Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Similar Eyes Completely Reunited...
The similar eyes overlapped completely, making even the slightest difference all the more obvious.
Shuangmu's eyes remained unblinking for a long time, staring blankly at those empty eyes that seemed to belong to either Xie Baoqiong or him.
He turned his head away with a blank expression, raised his hand to push Xie Baoqiong's face away.
He answered cleverly:
"I don't hate my own face."
Xie Baoqiong dodged Shuang Mu's hand and muttered, "This is my face."
He suddenly sprang up, lunged at Shuangmu, who was looking down, seemingly lost in thought, and reached out with both hands to pinch the latter's cheeks and pull them outward forcefully.
"let go!"
Shuangmu's cheeks were distorted from being pulled, and he uttered two words incoherently.
With his wrists grabbed and pried open, Xie Baoqiong glanced strangely at the marks left on Shuangmu's face. He took the opportunity to use his spiritual power to probe her while he was doing this, but he couldn't find any trace of illusion on Shuangmu.
This is what I look like.
Xie Baoqiong's hand was grabbed, but her body moved even closer, her breath spraying on Shuangmu's face, and she lifted the latter's hair at his temple, revealing his fair ear.
His gaze then took the opportunity to carefully search the area behind the two wood ear mushrooms.
Despite her natural skin tone, Xie Baoqiong still harbored doubts:
"You replaced all the skin on your body?"
"This is my face."
A crisp sound of heads hitting each other rang out, and the two entangled individuals immediately separated, each covering their foreheads.
Why have you been denying it from the beginning?
Xie Baoqiong covered her numb forehead, turned her head, and saw her face was bright red. She wanted to laugh but felt something was wrong, so she spoke stiffly:
"because……"
Xie Baoqiong suddenly stopped, worried that directly pointing things out might ruin Xie Zhuo's plan.
He lowered his hand from his forehead, and then heard Shuangmu's voice, tinged with inexplicable emotion:
"Is it because he doesn't like me? Or is it because you're already here?"
Shuangmu suddenly turned his face to the side, and a twisted wave of emotion surged in his usually empty eyes.
Xie Baoqiong, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, discerned the meaning in Shuangmu's tone and exclaimed in surprise:
"You really think he's your father?"
Shuangmu's voice suddenly rose in pitch:
"Of course he is!"
After saying that, Shuangmu stood there in a daze, then his gaze fell on the strands of hair that Xie Baoqiong had gathered to the side. As if he had grabbed a lifeline, he reached out and snatched them.
Before Xie Baoqiong could make any move, her spiritual power suddenly surged around Shuangmu. A wisp of white smoke, visible only to the two of them, drifted out from her hair, curling and swirling, climbing over the courtyard wall and spiraling into the distance.
The two gazed in the direction the white smoke had drifted away. Shuangmu's face lit up with the excitement of finally being able to prove himself. He spoke in a tone that had regained its composure:
"Shall we go take a look?"
Xie Baoqiong expressionlessly withdrew her gaze from the white smoke drifting towards Xie Zhuo's courtyard, looking at the familiar yet utterly unfamiliar face with confusion:
"What brings you here?"
Shuangmu, however, had no time to pay attention to his question. Her delicate eyebrows, above her empty eyes, furrowed, and she stubbornly steered the conversation toward her own identity:
"You seem very certain?"
Xie Baoqiong nodded frankly: "I have seen the princess's body; her child was never born."
"And what about me? What am I?"
The strands of hair haphazardly tugged at his palms, forming a tangled mess. Wisps of white smoke rose continuously, like mist drifting through a mountain stream, obscuring Shuang Mu's even colder demeanor, making it almost impossible to distinguish the two of them.
Xie Baoqiong naturally couldn't answer Shuangmu's question; he wanted to know more about Shuangmu's background.
The faint sound then penetrated the fog and reached his ears:
"Could you let me have him?"
Shuangmu's empty eyes appeared somewhat misty behind the white smoke.
This earned Xie Baoqiong a look of surprise mixed with a hint of horror.
Shuangmu saw the look in his eyes, paused, and stammered as he explained:
"It will only take a while... I will follow my master's orders to go down the mountain, and I will return to the mountain in a while."
Xie Baoqiong narrowed her eyes, seizing on the loophole in his words: "That's not what you said last time."
Since he needed a favor, Shuangmu softened his tone for the time being: "I have done well in my training after going down the mountain, but the main reason for this trip is to follow my master's orders to sever my worldly ties."
He lifted his eyelids and stared intently at Xie Baoqiong: "Anyway, so many people love you, losing Xie Zhuo won't make a difference." But I had nothing...
To save face, Shuangmu ultimately didn't say the last sentence.
"If you truly came down the mountain to sever worldly ties, then what do you mean by what you said? Wouldn't it be better if you maintained your current unrelated relationship with Xie Zhuo?"
Xie Baoqiong did not completely believe Shuangmu's words and cast a wary glance at him.
"I don't really have any feelings for Xie Zhuo, but seeing how he treats you and seeing your face, it's hard not to have these thoughts that should belong to me."
I should be jealous of you, but…
Shuangmu didn't continue, but instead looked directly into Xie Baoqiong's eyes and said coldly:
"Even if you don't give it to me, I will find a way to get it myself."
