Chapter 220 Is Now the Time to Talk About This?
After the Lu family mother and son left, the ward became completely quiet, with only the regular beeping of the monitoring equipment.
Shen Yuepo stood quietly to one side of the hospital bed, her breath almost completely concealed.
Just then, the white jade bracelet on her wrist glowed faintly, and Feng Jin's figure quietly appeared beside her.
"Why did you come out?" Shen Yuepo turned her head to look at him, her voice very soft.
Feng Jin didn't speak, but naturally took her wrist and led her from the inner room to the brightly lit reception area outside.
"sit."
He pressed on Shen Yuepo's shoulder and made her sit down on the sofa.
He sat down beside her, his posture so relaxed that it was as if he were in his own living room rather than a dangerous hospital ward.
Shen Yuepo was somewhat bewildered by his sudden action. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions.
Feng Jin was watching her leisurely, and the moment their eyes met, a hint of a smile flashed in his dark golden eyes.
He spoke, but the question he asked almost made Shen Yuepo think he was hallucinating:
"Shen Yuepo, tell me... where should we hold our wedding?"
He spoke calmly, as if discussing what to have for dinner.
"Fengdu? Or the mortal realm?"
"??"
Shen Yuepo didn't quite catch up with his sudden leap of thought, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes: "...Hmm?"
"Is now the time to talk about this...?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's smile deepened, and he held her hand even tighter in his palm.
"Why isn't it the right time?"
He turned his head to look at her, his gaze sweeping over her slightly furrowed brow, and said slowly, "Right now, you look like a fully drawn bow."
“If I touch you…” He raised his other hand and gently pinched Shen Yuepo’s cheek with his fingertips, “you’ll be launched like an arrow.”
He lightly stroked the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb, as if to soothe her.
“A string stretched too tight will break. Yun Jingyan must be eliminated, but there’s no need to be on high alert all the time.”
Shen Yuepo was speechless for a moment because of his righteous reason.
His interruption actually made my tense nerves relax for a moment.
Feng Jin noticed her tense shoulders subtly relax, a triumphant smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer and whispered:
"See? You've relaxed now, haven't you?"
Shen Yuepo felt her ears burning from his handsome face so close to hers.
She glared at him, annoyed, and lowered her voice, "This is someone else's hospital room."
The tension in his voice had vanished.
Feng Jin nodded thoughtfully.
Then, he leaned closer to her, lowered his voice even further, his breath almost brushing against her ear, and said in a deliberately whispered tone, "Then... shall we whisper?"
His deliberately serious, soft-spoken manner, combined with his usually cold and aloof expression, created a peculiar contrast.
Shen Yuepo couldn't help but chuckle softly, her cool and aloof eyes instantly becoming lively with a vibrant glow.
She subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed Feng Jin's face, blurting out, "Feng Jin, you can be so cute sometimes."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Jin's smile froze instantly, then he narrowed his eyes dangerously and raised an eyebrow in displeasure.
"cute?"
He squeezed out those two words through clenched teeth, with disbelief.
He, the Emperor of Fengdu who rules the underworld, was actually described as...cute?
Seeing that he was about to get angry, Shen Yuepo immediately knew when to stop and put his hand down while suppressing a laugh.
Her fingers traced the lines of his forearm, soothingly stroking it as if petting some large, proud animal, while quickly changing the subject:
"Let's hold the wedding in Fengdu. I don't have many friends in the mortal realm, but my senior brother..."
She recalled Lin Yanxin's boisterous manner, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes. "He would be very happy to go to Fengdu."
After all, his ex-girlfriend was there.
Her answer clearly pleased a certain emperor.
The displeasure between Feng Jin's brows vanished instantly, replaced by satisfaction. He took her mischievous fingers in his palm and said, "Alright."
He quietly stayed by Shen Yuepo's side, casually whispering some unimportant words.
Time slowly crept closer to midnight.
Outside the window, the once calm night sky suddenly churned.
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind arose, whipping up large raindrops that pounded against the windowpane with a deafening thud.
At midnight, the time when Yin energy is at its peak, it arrives as scheduled under the cover of a violent storm.
Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin were no longer on the sofa; the two had disappeared into an inconspicuous built-in wardrobe in the inner ward.
His presence was completely concealed, as if he had never appeared at all.
The cabinet door was left a crack, and Shen Yuepo's gaze pierced through the darkness and the clamor of the rain, firmly locking onto Lu Zheng on the hospital bed.
They've arrived.
There were no footsteps, no spatial fluctuations, and not even a wisp of wind was stirred.
The shadow beside the hospital bed, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, silently gathers.
A figure quietly appeared.
He was dressed in simple modern clothes, yet strangely out of place with his surroundings, as if he carried a layer of mist that isolated him from the world.
His face was exceptionally handsome, even elegant, but there was an inhuman indifference lingering between his brows and eyes.
Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed slightly. This face was Yun Jingyan from her previous life!
Yun Jingyan's gaze fell on Lu Zheng's face, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
There was a calm cruelty that came from looking down on ants like a god, and... a twisted pity and longing that even he himself was not fully aware of.
In a daze, Lu Zheng, lying quietly before him, seemed to have her face, that of a modern elite woman, overlap for a moment with another beautiful face from his previous life.
Back then, he did the same, extracting her spiritual blood to forge Dao artifacts in order to prove the ruthless Heavenly Dao.
He remembered the last look she gave him; it wasn't hatred, but rather as if she were looking at something disgusting.
Yun Jingyan's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.
But it was only for a moment.
Emotions? Bonds? Those are nothing more than dust and obstacles on the path to enlightenment.
Without further hesitation, he raised his hand, and the concentrated power of extraction slowly pierced towards Lu Zheng's brow.
Yun Jingyan's fingertips were just a hair's breadth away from Lu Zheng's brow. Just then, "Whoosh!"
A soul-binding chain suddenly pierced through the wardrobe and wrapped around Yun Jingyan's wrist as he cast the spell, the chain flowing with a dark, ghostly light.
The moment the Soul-Locking Chains pierced through the air, Yun Jingyan vanished like a ghost, leaving behind only a lingering shadow.
At the same time, the wardrobe door opened.
Shen Yuepo led the way out.
Behind her, Feng Jin stepped forward, and the terrifying pressure of the Lord of the Underworld around him was no longer concealed, instantly filling the entire ward.
Yun Jingyan steadied himself, his gaze first falling on Feng Jin, his pupils shrinking slightly.
A cold, eerie smile slowly spread across his face. "Heh... Emperor Fengdu, it's been a long time."
His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of apprehension.
Immediately, his gaze turned to Shen Yuepo, his eyes becoming extremely complex, with an unfathomable undercurrent surging deep within, while his tone was deliberately softened.
“My dear disciple, you shouldn’t be with him.”
His voice was low and slow, but it sounded nauseating to Shen Yuepo: "The Lord of the Underworld, who controls reincarnation and life and death, is the most ruthless and merciless."
"He can't give you warmth; he'll only drag you into that cold, bottomless abyss... just like your former teacher."
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