Chapter 19: Completely Heartbroken As a friend, I wish Brother Chen and Sister-in-law...
Shen Wenji revealed his plan to Yan Xu.
"What? You want to find someone to impersonate the leader of the Hehuan Sect?" Yan Xu took a breath, "This... this is too risky."
"Don't worry, I know what to do." Shen Wenji's expression was firm, and his fingertips tapped lightly, "I'm going to find Second Senior Sister. We have a deep friendship since childhood, and she will definitely help me."
She paused for a moment, revealing a hint of helplessness in her smile. "It's just that... Second Senior Sister eloped with her lover. I'm afraid I'll need you to find her whereabouts for me."
Yan Xu frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Elope? Even the previous leader of the Hehuan Sect couldn't find him? If such a large sect is helpless, my chances of finding him are slim."
"Mother," Shen Wenji chuckled and shook his head, a hint of understanding in his eyes, "is just a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She has never truly blamed Senior Sister, nor has she ever wanted to capture her. Otherwise, how could the position of Sect Leader have fallen to me?"
As Shen Wenji expected, the whereabouts of Second Senior Sister Jiang Xuemian were very easy to find, and they had not even left the city.
Shen Wenji visited the second senior sister first. After a brief reunion, she pulled Jiang Xuemian into the carriage and prepared to explain her plan in detail.
Inside the carriage, Jiang Xuemian looked at the heroic junior sister in men's clothing in front of him, his eyes filled with emotion: "I never thought that in the blink of an eye, our little Wen Ji would become the young master."
"Why? Second Senior Sister, do you regret it?" Chen Wenji raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a somewhat mischievous smile, "How about I give this seat to you?"
"No, no." Jiang Xuemian waved her hands repeatedly. She smiled sweetly, overflowing with happiness: "Chen Lang and I are living a good life now. The position of Hehuan Sect Master is really not my honor."
Although Shen Wenji didn't understand why she was willing to give up her position as the clan leader for a man, everyone has their own aspirations, so she didn't say much and didn't try to persuade her.
He simply took Jiang Xuemian's hand and said earnestly, "Senior Sister, I can't reveal my true identity right now. There are people with ulterior motives who are relentlessly pursuing my origins. Therefore... I would like to ask you to temporarily assume the title of Hehuan Sect Master. I owe you a favor for this. If you need anything in the future, I will do it for you at all costs. If you really need any help, please tell me directly. Don't worry about me. I will find another way."
Jiang Xuemian held her tightly with his backhand and scolded her, "Little Wenji, you are saying these strange words again! Between you and me, is it necessary to be so polite and formal for such a trivial matter? I am just getting married, not breaking off my relationship with you. If you really want..."
Her eyes flickered with a hint of pleading, "I only hope you can cover up for me a little more in front of the former Sect Master. It is wrong to escape the sect without permission. Master has not punished me, and I am deeply grateful."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister," Shen Wenji agreed solemnly, "Mother is definitely not angry. Once this matter is settled, we will go back to see her together."
The two hadn't seen each other for a long time and had endless personal conversations. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the place she had designed in advance.
Shen Wenji calculated the time well, and when he caught a glimpse of Xie Yunqing's figure from the corner of his eye, he immediately helped Jiang Xuemian get off the carriage.
As expected, everything happened as she expected. When she first received the news that Xie Yunqing was about to rush to the Hehuan Sect, she had no time to intercept him because of the speed at which he flew on his sword.
So, in her capacity as the leader of the Hehuan Sect, she sent a message to someone: If you want to meet the leader, you must go to the old tea shop in Beijing and buy their signature tea cakes as a gift.
In important areas of the capital, near the imperial city, the laws are strict and the use of spiritual power and true energy is strictly prohibited without special permission.
This means that no matter how high Xie Yunqing's cultivation level is, once he arrives here, he can only walk.
At this moment, Xie Yunqing was standing in front of the old shop, waiting in line to get the tea cake.
Shen Wenji held Jiang Xuemian's arm affectionately, talking and laughing as they passed by him. She didn't look away, as if she was completely unaware of the tall, cold man standing by the road.
Shen Wenji was certain that Xie Yunqing would call her or simply hold her back.
The two men's pace was not fast, it could even be said to be slow, but they continued until they had completely passed Xie Yunqing.
He just stared at the two figures coldly with a dark and unclear gaze, without saying a word.
This shouldn't be the case. Shen Wenji's heart skipped a beat. Why didn't Xie Yunqing play by the rules today? She didn't dare to stop, otherwise her intentions would be too obvious and her plan might be ruined.
