Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Even changed clothes? ...
Pei Zichen suppressed his emotions and said this, while pouring his spiritual power into Jiang Zhaoxue's body. He turned around and ran away with her in his arms.
Pei Zichen's spiritual power suppressed the fire poison, giving Jiang Zhaoxue a chance to catch her breath. She immediately struggled with all her might to transmit a message to Shen Yuqing: "Southwest, twenty miles... Kill them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaoxue felt that the spiritual energy around him was completely cut off.
She looked up in surprise and saw Pei Zichen's features, which were particularly indifferent under the moonlight. Noticing her gaze, he glanced at her and said coldly, "Take care of yourself."
As he spoke, his spiritual power poured into her, suppressing the poison in her body that had been triggered by the telepathy he had just transmitted.
As soon as Jiang Zhaoxue entered his arms, he knew what was going on.
Jiang Zhaoxue finally used up too much spiritual power when she forcibly broke through the forbidden magic circle. The spiritual power he left in her body could not suppress the fire poison. She was injured, and the poison she was infected with complemented the fire poison. The fire poison was like fire that ignited dead wood, igniting in an instant, flowing through her limbs and bones, causing huge waves.
He first sent her spiritual power, but just when it was half stabilized, the first thing she did was to send a message to Shen Yuqing!
As soon as she used her spiritual power, the fire poison was immediately aroused to resist. He quickly used his spiritual power to suppress the poison again, and then he became angry. After she finished her instructions, he forcibly blocked the surrounding sound transmission, not allowing Shen Yuqing to leak a single word.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew he was angry, and now she was a little afraid to provoke him, so she explained with a light breath: "This is a serious matter. If I speak too slowly, the person will run away."
"You're afraid of him running away, but you're not afraid of your own fire poison being unable to suppress it." Pei Zichen said coldly, "If something happens to you, there's no point in capturing him."
"But aren't you here?"
Jiang Zhaoxue closed her eyes, feeling his spiritual power flowing continuously around her body. She felt so comfortable that she was a little dazed. She said vaguely, "I only took action because I saw you were here."
After hearing this, Pei Zichen could no longer bring himself to blame anyone.
My heart was filled with both tenderness and hatred. After holding it in for a long time, I finally said, "You really are..."
He couldn't say what was really going on.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't ask any further questions.
She leaned against him, feeling as if she was floating in the clouds, dazed.
Pei Zichen knew that she was unable to respond, and was also worried about her injuries. After he estimated that she was only suffering from fire poison and external injuries, he felt relieved. However, he still used the Yuanluo bow to split the space all the way and quickly rushed to the city.
In less than a moment, they arrived in the city. He quickly entered an inn, threw a spirit stone to the innkeeper, and ran straight to the upper room with Jiang Zhaoxue in his arms.
As soon as the door opened, Pei Zichen put her on the bed and reached out to tear Jiang Zhaoxue's clothes.
Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly woke up and was so shocked that he subconsciously stopped him.
Pei Zichen paused and looked up at her.
As the two looked at each other, Jiang Zhaoxue's heart beat rapidly.
She suddenly remembered that her wound was caused by the Heart Contract. It was a sword wound, but her clothes were stained with blood. Pei Zichen might not have noticed it because he was in a hurry on the way, but if he were to tear her clothes now, he would probably immediately notice that her clothes were intact.
She couldn't explain why she was injured, and as for the matter of the heart-to-heart contract, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew immediately that she couldn't let Pei Zichen do it, so she quickly said, "I'll change my clothes myself, you leave first."
Pei Zichen stared at her sharply. Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little guilty when he looked at her. She covered her wound and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"It's okay. If Master's wife doesn't have enough strength, you can use this dagger."
Pei Zichen stood up and handed over a light dagger.
Jiang Zhaoxue took the dagger and watched Pei Zichen lower the bed curtain.
Jiang Zhaoxue breathed a sigh of relief, gasped, let go of the wound, and cut open his clothes with a dagger.
