Consultor de vida de la dinastía Song del Sur

Capítulo 45

He pushed open the door, and the light danced softly in the morning mist, leaving behind only coolness and silence. He silently walked to the eaves and window lattice, his gaze lingering on the Bagua-patterned sedative bed. Every night, Leng Shuangcheng lay on this bed, lost in thought. He knew every cough she coughed, every shift in her breathing as she drifted off to sleep. He always looked towards the outer hall to the left, peering through the layers of gauze curtains, trying to decipher her thoughts and appearance.

He stood still for a moment, then turned and walked toward the study.

On the ornate, thick desk lay a scroll depicting the portrait of a tall, thin man, accompanied by annotations: Xiao Qiao, male, sixty-one years old, currently the Deputy Privy Councilor of the Northern Court of Western Xia, ancestral home in Jingxiang, uncle of the legendary marksman Wang Yifei. The entire Wang family was wiped out, leaving only this master of martial arts…

Qiu Yeyi raised his head and looked to his side, where Leng Shuangcheng still stood motionless in the shadows, lost in thought, as if from that day. A gentle breeze stirred, disrupting the interplay of light and shadow in the room. Gazing at that empty space, he made a silent decision.

15. (Bonus Chapter) Tomorrow (Part 1)

As I walked out of the Ye residence, slightly shocked, I still hadn't expected that Qiu Ye's list included five people instead of four. Feeling uneasy and somewhat agitated, I let the carriage go first and walked alone with my hands behind my back along the straight, ancient Yunqi Bridge in Kaifeng.

The morning mist blanketed the silent earth, mirroring my desolate and gloomy mood. I could smile calmly in front of others, but behind my back, I couldn't believe how lonely and panicked I was.

Last night, I don't know if it was a dream, but I kept chasing after a yellow dress, watching her nimbly turn into the alley, and I shouted anxiously. When I woke up, I looked around and realized I was in my own mansion. Sweat streamed down my face. Of course, I wouldn't forget her. I called her name, Yang Wan.

I put on my coat and reluctantly turned to walk towards the attic next to my bedroom.

The warm pavilion was brightly lit with candles and glittering glass lamps. The child was fast asleep, but she was prone to waking up startled from her sleep. In order not to frighten her, I ordered that all the Prince's residence, except my room, be lit day and night.

I often gaze at Ya Ya, hoping to see a resemblance to Yang Wan when she was a child in her eyes. Ya Ya loves to hug me and laugh happily; those are my most carefree and joyful times. Children are innocent and carefree, not needing to bear the burdens of adulthood. I love her smile, and I envy her, because I was born into the Zhao family, and from the moment I was born, I could not escape the manipulation of fate.

My father had many political enemies, and to rise to the position of prime minister, he must have weathered many storms and employed numerous ruthless tactics. As a child, I didn't understand his cold and hard style, and it wasn't until I grew up that I gradually came to realize just how ruthless he was.

I believe no other son of an official has suffered as much as I have. I was a nobleman raised in a free-range manner. One snowy winter night when I was five, my father came to my bedside and shook me awake. He clearly told me: "The political situation in the court is turbulent, which will inevitably implicate the old officials who fought for the country. I, your father, have also lived a life of danger and cannot protect you forever. From today onwards, you must go out to learn a trade. You may not return to the mansion until you are twenty and inherit your title."

As a child, I opened my eyes wide, wanting to cry, when my father suddenly slammed his hand on the bed curtains and shouted, "Bah! Since you were born into the Zhao family, you must inherit your father's honor, responsibility, and suffering!"

From then on, I had a name, "Zhao Yingcheng." I was sent to the Shaolin Temple, thousands of miles away, and became the youngest novice monk. The main hall was solemn and quiet. For the first three days, I knelt on the prayer mat and wept loudly. Only Buddha watched me indifferently, until later my body gradually grew cold, my lips turned blue, and I fainted...

