Chapter 64: Bai Yueguang, the leader of the Hehuan Sect 25 Someone from the Hehuan Sect has arrived...
A few days passed quietly.
Wen Qianning and Ji Hanlin had been living a particularly peaceful life these past few days. They often sat together at the desk, she accompanied him in reading scrolls, leaning in his arms and talking nonsense.
She thought to herself that it would be nice if days like this could continue forever.
However, on this day, just after he had finished dining with Ji Hanlin, a servant suddenly rushed in from outside the palace to deliver a message.
"Your Majesty, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect attempted to break in and said he wanted to see the Sect Master!"
Before he finished speaking, there was already a burst of noise outside the door.
Wen Qianning was stunned and looked up at Ji Hanlin. She had just sent a letter to the Hehuan Sect a few days ago to report that she was safe and sound. How come... someone came here so soon?
And this momentum seems to be quite big.
She felt a little doubtful, so she said to Ji Hanlin, "Let them in."
Following her words, Ji Hanlin frowned and raised his hand to signal the guard to let him pass.
A moment later, a figure flashed by the hall door, and a young man stumbled in, his voice tinged with tears: "Master! Are you okay?!"
"I knew it! How could Ji Hanlin let you go! He will definitely trap you here and torture you! Sect Master, you must not get into any trouble, otherwise my disciple will not be able to survive!" Sang Yu's eyes were red, and he rushed forward while yelling.
Wen Qianning: “……?”
She was choked for a moment by the crying and wailing appearance of the person in front of her. Although she didn't remember who this person was, but... it was definitely not Sang Yu!
Because I heard from Ji Hanlin before that Sang Yu is the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect. As the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect, he definitely would not be such a person who likes to cry and make a fuss.
There was another person following behind him, who looked more stable and calm.
So the person behind... is the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect, right?
Seeing Ji Ziming coming in, Ji Hanlin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and those unbearable fragments deep in his memory surged out. He was afraid that Wen Qianning would remember something after seeing this person.
Sang Yu, standing on the side, was still weeping. "Master, don't worry! I will risk my life to rescue you! I will fight anyone who dares to stop me!"
Wen Qianning felt a headache because of his noise and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.
Then, she blurted out to Ji Ziming, "Sang Yu, persuade this young disciple of the Hehuan Sect to stop crying."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
Ji Ziming: “…”
Sang Yu: "???"
Sang Yu froze suddenly, as if struck by lightning. He stared at his clan leader in shock: "...Sect Leader, what...what did you call him just now?"
Noticing the strange looks they gave him, Wen Qianning immediately realized she'd said something wrong and turned to ask Ji Hanlin, "Did I recognize the wrong person?" Sang Yu's mind was in a tizzy... Not only had the Sect Master recognized the wrong person and called him by the wrong name, but he also acted as if he knew Ji Hanlin so well! What else could this be? He must have been tortured to the point of losing his mind!
Tears welled up in his eyes instantly. He turned and glared at Ji Hanlin, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's you! You forced the Sect Master into this state! If you dare to abuse our Sect Master, I will never let you go!"
"Me?" Ji Hanlin sneered, "Abuse her?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, and he turned his gaze to the face of Wen Qianning beside him, with an ambiguous meaning.
Wen Qianning was looking up at him with a hint of confusion between her eyebrows. Looking closely, her originally thin face was now a little rounder.
Following Ji Hanlin's gaze, Sang Yu also looked at Wen Qianning, calmed down, and was also stunned.
His breathing stagnated as he finally saw the current appearance of his clan leader.
How...how does this look like abuse?
Who, tortured by revenge, can still have plump cheeks and moist eyes?
At this glance, you can tell that Wen Qianning was not only not abused, but also gained a lot of weight.
All his worries collapsed in an instant. Sang Yu stood there in a daze, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Master...how did you...get so fat?"
Wen Qianning: “…”
"Sang Yu! Shut up!" Her face darkened and she raised her hand and slammed the table in annoyance. Which girl can stand being told that she has gained weight? It really pissed her off.
Sang Yu shrank his neck, but still looked incredulous.
Ji Ziming next to him was much quieter, with his eyes lowered and silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Ji Hanlin turned his head and looked at Wen Qianning's angry expression. The corners of his lips slowly curled up, and a barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes.
He reached out and pinched her cheek very naturally, whispering, "She's not fat. I just took good care of Ningning."
This action and this tone clearly show the utmost intimacy and doting.
Sang Yu was completely speechless.
The scene he had originally imagined of their leader being tortured was completely different from the tender intimacy before his eyes.
After all, in his eyes, Wen Qianning's treatment of Ji Hanlin was utter scumbagism. She had kicked Ji Hanlin away because of Ji Ziming, a new male cultivator. Now that Ji Hanlin had become the Yaoxuan Immortal Lord, he was extremely powerful, and she was in his hands. How could Sang Yu believe that she was truly safe and sound?
In Sang Yu's eyes, the letter of safety that Wen Qianning sent a few days ago was just a lie that Ji Hanlin forced him to write.
So he dragged Ji Ziming to the Heavenly Palace to rescue the sect leader.
