The next morning, Lan Yan woke up and saw Jun Yelan by the bed, looking surprised. Strange, didn't Jun Yelan sleep by the window last night?
Jun Yelan also opened his eyes and looked at Lan Yan's confused expression. Without explaining, he walked to the window. It seemed Lan Yan didn't remember the nightmare from last night, so he didn't see the need to say anything.
Lan Yan, watching him leave silently, muttered, "Does he not trust me, so he stared at me all night?" Seeing Jun Yelan holding his sword and leaning coldly by the window, she increasingly thought this was a possibility.
She nodded, thinking she needed to do more to dispel Jun Yelan's suspicions. "Hey, Jun Yelan, how is your injury?"
Jun Yelan said coldly, "Much better." His arm had been seriously injured, but thanks to Lan Yan's medicine yesterday, it no longer hurt as much.
In a few more days, when things calmed down, he would leave.
Lan Yan couldn't help but smile, "That's good. I'll get you some breakfast." With that, she put on her shoes and left the room, not noticing Jun Yelan's gaze following her.
She walked towards the kitchen in the backyard and saw steamed buns. As she stepped forward to take one, someone else snatched it first.
"Oh, isn't this our courtesan? Come to eat buns too." The speaker was a woman in her twenties, heavily made up, with a plump figure, and a somewhat sharp and sarcastic tone.
Lan Yan looked at her for a moment and said, "Who are you?"
Xiao Yun was instantly indignant. How could this Lan Yan look down on her so much, not even remembering her? "Lan Yan, you snatched my customer the day before yesterday, and now you ask me who I am!"
"Let me tell you, don't think you're so great just because you're a courtesan. You'll lose your appeal sooner or later. Besides that face, what other skills do you have?" She rolled her eyes, full of disdain.
Lan Yan licked her back teeth and couldn't help but roll up her sleeves, saying, "But you don't even have a face. I came for this bun first, it belongs to me."
She directly took the plate of buns.
Ever since she transmigrated into this brothel courtesan, she had been belittled. Did they think she was a vegetarian!
Xiao Yun did not expect Lan Yan to be so different today. Usually, Lan Yan would ignore her, acting as if nothing mattered.
"Lan Yan, I'm having these buns today! Usually, Madam Liang backs you up, but now you have no one!" She reached out to snatch the plate from Lan Yan's hand.
Lan Yan slightly turned her body, skillfully moving the plate behind her, and said with a smile, "You want it, but I don't want to give it to you." She held the plate high, casually grabbed the chili sauce from the table, and walked towards the door.
Behind her, Xiao Yun gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with anger, and grabbed a nearby plate to smash it at the back of Lan Yan's head.
However, as soon as the plate left her hand, her forehead was hit hard, causing a large bump. With a bang, the plate fell to the ground, with a stone of considerable size on it.
"My forehead!" She clutched her throbbing forehead and pointed angrily, "Lan Yan, it must have been you."
Lan Yan stood at the doorway, shrugging. The stone really had nothing to do with her. Her hands were full, so it could only be a third person. She couldn't help but glance towards the window, where someone should have been just now.
"Xiao Yun, you brought this upon yourself! Serves you right." Lan Yan walked away, returned to her room, and placed the buns on the table.
Jun Yelan walked out from behind the screen, wiped the dirt from his hands with a handkerchief, and sat down calmly.
Lan Yan ate the buns and said, "Something magical just happened. Someone who was bullying me was suddenly hit by a large stone, and their forehead was scraped."
Listening to Lan Yan's vivid description, Jun Yelan tore at the bun and chewed slowly. He had been present just then, and he was the one who threw the stone, even thinking it was too small.
He had been saved by Lan Yan and, wanting to be helpful, had been following her.
Lan Yan tossed the last bun into her mouth and murmured, "It seems I'm quite lucky to even encounter something like this." She actually suspected it was Jun Yelan, but his continued silence left her confused.
After finishing his food, Jun Yelan stood up, ready to leave, but Lan Yan tugged at his sleeve. He looked at Lan Yan's fingers, remembering last night's events. But Lan Yan today was awake, what was she planning?
"Wait, I need your help with something." Lan Yan went to the cabinet and took out a flute. It was her turn to perform tonight, and she couldn't do anything else but play the flute passably.
Jun Yelan sat down and watched Lan Yan quietly.
Lan Yan pressed the holes of the flute with her fingers and began to play a melodious tune.
The flute music flowed slowly, sometimes like a clear spring in the mountains, sometimes like white snow on a high peak, calming the listener's heart. Following the music, Jun Yelan seemed to travel to these places, forgetting many of his troubles.
Lan Yan continued to play, pouring all her emotions into the music, her gaze fixed on the person before her.
For a long time, Jun Yelan was stunned, completely immersed in the melody. All he could hear was the flute, and all he could see was the person in front of him. He thought that someone who could play such a beautiful piece must have a heart full of warmth.
Unlike him.
As the song ended, the room fell silent. Lan Yan put away the flute and looked at Jun Yelan, smiling, "How was it?" Jun Yelan didn't respond, and she wondered, "Was it not good?"
She hadn't played the flute in a long time.
Jun Yelan came to his senses, shook his head, and said, "No. It's just that it's the first time I've heard it, and I was a little taken aback." Since he was born, all he had heard was killing, and it was rare to encounter such a peaceful sound.
Lan Yan couldn't help but smile, "Isn't that simple? I'll play it for you often from now on. But..." She stood up and leaned slightly closer to Jun Yelan's ear, continuing, "I actually only know this one song, so you can't dislike it."
The soft breaths near her ear made Jun Yelan's earlobes turn red, and his palms on his knees tightened slightly. How could he dislike it? This song was worthy of everything in the world.
He looked up, meeting Lan Yan's approaching gaze. In those clear eyes, he saw himself, as if he had also become clean, devoid of all the bloodshed.
Lan Yan, looked at by Jun Yelan like that, shyly turned her head away, her eyes dodging, "I'll practice a bit more, so I won't make mistakes tonight."
She sat aside and slowly practiced the song, but her heart trembled slightly. Why was Jun Yelan looking at her like that? Why was there such deep sadness hidden in his eyes?
Meanwhile, Jun Yelan placed the sword in his hand on the table, his eyes fixed on Lan Yan, his brow furrowed. What was happening to him? Staring at a woman like this, and wanting to keep listening.
He even suspected Lan Yan's music had some hidden magic, causing him to change so suddenly.