Chapter 42 Losing Face
Jiang Xianwan remained silent. Under Yun Weize's silent gaze, she got up, went into the pavilion, and placed the bucket on the table.
He pushed aside the teacup in front of him, which had obviously been used, took a new one, and pushed it forward.
"Then let's drink water."
Yun Weize: "..." Silently filled it up.
Jiang Xianwan drank three cups in a row and asked, "Your Majesty, where should this disciple sweep the floor?"
Yun Weize: "...How did you know I was the Emperor?"
Didn't you say something that day?
Yun Weize: "...Yes."
When one hand got tired, she switched to the other. "Your face, is it painted on?"
She wasn't afraid of him at all.
He seemed quite relaxed.
His demeanor was completely different from how others saw him, who were extremely respectful.
Surprisingly, I felt... there was nothing wrong with it.
After all, she slept with the Northern Emperor for a year and then dared to run away.
He was taught by his brother, so you can imagine how good he is.
Yun Weize had been gossiping with Di Yin a lot these past two days, but Di Yin was a quiet and reserved person, like a gourd with its mouth sawed off.
He was unsure what was going on with those two furnace cauldrons.
I'm not sure, I need to take another look.
Jiang Xianwan touched her face. "You noticed?"
Yun Weize: "Mm."
I almost didn't notice.
Jiang Xianwan remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Where should I sweep the floor?"
Yun Weize: "..."
After a few moments of silence, he lightly lifted his fingertip and said, "There."
Jiang Xianwan followed his gaze, and the corner of her lips twitched.
That hilltop is really remote.
He put away the bucket and stood up.
"This disciple takes his leave."
Yun Weize raised an eyebrow slightly.
Doesn't she ever ask why?
Aren't you curious about who you're sweeping for?
Just like that, you left?
His bright eyes fell on the girl's back, and his fingertips twitched slightly beneath his wide sleeves.
But after taking two steps, she suddenly turned back.
He stretched out his hand.
Yun Weize: "..." Why does this gesture of reaching out seem so familiar?
As expected, Jiang Xianwan opened her innocent eyes and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, aren't you going to give your disciple a gift?"
Yun Weize: "..." I knew it, he'd die just like his brother.
He pulled a mustard seed pouch from his sleeve, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I thought you didn't want it."
Jiang Xianwan ran back in two steps, took the mustard seed bag, and instead of leaving, climbed up the pole. "Your Majesty, is there something you've forgotten?"
Yunweize remained silent.
Okay, he already understands Jiang Xianwan's thought process very well.
However, he did intend to tease her just now.
Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Yun Weize smiled and couldn't help but chuckle, pulling out three mustard seed pouches from his wide sleeve.
"Of course, you can have them all."
Jiang Xianwan was overjoyed; she had never met such a sensible and generous person!
He accepted it without ceremony, saying, "Thank you so much, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is too kind!"
In this respect, he's much more reliable than those pretty girls who only know how to swindle them all day long!
Yun Weize couldn't remember how many compliments he had heard, but for some reason, he had never felt so happy and content.
She smiled again, "Am I alright?"
Jiang Xianwan nodded, "Okay."
She believed in first impressions and felt that Yun Weize was a very nice person at first glance.
Although the true appearance of the Southern Emperor was as beautiful as a flower, like a jade epiphyllum under the moon, it overturned my imagination.
It felt unexpected, which was actually quite nice.
So, Jiang Xianwan, who had a natural filter of appreciating beauty, generously took out two jars of syrup and honey.
"A return gift."
It seemed to be the first time Yun Weize had ever received such a gift in return.
A slightly surprised gaze shifted from the girl's face to the two exquisite porcelain jars, and for a moment, he was momentarily lost in thought.
Then he laughed happily, "A nice return gift, I'll accept it."
Now that he has accepted her gifts, it is only right that he, Yun Weize, should protect them from now on.
Jiang Xianwan had no idea what this "I" meant.
