Chapter 81: The Emperor's Hidden Life is Over
He made all the mistakes from beginning to end.
Di Yin's bony fingers, curled up on his knees, trembled slightly, and the sticky blood stained his clothes a dark color.
His eyes darted around, filled with a hint of unspeakable panic, and he shook his head unconsciously.
Even his own lips and tongue could not be controlled, escaping trembling, wet, dry, and indistinct painful gasps.
He couldn't utter a single word.
The last contraceptive pill was indeed fed to Jiang Xianwan by him personally.
Only after she left did he suddenly realize how hurtful his beastly behavior had been.
He should have said it a long time ago, even if he knew she was unwilling, he should have told her his thoughts.
He never wanted her to take any contraceptive pills.
If they were to have a child, he should be the best father in the world, take good care of Jiang Xianwan, put them first in everything, and never be separated from them in this life.
But he personally fed her one.
Jiang Xianwan also left.
Jiang Xianwan looked at the Northern Emperor beside her, who was swaying and about to die at any moment, without a trace of anger or resentment in her eyes.
As expected, Di Yin wouldn't do such a thing.
I pried open one of his hands and wiped the blood off the sword.
"I understand," she said softly.
It seems that letting go of oneself and letting go of Di Yin is such an easy and quick thing.
Besides ignoring him and rejecting him, she would also say some heartfelt things.
You can't erase her son's biological father.
If the matter of the contraceptive pill was truly a spur-of-the-moment decision by Di Yin, regardless of her motives, she would never allow Jiang Xingxing to have such a father.
Not to mention accepting the spirit sword.
While Jiang Xianwan showed no sign of surprise, Di Yin did not feel any relief despite her nonchalant tone and the way she took the spirit sword.
He knew perfectly well that Jiang Xianwan's reaction was simply because, to her, he was... insignificant.
Like a marionette, its stiff body trembled slightly, as if it were a sculpture that had experienced the despair of world-ending destruction and was about to shatter at the slightest touch.
Jiang Xianwan wanted to shake her head as she read it.
Emperor Yin is truly finished.
It's hopeless.
She sighed silently and casually placed a handkerchief on the table.
It wasn't Di Yin; it was the small handkerchief Jiang Xingxing had used. Giving him one wouldn't be a bad idea.
I don't plan to be honest about it right now.
In these past few days, she has been able to figure out Di Yin's hidden personality.
He used to have a cool and aloof appearance, but as the fish said, he was always putting on an act.
After suffering a severe beating, he realized what had happened and was utterly shattered.
If he knew that she had given birth to his eldest son, he would be heartbroken and die on the spot.
She didn't feel sorry for Di Yin; after all, he deserved it and deserved a beating. However, she hesitated because of Jiang Xingxing.
But she doesn't have the final say on this; it depends on Feng Huixue's attitude.
Di Yin's eyes were blurred with blood mist. Through the mist, he tried hard to see the handkerchief embroidered with two blurry characters that he couldn't make out. His already chaotic heartbeat suddenly made him almost faint.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt something, along with the faint scent of milk, densely and frantically filling his heart, leaving him completely disoriented.
There was a kind of despair, a feeling of missing out on something yet grasping onto something very important, that tore at his soul.
Before he could recover from the pain he had just experienced, he was plunged into another kind of excruciating pain that nearly broke him.
His hands trembled as he barely managed to cleanse them with his spiritual power, then lifted the handkerchief, and his entire body crumbled into dust little by little.
Jiang Xianwan pursed her lips.
Jiang Xingxing, whose face bore a striking resemblance to this one, appeared before his eyes, causing him to momentarily lose his senses.
One can imagine that Di Yin would be an excellent father, just like... Feng Huixue.
She gently turned her eyes away, unwilling to say more.
She had already told him what she needed to say.
When it comes to matters of the heart, she cannot make decisions for Di Yin.
Having asked what he wanted, he quickly composed himself, flicked the sword lightly, and said, "I will not form a contract with you. You decide for yourself whether you want to follow me."
want!
I want!
I want to follow you!
Wait, in a flurry of activity, a few clear, trembling sounds rang out.
It was originally jealous of the broken sword that had made a contract with Jiang Xianwan before it.
At this moment, fearing that they would be implicated by Di Yin, they nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.
Even if Wanwan still refuses to make a contract with it, it will keep trying and one day Wanwan will see its true feelings!
Even a concubine!
It's willing too!
Because there was no contract, Jiang Xianwan could only stuff it into a mustard seed bag.
She was surprised by the seemingly excited thoughts of the sword spirit in her sea of consciousness, and her lips twitched slightly.
It's easy to see that if she had signed the contract with 'Wait' without saying a word, Henjian would have been filled with self-pity and tears in his eyes.
After doing all this, Jiang Xianwan turned her head, coughed lightly, and shooed them away, "Do you have anything else to say? If not, you can leave."
At this moment, the Northern Emperor was still trapped in a state of shattered spirit and broken heart, his eyes still veiled with red mist and tears.
The way he held the handkerchief was as if he were holding the whole world.
His choked voice only produced a few sweet, bloody breaths.
Some parts are hard to hear clearly.
“Wu Miao, his disciple.”
Jiang Xianwan looked at him quietly.
Di Yin swayed precariously and lowered his head.
"Myself."
"I'll do whatever you want."
Jiang Xianwan has her own ideas and doesn't like others interfering in her affairs.
If he acts without permission, she will be unhappy and may even distance herself from him.
He dared not show himself openly, also for fear of causing Jiang Xianwan gossip and trouble without her permission.
He had carefully considered all of these things over and over again.
Jiang Xianwan doesn't rely on anyone; he can still handle everything and climb to the top step by step.
If she gets tired, he will always be there for her.
The most important thing he should do is correct himself, make amends, and repair the rift between them.
Even if she has someone else, even if she waits until her soul dissipates.
He was Jiang Xianwan's man in life, and he will be Jiang Xianwan's ghost in death.
Furthermore, after returning, he planned to thoroughly purge the Eternal Sect from top to bottom, including himself.
Di Yin forced out a few breaths, the rest of his words stuck in his throat.
He only said three simple sentences, which Jiang Xianwan could easily understand.
That's roughly the meaning.
Whether it's Wu Miao or Lin Qingran, they should take action when necessary. If she gets tired, she can ask him to come online.
Not only the two of them, but also himself.
No matter how much she tortures him, how coldly she treats him, or how much she has someone else, Di Yin will wait until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, until she forgives him.
Jiang Xianwan couldn't care less about his thoughts. Enduring the familiar headache, she said in a flat voice, "Fine, you can go."
If he continues to be envious, even a heartless blind man would be moved to tears.
Di Yin silently bit his lips, leaving deep marks, and after touching them for a while, gently placed something in her hand.
After he got together with Jiang Xianwan, he learned that Wu Miao would give her a mustard seed pouch, so he began to prepare it.
As a result, before he was ready, he received a message saying "wait" and a letter.
Jiang Xianwan didn't refuse; she was mainly curious and wanted to take a look. She released a wisp of spiritual energy from her fingertip, which then entered the spatial mustard seed.
The next moment, his usually calm expression... couldn't help but twist slightly.
Goodness...
The Northern Emperor... he probably doesn't even have his underwear left, right?
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