The 79th octopus can prove it.
She stepped forward and bent down slightly, moving the stool aside a bit. "Wanwan, please sit down."
To be fair, Di Yin's romantic tendencies have added a touch of humanity to his otherwise aloof and refined demeanor.
Jiang Xianwan thought for a moment and then sat down.
Seeing that Di Yin had finished all this and was standing there dumbfounded, like a servant of her and the Southern Emperor, she helplessly pointed to her side.
The latter was stunned for a moment, flattered and overwhelmed. With a bewildered, childlike expression, he sat down awkwardly, feeling dizzy and unsteady.
Yun Weize moved back slightly, trying to make room for the two of them, but it was clear that Di Yin didn't mind his presence.
Whether to leave or not seems wrong right now, so I can only lower my eyelashes and pretend to be a clueless puppet, ignoring everything that's going on outside.
My hand reached for the teacup... but instead found nothing.
The Northern Emperor gently touched his lips, his silver hair cascading down over his black robes, his appearance as delicate as jade, with a subtle, pearly luster.
He meticulously added a cup of water, his expression calm and focused, and silently placed the teacup gently in front of Jiang Xianwan.
Yun Weize: "..."
He slowly withdrew his fingertips, his large sleeves piling up on his knees like light clouds obscuring the moon.
For some reason, while Jiang Xianwan couldn't bear to look directly at Di Yin's series of actions, she also felt a strange, eerie atmosphere gradually spreading.
She glanced at Yun Weize subconsciously.
Just then, the Southern Emperor's gaze met hers as he gently lifted his eyelashes and looked away from the teacup in her hand.
Yun Weize bit his lip and then looked away.
He casually lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, but suddenly his body stiffened, his breathing became slightly rapid, and his expression became disordered and confused.
Without making a sound, he frantically stomped back the black flower bud that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was about to bloom.
As their eyes met, and Di Yin, who had noticed the unusual behavior under the table, silently admonished himself.
If you don't change, you're completely doomed.
If you're not generous enough, you might as well give up on life.
He exhaled softly and tugged at the soft blue sleeve.
Jiang Xianwan turned his head away.
His eyes were lowered, and when he looked at her like that, his expression was somewhat stiff.
"Wait a minute," Di Yin said softly, placing a violently trembling spirit sword in her hand.
After three years, the spirit sword was finally held in Jiang Xianwan's hand again. It could no longer hold back and burst into tears, its blade rippling with snow-white waves.
Within his sea of consciousness, the sleeping sword spirit seemed to sense some kind of danger, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
That sorrowful atmosphere once again caused Jiang Xianwan's face to go blank for a moment.
Hearing the soft voice beside him, his eyes focused.
Seeing that her expression was off, Di Yin spoke again, his tone becoming increasingly tense, and explained softly, "I'm leaving, but it won't let me."
He came to say goodbye to Jiangxin Xianwan.
Furthermore, you should earnestly and sincerely admit to each and every mistake you made.
Jiang Xianwan frowned.
She really didn't want the sword.
In fact, every time she sees it, it reminds her that she always rode in it when she went to fulfill her obligations.
This feeling... it really isn't exactly happy.
Furthermore, she has never liked using a sword.
Just as she opened her mouth to refuse, Di Yin hesitated, then placed the snow-white fish in her other hand, saying, "It won't leave either."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The sword and the fish embraced and wept bitterly, their cries a heart-wrenching and utterly tragic.
Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who see it weep.
Jiang Xianwan stared at Yijian and Yiyu, the sword spirit in his sea of consciousness still emanating a sad aura.
With a headache, he pushed the fish and sword away, saying, "I can't carry them."
What does it mean that she took Di Yin's fish?
This sword was never bound to her; she only used it temporarily to fly.
Yun Weize lowered his eyelashes, staring intently at the teacup in his hand, seemingly oblivious to the tug-of-war between the two.
Di Yin lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the warm, moist feeling welling up in them, and slowly brushed his fingertips across the sword.
