Neither of them spoke for a while.

After a long while, Shen Yu asked, "Shall we go?"

Jiang Niannian said stubbornly, "I want to hear him tell me in person what his choice is."

She remembered a sentence she had read in Maugham's "The Veil" before she traveled through time.

"Women often think that men are madly in love with them, but it's not really that way."

If Yin Buqi really chooses to take on the mission of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Clan, then she will leave.

Because she had no choice. Even if Yin Buqi chose to keep her by his side, the thought of sharing a husband with other women was unbearable.

Sorry, she can't do that.

She's not that noble.

"Then you continue to wait." Shen Yu's voice was filled with laughter, but Jiang Niannian could hear a hint of coldness in it. "If you catch a cold and die, I won't help you collect your body."

The footsteps behind me gradually faded away.

As the night deepened, the palace was filled with a sumptuous banquet, singing and music, and the sound of stringed instruments could be heard.

Jiang Niannian closed her eyes and felt a sharp pain in her heart.

My whole body is cold, and my heart is cold too.

The wounds that had not yet healed began to hurt.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning against the jade pillar.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the temple dimmed, and the ancient music and the woman's sweet voice stopped abruptly.

The banquet is over.

A burst of fragrant breeze rushed out wrapped in the warmth of the room.

Jiang Niannian felt someone pick her up gently, tenderly and lovingly. He touched her forehead, and then pulled back suddenly as if he had been burned.

But she just felt her head getting heavier and heavier, she was very tired, and she wanted to just sleep forever.

Yin Buqi's heartbeat suddenly stopped. He held her stiffly, his face pale, the red blood in his eyes had not yet faded: "Go find a doctor!"

"Young Master, the old palace mistress is still waiting for you. She has something important to discuss with you."

Yin Buqi suddenly became furious and shouted, "I will go to the old palace mistress myself. I want you to go find a doctor right now, immediately."

The servant knelt down immediately, trembling, and said, "Young Master, the old palace master doesn't have much time left..."

"If anything happens to Nian Nian, I will be buried with her, taking along with me the damn Qingqiu bloodline you mentioned!" Yin Buqi roared angrily, accumulating helplessness, fear and anger in his heart: "Why don't you go quickly!"

"……yes."

After saying that, Yin Buqi started running along the corridor carrying Jiang Niannian in his arms.

He called her anxiously: "Nian Nian... Nian Nian..."

It had been a long time since he had walked such a strenuous journey. He felt that he was almost defeated by every gust of wind along the way. They seemed gentle, but they were so hurtful.

He was scared, he was really scared.

First it was my mother, then my nominal father, and then Yin Ci...

One by one they left him.

However, his thoughts could not die.

You must not die!

Yin Buqi's black robe with gold edges fluttered quickly on the ground like a black cloud.

"Niannian..." His low voice was trembling slightly, his body was shaking as well, his scarlet eyes were constricted, as if what he was holding in his arms was his life, his most precious treasure.

Not far away, Hu Feishuang and her maid stood there, watching the scene quietly.

Hu Feishuang asked, "Is that the woman that the young master brought back with him?"

The maid nodded respectfully: "Yes."

"She's quite good-looking, a real beauty, but it's a pity...tsk tsk." Hu Feishuang's gaze followed Yin Buqi away and she could no longer see him.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, "It's all pitiful. Yin Buqi has broken the girl's heart. It will be difficult to coax her back in the future."

The maid asked: "Goddess, do you mind that the young master left you and has another woman in his heart..."

"I don't care if my future husband is old or ugly. The so-called love is just a show." Hu Feishuang interrupted her: "I am just fulfilling my mission. I am not marrying a certain person, but a return to my ancestral bloodline."

"Goddess, you are a good girl. I hope you can be happy."

"Alas." Hu Feishuang let out a long sigh, and her slender fingers painted with bright red nail polish played with the flowers beside her boredly, "Let's go back. This man is really no good..."

…

On this side, Yin Buqi carried Jiang Niannian back to the warm bedroom, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Jiang Niannian spoke vaguely from the chaos.

She closed her eyes, her face flushed red, and her slightly pale lips were murmuring something.

Yin Buqi leaned over and put his ear close to her lips to listen carefully.

"Nian Nian, what are you talking about?"

Warm breath brushed past his ear, and soft lips unconsciously stroked his earlobe. The tingling sensation made Yin Buqi lose consciousness for a moment, and he wanted to surrender immediately.

"Yin Buqi...Yin Buqi..."

"Yin Buqi...you...bastard...son of a bitch..."

Yin Buqi lowered his head and looked at her face. Her reflection was clearly reflected in his eyes, still as hot as the deep sea.

He stretched out his cool, slender fingers like white jade to brush away the strands of hair from her ears.

The red eyes stared at her intently from the deepest dark shadows, revealing a kind of madness and fierceness that was like a trapped beast.

Yin Buqi lowered his eyebrows and smiled, then kissed her cheek: "Yes, I am a bastard... Nian Nian."

His Nian Nian is so adorable even when he scolds people.

The warm palm on her face was still caressing softly, and the force seemed to contain endless tenderness. Jiang Niannian rubbed it unconsciously, cursed him weakly for more than ten times, and murmured: "Yin Buqi... I'm sad... I don't want you anymore..."

It seems like a sigh.

Yin Buqi seemed to be stimulated all of a sudden. His whole body tensed up and his face turned pale. He was like a trapped beast.

Wasn't the purpose of all he did, to push her away from this disaster star of his?

Now that she said she didn't want him anymore, he should be relieved.

He himself caused this...

But she said she didn't want him anymore.

She doesn't want him anymore...

Yin Buqi buried his face in her neck. He hugged her tightly, and soft tears welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, rubbed them into her hair, and breathed in her fragrance.

Her voice was choked with sobs: "I'm sorry... Nian Nian... I'm sorry..."

Yin Buqi held her cheek and kissed her moist red lips.

His arms tightened around her waist, and her lips exuded the fragrance and softness of grass.

He had longed for it for too long, but it was never enough. He was like a poison greedily sucking the sweet fragrance from her lips.

There was a bursting anxiety suppressed in my heart, burning my internal organs to ashes, and my tense muscles could not help but tremble slightly.

Jiang Niannian hummed: "Don't give up..."

Yin Buqi panted and said, "I'm here."

"Nian Nian, I'm here."

For the last time, he hugged her and kissed her like this for the last time.

He would never bother her again, he wanted her to live a good life.

Never see each other again, may you be safe every year.

Yin Buqi: I will never dwell on you again.

My dears, remember this sentence.

Yin Buqi is about to unlock a new title: Yin Zhenxiang.