This dagger was extremely light. With Pei Zichen's sword intent, it could cut through iron like mud. It could cut through clothes with just a light touch, without any effort at all.
Jiang Zhaoxue cut open the wound, and thought that a sword cultivator like Pei Zichen was too sensitive, so he tore the clothes on his entire abdomen, trying to make it look as if there was no damage to the clothes.
Pei Zichen listened quietly as she tore her clothes, and finally had time to think about the anomalies that had occurred along the way.
Jiang Zhaoxue's injuries had not yet healed, and the marriage rope in his hand was still warm. He could even clearly feel the pull of the marriage rope, proving that the person on the other end of the marriage rope was indeed Jiang Zhaoxue.
But a person can only have one marriage rope in his hand. Jiang Zhaoxue and Shen Yuqing's marriage rope is still there. How could Jiang Zhaoxue really have his marriage rope?
And, if there is, why is it not seen?
Is there something wrong with the marriage rope, which would pull and give an alarm even if it was only a section, or is Jiang Zhaoxue deliberately hiding it?
If Jiang Zhaoxue was hiding it on purpose, and she came out of the illusion and didn't remember anything, and there was an extra rope of marriage, would she just ignore it?
Besides, what was she hiding from just now?
Her previous personality, before they had ever been husband and wife in the fantasy world, was uninhibited and unrestrained. She never refused when he dressed her, because in her heart, he was just a child.
But now that she was seriously injured, she actually talked about the strict rules between men and women?
If the doubt has not started, it would not be unusual, but once the expected answer is found, it is like a fire burning in a barren field, with signs everywhere.
He didn't know if he wanted the answer too much, or if it was really the answer, but he always felt that everything was pointing to—
Jiang Zhaoxue remembered.
Jiang Zhaoxue remembers everything in the illusion.
But why did she remember?
The illusion of the Lingxu fan must be remembered by the owner of the Lingxu fan. How could Jiang Zhaoxue have it?
Because they have a life-serving contract?
But if Jiang Zhaoxue had this memory...
Then she knew everything.
She knew everything, yet she could still watch his heart-wrenching confession with indifference, and then she told him lightly, "Everyone has their end, and the strings of a piano have their breaks." She smiled and asked him if he was married to Qian Sisi, and told him that he was still young and had no right to comment on the affairs between Shen Yuqing and her, and said that if he had no memory, his lover would no longer exist.
But she clearly remembered it.
She remembered those four years, every lie she had said to him, all his affection, and she should have been sober even on that New Year's Eve.
Because she was sober, she could deliberately hide her past memories, so when he entered... she could deliberately leave her and Shen Yuqing's past for him to "watch" clearly.
That was her silent rejection and silent humiliation.
He didn't want to blame her before everything was settled. After all, it was possible that there was just something wrong with the marriage.
But his intuition made him think directly——
How could she do this?
How could he treat her so sincerely for four years and yet still trample on her so cruelly, stabbing her in the most painful spot again and again, just for... Shen Yuqing?
I was afraid that he would pester me, and afraid that his existence would cause Shen Yuqing to misunderstand and dislike me. If that was the case, why did I start in the illusion?
Resentment rose in his heart. He listened to Jiang Zhaoxue's rustling voice inside. After waiting for a long time, Jiang Zhaoxue finally spoke: "Okay."
After hearing this, he calmed down. Everything was still uncertain, and Jiang Zhaoxue's injury was more important.
Jiang Zhaoxue listened to him walking towards her, then lay down flat, pulled the quilt over her upper body, leaving only her bloody abdomen exposed.
Pei Zichen walked to the bed and as soon as he opened the lid, his eyes fell on the bloody wound on Jiang Zhaoxue's abdomen. Pei Zichen's pupils shrank sharply and he froze in fear.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up, feeling a little guilty, and quickly said, "Don't worry, it just looks scary, but it's actually nothing."
Pei Zichen was speechless after hearing what she said.
