Kiss!
Han Jiang quickly explained, "No, I wanted to bury him and build a cenotaph for the original Han Jiang."
I feel bad for taking her life away from her, and I'm even using her identity to travel around the world.
Aside from herself and Hanqi, probably no one else will erect a monument for her.
Hanqi is still on her way, so let her erect a monument for the original Hanjiang.
“These are all things that Han Jiang loved during her lifetime. Even though she has given up on Crimson Gold, they still symbolize her sincere heart,” Han Jiang said. This is why she buried this portrait.
A year ago, the original owner prepared a portrait of Chijin with the most sincere love.
Cang Jingqi glanced at it, turned and left. A moment later he returned with a shovel and a cloak. He threw the shovel on the ground and draped the cloak over Han Jiang.
Han Jiang's cheeks were burning hot. He said he came to dig a hole, but he didn't bring anything with him.
"I'll do it." Han Jiang was too embarrassed to trouble Cang Jingqi any further.
"Your injuries haven't healed yet, and we can't rely on Hantian for this, so I have to do it myself. Where do we dig?"
"There." Han Jiang pointed to a patch of land, which was relatively clean with few weeds.
We really can't count on Han Tian; he doesn't even know his former apprentice is dead.
"Cang Jingqi, thank you." Han Jiang stood behind Cang Jingqi, carrying a pile of things.
Cang Jingqi didn't reply. Instead, he bent down and started digging in the spot Han Jiang had indicated.
It was afternoon, and still a bit hot. After digging for a while, Cang Jingqi's forehead was covered in sweat. So he took off his cloak, folded it neatly, and placed it aside. He then gestured to Han Jiang to come and sit down.
The fact that they didn't move during the cold season can be considered a rejection.
Cang Jingqi didn't take it seriously and turned back to continue digging.
The two remained silent.
By the time the half-sized pit was dug, the sun had already set.
The backyard slowly darkened, becoming increasingly dark. Han Jiang thought of going back inside to get candles, but the slightest movement was immediately noticed by Cang Jingqi, who asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go inside and get the candles."
"I'll go get it. You stay here and don't wander off," Cang Jingqi said.
Han Jiang tugged at Cang Jingqi's sleeve: "Let's go together. I remember you're afraid of the dark."
"You've got it wrong."
In Xuanzhou's tomb, Cang Jingqi was clearly afraid of the dark.
"I'm afraid of the dark, so take me with you," Han Jiang said.
The cold wind descends slowly, gently tugging at Cang Jingqi, making the night seem even more silent.
No one broke the silence; both of them were breathing cautiously.
On such a short journey, it was only to fetch firelight, nothing else, no one wanted to leave, no one wanted to separate.
Slow pace, light steps, and a peaceful mind.
As Han Jiang crossed the threshold, she was not paying attention and tripped, losing her balance. She instinctively grabbed Cang Jingqi tightly.
Cang Jingqi turned around and helped Han Jiang up.
For a moment, both of them froze, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm water, and the surface could no longer pretend to be undisturbed.
The moon rises, and its light spills across the courtyard, enough to clearly see the face of one's beloved.
Han Jiang thought she should steady herself and stand up straight, expecting Cang Jingqi to let go after supporting her, but she didn't move and kept her head down.
"Han Xiaoman." The voice was hoarse.
Han Jiang heard Cang Jingqi call her name and looked up to meet his eyes.
"Clang".
The hairpin fell to the ground.
Cang Jingqi stroked Han Jiang's face.
"Splash".
The portrait fell to the ground.
The cold mirror obscured Han Jiang's eyes.
"Bang!"
The martial arts manual fell to the ground.
"Thump." The sound of a heartbeat.
Cang Jingqi kissed Han Jiang's lips.
Everything fell to the ground.
No one picked it up.
Was that a kiss? It was so light.
They kissed slowly, then reluctantly parted.
Han Jiang stood there, her mind blank, not yet realizing what had happened, when Cang Jingqi had already bent down and picked up everything on the ground and handed it to her.
She looked down at the object in her arms, then looked up again. Cang Jingqi took two candles and walked past her, his voice coming from behind her: "Come on, aren't we still burying it?"
Han Jiang slowly turned around and followed closely behind.
Should I ask? Han Jiang wondered. What did that mean just now?
What would Cang Jingqi say? Would he say it was an accident, or an illusion?
Han Jiang didn't ask any questions. Instead, she naturally took the hand that Cang Jingqi offered and sat down next to him.
Cang Jingqi placed his cloak under Han Jiang's body to prevent Han Jiang's clothes from getting dirty.
Hanjiang carefully wrapped the jewelry and books in clothes, while placing the portrait outside the clothes, neatly put them into the pit, and filled it with soil.
Unable to find a suitable stone, she only found a wooden plank, which she solemnly placed in front of her without writing anything on it.
Whether it's writing about the original owner, Han Jiang, or Luo Luo, Han Jiang feels it's all strange, so she might as well just leave it as a blank stele.
If the original owner, like Han Jiang, did not die but went to another world, then it can be considered that Han Jiang helped her erect a monument to her lost youth.
If the original owner has indeed left, then those who know this place will naturally know who is buried here.
Han Jiang sighed. Chi Jin now holds a high position in the Vermilion Bird Pavilion and cannot be killed, otherwise he could find a way to avenge the original owner.
"I'm probably the most unsuccessful time traveler ever..." she murmured.
The cenotaph has been erected; Cang Jingqi has no reason to remain.
Hanjiang escorted him to the courtyard.
"Go back and rest."
Long ago, in this courtyard, under the same moonlight, there were two of us.
Han Jiang, just like before, asked, "Cang Jingqi, do you know how to become a Demon Lord?"
