Chapter 308 Not Your Sister
Jiang Xianwan remained in a daze for a long time, neither struggling nor making another move against the twins.
He remained silent the whole way, like a mechanical puppet on a string, momentarily stuck and lost in delusion.
Until the twins led her into a cave not far from the Thirty-Three Palaces.
I don't know how she willingly and kindly put aside that 'troublesome' idea and came along.
Perhaps it was this body that, for once, developed a faint shred of conscience.
Or perhaps, out of desperation, they yielded and managed to squeeze out a little time to keep the twins occupied.
But what she saw left her completely stunned.
She couldn't imagine when such a beautiful cave had appeared not far from the Emperor's bedroom.
It was like a home that was carefully protected and could not see the light of day.
right.
This is home.
Being closest to her feels like being able to absorb her essence, as if she were in your home.
Even more unimaginable is the feeling that Yao Ling and Xiu Yin were harboring when they secretly carved out a cave in this mountain.
The room was decorated with pearlescent light, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere.
It is unknown how long they waited or hoped on that spot.
And... how long did they hide?
Jiang Xianwan looked around, glancing at the perfectly round mermaid pearls that were seamlessly embedded naturally in the rocks.
The bed and other furniture were all provided.
Even the stone walls have been polished so much that not a single sharp mark can be found.
There was even a dressing table and a makeup box prepared for her.
There was also a small stove full of the aroma of cooking firewood, and a small pile of firewood.
Every single detail was built by the twins themselves.
A sudden thought struck me.
An idea popped into my head.
Twins like sparkly things.
Like the shimmering, luminous clam shell in the tombstone.
Yao Ling saw her gaze fall on the clear spring water in the cave, where the surface shimmered and flowed gently. Even though she knew the girl wouldn't eat it, she still awkwardly fed her the sweetest-looking fruit.
I had long forgotten what had just happened, and my slightly swollen cheek, which was scratched by the mask.
She said softly, "Sister, it's very sweet."
Outside the cave stood a lychee tree. At first, it was just a withered little sapling. He and Xiuyin often took care of it, and later it grew into a lush, leafy tree, like a thick, unyielding green cloud.
The green waves rolled and rustled.
The fruit it bears will bend the branches, and it is sweet and juicy.
But.
My sister never eats this kind of thing.
To be precise, I don't eat anything.
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she saw two boys kneeling at her feet with their knees on the ground, in a devout manner.
The boy with soft features patiently held up the glistening white fruit between his fingers, a slight smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed intently on her face.
They simply don't remember their own pain.
The young man, whose expression was naturally cold, with slightly swollen cheeks, nestled gently against her knees.
His upright posture instantly relaxed.
All the patience and tenderness were contained in the eyes that were staring intently at her.
He was once again acting in a way that completely lacked the demeanor expected of an emperor.
A slap could earn him a moment of her company, so he was secretly overjoyed and cherished her with utmost care.
The obedient girl didn't know what to do.
Jiang Xianwan didn't look at the lychee; her calm gaze lingered for a long time on the two faces that looked exactly alike.
The twins probably never wear masks in front of her; their pearly glow shines through softly. They look young yet strikingly beautiful, with clear and sharp facial bone structure and a smooth, perfectly defined jawline.
The color of his eyes was slightly lighter than that of ordinary people, clear and lustrous, like top-grade black jade immersed in ice water, with an astonishingly distinct black and white.
When her long, thick eyelashes fall down, they cast a faint shadow under her eyes like raven feathers. When she raises her eyes, they are sparkling with water, her gaze clear and pure, without the slightest impurity.
Occasionally, a ray of light would flash by, like a star falling into a deep pool.
It possesses both an innocent purity and a subtle, insightful clarity.
Especially the twins' cheeks and ears, subtly tinged with a blush of rosy light, were breathtakingly vivid.
It even carried a touch of otherworldly significance, unlike a pampered boy raised in the mortal world.
It's like a jade-colored spirit that accidentally wandered into the mortal world from the heavens and temporarily rested under the eaves, or a spirit that walked out of an ancient scroll, which will disperse as soon as the rain stops.
Such an obedient gaze makes one want to cherish and love it.
She, however, still maintained a cold expression.
They put on airs and acted pretentiously.
Throughout the entire process, I never looked at the plump, white flesh of the lychee.
Jiang Xianwan was quite helpless.
Even more bewildered.
No matter what she thought, she couldn't control her mouth.
With a single utterance of her lips, she poured out her heart again.
"Who sent you?"
The tone was clearly one of displeasure, a clear indication that the person was being told to leave.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
That's not what she meant to say.
She wanted to say... "Have you really mistaken me for someone else?"
I just want to have a proper talk with the twins.
The sound faded.
Yao Ling's fingertips stiffened, and the lychee flesh slipped off, falling onto his snow-white robe.
The boy on her lap also involuntarily tensed his back, which had just relaxed, and his breath seemed to disappear for a moment.
Wanting to avoid the topic, she quickly lowered her eyelashes.
The pressure on her cheek resting on her knee became lighter and lighter, almost imperceptible.
Even at this point, I still can't bear to move it.
With a hoarse voice, she called out helplessly, "Sister..."
Yao Ling's face gradually lost its color.
She couldn't help but feel disgusted, unable to control herself from always showing this annoying expression, her thick eyelashes drooping in a panic, just like Xiuyin's reaction.
She seemed very busy, her fingertips trembling as she hurriedly picked up the lychee flesh and hastily put it aside.
Helpless, she whispered, "I'm sorry, sister."
She whispered again, "We...we just miss our sister so much..."
They explained cautiously that they had taken it upon themselves to create this cave as a refuge and hide here.
Jiang Xianwan closed his eyes heavily for a moment.
She didn't know when or how the entanglement between the Realm Emperor and the twins began.
It's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.
One side evades, the other pursues.
However, she knew all too well that the Emperor's thoughts never included matters of romance and beauty.
Cultivating both slaughter and ruthlessness, one is born with blood on one's hands and devoid of emotion.
Her hands and her heart were filled with nothing but endless killing; she could neither feel nor understand what the seven emotions or the six desires were.
Destined to be alone until one's soul dissipates.
Can.
The body now houses Jiang Xianwan, three hundred years in the future.
She had no idea what to do.
What should we do about the twins?
How should we treat this friendship?
Overwhelmed by a chaotic and complex mix of emotions, she briefly regained control of the body once more.
He only had time to slowly utter half a sentence—
"I am not your older sister..."
Perhaps, or rather, she's not the older sister you all know.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The second half of the sentence got stuck in my throat.
It's stuck in this body.
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