Chapter 59 You've Been Possessed
A handsome figure swayed in the bright sunlight, and the person slowly stepped across the threshold and closed the door behind them.
Jiang Xianwan's heart skipped a beat as the door closed.
She stared blankly at the man with silver hair that reached his shoulders, a trace of blood on his cheek, as white as frost and snow, both strange and familiar. As she took a step back, she stumbled, tripping over a stool.
When she came to her senses, she was already sitting on the visitor's lap, her ankle gently held in a long, slender hand.
She immediately began to struggle.
"Don't move."
The voice was still as emotionless as it had been three years ago, yet it still exuded an absolute control that left no room for resistance.
Jiang Xianwan hated this feeling.
The thought that their relationship was merely a transaction, and whether he had engaged in dual cultivation with Lin Qingran or something, made her violently push his hand away and jump down.
She stood barefoot on the ground, her black hair and blue dress slightly disheveled, her fair fingers gathering her clothes, her face full of defensiveness and aloofness.
Di Yin was almost at a loss, his fingers still frozen in mid-air, and Jiang Xianwan's subconscious resistance stung his heart.
They were originally the closest people in the world, knowing each other's existence.
Neither of them spoke again. Jiang Xianwan stood for a while, then calmly picked up her belt, gathered her black hair, and sat down in the chair with an air of nonchalance.
After all, standing is quite tiring.
Besides, she's not some kind of cultivation vessel for others, and she didn't take any money from Wu Miao.
However, seeing that Di Yin was just staring at her silently, she was the first to give in.
"I did not know that Your Excellency the Northern Emperor had graced my humble abode with your presence. What brings you here?"
This man was extremely taciturn, and she didn't want to stare at him from dawn till dusk, and then back to dawn.
Di Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he barely managed to focus his dazed gaze before softly uttering two words, "Look at you."
Jiang Xianwan: "...I've seen it."
"Um."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Two years later, that feeling of frustration resurfaced. He tightened his face, made up a random excuse, and asked the guest to leave, saying, "This disciple is going to sleep. Respectfully seeing off the Northern Emperor."
Di Yin looked at her quietly, then spoke again, his voice carrying an obvious hint of grievance, "You're lying."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
You noticed that?
If I can tell that, then you're quite capable.
But isn't it a bit awkward to point this out so seriously?
Clearly, the Northern Emperor felt nothing and didn't feel embarrassed at all.
He looked helpless, not wanting to be seen off; his eyelashes drooped listlessly, making him appear even more aggrieved.
Her glassy eyes reddened with hurt, and her voice choked with emotion, "Wanwan."
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
"fraud."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
It must be said that Jiang Xianwan understands him.
So what if she lied to him about calling him Jiang Zaozao? So what if she lied to him about coming earlier next time? It's all because...
Jiang Xianwan thought this with righteous indignation, but the next moment her pupils dilated and her cold expression shattered.
What did he say?
What did he just say?
"I miss you." Di Yin looked into her eyes.
His eyes were slightly red, and the wet streaks on his eyelashes resembled the mist deep in the spring mountains, like a jade mountain about to collapse, suddenly shattering into thousands of feet of ice, creating huge waves, no longer empty and devoid of anything.
Jiang Xianwan was stunned for a moment.
I thought I misheard, or that my ears were damaged.
Or perhaps, they've gone blind.
But then I heard...
Another sound.
Like a gentle breeze, carrying the vast river of time, it releases a melting, nasal sound.
"I miss you."
Jiang Xianwan remained calm, saying, "We're just doing a transaction."
Di Yin shook his head slightly, looking bewildered; his expression was unlike his usual self. "No."
"I think."
He paused, and a subtle tremor could be easily seen in his misty, glassy eyes. His voice was filled with an overwhelming tension.
"I will become your Daoist partner."
He thought.
I really want to.
Jiang Xianwan: "...?!"
What's the conclusion?
Daoist partners?
With her?
A deity, sitting high on an altar and free from desires, wants to form a spiritual partnership with a human.