She thought Cang Jingqi would, as before, throw out another question to refute the previous one, but he didn't.
He said firmly, "No."
Han Jiang's nose stung with tears. Why not ask him in return? Ask Han Jiang if he wanted her to become the Demon Lord. But what would be the point of asking? Would Han Jiang say he did? She knew she wouldn't.
Cang Jingqi is unwilling to become the Demon Lord. Han Jiang either has to give up the mission and be with him, or persist in the mission and continue to pursue Cang Jingmo.
Both choices are painful.
"Will he never joke around with me again?" Han Jiang wondered. It seemed like she hadn't seen Cang Jingqi fake a smile much since she and Cang Jingqi had their argument.
"I'm sorry..." Han Jiang felt utterly incompetent. He should have at least said something to explain himself instead of just saying sorry and lowering his head further as he spoke.
"Han Xiaoman, you said you liked me," Cang Jing retorted, "but I will not become the Demon Lord."
That day, he thought Han Jiang only said she liked him because he would become the Demon Lord, but today Han Jiang clearly said she liked him.
Hanjiang gritted his teeth, unsure of what to say.
"Han Xiaoman, are you still going to be with the Demon Lord? But didn't you say you liked me?" Cang Jing asked sarcastically. "So, do you want to be with the Demon Lord, or with me?"
"I……"
"Actually, you don't need to be with Amo, right? You just need Amo to like you. Xiaoman, you don't need to make a choice—"
"Give me some time," Han Jiang interrupted. "I'll give you an answer once Gui Xu's matter is resolved."
Once Gui Xu revives Wen Xu, she will give Cang Jingqi an answer. The matter remains unresolved, and Han Jiang doesn't know what the outcome will be.
Resurrection is not guaranteed to succeed.
She had considered abandoning the mission and staying, but that would be too selfish, and she would definitely feel guilty for Wen Xu.
Furthermore, Han Jiang was different from the other transmigrators she had seen; she had no ties to her original world, so she could stay without any guilt. She had only died unexpectedly; she had family, friends, and all those who loved her were waiting for her to come home.
Han Jiang understood what Cang Jingqi meant; he wanted to make the choice for Han Jiang so that Han Jiang wouldn't have to struggle with the decision.
Even an older brother can't force his younger brother to like someone.
"Cang Jingqi, please, don't go, give me some time." Since Cang Jingmo said that Cang Jingqi wasn't really angry with Han Jiang, then Han Jiang would take the gamble.
"good."
"I want to see you tomorrow morning," Han Jiang said.
"good."
Han Jiang stood at the doorway, watching Cang Jingqi leave. She wanted to see him outside, but Cang Jingqi wouldn't allow it; Han Jiang's leg wasn't healed yet.
Tonight, I'm determined to go to bed early because of the cold weather.
Wait a minute, did she just kiss Cang Jingqi?
Oh my god! That was her first kiss!
Han Tian waited for Cang Jingqi to come out not far from the villa.
Gui Xu had already told Chi Cheng about it. At first, Chi Cheng was unwilling to believe that his precious disciple was a lackey of the rebels, but he believed Han Tian even more.
Gui Xu first returned to Feng Huo Ying Shuang Lou. Since she wasn't there, Zhu Que Ge would definitely target the disciples inside.
Han Tian passed by Hanjiang Villa and saw Hanjiang and Cang Jingqi talking in the courtyard. Not wanting to disturb them, he waited outside.
He gets furious whenever he sees those two together.
After leaving the Demon Palace, the first place Cang Jingqi went was Cold Mountain.
Han Tian pressed Cang Jingqi for details about him and Han Jiang, but Cang Jingqi remained silent and looked dead.
"What are you talking about?" Han Tian asked, pulling Cang Jingqi aside.
Cang Jingqi disdainfully pulled Han Tian's hand away: "It's nothing."
"Cang Jingqi, how come I never realized you were such a scumbag when it came to matters of love?" Han Tian said. "Xiaoman said she likes you, didn't you hear that outside today? What is your attitude? If you don't like my Xiaoman, just say so as soon as possible. This harassment isn't going to work."
"Wait a little longer."
"Still waiting? Gui Xu can have me tie you up and take you straight to the bridal chamber, then there won't be any more trouble."
"Han Tian, don't worry, we'll know the answer once Gui Xu's matter is settled." Cang Jingqi patted Han Tian's shoulder.
"Cang Jingqi, something's not right with you." Normally, Cang Jingqi would definitely say something like, "If you're so capable, then do it," but now he said a few words with a very serious expression.
"You haven't changed too, have you?"
Cang Jingqi: "Also?"
"Ah, the red gold is different from before," Han Tian said evasively.
Cang Jingqi realized that Han Tian was hiding something from him. Han Tian had told Cang Jingqi a long time ago that Crimson Gold was not a good thing, so why did he feel that Crimson Gold was different from before?
So who does this "also" refer to?
“If I am no longer the same as before, no one will remember that you used to cut the old sect leader’s beard to make calligraphy brushes.”
"Hey! My master has been traveling for so long, let's not talk about the past." Han Tian looked relieved.
This further solidified Cang Jingqi's conjecture that Han Tian definitely knew something.
But Han Tian never kept anything from her. Since they became friends during the treasure hunt at the Three Gates, the two of them had talked about almost everything.
Han Tian knew everything about the Cang Jing family, including the deaths of Cang Jingqi's father and Cang Jingxing.
The two kept each other's secrets tightly, as close as brothers.
"Let's go back to sleep if we don't want to talk about it. We need to get up early tomorrow." Cang Jingqi smiled and walked briskly towards the top of the mountain.
"We're getting up early to face the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, what are you doing getting up early?"
Cang Jing laughed and said, "Get up early to make breakfast!"
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