secret?

Jiang Si's heart skipped a beat.

Yu Jin lowered his voice: "But as for this matter, it's OK that you've heard about it. Except for a very few people, no one else knows about it."

Jiang Si raised his eyes to look at him, sensing something serious in his words.

"If it's inappropriate, then don't say it." Miss Jiang said inconsistently.

Don't say anything that shouldn't be said, or she will be held responsible. She only wants to hear secrets, not take responsibility.

As expected, upon hearing Jiang Si say this, Yu Jin hurriedly said, "It's most appropriate to tell you."

To Prince Yu Qi, no secret was more important than clearing up his beloved's misunderstanding of him.

After glancing at the door, Yu Jin whispered, "The saint girl of the Wu and Miao tribe in southern Xinjiang has actually passed away a long time ago."

Jiang Si had been waiting for Yu Jin to reveal some secret, but when he heard him say this, his expression immediately changed.

It was indeed a secret that Saint Asan was no longer alive at this time. Even among the Wu Miao tribe, the number of people who knew about it was less than a handful.

She is one, Yu Qi is one, Elder Wu Miao is one, and Asang’s personal maid is one.

She was stranded in southern Xinjiang, and the reason she was able to survive as Saint Asan was because her death was not announced to the public for a long time. Elder Wu Miao said that the Saint was practicing in seclusion.

The Wumiao tribe is not the only tribe in Southern Xinjiang, but dozens of tribes, large and small, coexisting together, of which the most prominent is the Wumiao tribe. It can be said that other tribes are led by the Wumiao tribe. Whether it is paying homage to the Great Zhou or dealing with the neighboring Nanlan nobles, it is the Wumiao tribe that comes forward.

However, the Wu Miao tribe respects women because only women can master the mysterious Wu Miao secret techniques.

The saint was selected from many qualified Wu Miao women and carefully trained. It is conceivable that the death of the saint was a heavy blow to the Wu Miao tribe. Once the news spread, it would easily arouse unrest among certain ethnic groups.

Day after day, year after year, who is willing to be ruled by others?

What surprised Jiang Si was not the secret that Saint Asan was dead, but the casual tone in which Yu Jin spoke of it.

In any case, the man opposite her didn't seem to be deeply in love with her when he mentioned Ah-Shan's death in such a tone. It would be terrible if he was so cold to his true lover just to deceive her.

The Yu Qi she loved was not that kind of person.

It was a bright morning, and although the door of the main room was closed to prevent the sunlight from sneaking in, it was still bright and you could clearly see the subtle changes in a person's expression.

Jiang Si was certain that she did not see the slightest trace of sadness on the face of the man opposite her.

The most that was revealed on that handsome face, whose lines were not as cold and hard as in his previous life, was a sigh.

"In short, the death of the Wu Miao saint is extremely important to the Wu Miao tribe. Now, except for a very few people, no one in the world knows about it. I also learned about it by chance." After Yu Jin said this, he paused for a moment.

Jiang Si looked at him, with countless questions swirling in her mind, but those questions were like red-hot charcoal blocking her chest, making her feel heartbroken.

The most helpless situation was probably her situation. To her, he had been with her day and night for countless days and nights, but to him, she was just a person he had a good impression of but was not familiar with.

Could she ask: Since you don't like Saint Asan, why do you keep her portrait so preciously?

Or ask: Since you don’t like Asan, why did you say you liked her in your previous life?

Jiang Si felt that she had walked into a dead end. It was not her fault, nor was it his fault. It seemed that fate was playing a trick on her.

She thought dejectedly: I may never be able to figure out what happened in my past life.

At this time, the young man opposite said in a calm tone: "If I were in love with the Holy Maiden Wu Miao, I would definitely be willing to exchange my life for hers."

Jiang Si was shocked and asked, "In exchange for my life?"

Yu Jin resumed his frivolous look and blinked: "I just said that. Anyway, everyone in this world can misunderstand, but you can't. Otherwise, I will be wronged."

The Wu Miao tribe has many secret arts, and there is a miraculous art of exchanging life for life that is only circulated among a very small number of people, and the conditions are very harsh. It is said that the medicine is a person's blood and sweat, and the person must offer it completely willingly.

Although he didn't know exactly how to perform the secret technique, he was shocked when he heard about it by chance. He knew what a disaster it would be for the Wu Miao people if the secret technique got out.

For those who hold the power of terror, resurrection from the dead is a temptation that is willing to destroy mountains and rivers and burn all lives.

Jiang Si turned his eyes away, but a kind of joy quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, like the first spring water, melting the ice and snow that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

She tried her best to control her tears from overflowing, but they quickly gathered on her long eyelashes and fell heavily to the ground.

Yu Jin was a little at a loss.

Why is Asi crying?

"I lied to you about one more thing..." Yu Jin said with gritted teeth.

Since it's going to be told sooner or later, it's better to tell it sooner rather than later. It's very likely that Ah Si already knows about it.

Jiang Si looked at him, her eyes, washed by tears, shining darkly: "What?"

"Well...my last name is Yu..."

"King Yan, right?" Jiang Si asked indifferently.

Yu Jin was relieved.

Fortunately, he did not take the risk and continue to hide the truth, otherwise he would be doomed.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. I was just afraid that Jiang Er would know my identity and would feel uncomfortable with me..."

Jiang Si pulled the corner of his mouth: "Uh."

If she had just met this family in this life, she might have believed it. What was he worried about making his second brother uncomfortable? He was clearly planning to approach her quietly like he did in his previous life...

As this thought flashed through his mind, Jiang Si's expression changed slightly.

Whether in the previous life or this life, he knew the Saint Asan first and she later. In the previous life, it can be said that they developed feelings for each other as they spent time together day and night. So what about this life?

From the beginning, she was not in a good mood towards him, but he was unrestrained and kept pestering her. Given that they had never met before, could it be that she had one less red mole than Ah-Shan that made him fall in love with her at first sight?

This is obviously impossible.

Jiang Si changed the hand that was resting on the table to support his chin, and asked casually, "Since it is said that the King of Yan is in love with the Saint of Wu Miao, I guess the Saint must be a beauty, right?"

Yu Jinman's nervousness suddenly disappeared.

Is Ah Si jealous? If she doesn't have him in her heart, why would she care whether Wu Miao Saint is a beauty?

This discovery instantly made him bolder, or perhaps it could be said that being bold and thick-skinned was his true nature.

Yu Jin nodded seriously: "The Holy Lady Wu Miao is indeed a rare beauty."

Jiang Si was silent.

Yu Jin leaned closer: "Asi, are you jealous?"

Jiang Si raised her eyes and glanced at him coldly: "Your Highness is joking."

She shouldn't have wasted her time talking to this bullshitter!