Chapter 278 No Regrets

Yun Weize, the person directly involved, was clearly the most shocked, so much so that he couldn't react for a long time.

He held the wine pot blankly, staring at Jiang Xianwan for a long time.

Belatedly realizing it, she bit her lip, and a blush of rouge appeared on the tip of her ear, a color that would strike the entire Six Sects like lightning and leave them speechless.

Those dewy eyes, shy and tender, were like newly blossoming apricot buds, shimmering with golden light in the morning glow, blooming only for one person.

Then, the Southern Emperor stammered, "Let's drink again in a few days."

Her throat is still sore.

Jiang Xianwan nodded, "Okay, I'll just smell it."

She didn't feel the need to hide anything, nor did she care about other people's opinions.

The people of the Southern Territory aren't oblivious to what's going on lately, but they all tacitly pretend to be blind.

We'll find out sooner or later.

Furthermore, Yun Weize was clearly a little disappointed just now.

Although Di Yin and the others didn't say it aloud, they all wanted to stand openly with her.

Since they've already decided to take it all, they can't keep doing this sneaky thing forever, can they?

Yun Weize felt his cheeks burning and his ears turning bright red, as if covered with a layer of shimmering clouds.

He hadn't expected Jiang Xianwan to actually reveal their relationship in front of the Six Sects. His eyes lit up with joy, and he pointed to his lips with his fingertip.

There's something here.

Jiang Xianwan wiped it. "Is there any more?"

His gaze fell on her luscious lips, and Yun Weize's eyelashes trembled slightly. He gently touched her lips with his fingertip.

"there is none left."

Southern Border: "..."

Finally, they're not hiding it anymore?

Is it finally time to announce it to the world?

Yo yo yo!

The North: "..."

Their eyes seemed to be blind.

no.

The Southern Emperor was a man of exceptional character, always maintaining a detached demeanor towards others and never smiling.

It was even more enviable than the moon hanging in the sky, making people sigh with longing and unable to reach it.

Would he feel ashamed?

He even wiped Jiang Xianwan's mouth?

He couldn't help but think of the scene before when he picked up Jiang Xianwan and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Before the three sects of the Northern Territory could even react to being suddenly bombarded with gossip and dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and before the three sects of the Southern Territory could even recover from their shock and grimaces, they were left speechless.

What struck everyone even more astonishingly, leaving them speechless, was...

The Northern Emperor, clad in snow and with silver hair, shone with the light of snow and moonlight, clear and otherworldly, as if surrounded by flowing clouds.

A dragon carp perched on its shoulder, and a round, exquisite little cup held in its hands, just like the Southern Emperor's hesitant expression just now.

They stopped some distance away and looked this way.

The end of the line of sight... was Jiang Xianwan.

He looked like he had just crawled out of the kitchen...

Liu Zong: "..." No.

A question mark with an exclamation mark following it appeared on everyone's head.

The Northern Emperor, a man as cold and aloof as ice and snow, actually cooked a meal!

Forgive them, but they simply cannot imagine the image of the Northern Emperor, a dignified deity, standing by the stove, stirring the pot with a spoon in one hand.

In that instant, all eyes of the six sects were on:

The Southern Emperor, clutching a wine jug, had his ears burning red.

And the Northern Emperor, holding the small cup, hesitated.

And then there's Jiang Xianwan, who's completely absorbed in eating skewers.

Back and forth, fast, leaping.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and the air began to fill with the smell of burnt food.

Upon seeing this, Elder Ming and the high-ranking officials from the Southern Territory were struck by a level-ten storm.

Their evil spirits' ambition to unify the two realms and three domains might actually... come true!

During the Xuan Gu Tournament, the five men on the cloud boat suddenly started fighting and even smashed the cloud boat to pieces. Could it be... because of her?

Now that I think about it, it's actually quite possible!

He Weiyu and the others: Junior Sister Jiang! Forever a goddess!

Elder of the Eternal Sect: "..."

That's why his sect leader said that one must not be rude or disobedient to Jiang Xianwan.

So, their Emperor... likes Jiang Xianwan?!

So, the spirit beast Jiang Xianwan once raised at the Eternal Sect... was actually their Emperor?!

In the midst of endless silence, Jiang Xianwan finally... moved again.

She didn't seem to notice anything amiss, casually munching on her meat skewers, and turned to look at the Northern Emperor.

His tone was also very casual and ordinary.

"You made soup?"

The Northern Emperor once again displayed the same expression as the Southern Emperor when he received the wine pot.

He stood there, stunned, his snow-white, glassy eyes suddenly wide open, unable to move.

After a while.

It took three headbutts from the dragon carp for it to snap out of its daze.

Those eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with countless scattered stars, sweetly wrapped in shyness, making anyone who looked at them... feel like they'd been struck by lightning.

real.

At this moment, all six sects missed Xiao Zi.

Under their unwavering gazes, the Northern Emperor's lips curved into a small, overjoyed smile as he walked step by step to her and placed the delicate little cup in her hand.

"I made pear porridge," Guai Guai said softly.

Seeing this, the dragon carp knew that its family was finally completely united. Excitedly, it flicked its tail and pounced on Jiang Xianwan's lap.

"Try it quickly, we've been simmering it for a full two hours!"

Southern Border: "..." What's a fish doing here? Trying to cook itself?

I must say, the Northern Emperor is truly virtuous.

They couldn't help but look at Yun Weize.

Yun Weize: "..." He felt that he really needed to learn how to make soup and cook!

The Northern Territory: "..." Did the Emperor make pear porridge?

Made for Jiang Xianwan?!

How come he, Long Li, and Jiang Xianwan seem like they've been a family for a long time?

Immediately, everyone looked at Jiang Xianwan.

So, with Jiang Xianwan juggling two relationships, won't the two emperors really start fighting?

However, they will soon find out that these two really can't fight at all.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Even if you're mentally prepared, being stared at like a monkey by so many people makes it awkward to either drink the porridge or not.

She simply handed the spoon to Di Yin, picked up the porridge, and gulped it down in one go.

The six sects then witnessed the following scene.

The Northern Emperor hurriedly took the small cup from her hand, while the Southern Emperor skillfully pulled out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped Jiang Xianwan's mouth.

Six Sects: "..."

Jiang Xianwan calmly finished her porridge, brushed the grass clippings off her skirt, picked up a meat skewer, and got up to leave.

She went to Hua Buxiu's room.

Pushing open the door, she saw a man wearing only underwear and shirtless. The moment he heard her enter, his eyes turned red and he suddenly froze.

Jiang Xianwan didn't look at him; her eyelashes were half-fallen, and she knelt upright.

“If your disciple comes to apologize, Master, you may punish me or expel me from the sect, but I will have no complaints.”

Strangely, Jiang Xianwan's mind went blank, and he didn't think of anything.

Yes, ever since she woke up, her mind has been in a blank state, with a "whatever" attitude, like, "I've already done it, so whatever."

But I have no regrets.

The same thing will happen again.

The stunningly handsome man on the bed clenched his fists, his breathing rapid, and the tips of his ears were red and bleeding.

His wicked disciple, dressed in blue, knelt in the halo of light, his back straight, as if he showed no remorse whatsoever.

He abruptly turned his face away.

Neither the master nor his apprentice looked at the other, nor did they speak.