Chapter 334 Fallen Girl
Seeing the large white fish with its two fins trembling and its two little horns shoving at her face, Jiang Xianwan gave a perfunctory "oh".
I wasn't in the mood to discuss fish or anything like that with it, so I just casually stuffed the scales into its mouth.
"Oh, then it's yours."
fish:"……"
It opened its mouth, spitting out scales, intending to spit out two bubbles for her, but upon seeing the white scale floating in mid-air, its brain went completely blank.
This glowing scale really is its... Snow Silver Scale!
How could that be!
How could it give away its most prized and beautiful scales to someone else!
But there's only one dragon carp in the world!
unique!
Besides, if it really was a gift to her, how could she have the nerve to say something as immoral as "Then it's yours"?
Jiang Xianwan, seeing that the fish seemed to lack brainpower, knew that it probably needed to think about it for a while.
She ignored the fish, standing quietly under the starry night sky, with a bright crescent moon behind her, half her face hidden in the hazy darkness.
He appeared calm and composed, but his opening remarks were actually quite outrageous.
With a blank expression, he said, "The Northern Emperor?"
Or perhaps, a friendly greeting like, "I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by?"
She wasn't worried that Di Yin would beat her up right away. Compared to Hua Meiren and the others, Di Yin seemed unapproachable, but in reality, he had the best temper.
However, in this world... that's not necessarily true.
Jiang Xianwan's thoughts drifted away, and her gaze became unfocused; she was clearly lost in thought.
Unbeknownst to him, Di Yin had silently and gently put down the scroll in his hand.
Until a chilling breath, etched into one's very bones, suddenly approaches, stopping at just the right distance, enough to bring an invisible pressure.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly came to her senses, and the fear of being completely dominated and almost suffocated in the bed room surged up her spine.
Almost reflexively, he took two steps back to create some distance.
The person before me, dressed in snow-white robes and with silver hair, was as aloof and cold as snowflakes in the clouds, a banished immortal from the highest heavens, yet somehow stirred within me a lingering, delusional desire to be tainted by him.
His wide sleeves fell like snow, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and every stroke of his face was filled with the loneliness that time had left behind.
With her eyes slightly lowered, long, dark eyelashes concealed a pair of clear, cold eyes that seemed to hold the shimmering light of countless stars, making the entire sky pale in comparison.
At this moment, those crystal-clear eyes, which should have reflected the light of the sky, were unusually filled with a dazed look.
Like a lake surface after a snowfall, the reflections of clouds and sky are suddenly disturbed by the wind.
“My…bell.”
His voice was low and hoarse, shrouded in thick fog, revealing an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.
"Have we... met before?"
The words had barely left his mouth when a violent ripple spread across his eyes, cracking and scattering fragments of light.
That question seemed to be directed at her, but it was also a question posed to the depths of his own soul.
Immediately, a faint blush involuntarily rose to the corners of her eyes, which had never been tainted by worldly affairs, like the first wisp of sunset igniting on the snow, quietly and dazzlingly bright.
Jiang Xianwan remained silent, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.
Di Yin gazed quietly at her features, his tone carrying a hint of uncertain inquiry.
"I think... I should know you."
For no reason at all.
He had never stepped out of the Wuyun Palace, nor had he ever met any woman.
If it weren't for the loss of the Calamity Bow, the turmoil in the Void Ancient Realm, and the sudden condition proposed by Wumiao's disciple, he would still be here forever.
No one knows how long he has been sitting alone by this window.
Time passes silently, and my soul is drying up.
But at that very moment, it was as if a small pebble had suddenly been thrown into that vast and desolate sea of consciousness.
That snow-white bell... it's his!
Di Yin stared intently at the girl before him, unconsciously holding his breath.
I fear shattering a fragile dream.
He parted his thin lips slightly, keeping his voice extremely low, like a gentle breeze brushing across the snow, as if afraid of disturbing the person standing just inches away.
"I'd like to know, what... is your name?"
Jiang Xianwan turned her gaze away from the bell and quietly looked into his eyes.
"Good morning."
"Don't be late, come early, early."
She often arrived late, and Emperor Yin endured the hardship and pitiful suffering of waiting.
He seemed to have no desires, like a snowdrift, but only she knew that whenever the bed curtains fell and the candlelight flickered red, he would shed his cold exterior and become as uncontrollable as an avalanche.
Upon hearing that soft voice, Di Yin unconsciously curled a strange smile at the corner of his lips and repeated it softly.
"Good morning..."
"Good morning..."
The two words flowed between his lips, revealing a refreshing quality he hadn't seen in a long time, and even... an unprecedented tenderness.
“Liar.” He suddenly uttered the two words in a low voice, his tone tinged with grievance.
Her name is clearly not Zaozao.
"Are you... called Wanwan?"
He didn't miss the fleeting glint of cunning in the girl's eyes.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes flickered slightly, and after a long silence, she finally regained her composure under his gaze.
The answer was irrelevant.
"Did you and Lin Qingran... ever get together?"
Her question was direct, clear, and left no room for evasion.
Di Yin was taken aback at first, then hurriedly blurted out, "No!"
He spoke urgently, as if afraid that if he hesitated even a second, she wouldn't believe him.
There's nothing there!
He followed up with another sentence, speaking faster and faster, as if only in this way could he offer his whole heart.
"Neither Fengyi nor Yun Weize have it."
"We...we didn't know either, we just agreed to her request..."
"The Bow of Calamity is lost, and the Void Ancient Realm is in turmoil. We originally intended to suppress it with our own cultivation... Wanwan, I didn't... I was wrong..."
"No...that's not it..."
It shouldn't be like this...
No one knows that when he saw the three bells on her ankles, his soul was instantly torn apart.
That one, as smooth and clear as glass, was clearly his.
The other two... are Fengyi and Yun Weize!
His mind went blank again, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his temples. He could no longer figure out where she came from.
Driven only by instinct, he managed to squeeze out the last vestiges of his clarity and confide these unspoken truths to her.
Looking at his reddened eyes and his face slightly contorted with pain, Jiang Xianwan was slightly taken aback.
She asked softly, "How...did you get rid of that foul air?"
Di Yin's eyes suddenly trembled, and a pale, almost fragile look appeared on his face.
She did recognize him, as expected.
Apart from Yun Weize and Wumiao, no one else knew about this matter.
His voice was low and hoarse, each word strained out from his throat.
"Seclusion...for several years."
He looked up again, barely managing to pull his gaze away from the bell, his eyes surging with emotion, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who... are you?"
She was not in his memory.
But suddenly, an almost insane guess surged into my mind—
Their ideas coincided with those of Fengyi and Yun Weize.
Perhaps... she doesn't belong to this world at all!
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. He casually brushed aside the fish that was clinging to a scale and leaning closer as if to say something, and answered his question.
Every word.
“I am a fallen girl who slept with you for a year, gave birth to your son, but was abandoned by you and my son.”
Di Yin: "...!"
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