The virtuous and kind-hearted senior sister beside him sensed the strange atmosphere between the two and the signs of a change of plans. She glanced at Xie Yunqing, who was in a depressed mood, and her beautiful eyes moved slightly.
Immediately, Jiang Xuemian paused, wrapped her slender arms around Shen Wenji's forearm, and began to act coquettishly in a soft voice: "Husband, I want to make a new dress, why don't we go to the cloth shop in front and have a look?" Her voice was so sweet that honey could drip out.
Shen Wenji was startled at first, but then he understood and responded lovingly: "Okay, okay, my lady, pick whichever one you like. Pick a few more and I'll give you whatever you like."
The word "husband" was like a needle quenched with ice, suddenly piercing Xie Yunqing's ears. His brows suddenly furrowed, and the knuckles of his hand gripping the sword turned pale blue from the force applied.
No wonder he didn't reply to his letters; it turns out he was being affectionate with his lovely wife. He said he wanted to give me a gift, but mistakenly gave me the red bean cakes that were made with medicine. Then he turned around and was very generous to others, letting them pick whatever they wanted.
"Heh." Xie Yunqing sneered, his face hard and his eyes a little colder. With a heavy sense of oppression, he stared at Shen Wenji's back.
After a while, he suddenly turned his head away, as if looking at it any longer would be too irritating.
Shen Wenji frantically winked at Jiang Xuemian, silently asking her for help.
Jiang Xuemian had no choice but to take another strong dose of medicine.
She feigned shyness, her delicate hands gently caressing her flat belly, her voice so gentle it could drip with water: "It's just right... I can pick out some good fabric for our child. I want to sew him a pair of tiger-head shoes myself."
"Child...?" Shen Wenji nearly bit off her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly and asked silently with her mouth: "Senior Sister! Are you really pregnant?"
Jiang Xuemian smiled and nodded slightly: "Well, it's not even a month yet."
"That's great! I..." Before Shen Wenji could finish his surprised words, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
A familiar force came, with irresistible strength.
A hint of triumphant smile flashed across Shen Wenji's eyes, and then quickly replaced with an ignorant expression, looking upwards along the bony and powerful palm.
It was colliding with Xie Yunqing's dark eyes, which were bottomless and filled with complex emotions.
"Hahaha, what a coincidence." Shen Wenji forced himself to remain calm and forced out a surprised smile.
Xie Yunqing's brows were lowered, his face covered with a layer of frost, his eyes were as sharp as knives, fixed on her face, as if he wanted to carve every inch of her expression into his eyes.
"Unfortunately, I have something to talk to you about." His voice was low and hoarse, with a suppressed coldness.
When his cold gaze swept over Jiang Xuemian's gently caressed belly, he softened a little, and tried to keep his tone calm, but he still couldn't hide the hostility seeping from his bones: "Sister-in-law, I want to talk to Brother Shen for a moment."
"Sister-in-law...sister-in-law?" Shen Wenji was choked by the name and started coughing violently, his cheeks instantly flushed.
Jiang Xuemian's heart was secretly beating fast in the face of Xie Yunqing's overwhelming momentum. Her intuition told her that this man was definitely not a good person. Junior Sister, this drama... must not go too far.
She forced a distant and gentle smile: "You guys are welcome to do whatever you want, I'm going to go shopping at the Cloth Shop first."
After Jiang Xuemian walked away, Xie Yunqing looked at her calmly. His eyes were terrifyingly calm, and his voice was inexpressible. "When did you get married? I didn't even know."
Shen Wenji was vague: "It's not really a marriage..."
There was an eerie silence.
Xie Yunqing slowly approached her, leaning over to stare into her eyes. A cold aura lingered around her, adding a bit of oppression: "The red mark on your collarbone was caused by her."
"Yeah." Shen Wenji's throat moved slightly and he responded casually.
He secretly complained in his heart, why didn't he ask the key questions? For example, where did the Hehuan Sect pills come from? He was always nagging at these trivial details.
"Didn't you say before that it happened while drinking heavily in Zuihua Tower? Ha, Brother Chen is so lucky." Xie Yunqing stood up straight and looked down at her: "The dancer in Zuihua Tower, sister-in-law, Lu Ding, I..." He paused.
The pair of eyes that were naturally cold were lazily raised, and the sharp gaze swept across Shen Wenji's face. Every word he spoke was filled with chilling coldness: "I wonder how many people Brother Shen will get entangled with."