The daily routine of morning bells and evening drums repeated itself endlessly. My daily tasks consisted of only three things: morning practice, getting beaten up, and beating others up. Among my many fellow disciples, I was the one who got beaten up the most, and the one who beat others up the hardest. No one knew the true identity of this handsome young monk. Through thousands of real battles, I grasped the most practical fighting technique—just keep attacking until you defeat him. This Shaolin Kung Fu style has a name: "Demon-Subduing Palm."

When she was twelve years old and had her coming-of-age ceremony, she met a young master who was even more cold and aloof than her father, Qiu Ye Yijian.

He stood by the winding bridge in the courtyard, his white robes flowing. His features were exquisitely handsome, without a single flaw, yet he was as cold and aloof as a sculpture. Beside him, one knelt and one stood, two similar-looking youths. The youth in black robes had a sword scar on his face, his head bowed, stubbornly staring at the ground. The youth in silver robes stood somewhat fearfully behind the youth in front, stammering as if he wanted to say something. I knew their names; they were Leng Qi and Xie Yinguang.

What's most surprising is that, opposite Qiu Yeyijian, there was a young man dressed in pure white, carrying a thin, narrow longsword.

"Yu Xue?" I heard the young master, who was as cold as ice, utter two words.

I shifted slightly, because Yu Xue was too famous. There were two reasons for his fame: First, his swordsmanship was superb. He was the master of the ancient sword "Shang Que" and ranked second in swordsmanship at a young age, becoming one of the Four Young Masters of the Martial World. Second, everyone who used a sword knew that Yu Xue had a goal: to defeat Qiu Ye Yi Jian. Legend has it that in order to defeat the "Shi Yang" sword held by the young master of Bi Xie, he frantically searched for all kinds of precious swords in the martial world.

Judging from today's situation, it's clear that they finally met on the day of my coming-of-age ceremony. I later learned that Yu Xue came specifically to provoke Leng Qi in order to force Qiu Ye Yi Jian to take action, which injured him and finally made the young master come upon hearing the news.

Qiu Yeyi coldly said, "I can make a move if you want, but you have injured one of my members. If you can withstand my sword, I will not take your left hand."

It was common knowledge that Yu Xue's left-handed swordsmanship was unparalleled in the martial arts world. Qiu Ye Yijian's claim that he would take Yu Xue's left hand shocked me. While everyone was still in shock, Qiu Ye Yijian drew the Eclipse Sun sword from Yin Guang's hand, coldly looked at Yu Xue, and slashed down with his right hand from top to bottom. After the sound of the wind, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Previously, I had only heard of this person's strange and superb swordsmanship, but today, seeing it firsthand, it far exceeded my expectations—he used the move "Nine Heavens of the Milky Way," a fierce and powerful sword aura that severed the flowing water of my family's winding bridge, causing the water to flow backward. Yu Xue's face was pale, and she said nothing, gripping her longsword and pointing it menacingly at the ground.

Qiu Yeyi glanced at him and suddenly said, "You are panicking right now, and you will be defeated without my intervention." He turned to look at me and said, "You are no match for Zhao Yingcheng. If you switched places with him, you might have a chance of winning."

We were all stunned and speechless. After Qiu Yeyi finished speaking, he turned and left as if no one else was there, leaving the rest of the people in the courtyard dumbfounded, some standing and some kneeling. After he left, Leng Qi and Yin Guang still dared not move, while Yu Xue never used his left hand again from that day on, and he practiced swordsmanship with his right hand for ten whole years.

Qiu Ye's words were puzzling. When I asked Yin Guang about them, he said, "What you mean is that just by looking at your hands, I know you've suffered a lot, have a lot of experience, and can withstand powerful impacts. You're a worthy opponent." For some reason, I've always remembered those words. Whenever I can't bear it anymore, I think of his indifferent face when he spoke, and I always want to reach that state where no suffering can defeat me.

For the past ten years, Yu Xue has often come to the Zhao residence to wait for me. Sometimes, if he is lucky, he can run into me. Every time he comes, he only does one thing: he repeatedly draws his sword in the courtyard he bought, trying to cut off the flowing water, and asks me "whether I can match him".

I don't know how skilled Qiuye is at swordsmanship, but since I left the monastic life at the age of fifteen, I have indeed received a lot of help from him whenever we worked together. I don't know why such a cold person—a man whose pupils reflect images and who has no warmth at all—would pay special attention to me.

