Chapter 9: Embracing her, wanting only to savor a fleeting moment of tenderness.
As night fell and a biting wind howled, the curtains on the windows of the palace began to flutter. In the dim candlelight, a pale face was reflected.
"Jing Xuan Yue, did you ever love me?" The woman asked, tears welling in her eyes.
The path was made of cobblestones, and every step I took left my feet covered in blood.
She seemed to feel no pain, her fingertips tightly clenched in her palm.
The man before her had a handsome face, but now only coldness remained in his eyes, which had once been filled with affection.
The other party remained motionless for a long time.
As long as he says it... as long as he says he has it, she won't let them end up like this.
"Do you know you're wrong?" The man who had tried to help her up looked gloomy, revealing no other emotion.
"Hahahaha, Jing Xuan Yue, you're such a coward!" The woman laughed angrily, her eyes bloodshot.
Before Jing Xuan Yue could react, she cut the God-Locking Chains beneath her feet.
The immortal sword he had once given her for self-defense flew through the sky, pointing directly at her blood-stained throat—
"don't want!"
The wind dispersed, the soul vanished. Immortal Lord Xuan Yue awoke with a start from his dream.
He reached out, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. How many times had this happened? This was the first time in a thousand years he had dreamt of Yuan'er.
It's said that immortals and gods are devoid of emotion and desire, and thus cannot be tormented by nightmares. Every midnight, Xia Yuan'er's figure would appear before him. Whether it was guilt or love, Jing Xuan Yue couldn't say.
But he knew he was wrong.
His hesitation caused a bright and beautiful woman to perish.
Yunxiao, the attendant guarding outside the palace, heard the commotion. Looking at the long night, he sighed.
The Immortal Lord has once again thought of Fairy Yuan'er.
At first, Yunxiao would even barge in to check on Xuan Yue Xianjun.
Later, the frequency increased.
Yunxiao knew that this knot in his heart was not something that ordinary people like him could untie.
Just as he was feeling down, Yunxiao heard a rustling sound.
He turned his head in confusion and caught sight of Jing Xuan Yue, who had changed into different robes. He quickly bowed and asked cautiously, "Immortal Lord, where are you going so late?"
Jing Xuan Yue stood up, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her expression was even more grim than during the last battle, and she only replied to Yun Xiao with a single, simple word.
"Um"
Seeing this, Yunxiao lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.
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Ling Yuanyuan was half asleep when she suddenly felt a chill on her back.
Strange, is it because the temperature is getting colder as the night goes on?
Thinking this, Ling Yuanyuan silently wrapped herself up even tighter. Before she was fully awake, she was thrown off the bed, blanket and all.
She rolled right into a cool embrace, like a caterpillar.
Ling Yuanyuan looked up: "?"
His handsome face, magnified, was different from his usual aloofness. At this moment, Jing Xuan Yue was like a thirsty sponge, gazing at Ling Yuan Yuan with extreme longing.
His expression was slightly intense, his gaze fixed intently on the woman's eyes and brows. Before Ling Yuanyuan could recover, the man hugged her even tighter.
Besides being able to hear their heartbeats being so close they were practically touching.
And there was Jing Xuan Yue's soft panting.
She hadn't even washed her hair; how rushed must she be? But Ling Yuanyuan only glanced at Immortal Lord Xuanyue.
That explained why he had come to the Spirit Pig Courtyard so late at night.
She had been punished by the Empress to come to the Spirit Pig Courtyard for so long, but Jing Xuan Yue had never come.
I fear I might be dreaming of the moonlight tonight, and my conscience is troubled.
"Yuan'er, let me take a good look at you." He noticed that the woman was trying to pull away from his embrace and even looked away.
Immortal Lord Xuan Yue spoke hastily, cherishing this moment of tenderness.
Ling Yuanyuan pushed him away unhurriedly.
Jing Xuan Yue was stunned for a moment before noticing that there was no hatred in the woman's eyes. The face he had vaguely seen earlier was gradually replaced by Ling Yuan Yuan's face, and his expression became much clearer. It wasn't his Yuan'er, it was Ling Yuan Yuan.
Thinking about how he was rushing off to fight.
Is Ling Yuanyuan still angry that he hasn't come back for so many days?