Did they develop feelings for each other while sleeping together?
Jiang Xianwan didn't know if he had gone mad or if she was seeing ghosts in broad daylight. She poured herself a glass of cold water, feeling that she needed to calm down.
The cold water poured into my stomach finally calmed me down.
A calm refusal.
"Thank you for your kindness, Northern Emperor, but to me, our relationship is merely an exchange of interests, nothing more."
Di Yin's eyelashes trembled, and a touch of frost at the corner of his eye spread to his temple in the blink of an eye, then quickly disappeared, a momentary loss of composure.
Despite his seemingly terrifying control, the words he uttered were utterly astonishing.
"But I am yours."
“I did not treat it as a bargaining chip.”
He belatedly realized why he had blurted out a refusal when he first saw those eyes, but by the time he came to his senses, he had already nodded.
Afraid of upsetting her, he spoke in an incredibly soft voice, "Consider it an exchange of benefits; I'm yours too."
Jiang Xianwan was at a loss for how to react. She sat blankly in the chair, staring at the man in front of her who was bending towards her with a kind of ingratiating curve, as if the ice and snow were melting away.
Di Yin was a man whose seven emotions and six desires had been stripped away, leaving him completely untouched by worldly dust. He possessed great love, yet was also incredibly ruthless.
You've already fallen in love?
Jiang Xianwan's mind went blank for a moment, "You've been possessed?"
Di Yin: "..."
He finally moved, his fingertips cautiously emerging from his sleeve, tentatively hooking onto a bit of the girl's sleeve.
"No, don't be afraid."
There's no need for her to hide her appearance or act secretively; he won't pressure her, and he'll always be there for her.
Of course she's not afraid!
Jiang Xianwan almost slapped his hand away.
Di Yin was actually proposing to her!
"Lin Qingran and you... hmm?"
Di Yin pursed his lips, both of them drained of color. "No."
Is he really that awful that you think about him like this every night?
If it weren't for Jiang Xianwan, he wouldn't have known that Wu Miao's newly accepted disciple was named Lin Qingran.
Because she asked, he unusually said a few more words, "The disciples of Wumiao have nothing to do with me."
Yet it still doesn't feel enough; even the breath reveals a fragile self-doubt.
“I am pure. After you left, I went into seclusion. Wu Miao asked for the Emperor's Fruit for his disciple, but I refused. I came to the Southern Territory to find you. The Dew of Spiritual Lake was not specifically sought for her.”
Jiang Xianwan remained stunned for a long time.
A disciple of Wumiao?
Lin Qingran didn't bow down to him?
Clean?
Are Di Yin and Lin Qingran unrelated?
Are they innocent?
How could that be!
Finding the Dew of Spiritual Dew is secondary; finding her is the real goal.
Confused, he asked, "Didn't you have the Fruit of Emperor's Rest? Why didn't you give it to me?"
"I don't want to." Di Yin flicked his fingers and stuffed several fist-sized white fruits into Jiang Xianwan's hand.
He only gave his personal belongings to Jiang Xianwan, and only to Jiang Xianwan.
What do people who are unrelated to him have to do with him? Why should he, the emperor, have to worry about everything? What are others supposed to do?
If it weren't for Wu Miao coming to ask him for help, and he happened to be in the Southern Territory looking for Jiang Xianwan, why would he have made a special trip for a disciple?
He's not mentally unstable.
Jiang Xianwan stared at her as she ate several fruits, his expression gradually becoming distorted.
He suddenly put his hand to his forehead, as if he had a terrible headache, and said, "The Fruit of Emperor's Rest."
"Mm," Di Yin responded, clearly not finding anything amiss. "It's sweet."
His "hmm" made Jiang Xianwan instantly bristle like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
The fruit was shoved back into his hand.
Who cares if it's sweet or sour!
You can't eat it!
I can't eat anymore!
This is the fruit of Emperor Xiu!
It's not some kind of dessert!
It's something that only exists in the Northern Emperor's own spiritual realm!
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