After fifteen years of wandering, I received my title and returned to Pingzhou. Every time I walked through the bustling crowds and listened to the babbling brooks, I never imagined that before I could even enjoy myself for a moment, my father would send me to Yang Wan.

When I appeared in front of Yang Wan, I didn't know I had been hypnotized. My mind was a complete darkness and I couldn't remember anything. My father later told me the reason: with my shrewdness and cunning, I certainly couldn't pretend to know nothing when I was with Yang Wan. He wanted my naturalness and ignorance to be deeply rooted in the heart of Yang's youngest child.

I lived with Yang Wan in her small courtyard for two whole years. According to her, I was a homeless man she picked up by the river. She didn't mind my blank, almost foolish expression. She smiled and gave me a bath, saying, "You are the person I picked up, and I've washed you clean. From now on, you are my personal property!"

She was a quirky, clever, and mischievous girl, much like a beloved little sister in my own family. People were able to approach her without being wary. She was a woman of her word. When she noticed my eyes slowly moving, she cried out in surprise and pounced on me, biting my cheek hard. She said triumphantly, "I'll leave my mark."

The next day, everyone from the old man selling tofu on the street to the little boy with snotty noses at the end of the street knew that "Xiao Wan" had adopted a mentally challenged follower.

I once asked her out of curiosity why she was the only one living in the house, without any other family members. Her smiling face was not gloomy at all, and she still cheerfully told me, "I am an extra child, and a girl, so my father wants me to live alone."

I asked her again, "Why do you have this name?" Yang Wan chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Because I'm late. My father often says how wonderful it would be if I were a boy. My older brothers are all useless, and I'm a girl, so I can't inherit our father's business."

When she said "inheriting the father's business," I had a terrible headache and couldn't take it anymore, so I clutched my head and screamed. Yang Wan was terrified and rushed over to hug me, trying to calm me down. At night, afraid that I would have nightmares and wake up, she would light a lamp and watch over me all night. Sometimes, like the women and children on the street, she would gently shake my hand and hum songs to help me fall asleep.

When I was with Yang Wan, I felt completely relaxed. I didn't even panic when I couldn't remember anything. Looking into her smiling eyes and her beautiful face, I didn't even realize how comfortable and at ease I felt. It was like accidentally walking into a beautiful forest and encountering a gentle and kind deer standing in the woods.

Yang Wan is good at cooking noodles and can make them into all sorts of fancy dishes to coax me into eating them all. But my favorite is still the simple and convenient poached egg noodles. The clear scallion shreds, the snow-white noodles, and the golden poached egg are a flavor that goes deep into my heart. No one but her can make this kind of warm feeling.

Every night, I wake in the dead of night from indistinct nightmares, staring at the moon outside my window until dawn, because I'm gradually remembering things, the memories becoming clearer, but I dare not recall them, deceiving myself and continuing to live by her side. —I remember in the depths of my dreams, there was a stern man's face, staring at me imposingly, saying, word by word, "Inherit the father's business, live for the Zhao family." I often wonder, am I surnamed Zhao? How can I live for the Zhao family?

Yang Wan seemed to have noticed my increasingly silent personality. With her eyes hidden in mist, she tried her best to play some folk tunes for me every day, attempting to soothe the inexplicable panic in my heart with light and gentle music. This carefully maintained period of time did not last long before the nightmare finally arrived—my father sent someone to find me, asking me to collect evidence of the Yang family's rebellion, determined to eradicate it completely and leave no future trouble.

My father created an opportunity for me, and I finally entered the Yang family mansion. Yang Wan was worried that I was dull and honest and would be bullied by her two older brothers, so she followed me back to her home, which she had not seen for thirteen years.