"Actually, I've kept all your letters carefully. I didn't reply because I wanted to wait until I had time to tell you in person how much I missed you," Xuan Yue Xianjun explained.
"Pfft." Ling Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Jing Xuan Yue: "?"
The original owner wrote letters for a full half month, but did not receive a single reply from the male protagonist.
Now, let's explain it here.
"The Spirit Pig Courtyard is dilapidated; you must have been wronged. I will have my mother release you back to my side tomorrow, okay?"
Xuan Yue Immortal Lord spoke again, and grasped Ling Yuanyuan's hand tightly.
Fearing she would leave like Xia Yuan'er, she departed.
"Pfft." Ling Yuanyuan laughed again.
You have the nerve to say that.
Even his sister cares more about the original owner of this body than he does.
This time, the man frowned.
He let go of her hands that had been tightly embracing her, not understanding what Ling Yuanyuan was unhappy about.
Ling Yuanyuan really wanted to ask this person where he got the nerve. Did he think he was so charming that he could summon and dismiss others at will?
Even stand-ins have their dignity!
Ling Yuanyuan walked to the bedside and draped her outer robe over herself. Only after feeling a little warmth did she lazily speak.
"Does the immortal lord love me?"
I never expected Ling Yuanyuan to ask that question.
Jing Xuan Yue turned her gaze away, regardless of Xia Yuan'er's hoarse and desperate questioning or Ling Yuan Yuan's calm and composed inquiry.
He was unable to respond immediately.
Ling Yuanyuan seemed to have guessed this all along. She glanced at Xuan Yue Immortal Lord and said self-deprecatingly, "That goes without saying, Immortal Lord must love me. Otherwise, why would he bring me back to the Heavenly Realm?"
Turn your head to the side.
Ling Yuanyuan smiled gently.
Jing Xuanyue felt relieved.
Ling Yuanyuan is still that little demon; she can be easily coaxed.
He reached out, about to embrace her. Ling Yuanyuan stopped the man from getting closer, "But Immortal Lord, you know I'm just a woman with weak magic and no background. I'm all alone in the Heavenly Realm, and even the smallest mistake could be dangerous."
Ling Yuanyuan continued her gentle and witty remarks.
"I am willing to be with the Immortal Lord, even if I am rejected by the Heavenly Empress and regarded as a thorn in the side by all the fairies."
Hearing Ling Yuanyuan's words, Jing Xuanyue lowered her head.
The woman spoke with such sincerity, her eyes brimming with tears.
It was entirely a matter of dependence on him.
It must be said that Ling Yuanyuan, as a demon, indeed found it difficult to move an inch in the Heavenly Realm.
She thought Jing Xuan Yue understood what she meant.
To everyone's surprise, Jing Xuan Yue nodded.
"Then I will go and propose to my mother that I marry you as soon as possible."
Ling Yuanyuan: "..."
Marry a hammer.
Ling Yuanyuan quickly looked up and waved her hand.
"My lord, you do not know that I have not even learned the proper etiquette for a maid. How much less should I learn to be a celestial consort? I am afraid I will perish before I have even learned it."
I was shocked by Ling Yuanyuan's last few words.
Immortal Lord Xuan Yue frowned.
Long, slender fingers covered Ling Yuanyuan's lips, his face showing displeasure.
"Don't curse yourself like that," Jing Xuan Yue warned.
After a pause, he said, "So what do you want?"
Ling Yuanyuan tugged at Xuan Yue Xianjun's sleeve, "If you could give me one or two divine artifacts to protect me, I would feel at ease."
What do you want?
Do you mean I should take him?
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Ling Yuanyuan looked at Jing Xuanyue with feigned innocence, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Immortal Lord Xuan Yue shook his head.
"If you have a magical artifact but don't know how to use it, it's just a burden to you."
Ling Yuanyuan: "..."
Please let him die on the spot.
Ling Yuanyuan suddenly released her arms from the man, looking extremely dejected.
She seemed about to burst into tears, thinking, "So, I really can't stay with the Immortal Lord for long after all."
Jing Xuanyue frowned.
But he also knew that minor demons like Ling Yuanyuan had limited lifespans.
It's truly impossible for me to stay with him.
After a long silence, Immortal Lord Xuan Yue said solemnly, "Then are you willing to cultivate to become an immortal for my sake?"
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