The next day, at Qianjin Tower.
Rong Shu leaned against one side of the stone seat, one leg dangling over the other, the other half bent, her ponytail hanging down beside the seat, swaying slightly.
After a long while, Rong Shu finally reached out and lightly touched the corner of her lips, raising her eyebrows.
Last night, after Jiang Fei "forcefully kissed" him, she passed out drunk and became unconscious.
However, he clearly felt the heat in his chest yesterday. The heat was surging and inexplicable, yet it was exceptionally pleasant.
He hadn't felt this way in so long.
He seemed even happier than if he had received rare treasures.
It must be said that Jiang Fei truly gave him a novel feeling of being a new person, and her deal was very worthwhile.
I wonder what she'll bring today.
Rong Shu narrowed her eyes, a hint of anticipation rising in her heart.
However, from dawn to dusk, Jiang Fei made no further move.
I was drunk last night, and I should be sober by now.
Rong Shu slowly straightened up from her seat, her fingers tapping absently on the white jade table in front of her, her brows furrowing little by little.
As night fell, the guards lit fires in the dozen or so bronze basins that had appeared in the hall, the firelight warming the vast hall and filling it with a dim, yellowish glow.
Rong Shu's limbs remained cold, and the sight of the flames suddenly made her irritable.
Those torches were Jiang Fei's "masterpiece," but now she herself has disappeared.
Finally, Rong Shu called out impatiently to the guard who was about to leave: "Where is she?"
The guard was taken aback for a moment before realizing, "Miss Jiang hasn't left her house all day."
Rong Shu stared at the guards, remaining silent.
The guard belatedly realized, "Shall I go and take a look?"
Rong Shu calmly withdrew her gaze.
Upon seeing this, the guard quickly got up and left, but returned a moment later: "Master, Miss Jiang said that she is not in a position to do anything out of line."
"What..." Rong Shu was about to ask a question, but then suddenly realized what she meant and laughed angrily.
Last night, she asked him if he considered her just another medicine in the building, no different from things like the ancient ginseng or the luminous pearl. He did not answer.
Today, she even got angry.
It was as if the person who kissed him yesterday and called his name in her sleep was not her.
He saved her life, and she stayed in the building because of her spirit. He was also happy to see her injured, so he concealed the truth about Xin Qi and Yun Jue's identities, waiting for her to be completely heartbroken and become a medicine in his hands.
But.
Rong Shu frowned, thinking of that night on the cliff, and last night...
My heart skipped a beat.
Rong Shu suddenly panicked. He loved treasures, but he would never allow them to get out of his control.
He suddenly stood up: "Since she doesn't want to overstep the bounds, she should just follow the rules."
She chose it herself.
The guard quickly responded with a low voice and retreated.
Rong Shu remained standing in front of the white jade table. In the next instant, she couldn't hold back any longer and angrily flicked her sleeve. The flames in the bronze basin in the hall flickered twice before being completely extinguished.
The warmth in the hall gradually faded, and it became dim.
Rong Shu gave a low snort and turned to leave.
For the next few days, Jiang Fei indeed did not leave the main gate again, and stayed obediently in the side hall.
Rong Shu's mood grew increasingly irritable.
He never saw any of the many people outside the building who came to see him again. He rarely even went out of the main hall. The guards inside the building noticed that something was wrong with him and would avoid appearing in front of him whenever possible.
Ke Rongshu's mood did not improve at all.
On the stone table sat the hand warmer that Jiang Fei had found, and under the table were mugwort leaves that had not yet burned out. The copper brazier in the room had not been lit again, and the entire hall was dark and cool.
Even though her body wasn't cold, Rong Shu found the cold more unbearable than usual.
What's even more frustrating is that the side hall, which used to be lit by several candlesticks to dispel the silence of the entire building, is now completely dark.
No one asked him "if you felt anything" anymore.
The lifeless, unemotional medicinal herbs were exactly what he wanted, but now that Jiang Fei was truly silent, it was he who felt uncomfortable.
On the fifth day, Rong Shu took out the water mirror, and before he could even perform any rituals, the scene of the side hall appeared in the water mirror.