It took him a long time to recover from the shock and pain. He was afraid that speaking would be impolite, so he could only suppress his emotions, sit down, and take out the medicine box from his Qiankun bag.
Sword cultivators like them are often injured, and dealing with external injuries is commonplace for them. However, when he saw Jiang Zhaoxue's wound, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Jiang Zhaoxue was nervous. He pulled out the suppository twice but failed. He couldn't help but ask, "How about I do it?"
“No need.”
Pei Zichen finally calmed down after listening to her words. After pulling out the medicine plug, he began to treat her wound.
He had already sealed the pain in her wound when he hugged her, and transmitted spiritual power all the way. Jiang Zhaoxue felt much better, and she didn't feel any pain while he was treating her wound.
She looked at the bed curtain quietly, not daring to say anything.
Pei Zichen paused for a long time before finally speaking. His calm voice was tinged with hoarseness and anger: "Why are you injured like this?"
"Oh," Jiang Zhaoxue knew he would ask this, and began to speak half-truthfully, "They captured your junior sister and ambushed us with the Jueqi Formation. Your master and I were caught off guard..."
"Master can't take care of both ends, right?"
Pei Zichen spoke decisively, relying on his observations over the past few days, and suppressed his anger as he said, "In Master's mind, Master's Wife is an elder, and she is also a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, so she has the ability to protect herself. Junior Sister is weak and sickly, and has a gentle personality, so he always has to take care of Junior Sister more at critical moments."
As he spoke, his tone couldn't help but quicken, as if he had been harboring resentment for a long time: "He can't take care of both sides, but he wants to have the best of both worlds and won't let go. He wants to take advantage of everything good in the world, using your safety to satisfy his own selfish desires..."
Pei Zichen's voice suddenly stopped as he spoke.
A gentleman does not talk about other people's right and wrong. It is already inappropriate for him to say so much.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him quietly, and seeing that he seemed to have been holding back for a long time, she finally said, "Let's break up."
"This is just an accident..."
“Are accidents not injuries?”
Pei Zichen interrupted her.
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. She looked up at him and saw that Pei Zichen had completely lost control of himself. His eyes were filled with hidden pain. He scolded, "He is your husband. Doesn't it hurt that he has gone to save Mu Jinyue time and time again? Doesn't it hurt that he and Mu Jinyue are entangled?! No matter what the reason is, no matter what the righteousness is, it is a fact that he gave up on you! There is no point in your persistence! If you insist on staying, if you insist on being with him, I can only commit a crime for you..."
"No need, no need!"
Jiang Zhaoxue sat up when she heard it, quickly raised her hand to help him calm down, and said soothingly: "Separate, I will separate soon, just wait a little longer."
"wait?"
Pei Zichen was incredulous: "What am I waiting for? Until when?"
"God-Slaying Sword!" Jiang Zhaoxue thought about the bloodstain on his hand that had already disappeared today. He was full of hope for the future and actively analyzed the pros and cons with him. "We still have one piece of the Tracing Light Mirror left. It was born with the God-Slaying Sword. If we want to go back, we must get the Tracing Light Mirror, and also the God-Slaying Sword. This is a must-have for your master, so now we are either enemies or friends with him. We are inseparable. Instead of being enemies..."
"How about being friends?" Pei Zichen understood what Jiang Zhaoxue meant.
Jiang Zhaoxue nodded immediately: "Business!"
Pei Zichen laughed and continued, "Then you gave him a chance, letting him choose again and again. He got hurt again and again, was disappointed again and again, and finally left with nowhere else to go, right?"
These words froze Jiang Zhaoxue. Pei Zichen looked at her, as if he could see into the depths of her soul. He felt a mixture of pain and pity, and couldn't help but say, "Do you know what you're doing? Master's Wife, you appear to be rational, decisive, and intelligent, but you're actually the softest and most paranoid! Love should be complete, and letting go should be clean. You know he's a mess, yet you still harbor delusion. You know there are thousands of ways to leave, yet you choose the most painful one, waiting until the pain is so severe that you can no longer hold on..."
