Chapter 44 Duan Jiuyou's Hidden Illness
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Twelve or thirteen.
Di Jiang sneered inwardly; she really dared to rattle it off in front of him.
Duan Jiuyou said, "I am a bit of a free spirit. They are all quite good-looking. I find them pleasing to the eye, and they find me good too, so we became immortal couples. When we are together, we enjoy flowers and wine. When we are bored, we go to some immortal mountain or blessed land we have never been before to spend some time together."
"Is that all?" Di Jiang slowly twirled the ring on his index finger.
"What else could it be?" Duan Jiuyou said guiltily. "When we older people get together, it's just to spend time together. We're more innocent and simple, unlike you young people who have so many passionate and unrestrained thoughts. We're not like Dharma cultivators who have any dual cultivation methods."
Her implication was that she and her immortal companions were "spiritually close," and she deliberately brought up their age to support this claim, which was actually pure nonsense.
This kind of thing is categorized into martial arts and spiritual cultivation.
The relationship between men and women originates from feelings and is born from love. When a person likes another person so much that it is uncontrollable, it will manifest in physical contact.
Is it true that one immortal partner is someone you grew up with, innocent and adorable, and two, three, or four are the same? Besides, she didn't get married "when she was old."
Di Jiang said, "When you were with Zhao Fengchen, you were about my age now. To be so young and yet so calm and composed, either Zhao Fengchen has something wrong with him, or—"
He looked at Duan Jiuyou with a probing gaze.
Duan Jiuyou avoided Di Jiang's gaze, arranged his pillow, and refused to answer any more questions.
Di Jiang became slow-paced at this moment. If she didn't say anything, he would just wait by her side. After all, they were sleeping in the same bed, so where could she go?
Duan Jiuyou felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he quietly moved his pillow further in. After moving it a little, he felt it wasn't enough, so he moved it again and again.
Di Jiang stretched out his long arm and pulled Duan Jiuyou back with just one hand.
"Want to sleep against the wall?"
Once his body is on the bed, it has a strong tension, with a solid chest and a firm waist and abdomen. The two of them are dressed in thin clothes, and once they struggle and rub against each other, they inevitably get close to each other.
As the temperature continued to rise and his heartbeat gradually accelerated, Duan Jiuyou couldn't break free. In a moment of panic, he simply lay down on the bed, burying his face in the soft pillow, covering his face with his hands on either side, like a little turtle retreating into its shell.
"Is the Ancestor about to reveal his true form?"
Di Jiang was amused by Duan Jiuyou. He slightly distanced himself from her, stretched out a finger to hook her small hand that was covering her face, and gently circled it with his long finger. It was almost like flirting.
Duan Jiuyou couldn't get away from his hand, so he had no choice but to get up, and with an air of fearlessness, he growled in a low voice.
"I have a hidden illness!"
Duan Jiuyou had never mentioned this matter to anyone, but Di Jiang insisted on finding out the truth. She didn't know where she got the courage, but she inexplicably told Di Jiang about it.
Duan Jiuyou said, “I have a hidden ailment that makes me dislike being close to people. I enjoy playing and joking around with them, but once they get close, I feel disgusted and repulsed. My affection for people doesn’t last long. If I sense that they have any inappropriate intentions, I no longer want to be with them.”
"But I really don't like being alone. I break up with one person and then meet another. We get along well and have fun together, so I form new fairy couples. Unfortunately, none of them are as aloof as I am. At first, I thought there was something wrong with them, but after chatting with some female fairy couples, I realized that it was my own problem. I was too embarrassed to see a doctor and I didn't want to form any more fairy couples, but because I had changed quite a few before, I ended up with a history of romantic escapades."
She spoke dejectedly, convinced that she had a serious illness. Emperor Jiang was initially doubtful, but the more he talked, the clearer it became.
This isn't some hidden ailment of hers; she's never actually fallen in love with anyone. Her twelve immortal companions, with whom she eats, drinks, and plays, are just playmates she found for herself.
Di Jiang watched Duan Jiuyou without changing his expression.
"Would you feel uncomfortable if I got close to you?"
"You, what?"
A sense of wariness arose in Duan Jiuyou's eyes.
Seeing her strong reaction, Di Jiang changed his approach to a more gradual one.
"I mean, if you really have a hidden illness, perhaps I can cure it."