Shen Wenji almost bit off the root of her tongue. Why did she agree without thinking just now?
This guy didn't know what he had misunderstood, but he actually dragged himself into this with so many unrelated people, as if she was a playboy who was promiscuous.
Unable to argue for a moment, Shen Wenji pretended to be dumb and said, "What's the dispute? We are all friends."
The wind blowing everywhere is cool.
His voice was low and hoarse, mixed with the coolness of the wind, and he sounded like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.
"Am I also the friend you mentioned?"
Shen Wenji didn't dare to move, his mind in a state of confusion. She had clearly been the one setting up the situation, but how come she was the one being interrogated and left speechless and panicked in the end? Wasn't this trend wrong?
She raised her eyes in panic, trying to guess the answer from Xie Yunqing's murky expression.
The shadow cast by the eaves made his deep facial features look even colder and harder, and there was a thick, insoluble ink color surging in his eyes. His gaze, which seemed to have substance, was glued to her slightly open lips.
Shen Wenji's heart trembled, and he was speechless for a long time before he uttered: "We have always been friends."
Xie Yunqing suddenly lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes concealed all emotions.
He repeated in a low voice, almost whispering: "Friend..."
Then he nodded, and his tall figure cast a lonely and desolate long shadow in the setting sun.
A forced smile appeared on his thin lips: “Okay, then as a friend, I wish Brother Shen and Sister-in-law to be together forever.”
The atmosphere was becoming increasingly strange and heavy, but the main topic was still not introduced.
Shen Wenji had no choice but to speak up: "Second Master..." Her voice suddenly faltered, and she almost let the cat out of the bag because of the address. After a pause, she continued: "Your sister-in-law is the newly succeeded leader of the Hehuan Sect. I took the red bean cake from her by mistake yesterday. She is very sorry and asked me to compensate you."
Before Xie Yunqing could speak, she continued, "I'm going shopping with your sister-in-law today, so it's not convenient for me to meet guests. How about you..."
Xie Yunqing understood the intention of driving customers away. He handed the tea cake he had queued for to Shen Wenji and said slowly, "I bought two flavors of tea cakes. In addition to the one the messenger mentioned, I also bought a scented tea, which is what you like. I've bought everything, you can take it and drink it."
The moment she took the tea bag, Shen Wenji felt very uncomfortable. She thought it might be because of the guilt of lying.
Seeing Xie Yunqing turning to leave, he blurted out almost subconsciously: "Xie Yunqing!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing away the impulsive impulse. Thousands of words came to my lips, but in the end they turned into silent sighs and were swallowed back.
She forced a smile and said as planned, "She's not in good health. If you need to discuss important matters with the Hehuan Sect in the future, just come to me directly."
Xie Yunqing didn't look back, but just turned his back and waved casually to indicate that he heard it.
Unable to describe the specific feeling, Xie Yunqing just felt a little stuffy in his chest, as if someone was cutting it with a dull knife.
He returned to Zuihualou, his whole body filled with a cold aura that kept strangers away. His face was as gloomy as water and he ignored everyone.
After removing the magic spell that imprisoned the Treasure Pavilion, he carefully took out each of the seemingly ordinary and boring gadgets.
There was the pink sachet she had left behind that day, the wrinkled scroll I had snatched from her, and the red bean cakes I couldn't eat...
There were also many things that made no sense, such as a wooden stick, a feather, a broken ring...
These things, which could be said to be tattered, were regarded as treasures by him and he carefully collected them for who knows how long.
Wu Feng's lazy voice came from outside the door: "Xie Yunqing, the investigation results of the Hehuan Sect you requested are out."
Xie Yunqing's eyes darkened, and he swept his wide sleeves across the table, and all the objects disappeared in an instant. When Wu Feng pushed the door open and came in, the table was empty.
He threw the results of the investigation on Xie Yunqing's desk and stretched lazily: "I haven't recovered yet. I'm leaving first. You can see for yourself."
“Yeah.” Xie Yunqing was not in the mood to watch it, but she remembered that Shen Wenji said that her wife was the leader of the Hehuan Sect.
For some unknown reason, he opened the investigation file.
The former leader of the Hehuan Sect had three direct disciples. The eldest, the senior brother, has disappeared, and the youngest, the junior sister, is not yet an adult.
The second senior sister, who is in the middle of the family, is named Jiang Xuemian and is already married.
However, her husband's name was clearly on the list.
But it’s not called Shen Wenji.
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