Chapter 83 What kind of dream are you having?
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Duan Laozu was a master at demolishing houses. In the past, when she wanted to renovate the house on the Earthly Rest Mountain, she didn't need to transform into her true form. She could simply use her bare hands to chisel away and instantly reduce the old palace to ashes.
Lin Yuanwai's business was completed in less than half an hour by her.
Master Lin was overjoyed upon seeing this and kept praising him. Old Master Duan was in a great mood, having received both money and flattery. He carried a heavy bag of coins and had a lively dinner with his disciples at a restaurant before returning to his abandoned house under the stars.
Lanterns hung on both sides of the house. Passing servants bowed to her with indifferent expressions. In the past, they would simply bow, but today they addressed her with a title: "Madam."
"lady?"
Duan Jiuyou slowed down.
After the attendants paid their respects, they went about their own business. Unlike the four fierce generals, they did not have normal mental consciousness. This address of "Madam" could only have been ordered by the Emperor to be used by them.
Duan Jiuyou was a beat slow to realize that he and Di Jiang had just recognized a daughter today. He was the father, she was the mother, he was the Venerable Lord, and she naturally became the Venerable Lord's wife in the servants' mouths.
As she approached the entrance to the sleeping quarters, Duan Jiuyou unconsciously slowed her pace. She had been somewhat displeased when Di Jiang recognized his daughter that afternoon, and she hadn't had a chance to coax him. She wondered if his anger had subsided by now.
Footsteps came from the courtyard. Duan Jiuyou turned around and saw Feng Chen. He took the tea set that Feng Chen was about to bring into the house and asked, "When did you return? Did things go smoothly? How is he in a good mood after he came back?"
The vassal ignored Duan Jiuyou's first two sentences. He couldn't possibly explain the matter of the barbarian lord to Duan Jiuyou in detail. He only picked up the last sentence to answer: "What else can I do? I was unhappy when I went out, and I was even more unhappy when I came back and found that you hadn't returned."
Duan Jiuyou thought to herself, "This anger has been simmering for quite a while." She deliberately delayed returning until night, hoping to wait for his temper to pass. However, she still couldn't escape it. Feng Chen knew that Duan Jiuyou only looked foolish but was actually full of malice. When it came to reading people's expressions, no one could see the lord's emotions better than her. She managed to avoid it quickly, but he suffered from the lord's cold face the whole way.
The minister said with disdain, "You should go inside. Whether you stick your neck out or not, you're going to get stabbed anyway. You weren't afraid when you casually adopted a daughter for our Lord, but now you're all cautious. If you ask me, you shouldn't be doing this! Our Lord is so young and already has a family to support. How will he marry the Queen of the Wasteland after he takes over the Heavenly Realm? Let alone whether you and our Lord will end up together, even if you do, what if you die afterward and he's left all alone? Wouldn't he be a widower?"
These words were spoken by the vassals based on their own understanding, unaware that what the emperor truly cared about were not these things at all.
Duan Jiuyou didn't speak, but waved his hand twice in a flustered manner, signaling the vassal to leave.
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As always, two rows of stern-faced attendants stood outside the bedchamber.
Di Jiang was eccentric. He didn't like having anyone around when he was alone, but he always needed someone outside his door to be at his beck and call. He seemed to be afraid of loneliness and needed to see people as soon as he opened his eyes, yet he also seemed to dislike crowds and needed to keep himself in a closed environment.
No one told Duan Jiuyou that over the years, she was the only one who could stay close to Di Jiang.
However, Duan Jiuyou did ask Di Jiang a question: Why do you require your people to wait outside the door in the desolate house, but not in the Dixi Mountain? Is it because you don't trust them?
Di Jiang looked at her with amusement, his smile tinged with teasing. He didn't answer Duan Jiuyou directly, but Duan Jiuyou read the answer in his smile.
The people in the abandoned house are mentally unstable and can only hear his commands. Even if the two of them make a noise when they are alone, they will not care, ask, or look at it.
People living in abandoned houses are different. They will look out the window at the slightest noise, afraid of missing any excitement. Although they are mainly worried that the couple will quarrel, this excessive concern will more or less affect their intimacy at some inappropriate moments.
Duan Jiuyou recalled a time when the two of them were taking a nap in the palace. After she woke up, Di Jiang suddenly had the idea to put balsam juice on her feet.
The scarlet color left on the nail was indeed bright and beautiful.