"You'll cure me?" Duan Jiuyou asked skeptically. "What will you use to cure me? Magic or pills? I don't need treatment anymore. I'll die once you become emperor. What's the use of curing me then? Besides, if I really got better, wouldn't I need to find someone to test it on? Who would I find to test it on?"
Seeing her reckless and ignorant look, Di Jiang said calmly, "I cured you, and you still want to find someone else?"
"You mean you wanted me to find you?"
Duan Jiuyou finally understood and decisively shook his head, "No, no, I can't accept that."
Her habit of falling in love with every man she meets is very bad. When she likes someone, she likes him so much, but when she doesn't like him, she can't even be bothered to talk to him. If she were to be with him and she developed aversion to him, how could she still have the mind to help him become emperor?
"How could I not be able to handle it?" Di Jiang sneered. "Those twelve nobodies could become your immortal partners, and you think I'm looking down on them?"
She only considered things from her own perspective, forgetting that the person in front of her was a difficult person to please. Look at the way he raised his eyes; they were cold and icy. Not only was he difficult to please, but he was also not someone to be trifled with!
Duan Jiuyou immediately changed his tune: "It's not that I look down on you, it's that I'm too old. Look at you, so young, you could find any kind of fairy. I'm not good enough for you."
"The Lotus-Born Divine Lord of Kunlun Mountain is only 27,000 years old, isn't he?" Di Jiang interrupted Duan Jiuyou, referring to her previous immortal partner. "You are also tens of millions of years older than him. When you were together, how could you be considered a good match for him?"
There are few immortals older than Duan Jiuyou in the Heavenly Realm, and her immortal partners are all "younger brothers" instead of "older brothers".
Duan Jiuyou hadn't expected that Di Jiang would dig up so much of her past. She retorted defiantly, "Anyway, it's not acceptable! Anyone is fine, but not you! We, as ruler and subject, must maintain a clear distinction. I've never been a celestial couple with any emperor; that's simply improper!"
—So, Bai Yanxing's efforts were all for nothing. I'll have to find a chance to let him hear this next time.
Di Jiang felt sorry for Bai Yanxing in his heart, but he didn't take Duan Jiuyou's words, "Anyone can do it, but you can't," to heart at all.
He has always been willful and capricious. If Jiuyou really didn't like him, he wouldn't bother her. But since she clearly has the same feelings for him, he shouldn't blame her for not letting go.
"I will not become your immortal partner. I am not the Emperor now, and you are not my subject. It will not be too late for you to sever ties with me after I become the Emperor."
Di Jiangsheng had the face of a heartless and ruthless young man, with a cold indifference in his clear eyes. At such a young age, it was hard to believe that he was loyal and affectionate. On the contrary, the idea that he did not love to stay together for a long time and only wanted to enjoy himself for a moment seemed more like his style.
I disagree.
Jiuyou is stubborn and no one can pull her back. She has her own unique way of thinking, and forcing people to change her mind will only backfire.
Di Jiang followed her train of thought.
"Then we won't become immortal lovers, we'll just help you cure your illness. The affairs of the mortal world are wonderful beyond words, wouldn't it be a pity not to experience them for ourselves?"
“Incredible…” Duan Jiuyou fell into deep thought.
Emperor Jiang smiled faintly: "The moonlit night and the flowery morning, the brocade tent and the beautiful night, are more than just wonderful. You have lived for tens of millions of years and married twelve or thirteen immortal partners, but in the end you have not even enjoyed the taste of romance. Don't you feel like you have lost out?"
His voice was languid, like a demon from the abyss, as he spoke of the beauty of romance and the pleasures of love, enticing her to sink into depravity with him.
"But I'm going to die sooner or later..."
"What does it matter?" Di Jiang lowered his long eyelashes. "Before I die, I can just find a former immortal partner who looks decent enough and have a one-night stand with her. That will put an end to that relationship."
This was the most insincere thing he had ever said in his life: if she dared to look for this person, he would kill her; if she looked for one, he would kill her.
Her eyes were fixed, as if she were genuinely considering a candidate: "You said—"
Di Jiang glanced sideways, seemingly waiting for what would happen next. Fortunately, Duan Jiuyou realized his mistake and temporarily set aside the selection of personnel, jumping to another more important matter.
"You say you can cure my illness, but you're not a doctor, so how could you cure this illness?"
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