While infiltrating the Yang family, through investigation and evidence gathering, I finally confirmed that the eldest son, Yang Wenlong, and the second son, Yang Wenhu, harbored ambitions of rebellion and independence. Urged by my father, I handed over the evidence to him. Soon, the century-old Yang family, eroded by the two sons, collapsed like a decaying tree, its heavily concealed body slowly falling to the earth with a final, heavy sigh. My father seemed unsatisfied, demanding further evidence against Yang Dingjiang. If he couldn't find it, he'd rather I use some means. Suspicious, I pressed my father for an explanation of his hatred for the Yang family. This stubborn old man replied, "His Majesty has recently accepted a new group of former officials, who are undermining the foundation of our dynasty's officials. To consolidate the imperial power, they must be eliminated." I had heard of the factional struggles in the court, but I never imagined Yang Dingjiang and my father were enemies—the two had fought fiercely on the battlefield, killing countless of their own loyal followers, and argued vehemently for their respective interests in court, reaching a point of irreconcilable conflict. I responded coldly to my father, saying that I would no longer interfere in Yang Dingjiang's case. Little did I know that my father's hand would manipulate me faster than fate.

My father, allied with the old regime, quickly brought down the Yang family, leaving only Yang Wan, this orphaned girl buried in obscurity. My mind was in turmoil. On one hand, I hoped my father would stop persecuting Yang Wan; on the other hand, I feared she would find out everything was related to my father. As my mind gradually cleared each day, I wavered back and forth, waking up from nightmares every night. Sometimes, looking up into the darkness, I couldn't help but silently scream: Why did all this have to happen to me? Is this what people mean by being able to withstand a powerful blow?

Father issued an ultimatum: he and Yang Wan could only save one of them. The conservatives had finally persuaded the Emperor to settle the Yang family case, including purging all forces. The Zhao family, however, was not of legitimate royal blood, and the prolonged delay had aroused suspicion within the group. Father's position was somewhat precarious. He sensed the crisis in the regime and accelerated his iron-fisted policies.

The trip to Qinglong Town wasn't part of her father's plan. Lonely Triumph had invited Yang Wan to protect him, and out of camaraderie, she readily agreed. Yang Wan cleverly took Ya Ya with her, ostensibly for escort, but in reality, for their escape. This astute Yang Wan had long foreseen the family's turmoil caused by her parents' conflicts, hoping to use her power to save the last child of the Yang family, even going so far as to assassinate Zhao to probe the hidden enemies of their family. —No one told her who the Yang family's political enemies were. I later understood a principle: since no one told her about the turbulent world and the darkness of the court, it was to protect her, hoping she could live a carefree life.

16. Answer

The waters around Jinliang Bridge are gentle and still, with a soft, murmuring sound, flowing past two ornately decorated pavilions. The spacious and exquisite three-story buildings sit on the snow-white Bian River, making them exceptionally beautiful and charming.

Places like this, with their red curtains and white tents, are extremely common on West Street. It's a den of iniquity and a place of carefree indulgence, where revelry and laughter fill the long street day and night. If there's anything different about it, it's these two pavilions standing over the river, where some people, like Leng Shuangcheng, are helplessly confined.

Leng Shuangcheng awoke to some groaning sounds. She cautiously lay flat on the floor first, calming herself before silently surveying her surroundings—a warm, spring-like room, a soft, deep purple velvet bed, and two intertwined figures. Upon first seeing this scene, she couldn't help but be greatly surprised.

Ziying's cloyingly sweet voice was filled with soft panting as she moaned, "Good man... hurry up..."

A tremor came from the bedchamber. Leng Shuangcheng's face flushed red, and she cursed under her breath. However, she couldn't move her body. Without even thinking, she knew that the man and woman were behind it. She tried to gather her energy again, but her breath was weak and uneven. She then realized that several acupoints had been sealed, but her body was not seriously injured.

As Leng Shuangcheng was diligently circulating his qi to open his acupoints, the sounds of the man and woman inside the room gradually ceased. After a while, Ziying, like a cat that had eaten and drunk her fill, whimpered softly, "Fifth Brother's martial arts skills are superb, and this move is even more impressive..."

Tang Wu gave a low hum, remained silent for a long while, and then said, "Still can't satisfy you, woman..."

"Oh, Fifth Brother, are you still angry about those boys I captured?"

"Who can you hide your thoughts from? Everyone knows you have a thing for men and want to extract their essence."