But when he held her foot and carefully drew her foot, she became shy again. One of them tried to pull her foot away, while the other held on tightly. In the process, they accidentally knocked over the balsam juice next to them, and the small table beside them also fell over, splashing the juice everywhere. She blushed and complained, while he held her foot and looked at her with a smile.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and a group of disciples rushed in, only to witness what they considered a rather erotic scene.
Duan Jiuyou was so embarrassed that she covered her face with the blanket, while Di Jiang calmly covered her feet with his robe, but his smile contained a hint of coldness at being disturbed.
From then on, her people dared not stand guard outside the gate. Perhaps it was because he had given the order, or perhaps they were afraid of him from the bottom of their hearts. In any case, when they were alone, no disciple dared to approach their courtyard.
There were many more such little stories between the two, Duan Jiuyou thought about them with surprise.
They had only been together for less than six months, yet they already had so many memories.
These memories would make her blush unconsciously, smile unconsciously, and unconsciously, she would keep this person in her heart.
Now, separated by just one door, he was inside the hall and she was outside. Her feelings were complicated, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She put on a fawning smile and pushed open the door to go inside.
The hall was dimly lit. Emperor Jiang lay in a grand chair, his clothes changed into a moon-blue robe with a landscape pattern. He was fiddling with a broken jade pendant in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Hearing her enter, he glanced at her expressionlessly and tossed the jade pendant onto the tea table.
Duan Jiuyou recognized it as a "birthday gift" she had given him. Xue Ciyi had given it to her last time, and he had taken it back after returning. The jade pendant, which he usually wore on his waist, had been taken off today for some reason and was lying alone on the table, looking at him with a hint of disdain.
Duan Jiuyou carried the tea tray in and poured a cup for Di Jiang. He found that it was a sweet drink again. He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, while calling out, "Ya Qing, bring in a pot of boiled water!"
She summoned her own people, but the imperial guards outside the door remained motionless; she couldn't command them at all.
Ya Qing came running at the sound and replaced the sweet drink with plain water. Duan Jiuyou returned again, poured a cup, and placed it on the tea table within easy reach of the Emperor.
Di Jiang ignored her. She stood there for a while, then secretly adjusted herself, squatted down beside him, put her hands on his knees, and smiled as she spoke.
“I went out today and demolished a wealthy family’s house. They gave me a lot of coins, so I was happy and treated Yaqing and the others to a meal outside. The vassal said you didn’t eat much for dinner, but the dishes they made weren’t to your liking. I’ll have the kitchen prepare a few side dishes later so you can eat them when you wake up.”
Are you going out hunting tonight? Do you want me to come with you? I slept a lot during the day, so it's perfect to go for a stroll with you tonight.
"I was careless today. I was only focused on appeasing Siji. The Wilderness Clan practices monogamy, and my actions will definitely affect your marriage to the Wilderness Queen in the future. I can explain that after you choose your partner, we will just say that we acted expediently and were just putting on an act. We will only pretend to be your parents in front of Siji and not let anyone tell anyone else."
She spoke at length before reaching for the cups and saucers on the table. When she handed them to Di Jiang, he didn't take them; instead, he smiled.
The laughter was chilling, swirling around you like threads, as if trying to freeze you and pierce a hole in your heart.
He discovered that she really knew how to make him angry; a few simple words could easily ignite his fury.
She had clearly thought it through carefully, using the most roundabout way of speaking to imply that a relationship between them was impossible.
This is her usual tactic: evasion, dodging, and cutting off contact.
Di Jiang grabbed her front and pulled her closer to him, causing the cup to slip from Jiu You's hand and shatter into pieces with the water.
"Do you think I've gone to so much trouble for you just so you can explain yourself to others later? I willingly served you and taught you the taste of love, not so you could just have a taste and leave. Between you and me, it has never been a two-faced relationship, and there will absolutely be no way out between us!"
Duan Jiuyou's heart pounded wildly, his eyes were filled with him, and his heart was filled with trembling!
Does she really not understand what he wants?
She pretended to be stupid to him, and he usually indulged her. But after indulging her too many times, he eventually lost his patience.
How could she forget?
This seemingly aloof and cold-hearted young man is the Lord of the Great Wilderness, the supreme ruler of his clan!
He is not Zhao Fengchen who only gets angry with himself, nor is he the gentle and refined Bai Yanxing. He is Di Jiang, a person who expects ten times more from the other party for every bit of effort he gives!
How can you expect to get away unscathed after associating with someone like him?
In Dijiang's words: What kind of dream are you having?!
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