But because of this word, a barely perceptible, inexplicable look flashed across his eyes.
Yun Weize watched Jiang Xianwan leave, then with a flick of his wide sleeve, he put away the two small jars.
If he collects it too slowly, Di Yin probably won't leave it for him.
She accepted the gift, leaned back, and let her eyelashes smooth out a faint wrinkle on her sleeve. "Honestly, I regret it."
Emperor Yin, dressed in snow-white robes that swept across the ground like smoke, sat down, his slender fingers fiddling with the chessboard, his eyes lowered and silent.
Seeing his perpetually indifferent expression, Yun Weize's good mood vanished by eight-tenths.
No wonder Jiang Xian ran away late; who would want to spend all day with a block of ice who never smiles and can't utter a single word?
Jiang Xianwan is energetic, quick-witted, and loves excitement. His personality is completely opposite to Di Yin's, so it's hard to imagine how the two of them get along.
Thinking about Di Yin's actions, Yun Weize found it truly amusing.
He took a magic pill to cover his hair color and hid away, avoiding Jiang Xianwan and even more so, Fengyi.
When has the supreme and noble emperor ever lowered his stance and become so hesitant and cautious?
"Afraid she'll run away?"
Di Yin paused slightly, his heavy eyelashes slowly lifted, his expression remaining as indifferent and detached as ever.
But what he said was very strange.
"Yun Weize, she is mine."
Yun Wei Ze frowned.
However, the Southern Emperor was ignorant of romance.
He replied simply, "We'll wait and see."
On the other side, the further Jiang Xianwan walked in, the less he could see the other disciples.
Apart from the chirping of insects and birds, and the occasional dart of small animals, the place is sparsely populated and deserted.
She took a deep breath, used the broom as a crutch, and continued climbing.
Who would be so kind as to live in such a godforsaken place, even though the pavilion in front of us is quite luxurious?
What I really want to complain about is...
The moment her palm touched the door, her spiritual power was instantly suppressed and completely destroyed.
I almost thought I was having my period again.
Not only was his spiritual energy blocked, but his whole body felt like he was carrying a mountain, and his legs felt like lead.
As Jiang Xianwan stepped into the waterside pavilion, a strange gravity suddenly overwhelmed her, almost forcing her to her knees.
She steadied herself on a sturdy purple bamboo and looked around.
This place is ancient and serene, with three houses built of purple bamboo and a vast lotus pond. The water lilies are magnificent, their beauty dazzling.
The spiritual energy was exceptionally rich and pure, squeezing into the body without restraint.
It was as if even the speed of the wind had slowed down due to the invisible force of gravity, and had taken on a shape.
It's as if time here is more than three times slower than outside.
Jiang Xianwan's legs trembled like noodles as he struggled to take a step.
When she finally reached the edge of the lotus pond, she could no longer withstand the strange force, her legs buckled, and she fell to the ground.
I knew a hundred spirit stones wouldn't be easy to get!
She has difficulty even standing up, and can't even lift a broom, so how can she sweep the floor?
Are you trying to lose face?
Jiang Xianwan's face was covered in a layer of hot sweat. He gritted his teeth, supported himself on his knees with both hands, and tried to stand up while his legs trembled.
The next second, he fell flat on his face again.
"puff!"
A muffled, mocking laugh came from afar.
Jiang Xianwan turned her head with difficulty. "Who?"
"Fool!"
Another sound.
Jiang Xianwan looked towards the water lilies in the pond when she heard the sound, and her eyes widened in surprise.
How can that big, fat fish swim so fast?
Furthermore, she actually saw irony in the face of a fish?
Jiang Xianwan stared silently at the plump, white fish with two small horns on its head, its head shimmering. A question mark appeared above her head.
How can a fish have dragon horns?
Is this a fish or a dragon?
A white arowana?
Could it be the guardian spirit beast of the Taixu Sect, an ancestral one?
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