"What about you?" Rong Xingyu asked curiously. "I arrived here two weeks ago, we should have co through at the sa ti, right?"
Ding Yixin hadn’t expected this either.
He let out a sigh and gently rubbed Rong Xingyu’s hair.
"From the perspective of that original tiline, we did indeed arrive at the sa mont," Ding Yixin said. "But if viewed from the tiline we currently in, then to be precise, I arrived here three years earlier."
Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened.
Three years earlier?
According to Ding Yixin, for reasons unknown, although they had crossed over together that night, he had ended up spending three extra years in this world.
A chill crept down Rong Xingyu’s back.
When he had opened his eyes and found himself in ancient tis, he hadn’t even considered the issue of differing flows of ti.
All at once, he understood why so many researchers were almost fanatically obsessed with this field, ti was indeed both dangerous and fascinating.
But Rong Xingyu didn’t have the luxury of pondering it deeply right now.
He frowned.
"So three years ago it was you... which ans you were the one who proposed marriage to the Mu family?"
Ding Yixin: "..."
A cold smile appeared on Rong Xingyu’s face and his tone deceptively gentle.
"If I rembers correctly, when General Ding went to the Mu residence to ask for a marriage, you specifically asked for the eldest young lady."
And this man had just said he had admired Miss Mu for a long ti and had taken the initiative to request the marriage?
The more Rong Xingyu thought about it, the more he couldn’t help grinding his teeth, the smile on his face growing deeper.
Ding Yixin: "..."
So why exactly had he felt the need to say so much just now?
Filled with regret, Ding Yixin glanced at Rong Xingyu’s expression and coughed awkwardly a couple of tis.
Three years ago, when Ding Yixin opened his eyes, he discovered he had transmigrated into ancient tis.
The man whose body he now occupied even shared his surna.
But at that ti he had been stationed at the frontier, where the fighting was extrely tense.
Ding Yixin could only stabilize the situation at the border while secretly sending people to search for any trace of Rong Xingyu.
Three years passed just like that.
By the ti the frontier war was completely resolved, Ding Yixin still hadn’t found even the slightest clue related to Rong Xingyu.
After leading his troops back in triumph, he devoted all his energy to searching for his lover.
Almost every young man around Rong Xingyu’s age was investigated by people under Ding Yixin’s orders.
General Rong who had remained aloof from won for years suddenly making such a large private effort just to find a young man who might not even exist.
So subordinates couldn’t help but grumble privately: no wonder the general wasn’t interested in won; it turned out he preferred the company of n!
And apparently he even had a particular preference for delicate-looking young man.
What his subordinates thought, Ding Yixin neither knew nor cared about.
He was even considering expanding the age range of those being searched.
It was then that Ding Yixin suddenly learned that in the pri minister’s residence there was a very neglected young son who had long been confined to a side courtyard.
His heart began to pound rapidly.
A sudden intuition struck him that the person he had been searching for might finally be about to appear.
That very night, Ding Yixin couldn’t resist.
The dignified general actually slipped over the wall and sneaked into the pri minister’s residence.
But when he saw the young master nad Mu Lin, disappointnt surged in his heart.
This wasn’t his Yuyu.
Still, Ding Yixin didn’t give up.
He didn’t even know where this stubborn intuition ca from.
In any case, once there was a first ti, there soon ca a second, a third...
Ding Yixin could no longer rember how many tis he had crept like a thief into that small side courtyard in the dead of night.
Until the day he saw the young man suddenly seem like a different person, with a hint of foxlike cunning revealed in his eyes.
That gaze was so familiar it felt etched into Ding Yixin’s very bones.
He couldn’t help but smile, his Yuyu had finally been found.
After that, Ding Yixin used a few discreet thods to have Rong Xingyu sent to the general’s residence without leaving any trace.
And the pri minister’s residence, feeling guilty over the matter of sending a substitute bride would probably keep their distance for the ti being and saving Rong Xingyu the annoyance of having to see them.
"Mu Lin was actually quite pitiful as well," Rong Xingyu sighed, unable to help feeling a sense of lant when he thought about the original owner’s tragic and regrettable fate.
Rong Xingyu briefly told Ding Yixin about the hardships the original owner had endured in the Pri Minister’s residence.
By the ti he finished, Rong Xingyu could not help clenching his fists and said indignantly, "You have no idea how disgusting that scumbag father of his and those so-called family mbers really are!"
Ding Yixin watched Rong Xingyu’s righteous and indignant expression, his eyes filled with a fond and indulgent smile.
Thinking that he was, after all, using Mu Lin’s body, Rong Xingyu felt that he ought to help Mu Lin vent his anger properly.
"You should rember, your husband is now a general who holds military power," Ding Yixin said while raising his brows.
In other words, Rong Xingyu had his backing and could walk proudly without fear outside.
"Whatever you want to do, go ahead and do it. I’m here."
Rong Xingyu excitedly hooked both hands around the back of Ding Yixin’s neck and blinking rapidly. "Really?"
After transmigrating to ancient tis, aside from Ding Yixin, there was no one who truly knew him and Rong Xingyu could not help wanting to let himself run free.
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