Ziying chuckled, "Fifth Brother, you're being unjustly jealous! You haven't spoken to me for a whole day and night because of this." After a pause, seeing that Tang Wu didn't respond, Ziying continued with a smile, "Do you know who the young man outside is?"

“The people of the Evil-Repelling Young Master.”

"It's not that simple. Last night, I saw that this young man was swift and decisive in his attacks, not even glancing at me. I became suspicious and touched her body. Guess what I discovered? It turns out she is a genuine woman. Moreover, she has a faint fragrance on her body, the kind of perfume unique to the clothes of royalty and nobility."

Tang Wu seemed somewhat stunned as he asked, "You mean she's Qiu Ye Yijian's woman?"

Leng Shuangcheng lowered her eyes to look at the white undergarment she was wearing, and gave a bitter smile to herself. Qiu Yeyijian's harassment of her had already infuriated her, but she hadn't expected to still be tainted by his scent. Now she was truly speechless and unable to explain herself.

"Rumor has it that the Water-Repelling Robe, the Poison-Repelling Pearl, and the Blue Shadow Butterfly are the three treasures for warding off evil and protecting the village. Now, she's wearing these priceless protective robes. Could it be that she can't escape the connection with Prince Qiuye?" Ziying finished speaking leisurely, and then, seemingly still not quite finished, added, "No wonder your seventh sister became so vicious after hearing this, like a completely different person. She kept waiting for an opportunity to deliver a couple more blows. I've been guarding this precious little darling every step of the way. Otherwise, if I accidentally got killed by my seventh sister, how would I have been able to produce the magic weapon to suppress Qiuye Yijian?"

Tang Wu snorted coldly after hearing this and said, "The water-repelling garment was always worn by Qiu Yeyi, and it not only kept her dry in water but also protected her body. Now it has been passed on to her. No wonder she seemed unaffected after being hit by my Great Search Hand... Since the water-repelling garment has appeared, it is very likely that she has already been fed poison-repelling beads and butterfly powder. I wonder if the Tang Clan's poison will be effective..."

When Tang Wu said this, he did not know that Leng Shuangcheng outside was the first to regain consciousness because of her stronger skills, nor did he know that the reason she did not suffer severe internal injuries was because of the medicine she had received since childhood. The water-repelling garment only mitigated the damage caused by the loss of 40% of her power.

Leng Shuangcheng couldn't help but be surprised after hearing his words. She had heard Qiu Yeyi mention the poison-avoiding bead before, but she never expected to be wearing the water-avoiding garment. When she changed clothes, she only noticed that the inner garment seemed a bit thick, with some smooth silk underneath when she pinched it between her fingers. But thinking that the most poisonous Double Heart Gu was still planted on her body, she didn't care much about any patterns on the clothes.

When the words "Blue Shadow Butterfly" reached Leng Shuangcheng's ears, she suddenly remembered something. A year ago, she found it hard to understand how Mr. Dongge was able to find her in the ruins. Now, when she heard Tang Wuyi say it, she immediately realized that she had butterfly powder on her body and that Mr. Dongge had found her by following the butterfly.

Thinking of this, Leng Shuangcheng couldn't help but sigh: he really couldn't escape the connection between himself and Bixie Manor, and that Qiu Yeyijian really went to great lengths to get to him.

Tang Wu and Leng Shuangcheng were both somewhat surprised and unsure, but Zi Ying chuckled again, "You're worrying too much... Seventh Sister already fed her a whole bunch of random poisons, she can't even move, let alone hurt anyone... In my water dungeon, all traces are hidden, who could possibly find Chu Yi? Besides, we'll pass a message to those two later, playing a 'luring them into a trap' game..."

Leng Shuangcheng grew increasingly alarmed as she listened. As they became entangled and confused, they gradually revealed all the information she didn't know. The thought of Ziying holding so many lives in her hands made her, though unable to move, extremely anxious.

—Ruan Ruan and the others are also here. Tang Wu poisoned them to make them easier to control. He captured them to lure the two princes here, and they are imprisoned in a place called "Water Prison".