“That’s enough!”
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't stand listening to him anymore. She shouted, interrupting him, "I tried to coax you into submission, but you insisted on listening to me scold you. It's not your place as a disciple to comment on my affairs. How can you say you know me well? Putting aside the nonsense you're talking about, even if it's true," Jiang Zhaoxue paused, "what does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
Hearing this word, Pei Zichen couldn't help but laugh.
He looked at the person in front of him, knowing that he shouldn't argue with her at this moment, but he couldn't help himself. He raised his hand, revealing the still-glimmering marriage rope: "Do you know what this is?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was shocked when she saw the flashing marriage rope.
She had never thought that the marriage rope tied in the illusion would actually serve as a warning to her fellow Taoists.
Her face remained expressionless, pretending to be calm: "Marriage rope."
"Whose?" Pei Zichen asked.
Jiang Zhaoxue pushed out all her emotions, as if it had nothing to do with her, and said calmly, "Yours."
"Whose is it with me?"
"have no idea."
"You don't know why you don't ask?" Pei Zichen immediately asked back, "You and I just emerged from the illusion, and I have an extra marriage rope. Aren't you surprised? Don't you want to know what happened to me in the illusion?"
"Everyone has their own destiny. Your affairs have nothing to do with me."
"But when you were hurt, my marriage rope lit up!"
Seeing that she still refused to acknowledge him, Pei Zichen couldn't help but get excited. He grabbed her hand and said coldly, "I feel like the other end of it is right here! It's clearly here, but I can't see it. Why do you think that is?"
“Because it doesn’t exist.”
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at him and asked calmly, "How could there be a bond between you and me?"
Pei Zichen didn't say anything. He held her hand with force, but was afraid of hurting her so he limited the force to himself.
He stared at her for a long time before he said with certainty: "Because you remember."
Jiang Zhaoxue froze, and Pei Zichen said firmly: "You remember what happened in the illusion, so you deliberately hid the marriage rope. You were afraid that I would find out, and you were afraid to admit that there was a time between you and me..."
"presumptuous!"
Jiang Zhaoxue was shocked at what he was about to say, and shouted hurriedly: "Who are you? Who am I? Kneel down!"
Pei Zichen didn't say anything, but his eyes were already clear.
After a long moment, he held her hand and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you think what I'm about to say involves our identities..."
“Kneel down!”
Jiang Zhaoxue was furious for a moment, and the pressure of the fusion stage came instantly. Pei Zichen subconsciously wanted to resist, but at that moment he suddenly saw blood in Jiang Zhaoxue's abdomen.
But after a moment's hesitation, he was forced to his knees by Jiang Zhaoxue's pressure, but he still held her hand tightly and refused to let go.
"open."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke coldly, using her spiritual power to force him to let go.
Pei Zichen refused to let go, but as soon as he insisted, blood oozed out of Jiang Zhaoxue's abdomen and flowed out through his fingers. He looked at the blood that was squeezed out due to her use of spiritual power, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and let go little by little.
But he was unwilling to give in, and he couldn't help but ask with difficulty: "You are bullying me like this?"
"Yes," Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes to look at him and said firmly, "That's how I bully you. You can blame me or hate me as you like."
Pei Zichen listened in disbelief: "Jiang Zhaoxue..."
"Madam or Master's Wife," Jiang Zhaoxue reminded him, "You are not allowed to call me by my given name."
Pei Zichen was speechless. He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He knew exactly what she meant.
She remembered, but she denied it. This was her choice.
But since you don't admit it, why not untie this rope of marriage, make it clear and have nothing to do with each other anymore?
But he didn't dare ask.
At that moment, he even felt that this was her tolerance.
Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Zhaoxue knew that he had given in, and her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down a little. However, looking at the person kneeling upright on the ground, she felt inexplicably sad.