"This is something we can't let go of."
...
After Shuangmu left, Xie Baoqiong sat down, stared at the scattered strands of hair for a while, and then picked them up again.
Spiritual energy emanated from his hands, enveloping his hair, and white smoke slowly rose again, drifting into the distance.
Xie Baoqiong's figure disappeared from the spot.
When it reappeared, the surrounding scenery had changed.
White smoke drifted through the roof tiles beneath his feet and into the house.
The sounds from inside the house, filtered through several thin tiles, allowed a few words to reach Xie Baoqiong's ears; he could vaguely make out the name.
Xie Baoqiong stopped her leaping off the roof and instead crouched down, holding her breath to listen to the sounds inside.
The voice inside the room suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a strong sense of disapproval, and clearly reached Xie Baoqiong's ears:
"Father, are you really planning to send Qiong'er away?"
Xie Baoqiong's hand, which was supporting himself on the glazed tile, froze. He hadn't controlled his strength properly, and when he moved his hand away, several cracks appeared on the glazed tile.
The sounds inside the room stopped abruptly, and when they resumed, they became indistinct and muffled again.
Xie Baoqiong was worried that the sound of breaking tiles would attract the attention of the people inside, so she didn't listen any longer and slipped away.
Xie Zhuo seemed to sense something and looked up at the roof. He thought he had just heard something break.
"Father, what are you looking at?"
Xie Rongjing's voice drew his attention back. Xie Zhu shook his head and continued the original topic:
“It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. We’ll be able to see each other again after the matter concerning the princess and Shuangmu is completely resolved. Knowing Xiaobao’s personality, I’m worried that he might get hurt if he gets involved.”
Xie Rongjing also knew about Xie Baoqiong's fight with Shuangmu and knew that Xie Zhuo's words were not wrong, but he could not understand Xie Zhuo's actions:
"But why did Father send Qiong'er into the immortal sect? I could have taken Qiong'er away for a while and taken care of her."
Xie Zhuo paused for a moment, not immediately refuting Xie Rongjing:
"If Xiao Bao were just an ordinary person, this would be a good idea."
"What does it matter whether Qiong'er is human or demon? He is still young and I can take good care of him."
Despite Xie Rongjing's unwavering stance, Xie Zhuo remained tolerant:
"I believe you can take good care of Xiaobao. You came to my side when you were a child and I raised you. I know your character. If Xiaobao were just an ordinary person, I would feel at ease entrusting him to you."
But Xiao Bao is a demon, while you and I are just mortals. A hundred years from now, we'll be nothing more than a handful of dust, and Xiao Bao might still look the same as he does now.
Xie Zhuo stared intently at Xie Rongjing. Xie Rongjing didn't want to let go, and neither did he.
He countered the question posed to the silent person before him, his tone calm and unhurried:
“Jing’er, have you thought about how Xiao Bao will live after you pass away? Even if the Xie family descendants protect him and cherish him like we do, that’s fine. But what if an unfilial descendant comes along and deceives Xiao Bao? What will Xiao Bao do then?”
Joining a sect and learning some skills would be good.
Xie Zhuo went around behind the desk, took out the paper that was under the book, and changed the subject:
"Moreover, most of the sects we've gathered are on good terms with our dynasty. Although they aren't famous sects, they don't force their disciples to sever all worldly ties, and they can occasionally go down the mountain. I've already sent people to buy items that cultivators need, so I can give them to Xiao Bao to protect him. I'll also donate some gold, silver, and spirit stones, so Xiao Bao won't suffer any grievances outside."
Xie Rongjing glanced at the information recorded on the paper and was secretly surprised that Xie Zhuo had considered so many things without saying a word.
He acquiesced to Xie Zhuo's decision, and then heard Xie Zhuo explain his arrangements for him:
“I will buy a house near the sect that Xiao Bao joins. You can stay there for a while until the Shuangmu matter is over.”
Xie Rongjing did want to stay with Xie Baoqiong, but he was worried about Xie Zhuo facing this matter alone.
"Father, I'll stay in the capital with you and we can go pick up Qiong'er together after this is over."
...
"That's how it is. So I plan to go back and meet with Xiaochun first, find his older sister, ask about what happened back then, and then check on the master that Shuangmu mentioned."
Xie Baoqiong followed Qi Gui, avoiding people as they walked through the garden of the Qi residence.
"I will not be in the capital for the time being after tomorrow. You probably won't find me when you come to the Marquis's residence. I will come to find you after I return to the capital."
If the person who established his true form was Xiaochun's elder sister, then the woman in Qiushuang's words should also be Xiaochun's elder sister, and he was bound to make this trip.
Qi Gui abruptly stopped, his doe-like eyes looking somewhat dim, but the words of entreaty he wanted to say rang out completely differently the moment they left his lips:
"Have you told Meng Rui about your plan to leave Beijing?"
Xie Baoqiong turned to the side, looking at the figure behind her. Her emotions were dulled, and she didn't notice anything amiss. Her tone was relaxed:
"Not yet. I haven't figured out how to reveal my identity to him without scaring him. But he's close to my brother, so even if I don't tell him about leaving the capital, he'll find out from my brother anyway."
He stood still, patiently waiting for Qi Gui to catch up with him.
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