Rong Shu frowned. He was actually using this water mirror, which could see everything, to look into his own side hall. If people found out, wouldn't he become a laughing stock?
But in the end, he still looked into the water mirror.
Jiang Feiguo was truly in the hall. Unlike his agitation, she was very calm, so calm that... even life seemed to have vanished from her.
Rong Shu frowned, a wave of displeasure rising in her heart.
Why is he bothered every day, while she remains so calm?
"Someone come here." Rong Shu suddenly called out.
...
Jiang Fei has indeed been living a carefree life these past few days, indulging in food and drink every day. It must be said that Rong Shu is extremely generous with the treasures in his building. Others would go to great lengths to obtain even a small spiritual herb, but he has so many of them in his building that they are like weeds, nourishing her spiritual body every day.
In his spare time, he would listen to the system report that Rong Shu and Yun Jue's favorability ratings were fluctuating rapidly.
However, Yun Jue's favorability rating remained undetermined, creating a terribly chaotic situation.
That day, Jiang Fei stayed in the palace as usual, quite leisurely, when Rong Shu's guards arrived: "Miss Jiang, the host requests your presence."
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow slightly, calculating the time; five days was enough.
This time, he did not refuse and followed the guards to Rong Shu's palace.
After a few days away, the palace was much darker and cooler, and the familiar scent of mugwort had long since disappeared.
Jiang Fei immediately spotted Rong Shu sitting on the stone seat. He was dressed casually in blue, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and his high ponytail gave him a youthful air. He was only playing with an antique silver mirror and did not look at him.
Jiang Fei paused, stopped not far from the stone table, and calmly said, "Lord Rong."
Rong Shuben paused slightly as he turned the silver mirror.
After she started trying different ways to warm his heart, she never called him "Master Rong" again, and instead called him "Rong Shu". He didn't think much of it and never corrected her.
But I never imagined that the words "Master Rong" would sound so jarring coming from her mouth again.
"How has Miss Jiang been these past few days?" Rong Shu asked in a slightly deep voice.
Jiang Fei lowered her eyes: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Rong. Very well."
very good.
Rong Shu narrowed her eyes.
But he's not good.
She didn't even bother to check when the brazier in the hall went out to ashes. Her expression was calm and expressionless, and when she looked at him, there was no trace of life or light in her eyes, which made people feel irritated.
Letting out a soft breath, Rong Shu lowered her eyes to look at the teacup on the table. She paused, then tapped the teacup lightly, watching the cold tea begin to turn scalding hot, and then continue to boil.
Rong Shu deliberately picked up the teacup and looked up at Jiang Fei in a defiant manner.
In the past, she wouldn't let him bring hot tea, since he couldn't tell it was hot anyway.
Jiang Fei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips were pressed tightly together.
"Does Miss Jiang have something to say?" Rong Shu asked slowly.
Jiang Fei clenched her fist, lowered her eyes, and gently shook her head.
Rong Shu's expression tightened, and she felt increasingly annoyed. She raised her hand to pour the scalding tea onto her other hand.
“Lord Rong!” Jiang Fei suddenly spoke.
Rong Shu stopped what she was doing, a triumphant smile in her eyes.
I knew she wouldn't be indifferent.
As expected, Jiang Fei slowly walked up to him the next moment. Even though her expression was calm, she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. She pursed her lips, took the hot tea from his hand, and said softly, "Didn't you just want one medicine? Now that you have it, why hurt yourself again?"
Rong Shu paused, looking at her fingertips, which were slightly red from being scalded by the hot tea, and said nothing.
Jiang Fei put the hot tea aside, and then, wanting to check the injury on his other hand, reached out to take the silver mirror.
But the moment her hand touched the silver mirror, its surface rippled like water, reflecting the scenes she had experienced—
The first time she wore a wedding dress, on her wedding night, she was stabbed through the heart by Xin Qi's sword.
The second time she wore her wedding dress, the young man Yun Wunian, who had a sparse face but was gentle to her, transformed into a celestial being in the blink of an eye, looking at her with eyes full of emotion and desire, and said: He is not the Yun Wunian she spoke of.
besides……
The scene was still changing rapidly when Rong Shu suddenly flipped the water mirror over in a flustered manner.