She didn't dare to look any further, turned her head, and said softly, "I don't know what you misunderstood, but remember, even if I'm not your master's wife, I'm still the True Martial Sovereign of Penglai. It's impossible for me to marry a disciple, nor would I have any other intentions towards a junior. Remember your identity in the future, and don't act rashly."
"So I am just a junior in your heart?" Pei Zichen found her words a little funny.
Jiang Zhaoxue said without hesitation: "Yes."
"Master's wife," Pei Zichen looked up at her, "there's no way she could possibly have any other intentions towards me, right?"
"nature."
Pei Zichen didn't say anything. He stared at the person sitting high up and laughed at her for being able to say anything.
After a long silence, he spoke softly, "The poison in Master's wife's body is from the withered spirit grass. The simplest way is for me to use my spiritual power to force the poison to the wound and suck it out for her. I was worried that she would overthink it, but now it seems that won't happen."
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard this, she looked up at him and saw that Pei Zichen's eyes were filled with mockery, as if he saw through her pretense.
"No illness is too serious to be treated with a doctor," Jiang Zhaoxue saw through his thoughts, smiled, and said angrily, "Don't worry, I won't think too much about it."
"Then please allow me to stand up," Pei Zichen said respectfully, "to heal Master's wife's injuries."
Jiang Zhaoxue responded and turned to look to the side.
Pei Zichen stood up and stopped in front of her.
His figure blocked her way, his shadow as still as a wall and his aura as heavy as a mountain.
A unique masculine scent hit her face, and Jiang Zhaoxue felt inexplicably nervous. She clenched the fan in her hand, turned away and said nothing.
Pei Zichen lowered his eyes and saw the person in front of him looking away from him, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if falling on his heart.
He softened his heart for a moment, sighed, bent down slightly, and raised his hand to hold her shoulder. Jiang Zhaoxue's body stiffened, and then she heard his gentle tone: "Lie down first."
Jiang Zhaoxue followed his hand and lay down on the bed. Seeing him leaning over her, she stared straight up at the top of the bed curtains, pretending to be calm: "Come on!"
Pei Zichen was almost amused by her fearless attitude. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand to cover her wound and gently reminded her, "Master's wife just said that I am just a junior and won't think too much about it."
"Yes, I did."
"But Master's Wife, do you know?" Pei Zichen stared at her as warm spiritual energy slowly flowed in from the wound. "If a person gets used to something, they will never forget it. It's engraved in their bones, and they will remember it at the slightest provocation."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes and glared at him, deliberately angering him: "You are not anxious, but I am. Your master is still waiting for me."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen's expression turned a little colder: "I understand."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently kissed the wound on her lower abdomen.
His body temperature was usually lower than that of an ordinary person. The moment his cold lips touched her lower abdomen, Jiang Zhaoxue jumped in surprise. Pei Zichen pressed her down on his knees, as if he had expected it, and softly ordered, "Master's Wife, don't move."
Jiang Zhaoxue's muscles tensed, afraid of appearing cowardly, and he dared not move.
Pei Zichen reached out and climbed onto her hand, interlocking their fingers. Then she felt his spiritual power penetrate into her body like a snake, carrying his emotions as it rampaged through her body.
The more intense the emotion, the more intense the passion/desire.
As soon as his spiritual power came in, Jiang Zhaoxue's breathing became disordered.
She had never experienced such complex and intense emotions from him: bitterness, anger, sadness, pity...
The emotions intertwined, magnifying her senses infinitely.
She clearly felt the spiritual power forcing the poison all the way to the wound in her lower abdomen, and Pei Zichen's cold and soft lips were pressed against the wound, gently sucking her blood.
His sucking was gentle and familiar. Almost the moment he touched her, her mind instantly flashed back to the countless times he had kissed her at this spot.
When he sucked out the black blood for the first time, she remembered that he once kissed her here and asked her if they would have a child in the future.
When he sucked the blood for the second time, she remembered that he once asked her to sit on the desk and slide down from here...