Jiang Xianwan felt somewhat helpless.
No matter how much trouble they had, she didn't want to make the Northern Emperor cry in front of the Southern Emperor.
He picked up the dragon carp, stroked its two little horns, and tried to "brainwash" the fish, "Little Fish, will you listen to me?"
The dragon carp blinked its fish eyes, tears streaming down its face like a broken string, threatening to drown her. "I want to be with you."
The owner nodded in agreement.
“I know,” Jiang Xianwan said, picking it up to eye level, “but isn’t it a bit odd for a disciple from the Southern Territory to be carrying a fish from the Northern Territory?”
"The inter-realm competition is coming up soon. I'll have time to come see you, okay?"
Of course, she was just coaxing the fish.
The dragon carp could tell perfectly well that Jiang Xianwan didn't want it at all. With tears in its eyes, it said, "You're lying to the fish. You'll never come to see me."
Jiang Xianwan's voice froze; unexpectedly, Yu Nao had come online.
He stroked its two little horns like petting its fur, then surrendered, "I'm not lying, you'll come with Master Wu."
The fish knew that Jiang Xianwan's repeated refrains were simply a matter of not wanting it.
It wanted to follow her, and even more so, it wanted to obey her. After sobbing for a long time, it nodded with a pitiful look on its face, "Then you have to remember to think of me every day."
Then, feigning a fierce tone, he said, "Otherwise, I'll run you over."
He pretended to bump her hand with his head.
"..." Jiang Xianwan choked for a moment, "Okay."
And then run her over?
After comforting the fish, Jiang Xianwan went to look at Lingjian, who was trembling with sobs, and a complex look flashed in her eyes.
Di Yin lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttering like mist, his eyes dim.
The emperor, who was once as beautiful as a jade flower adorning a branch, was now fallen into the mud, his face as white as snow, with only a touch of tender red on his lips.
"Wanwan, it has really missed you for a long time."
He tentatively peeked out from the hem of Jiang Xianwan's clothes and gently tugged at her sleeve. His glassy eyes revealed a pitiful pleading look, and he even spoke in a humble tone.
"Could you please not discard it?"
Don't abandon me either.
He knew in his heart that if Jiang Xianwan refused to accept the sword today, there would be no room for reconciliation between them.
Di Yin didn't feel embarrassed at all by being watched by Yun Weize, nor did he feel any embarrassment in his current state.
Seeing its owner silently weeping, looking as pitiful as if its cheeks had been gouged out and sprinkled with salt, the dragon carp couldn't help but weakly raise its fin, "Wanwan, if you don't want me, can you take Dengdeng instead?"
“Master really knows he was wrong. You know, he looks like a person, but he's not as smart as Yu. Apart from Yu staying with him in the Wuyun Palace all day long since he was a child, he has hardly spoken a few words to anyone all year round.”
"He's just slow-witted, or to put it bluntly, a bit dim-witted. He didn't understand sooner, but he never thought of breaking up with you. He raised the fish, and the fish can prove it!"
"After you left, he asked me if he had made a mistake. He only came to find you after two years because he was afraid you would misunderstand that he was doing this to... cleanse himself of impurities, so he brought the fish here to ask the Southern Emperor for help in finding you."
"Also, the Dew of Spiritual Ze was begged by Wu Miao on his knees. The master really only came to find you and had no ulterior motives. I had to remind him before he remembered to ask. If you don't believe me, ask the Southern Emperor."
Yun Weize nodded subconsciously.
However, this matter is clearly not the main point of the conflict between the two.
Longli cautiously observed her reaction, stammering as he continued, "Regarding... things from the past, you can beat him up however you want to vent your anger. I guarantee he's thought about it a thousand times over, and he'd probably even kowtow to you so you can beat him up!"
"In the room where you slept, behind that entire wall of landscape painting, there were already portraits of you hanging everywhere! Yu stole them and was punished."
The owner dared not say some things; he had raised the dragon carp, so he understood why to some extent.
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