Nightmare
Jiang Yingyue drifted off to sleep, and amidst the endless sound of the waves, she felt as if she had returned to the night she was chosen as the sect leader.
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"Why?!" she almost shouted, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs. "Why didn't anyone tell me today was the day to choose the sect leader?! Why me?! Father, look at me! I'm playful, willful, and unruly! What about Senior Sister? Senior Sister Ji has devoted herself to the Bright Moon Sect. Her prestige and her sacrifices are a thousand times, ten thousand times, greater than mine!"
She waved her arms excitedly, pointing towards the door as if Ji Yinglei were standing there: "Thunder Sword! Is it blind?! It was earth-shattering in Senior Sister's hands, but in mine it's like a piece of scrap metal! Why does it 'recognize' me?! What kind of 'recognition' is this?! This is a complete joke!" She pointed to herself, then to the Thunder Sword she had discarded like trash, and tears finally streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Father! Tell me! Why is this happening?!"
Jiang Yingyue's voice echoed in the empty room, filled with desperate accusation. She stared intently into her father's eyes, trying to find a sliver of relenting, an explanation, or even a trace of guilt in those deep, dark eyes.
Jiang Yuan listened quietly to his daughter's outburst, his face expressionless, until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse and broken, leaving only suppressed sobs. Only then did he speak slowly, his voice deep and clear, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Jiang Yingyue's heart:
"Because the Thunder Sword didn't recognize you at all."
Jiang Yingyue's sobs stopped abruptly. She looked up sharply, her pupils dilated with shock, staring at her father in disbelief.
Jiang Yuan met her gaze and continued, his tone carrying an almost cruel calm: "It has no reaction in your hands, not recognition, but complete disregard."
"Then...then why..." Jiang Yingyue's voice trembled uncontrollably, the overwhelming sense of absurdity making her almost unable to stand.
"Why announce it's you?" Jiang Yuan finished the sentence for her. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, deep in his eyes was a heavy weariness that Jiang Yingyue had never seen before, and a cold determination. "Because you are my daughter. No matter what, the master of the Bright Moon Sect must have the surname Jiang."
Every word of those words was cruelly clear. Jiang Yingyue staggered, her back slamming heavily against the cold wall, barely managing to steady her swaying body. She looked at her father; that familiar face now seemed terrifyingly alien. His authority remained, but his weariness deepened, and deep within him lay a cold lust for power she had never perceived, nor dared to imagine.
"But Senior Sister was also raised by you..." Jiang Yingyue couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You clearly saved her back then, so why don't you trust her?"
She never imagined that Jiang Yuan would choose her for that laughable bloodline. Jiang Yingyue had thought he valued Ji Yinglei the most, after all, Ji was her mother's surname. It all seemed so ridiculous. Jiang Yingyue was devastated by this huge change. She didn't want to ask about anything anymore, she just wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Ji Yinglei standing there.
As a flash of lightning illuminated her eyes with a sinister glint that Jiang Yingyue had never seen before, Ji Yinglei stood there without uttering a word, yet Jiang Yingyue was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Why?" These words were squeezed out of her mouth, piercing Jiang Yingyue's heart like needles. Of course, she knew how important the position of sect leader was to Ji Yinglei. At this moment, the intense guilt and unease in her heart bound her tightly to the spot. Looking at Ji Yinglei, who kept pressing her for answers, and Jiang Yuan, who kept urging her from behind, she felt a strong sense of guilt and unease.
The next second, she saw Ji Yinglei stab Jiang Yuan to death.
"No!" Jiang Yingyue screamed and sat up in bed. The familiar swaying cabin, cold sweat still dripping down her back, she gasped for breath, as if she had survived a disaster.
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