Every kiss would stir up countless quiet memories, and her breathing would become disordered.
But she couldn't speak, couldn't think too much, and just tried her best to suppress all the random thoughts, looking at the bed curtains, listening to the sounds of people playing outside, and desperately reciting all the scriptures she had learned, trying to keep herself calm at all times, and always be as open-minded as when they first met, just using each other, just walking together.
But Pei Zichen refused.
He is like a demon that leads people to decadence. He is dressed in the skin of the Son of God, but his bones are full of meanness and debauchery.
He dragged her hard and forcefully, and would not stop until he dragged her into the sea of desire and love.
Pain and desire alternate with each other, and the spring tide surges endlessly.
His spiritual power teased her crazily, and with each mouthful of blood-sucking contact between his lips and belly, he forced her to surrender.
Jiang Zhaoxue unconsciously clenched the bed sheet, pain and numbness shooting up from her tailbone. At this moment, he wanted to hold her waist, as if holding a treasure, and kissed her repeatedly, reminding her: "It's too tight, the blood can't flow out."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to make a sound and tried hard to relax her muscles. She felt like Pei Zichen was about to drive her crazy, but her face remained calm.
Pei Zichen looked up at her. He had already lost control, relying only on his pride to hold on.
But she always seemed to be sitting on a lotus platform, looking down at him as he used up all kinds of tricks, but none of them could move her heart.
He felt unwilling but helpless.
He could only secretly use all possible means to beg her to be more moved and emotional.
The veil flutters lightly, the breeze blows, the sky is full of stars and moons on the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the lights in the room are flickering.
He could hear her disordered breathing amid the chirping of cicadas, and felt her uncontrollable strength as their fingers intertwined.
After sucking and spitting out black blood again and again, the wound finally showed bright red blood, and then slowly healed under his repeated kisses.
When the wound was completely healed, he kissed her skin completely. He couldn't help but slide down, and then he heard Jiang Zhaoxue's hoarse voice: "Are you okay?"
Pei Zichen paused, held his breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him with clear and moist eyes.
She lay on the bed, her clothes spread out, revealing her beautiful collarbone and a deep valley on half of her face.
Their clothes were like a lake of varying depths, interwoven with the color of blood. She rolled in the water, her breath ragged and her face flushed, but her eyes were remarkably clear. She simply asked him, "Is your injury healed?"
Hearing this, Pei Zichen felt a pang of sadness.
He only felt a layer of thin paper between them. It was obviously as thin as a cicada's wing, but she insisted on sitting behind the thin paper, leaving only her silhouette outlined on the paper, tempting him and warning him at the same time.
But what can he do?
What can I do?
He looked at the man in front of him who looked like glass and yet was as hard as black iron. He finally admitted defeat and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright."
He said with a wry smile: "You win."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything, just stared at him.
She felt so uncomfortable that she didn't want to say a word to the culprit.
Seeing that she was unhappy, Pei Zichen didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore. He stood up and walked away, then helped her get up, took out clothes from his Qiankun bag, changed her clothes, and re-combed her hair.
Jiang Zhaoxue was still angry and didn't say anything. After she was dressed, Pei Zichen tied the cloak on her.
When he was tying his cloak, he saw that Jiang Zhaoxue was still sulking. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered softly, "Tonight is your fault. I won't be angry with Master's wife anymore, but please, Master's wife..."
Pei Zichen paused for a long moment before saying bitterly, "Take care of yourself and don't get hurt again."
Jiang Zhaoxue remained silent, his body frozen.
Pei Zichen stood beside her, turned his head and looked out the window. After thinking for a moment, he said softly, "Master's Wife, you originally wanted to go see the Magpie Bridge tonight, right?"
She deliberately sent him away and insisted on going out with Shen Yuqing.
Even if he was ambushed in the end, he probably still had this wish in his heart.
Jiang Zhaoxue ignored him.