Those were all unforgettable memories she had experienced.
He was actually... afraid that she would recall the feelings from that time.
Jiang Fei paused, looked up at Rong Shu, and asked in confusion, "What?"
Rong Shu seemed startled by her own inner turmoil, and after a long pause, she said irritably, "What? Reluctant to part?"
Jiang Fei paused, puzzled, then her eyes suddenly lit up slightly: "Are you jealous?"
Rong Shu sat bolt upright: "How is that possible?"
Jiang Fei looked at him, and after a moment smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly: "That's all in the past, don't be jealous."
Looking into her open and honest eyes, Rong Shu felt a sense of relief: "Who's jealous?"
After saying that, I felt a chill run down my spine.
She was kind to him entirely because the Forgetfulness Pill had made her forget her past love.
He used to appreciate her obedience, but for some reason, he now felt... dissatisfied.
She was never satisfied; she only became kind to him after taking a love-forgetting pill!
"Master, a distinguished guest is waiting outside." The guard's voice suddenly came from outside.
Rong Shu snapped out of her daze and looked out of the building as if trying to escape. She was startled when she sensed the surging immortal energy, then understood. She stood up and headed outside, her movements slightly unsteady.
Jiang Fei watched his retreating figure, chuckled softly, and wondered inwardly, "Was the person Yun Jue who came?"
[System: Yes.]
Jiang Fei pondered for a moment, then pulled out a medicated paste for burns from his sleeve.
Her ex-husband is here, so it's not unreasonable for her to go and see him, is it?
...
Front hall.
Yun Jue was dressed in white, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and his appearance was aloof. His black hair was only tied up with a white ribbon, and it swayed slightly even without wind.
He himself did not know why he was here.
It felt as if another consciousness was controlling me within my body.
"I was unaware of Immortal Venerable Yun Jue's arrival; I have failed to greet you properly." A lazy and unrestrained voice came from behind.
Yun Jue only felt a green shadow flash before his eyes, and there was another figure in the main seat.
"Lord Rong." Yun Jue nodded.
Rong Shu smiled faintly: "Immortal Venerable Yun Jue, what important matter brings you to my Thousand Gold Pavilion?"
Yun Jue's expression remained indifferent, as did his tone: "I've come to ask for medicine." Even though he was asking, there was no emotional fluctuation.
Rong Shu feigned surprise: "Immortal Venerable Yun Jue has already successfully completed his tribulation and is now an immortal. Why would he need my mundane medicine?"
Yun Jue looked at him and said, "I am here on behalf of Tang Feiyan, a disciple of Wunian Mountain."
“I see,” Rong Shu said with an air of understanding, then sighed lightly, “Immortal Venerable Yun Jue must care a lot about your disciple, that he would come here in person to ask for medicine.”
Yun Jue sensed the hidden meaning in his words, raised her eyes slightly, and was about to speak when she heard footsteps behind her, accompanied by a familiar faint fragrance.
"Rong Shu!" the woman's voice rang out.
Yun Jue, who had been expressionless all along, trembled and stood still in place.
This voice had been haunting his consciousness during the days he was in seclusion, and it was exactly the same as the voice calling "Xiao Wunian" in his mind.
Rong Shu glanced at Yun Jue, frowned slightly, and then smiled: "Feifei."
Yun Jue frowned.
Jiang Fei walked step by step into the hall.
Yun Jue's body grew increasingly stiff until he noticed her footsteps passing by him without stopping for even a moment. He suddenly looked up.
As if sensing his gaze, Jiang Fei also stopped, holding the spiritual medicine in her hand. She turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression, her gaze calm, and then nodded and smiled politely: "Immortal Venerable Yun Jue".
After saying that, she walked towards the main seat.
Hearing her address and the smile on her lips, Yun Jue felt a chill run down his spine. He stared intently at her retreating figure, watching her walk to Rong Shu's side, his voice soft yet filled with worry:
"You burned the back of your hand; you need to apply medicine."
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