Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

Hearing this, the two junior brothers looked at each other and then their eyes fell on Qu Xin, full of confusion.

"The art of bewitchment?" Qu Xin sneered, walked out from behind Xuan He and walked towards the woman.

"Stop!" the fellow disciples shouted.

However, Qu Xin did not stop and continued to move forward. Now Xuan He was right in front of them. If they dared to harm Qu Xin, it would be tantamount to admitting that they had some plans for her.

"You said I bewitched you?"

Qu Xin looked down at the woman and sneered, "Then tell me how I bewitched you. I'm quite knowledgeable about martial arts secrets and know a lot.

Generally speaking, bewitching techniques are mostly used between men and women. To bewitch the same sex, unless…"

Her smile gradually deepened: "You have special feelings for me."

"Nonsense! I am a closed-door disciple of the Qingxu Sect. How could I have any improper thoughts about a witch like you! You witches are so despicable. Who knows what tricks you have used."

The woman wanted to continue to accuse, but suddenly her eyes went dark and her voice stopped abruptly.

"Senior Sister? Senior Sister?" The two junior fellow students hurriedly supported her and shouted in panic.

"You!" One of them glared angrily, "What did you do to my sister?"

"I didn't do anything."

Qu Xin spread his hands and said, "I'm still a few steps away from her. If she really starts fighting, your senior brother will be behind her and you will be in front. Can't you see it?"

"Then why did Senior Sister faint?"

"You should be aware of your senior brother's strength. She was just hit by his palm power, and the fact that she can hold on until now is already her limit." Qu Xin interrupted him and said impatiently that it was a waste of time to talk to these people.

"Master, this girl said that I will live here. Do you think it is appropriate?" Qu Xin no longer paid attention to the three people and turned to ask Xuan He.

"I'll arrange for someone to prepare the room right away. Please follow me."

Xuan He frowned and looked at the simple woodshed, then took Qu Xin's hand and led her to his residence.

Under Xuan He's personal arrangement, Qu Xin moved into a room next to his. This room was spacious and bright, elegantly and comfortably decorated, and equipped with all daily necessities.

It was spring all year round here, so Qu Xin did not prepare any winter clothes. But Ying Xia was in the north, and it was cold in the mountains, so Xuan He specially prepared some warm clothes for her, which were just the right size.

After putting on the new dress, Qu Xin nodded in front of the mirror with satisfaction. The design of the dress was simple and elegant, with exquisite patterns, making her look more fresh and refined.

"Miss Qu." Xuan He's voice sounded outside the door, with a hint of concern.

Qu Xin smiled and opened the door to greet him. Xuan He's eyes lit up when he saw her cute and playful appearance in her new clothes.

He had specially selected this dress from among the clothes that his senior sister had never worn. Unexpectedly, it fit Qu Xin so well that it attracted the attention of the Qingxu sect disciples passing by.

Seeing this, Xuan He felt inexplicably unhappy, so he pulled Qu Xin to a quieter place, away from those prying eyes.

"Sixth Senior Sister, don't be angry. Senior Brother was just bewitched by that witch. As long as we get rid of her, Senior Brother will definitely recover."

A female disciple who was peeking at the corner noticed Sixth Senior Sister's dissatisfaction and hurriedly whispered to comfort her.

"Sixth Senior Sister, the Sect Master invites you over."

Not long after, a junior fellow apprentice came with a message and took the puzzled Sixth Senior Sister to the Zen room of the headmaster Wentian.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Taoist priest?"

Qu Xin thought about it and looked at her hand, smiling. Xuan He seemed not to realize her actions yet, and even when he stopped, he did not let go of her hand.

"Miss Qu, you mentioned before that you wanted to know about the affairs of the Duke of Han Mansion. After some investigation, I finally found some clues."

Xuan He always kept Qu Xin's wish in mind.

After returning, he went to the library to look up the extremely rare forbidden volumes in the sect. These precious documents were originally kept by the sect leader Wentian, but as early as a year ago, Wentian handed over the important task of managing the forbidden volumes to Xuanhe.

Although Xuan He had always obeyed his master's orders and never read the forbidden volumes for many years, he made an exception this time for Qu Xin.

He carefully recorded all the information about the dukes of the Han Mansion, and spent the whole night writing down these clues and giving them to Qu Xin.

When Qu Xin read the contents of the paper, she learned about the tragedy that happened to the Han family twelve years ago. Seeing this, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Ms. Qu, what's wrong with you?" Xuan He felt his heart tighten when he saw her tears falling like beads from a broken string.

She touched her face in surprise and found her hands were wet. Only then did she realize that she had been crying without knowing when.

Every word on the paper seemed to make her experience that tragic history personally, especially when she read that hundreds of people in the Han Mansion were burned to death, her heart ached so much that she could not bear it and tears welled up again.

"This...what's going on?" she murmured in a low voice, immersed in deep sympathy.

She sobbed softly and tried to wipe away her tears with her hands, but the more she did so, the more tears fell.

Xuan He didn't know what to do, he just felt anxious, and finally decided to hold her gently in his arms. His big hands gently stroked her back, without saying a word, just quietly accompanying her.

After a long time, Qu Xin's mood finally calmed down.

"Thank you."

She whispered, thanking him for not only sending her valuable information, but also for giving her clumsy but sincere comfort at this time. She gently pushed his chest and left the warm embrace.

Xuan He felt a sense of emptiness in his arms, and his heart became empty as well.

"You're welcome." He hesitated for a moment before responding.

"Big Brother, the master wants to see you!" At this time, a shout came from a distance, interrupting the silence of the two. A Qingxu disciple was running towards them.

"I'll be back soon." Xuan He said to Qu Xin, then turned and walked towards the Zen room.

Qu Xin was about to return to his room, but before he had gone far, he was stopped by the disciple who had just delivered the message.

"Miss, this is your first time here. Would you like me to show you around?" There was a barely perceptible greed in his eyes.

"No need."

Qu Xin tried to avoid him, but he grabbed her arm and refused to let go. A foul smell hit her face, and the man came close to her, intending to kiss her lips.

No one had ever dared to be so rude to her, and her fellow disciples in the church all treated her with great respect.

A cold light flashed in Qu Xin's eyes, and she suddenly hit his chest with her elbow and broke free.

Before the man could come to his senses, he was kicked again, hitting him in the face, knocking out his front teeth.

He covered his mouth and uttered an inarticulate curse word, but before he could finish, a dagger whizzed past and nailed the stone behind him, frightening him so much that he immediately knelt down.

"Your mouth stinks. I hate hearing dirty talk."

Qu Xin said coldly, the dagger in his hand spinning at his fingertips: "If you can't say anything nice, you'd better shut up. Otherwise, I don't mind helping you trim your tongue."