Pei Zichen thought for a moment and said, "Shall I take you there?"
"There's more to come..."
"Only a moment."
Pei Zichen pulled her over, and before Jiang Zhaoxue could react, he drew his sword and dragged her forward. The two of them instantly appeared on the river bank where he had been waiting for a long time.
It was the busiest time of the day, with people coming and going. They appeared suddenly and no one else noticed.
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, then realized what he had done. She couldn't help but frown and turned around hurriedly: "You are sick!"
As she spoke, she hurried forward, but after only a few steps, she heard the gentle and steady voice of the young man behind her: "Master's Wife."
Jiang Zhaoxue looked back impatiently.
At that moment, a golden spirit bird suddenly sang in the sky, and then hundreds of glowing golden birds quickly gathered together, and quickly formed a bridge in the air amid the cheers of the crowd.
Thousands of spirit birds illuminated the sky, making it as bright as day. Pei Zichen stood beneath the light, quietly looking at her. His eyes were bitter, but he smiled as he said, "I know I'm not Master, but... the beauty is the same. You can't be unable to see anything just because he's not here."
Jiang Zhaoxue said nothing.
Amid the excited cheers of the crowd, she looked at the tall, gentle young man in front of her and felt her heartbeat speeding up slowly and heavily.
She wanted to say something for a moment.
She wanted to say that the person she had agreed to meet at midnight was him. If nothing unexpected happened, she would be back here before midnight tonight.
She might have harbored some desire to completely sever ties with Shen Yuqing, but that didn't matter. From the day she jumped off the cliff, this man's death had already been sealed. Now she was just hammering nail after nail into the coffin, sealing him in place.
But everything happens before you speak.
The moment she spoke, a hoarse voice filled with disappointment came from the side: "Axue."
Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen subconsciously looked back and saw Shen Yuqing standing not far away, looking at them coldly.
He was still wearing the clothes he wore when they parted, and there was blood on his clothes, so he put on a black cloak to cover it.
The black robe concealed the initial air of elegance and leisure, and instead added a bit of chilliness. He looked at the two people who appeared on the river bank where only lovers came, without saying a word.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew something was wrong. Pei Zichen had forcibly taken her away, and now she was appearing in this kind of occasion where only lovers would appear, which was somewhat inappropriate.
But Shen Yuqing didn't say anything, so she didn't plan to explain.
The three parties stood in a standoff for a long time. Shen Yuqing finally spoke first, saying calmly, "After you left just now, my marriage rope kept giving me warnings. I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I looked everywhere for you for a while."
As he spoke, he walked in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, who stared at him vigilantly. Pei Zichen also quietly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, making sure to strike just before Shen Yuqing drew his sword.
However, Shen Yuqing seemed to have no intention of pursuing anything. He simply walked up to Jiang Zhaoxue, his eyes already boiling like boiling water, but he suppressed them firmly and said with certainty, "Your injuries are healed."
As he spoke, his eyes dropped down and saw the clothes that Jiang Zhaoxue had changed into. These clothes were made of exactly the same fabric as the ones Pei Zichen was wearing. He couldn't help but clench his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his face remained expressionless.
He just looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes and asked softly, "Have you even changed your clothes?"
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The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Shen Yuqing: "You even changed your clothes?"
Pei Zichen: "Yes, I changed it to this color on purpose."
Shen Yuqing: "The quality is very good."
Pei Zichen: “…”
Shen Yuqing: "I'm old, I can keep my composure."
【Small Theater 2】
Anan: "Why do you always bully Pei Zichen?"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "You should be wondering why I only bully Pei Zichen?"
Anan: "...How old are you? Pulling the pigtails of someone you like shouldn't be done after elementary school, right?"
Pei Zichen (putting his hair into Jiang Zhaoxue's hands): "It's okay. As long as my lady likes it, you can bully me in any way you want." (bending slightly, whispering in Jiang Zhaoxue's ear): "If you like, you can pull harder."
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