gone to sleep, Long Ye was going out to practice swordsmanship in the forest. Jin Xiaodao followed after him.

In the woods, Long Ye found a clearing, lowered his breath to his dantian, and began to swing his sword, creating a whirlwind of sword energy. Jin Xiaodao found a wooden stump to sit on, resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly at Long Ye’s agile movements. He seemed like a divine warrior descended from the heavens. She recalled a family banquet once, where there was a sword dance, but it was all mere flashy moves meant to please the eye. Even when generals sparred, their movements were never as graceful or beautiful as Long Ye’s.

Watching Long Ye’s movements, Jin Xiaodao’s mind wandered, “He’s tall and imposing, with strong arms—not like the scholars who take imperial exams, nor the cunning, inscrutable officials. This man is steady and capable. With him around, even if the sky fell, it wouldn’t crush me—or rather, it wouldn’t crush Meng Xiaoli. Although officialdom prizes wisdom and strategy, martial arts are useless there. But in the Jianghu world, it’s all about martial skill. Only the strong avoid being bullied.”

Since then, Jin Xiaodao developed feelings for Long Ye. She found herself unconsciously gravitating toward him. What began as a struggle to survive turned into a determination to stay for love.

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Living under the same roof, sharing meals, brushing hands and clothing, exchanging dishes—such intimacy was inevitable. Moreover, Jin Xiaodao was naturally lively and open-hearted, traits that made her uninhibited. Meng Xiaoli saw it all as nothing more than sibling affection.

One day after dinner, Long Ye hoisted his quiver and announced he was going to hunt in the mountains. Jin Xiaodao insisted on coming along. Meng Xiaoli teased her, "You don’t know martial arts. Aren’t you afraid wild beasts will eat you?" At this, Xiao Longze, thinking it was a game, also demanded, "I want to go too! I want to go!" Meng Xiaoli scooped her up and coaxed, "No, you can’t go. If a tiger eats you, there won’t be enough meat for the rest of us."

Jin Xiaodao happily followed Long Ye, turning back to say to Meng Xiaoli, "Don’t worry, sister, brother-in-law will protect me." Then she strode off.

Along the way, Long Ye kept silent, as if he were alone. Jin Xiaodao tried to catch his attention, "Brother Long Ye, why won’t you talk to me?" Long Ye glanced at her without stopping, speaking gravely, "Why did you follow me?"

Jin Xiaodao blinked and replied, "To hunt! I’ve never been hunting before. What strange animals live in this forest?" After she spoke, Long Ye seemed as if he didn’t recognize her and trudged ahead in silence.

They wound through dense forest and pushed aside foliage. Long Ye leapt into a tree, overlooking the area. Spotting something, he drew his bow and released an arrow with a "whoosh." A wild rabbit collapsed. Long Ye jumped down, pulled out the arrow, lifted the rabbit, and hung it on a tree branch. Blood dripped from the wound.

Jin Xiaodao moved closer to look but suddenly felt itchiness on her calf. Rolling up her pants, she bent down to see several black larvae burrowing into her skin. She screamed and sat down in fright.

Long Ye sprang over, lifted her up, and said, "Don’t sit on the ground. There are many snakes and ants in the grass." He then helped her sit on a raised stone. Jin Xiaodao, trembling, looked away in fear, biting her lip as she asked, "If they burrow into my leg, will they eat me?"

Long Ye squatted, held her pale calf, and slapped hard where the larvae were. They shrank and rolled off, leaving only a few blood spots.

Relieved, Jin Xiaodao exclaimed, "Luckily, they were found early, or I might have been eaten without even knowing how I died." She then leaned against Long Ye’s shoulder. He immediately held her up, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

Feigning weakness, she pouted, "I’m so scared my legs went weak." Long Ye showed no indulgence and stood, "What’s there to fear from a few larvae? They can’t eat you, only suck your blood."

Jin Xiaodao replied, "That’s no good either. If they suck me dry, dying would be even uglier—I’m not married yet!"

Long Ye hung the rabbit on his waist without looking back and continued forward. Jin Xiaodao, seeing him ignore her, pulled down her pants leg and jogged to catch up. Suddenly, a roar startled her. She shrank against Long Ye, shivering, "What was that sound?"

Long Ye answered calmly, "A tiger."

"A tiger?" Jin Xiaodao could hardly believe her ears. Looking at Long Ye, she asked, "If it’s a tiger, why aren’t we running? What are we waiting for?"

Long Ye raised an eyebrow, "I can face a tiger and come out unscathed. What’s there to fear?"

"And me?" Jin Xiaodao looked at him wide-eyed. Long Ye shrugged, "I didn’t ask you to come."

Panicked, Jin Xiaodao grabbed his sleeve, pleading, "That won’t do. I have no kin. If I die, no one will know, but I’m still flesh and blood. Would you really watch me get devoured by a tiger?"

Before he could answer, Long Ye suddenly embraced her. Jin Xiaodao looked up into his sharply defined jawline, steady breathing, and the unique scent he carried. Her heart quickened. Then Long Ye slowly pushed her away, revealing a green snake in his hand.

Jin Xiaodao screamed. Long Ye had swiftly caught a snake attempting to sneak up behind her.

He gripped the snake’s head, coiled its body, and with force flung it far away, then turned and walked on. Jin Xiaodao had no choice but to run after him.

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