But now that he saw with his own eyes that Wen Qianning was truly safe and sound, Sang Yu finally felt relieved.
"But...Master, why did you lose your memory?"
Wen Qianning had not had time to explain to them about his amnesia during this period.
So, she cleared her throat and said seriously, "That day, I went to Yundu Lake on my own. Unexpectedly, I met Zhen Zhixin. He had evil intentions and wanted to kill me, so we fought. As a result, during the fight, I accidentally hit my head... and I lost my memory."
"So I mistakenly recognized you for a moment. It's not because I'm mentally ill, nor is it because I've been tortured." She smiled and looked at Sang Yu seriously.
Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of worry quickly replaced by anger. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn Zhen Zhixin! Why is he the one who hurts people again! If it weren't for him...how could the Sect Master have lost his memory!"
As he spoke, his eyes were gloomy, and he wanted to draw his sword immediately to dig out Zhen Zhixin's body and stab him twice to take revenge.
Wen Qianning was amused by Sang Yu's appearance and wanted to laugh. She was about to continue to persuade him when she caught a glimpse of Ji Ziming standing quietly beside her. Her heart moved slightly and she tilted her head to ask, "What about you? Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly shifted to himself. Ji Ziming was stunned for a moment and didn't react. He smiled and said gently: "Master, I am a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and also... your male cultivator."
Before Ji Ziming could continue, Ji Hanlin's face completely darkened. He reached out and pulled Wen Qianning into his arms, his movements carrying an undisguised sense of possession. He interrupted with a cold voice, "That's enough."
Ji Ziming's eyes paused and he stopped talking abruptly.
Wen Qianning looked up and saw that Ji Hanlin had a cold look on his face and his lips were tightly pursed. It was obvious that he was extremely displeased.
Ji Hanlin was indeed not very happy. Given his personality, it was already very good of him to let Ji Ziming in. How could he tolerate his old lover reminiscing about the past with his Ningning in front of him as if no one else was around?
The atmosphere at the scene was becoming somewhat tense. Sang Yu hadn't noticed the hidden meaning yet and continued to shout, "Master, since you are all right, then please come back to the Hehuan Sect with us! After all... you are our master, how can you stay in the Heavenly Court forever?"
As soon as these words came out, Ji Hanlin's face turned even darker.
Wen Qianning's heart tightened and she secretly cursed. She knew that Sang Yu spoke so bluntly out of concern, but to Ji Hanlin, it was clear that she was desperate to take her away from him.
As expected, the man snorted coldly, "I knew that the people from the Hehuan Sect were up to no good."
That's why he didn't want Wen Qianning to send them a letter to report his safety. These people would definitely disrupt the world of two people between him and Wen Qianning.
Wen Qianning didn't know how to ease the atmosphere for a moment, so she gently hooked her fingers in his palm, as if to comfort him, but Ji Hanlin's brows did not relax, which made him look even colder.
"You two should rest first." Ji Hanlin said in a cold voice, leaving no room for questioning.
"No need." Sang Yu shook his head decisively and refused, "We will take the Sect Master back with us now!"
Looking at the tense atmosphere before him, Wen Qianning sighed softly in his heart.
She was silent for a moment, then spoke weakly, "I... don't want to go back."
As soon as the words fell, Sang Yu looked at her in disbelief, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrongly: "Master, what did you say?"
"Although I don't remember anything now, there is at least one thing I am very clear about... I don't want to leave here." Wen Qianning's eyes were firm. She paused and slowed her tone, as if she was afraid of hurting Sang Yu's feelings. She explained, "The Hehuan Sect is my roots, and I naturally hold it in my heart. But now that I am with Ji Hanlin, I know how he treats me. Instead of rushing back, it's better for me to stay a little longer. When my memory recovers, we can discuss other things."
Hearing this, Ji Hanlin lowered his eyes, the coldness on his face faded a little, and an irrepressible joy overflowed from his eyes.
Sang Yu stared at the scene in a daze. He opened his mouth and was about to say something else, but Ji Ziming had already raised his hand and gently pressed his shoulder. As if he had expected this outcome, he whispered, "Forget it, Senior Brother Sang Yu. Since the Sect Master has already expressed his feelings, there's no need to force it."
"The Sect Master is now safe and sound, and has a very close relationship with Yaoxuan Immortal Lord. This is already the best possible outcome. Why should we forcefully separate the two?"
Ji Hanlin felt that this was the first time he liked Ji Ziming so much.
"...Disciple understands." Sang Yu lowered his head, his voice muffled.
Seeing Wen Qianning's resolute attitude, Sang Yu sighed, his mind racing. He thought, the Sect Master has lost her memory now. If only she could find a magical elixir or secret technique to help her recover soon, perhaps everything would be different.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and bowed. "Since the Sect Master is unwilling to leave, then this disciple and Ji Ziming will take our leave first. We will try to find a way to restore your memory as soon as possible, and report back once we have a clue."
Wen Qianning's heart moved, and he nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help."
Sang Yu glanced at her, the corners of his lips twitched, but he said nothing more and turned to leave. Ji Ziming followed him and looked back at Wen Qianning before leaving, his eyes full of meaning.
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