What is the deeper meaning of Chapter 247?
The hand supporting her waist was extremely steady. In her blurred vision, Jiang Xianwan instinctively grabbed the smooth fabric beneath her palm and used it to straighten up.
He looked left, looked right, looked down, his gaze darting away, avoiding looking at Yun Weize.
Honestly, she didn't know why either.
The day before she left for the Demon Realm, she and Yun Weize were still quite relaxed with each other.
possible……
Let's set aside the possibilities for now.
She certainly noticed that Yun Weize's recent reactions in the channel were very strange, and he hadn't said a word since.
No matter how curiously Fei Ling tagged him or deliberately teased him, the Southern Emperor remained unmoved.
It doesn't even have a wire.
With the help of the beautiful woman wishing her peace, Jiang Xianwan was certain that Yun Weize's mood might have been in serious trouble recently.
Given the example of Di Yinyi nearly shattering his Dao heart upon seeing her last night, Jiang Xianwan couldn't explain why she didn't want to face Yun Weize right now.
So, he secretly moved his foot a step to the right.
Its drape was superb, like a garment set against the backdrop of the deep night, swaying slightly.
The clouds are on the left side of the marsh.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Yun Weize may have wanted to pass by her right side.
Jiang Xianwan immediately took two large steps to the left, bowing her head respectfully, "Your Majesty, please."
The dark hem of the robe brushed silently against the ground, accompanied by a clear, cool breath and a slight movement.
The clouds are over the marshland, moving to the right.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She lowered her head, her hand slightly outstretched, maintaining a gesture of giving way.
After an unknown amount of time, the fabric, which hung and swayed, with its subtle patterns flowing in the light and shadow, still did not move an inch.
The robes were like ink stains newly blooming on plain silk, sometimes rolled up, sometimes unfurled.
It was as if the ink had dried, yet the person remained motionless.
Just then, several exhausted disciples emerged from the Void Ancient Realm, arms around each other's shoulders.
Immediately, a low, excited shout, like a tidal wave bursting through a dam, surged toward the two people standing face to face.
At first glance, they all sound like familiar friends.
Jiang Xianwan barely managed to suppress the twitching of her eyebrows and straightened up abruptly.
Without looking to the side, he took a step aside and ran.
However, she ran away empty-handed.
A tight grip on the back of her neck, her collar was lifted by a slender hand, and her body swayed and turned around.
His feet were dangling in the air, his expression blank, and reflected in his eyes was the equally expressionless face of the Southern Emperor.
Jiang Xianwan withdrew her fingertips, swallowing back the words she wanted to say to ease the tension.
Indeed, Yun Weize's expression looked far too indifferent.
It gave her a kind of paleness that seemed to crumble like the Emperor's Shadow.
Silver pebbles lose their luster, and rouge fades into pale snow.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly froze, and the subtle expression in her eyes vanished.
Instead, there is a shallow and confusing mess that is hard to describe, and can be described as contradictory and bewildering.
She stared blankly into those eyes, which should have been shimmering like a golden mirror, but now they were devoid of any emotion, empty and almost blank.
It's as if all emotions and desires have been stripped away, leaving only a desolate, empty shell.
Beautiful yet fragile, it resembles a fine porcelain piece that has lost its soul.
Eternal darkness descends.
Jiang Xianwan was slightly taken aback.
"Emperor?"
What is he looking at through her eyes?
Why isn't Yun Weize laughing?
The sound of the wind and the gossiping chatter ceased in her ears for a moment.
Jiang Xianwan's fingertips twitched slightly, subconsciously wanting to touch his body temperature.
Yun Weize's eyelashes trembled very slowly, and then he gently lifted her up a little.
Her fingers slipped through his smooth, silky black hair, unconsciously creeping up his neck.
"Holy crap!"
Lin Yujin bent over slightly, as if she had been punched out of nowhere, clutching her chest in anguish. Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye gasped and collapsed on the spot.
Not to mention those little friends who were howling like mad dogs, several elders stared with eyes as wide as copper bells, as if they had been electrocuted several times, and they trembled as they looked at them.
Jiang Xianwan was stunned.
His two forearms slowly drooped down.
The man carrying her seemed to freeze in place.
He neither laughed nor got angry, and his expression remained unchanged.
He Weiyu and her group of friends, who had squatted down and were cracking sunflower seeds, started yelling even louder.
"Holy crap... Jiang Xianwan hugged the Emperor!"
"Aaaaaah! They just hugged like that, all alluring and fresh-faced?!"
"What does it feel like to hug the Emperor?"
"To be honest, the Emperor really did hug Jiang Xianwan!"
During the Xuan Gu Tournament, the Phoenix Sword Master and his companions were hidden in a cloud boat amidst the clouds, making it impossible to see their faces.
He Weiyu and Xiuyan were also seeing the true face of the Southern Emperor for the first time.
Legend has it that their Southern Emperor resides on the Cloud Steps Moon Land's Floating Platform, a place so remote that even the sect leader and elders of the Taixu Sect rarely see him.
I never expected that the first time I saw it, it would be such an uplifting scene.
He Weiyu cupped her face in her hands, almost fainting with excitement, "I knew it! I stood on the right side!!!"
Xiu Yan: "What's the difference between this and a married couple meeting? She really wants more, doesn't she? She's even managed to seduce our Emperor!"
"Jiang Xianwan is really hungry."
Qin Qin stood there, sword in hand, stunned.
The man with the exquisite, jade-like beauty overlapped in my line of sight with the man I had seen that night in Jiang Xianwan's courtyard.
Qin Qin slowly lowered her eyes.
Jiang Xianwan looked up at the Southern Emperor's indifferent expression, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, this disciple can't breathe."
Yun Weize seemed to have been watching her for too long, so long that his fingertips seemed to have exhausted their strength, before he put her down, his dark sleeves trailing on the ground.
He remained silent, so Jiang Xianwan had to try to start a conversation.
"You're awake?"
The latter seemed to glance at her, or perhaps not.
Her brows were furrowed, her voice was soft and gentle, and it dissipated with a gust of wind.
"litchi."
Jiang Xianwan pursed her lips and brought out a large bowl of chilled lychees.
Yunweize remained motionless, neither moving nor taking the bait.
Her eyelashes were jet black and long, her eyelids were slightly lowered, she remained still and did not look.
He seemed unaware of what he was saying or doing.
Jiang Xianwan held the bowl of lychees for a long time, her gaze focused, trying to see through his expression.
Was he unhappy because of Fei Ling's words, or was he just too tired and exhausted lately?
Or perhaps...
Jiang Xianwan was filled with mixed emotions.
The abnormally terrifying emperor suddenly gathered his sleeves and turned around, allowing people to catch a glimpse of a fragment of his golden robe flowing in the dark night starry river.
She remained in the position of handing over the basin, staring at the door that had closed again, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
Lin Yujin couldn't bear to see her junior sister looking so helpless and pitiful, so she walked over and patted her on the shoulder.
A soft sigh serves as a reminder.
Is it possible that this lychee has another, deeper meaning?
He suddenly felt that the world was terrifying.
For a moment, not only did the Mist Sect Leader want to die, but his Emperor also wanted to die.
but.
His junior sister is even more pitiful.
After appeasing this person, they appeased that person.
But when faced with someone, I'm unsure of what role or attitude to take in comforting them.
"What deeper meaning?"
Jiang Xianwan looked at him with a shocked expression that seemed to say, "Junior brother, when did you become so smart?" and "How come I didn't realize that?"
Seeing his junior sister pretending nothing had happened and deceiving herself, Su Qingliu picked up a few lychees from the basin, patted her head, and silently left.
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