People in Qin Dynasty: Opening the treasure chest, I took off!

Chapter 37 Mysterious Visitor

"I want to ask you something."

"ask."

"do you like me?"

Xia Bing glanced at her.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because I want to know," Yan Lingji looked at him, "how you feel about me right now."

Xia Bing fell silent.

To be honest...

"good."

"I have feelings for you..." Xia Bing thought for a moment.

"Really?" Yan Lingji's eyes lit up.

"But not in love," Xia Bing said. "At least not now."

Why?

"Because we haven't known each other for very long," Xia Bing said, looking at her. "Liking someone takes time."

Yan Lingji was somewhat disappointed.

"Then when will you like me?"

"I don't know." Xia Bing shook her head. "Maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe... never."

Can't you give me some hope?

"I want to tell you the truth," Xia Bing said. "I don't want to lie to you."

Yan Lingji remained silent.

She knew Xia Bing was telling the truth.

But the truth is often the most hurtful.

"Okay." She suddenly smiled. "Then I'll wait."

"I'm willing to wait a year, ten years, or even a lifetime."

"Anyway, I, Yan Lingji, have plenty of time."

Xia Bing looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"You really are stubborn."

"Of course." Yan Lingji raised her chin. "I, Yan Lingji, am not one to give up easily."

If you chase me, I will run away.

"If you try to hide, I'll chase you even harder."

"One day, you will accept me."

Xia Bing shook her head helplessly.

"Whatever you want."

"I'll remember that," Yan Lingji laughed. "You'd better not regret it later."

"I don't regret it."

"That's good."

Yan Lingji turned and left, her steps light and quick.

Xia Bing watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

This woman...

It really gave him a headache.

……

evening.

Xia Bing led everyone out for a walk.

The streets of Xinzheng City are bustling with activity, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

The two babies were being held by the women, looking around curiously.

"Xinzheng City is really lively," Jingni said.

"It's much more lively than Handan," Xue Nu nodded.

"It's much more lively than Baiyue," said Yan Lingji. "Baiyue is a poor, remote place; there aren't nearly this many people there."

"Do you miss Baiyue?" Xia Bing asked.

"What are you missing?" Yan Lingji shook her head. "No matter how good Baiyue was, it's gone now."

"I just want to... look forward."

Xia Bing nodded.

"Looking forward is the right thing to do."

"Let bygones be bygones."

Yan Lingji glanced at him.

"You make it sound so easy."

"What's wrong?"

"In the past... wasn't there anything you couldn't let go of?"

Xia Bing thought for a moment.

"have."

"What is it?"

"There's someone," he said, "whom I owe a promise to."

"What promise?"

"I can't tell you," Xia Bing smiled. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true."

Yan Lingji pouted.

"How stingy."

Xia Bing smiled but didn't say anything.

The person he was referring to was his mother.

Xia Yufang.

When he left Handan, he promised her that he would give her a stable home.

Now, he is working hard to fulfill that promise.

"Let's go," he said. "There's a teahouse up ahead, let's go sit for a while."

"good."

The crowd followed him toward the teahouse.

The streets were bustling with people.

But Xia Bing felt very calm.

Because he is trying.

For the people around me.

So that they can live a good life.

He will continue to work hard.

……

(Evening in Xinzheng City, the sun is setting.)

(Some days are ordinary yet heartwarming.)

(This is the life he wants.)

The next morning.

Xia Bing was instructing Jing Ni on sword techniques in the courtyard when she suddenly heard crying coming from inside the house.

"What's wrong?" he asked, frowning.

"It looks like Xia Yan." Jing Ni sheathed her sword. "I'll go check."

She strode into the house and came out a moment later carrying Xia Yan in her arms.

Xia Yan was still crying, her little face flushed red.

"What happened?" Xia Bing asked.

"I tripped and fell," Jingni said. "I scraped my knee."

"Come, let me see."

Xia Bing took her son and checked his injuries.

There's a small cut on my knee, and a little blood is seeping out.

"It's not serious," Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief. "A little ointment will do."

He took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket and gently applied it to Xia Yan's knee.

"Okay, don't cry," he coaxed. "Daddy will blow on it for you."

He gently blew on Xia Yan's knee.

Xia Yan gradually stopped crying, but she was still sobbing intermittently.

"Father...Father..." he mumbled, his little hands clutching Xia Bing's clothes tightly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Xia Bing rubbed his head. "Be careful next time, don't fall again."

"Falling down is good for your health," Jingni said from the side. "Boys, what boy doesn't fall down sometimes?"

"That's true," Xia Bing glanced at her, "but he's still too young."

"Little one?" Jingni asked. "When you were one year old, you were much more mischievous than him."

"Really?" Xia Bing was somewhat surprised. "Did your mother tell you?"

"Yes." Jingni nodded. "My mother said that when you were little, you ran around all the time and fell down all the time."

"Once I even fell from a tree and broke my arm."