—It seems that Nan Jingqi has also been captured. Before this, Ziying had also captured Tong Tu to reverse the political situation of the Tantric sect...

After the two had been frolicking in the room for a while, Ziying quietly put on her clothes and came out with a smile on her face. Leng Shuangcheng had already closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious. Ziying glanced down at Leng Shuangcheng on the ground, then called out loudly into the room, "You rascal, aren't you going to get down to business..."

Tang Wu slowly walked out and coldly said to Zi Ying, "When I go out, you'd better behave yourself." Then he glanced at the giggling woman and slowly walked out again.

Zi Ying, her fragrance wafting in the breeze, walked over to Leng Shuangcheng's side, sat down at the brocade table, and gently wiped her lips with her sleeve, saying softly, "Leng Shuangcheng, what's so good about you that even the arrogant Qiu Yeyijian has taken a liking to you..."

Leng Shuangcheng was startled by the hidden meaning in her words, but he still pretended to be dead. Ziying sat for a while, then suddenly walked to the dressing table in the room, turned the rouge box, and a door suddenly appeared in the previously flawless white wall.

Zi Ying carried Leng Shuangcheng in her hands and walked inside, her clothes fluttering.

The room held a hidden world within; passing through the doorway, a dazzling, watery light shone so brightly it was almost blinding. On a palatial, gilded bed, lay a figure. Handsome with striking features and a bright, clear demeanor like the sun after a snowfall, a long black robe draped over his elegant body. Placed on the resplendent waterbed, he resembled an incomparably handsome prince in his slumber.

Ziying glanced at the person on the bed, giggled, "Sister doesn't have the energy to eat you right now... I'll do you a favor and put you two together to fulfill my wish for the first day of the lunar month..." After saying that, she threw the terrified Leng Shuangcheng onto the soft bed with a thud, and walked away with a light laugh.

Leng Shuangcheng was mortified. A blush crept up her fair cheeks, quickly turning them completely red. She tightly closed her eyes, inwardly groaning: What on earth is Ziying up to? Leaving me here next to Nan Jingqi, and he's completely motionless, as if he's been paralyzed...

A delicate fragrance suddenly wafted from his eyelids, as if two slender fingers were lightly tracing the contours of Leng Shuangcheng's features. Leng Shuangcheng dared not move, only hearing Nan Jingqi's low, gentle voice: "Chu Yi, so your name is Leng Shuangcheng… I've been searching for you for the past six months, because I've never seen a young man like you, so utterly selfless, risking his life for a stranger… Whether you are male or female, I swear I will find you… Every night I wake up, filled with wonder what kind of person risked their life to retrieve the Dragon Pattern Sword for me, and then risked their life to save me from danger…"

Leng Shuangcheng's heart pounded, and she tried desperately to control her breathing, but her slightly twitching eyelids betrayed her vulnerability and helplessness. Nan Jingqi silently looked at her for a moment, then said gently, "Chu Yi... Shuangcheng, can you open your eyes?"

Leng Shuangcheng kept her eyelids tightly closed, her pupils not daring to tremble even slightly. She could feel her teeth gradually drawing blood, a slightly cool and bitter taste in them.

Nan Jingqi smiled slightly, glanced at her body, and then released her pressure points. Freed, Leng Shuangcheng rolled over and landed heavily on the ground. She quickly got up, stood a few feet away from the bed curtains, and remained silent with her eyes lowered.

Nan Jingqi slowly propped himself up from the bed, sat cross-legged, his hands hanging down on his clothes. After a moment of silence, he said, "Can I call you Shuangcheng? Don't be afraid, I won't be presumptuous with you again. I'm so happy and overjoyed... I just want to tell you that I'm incredibly happy to see you again..."

Leng Shuangcheng clasped her hands together, thought for a moment, and asked, "Young Master, what brings you here?"

Nan Jingqi, perhaps unaware of Leng Shuangcheng's cunning nature, was momentarily taken aback when she suddenly changed the subject. He smiled slightly and replied, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained... I saw Tang Wu had sealed your acupoints, so I held my breath before he could catch me... Ziying did sneak over a few times, but left dejectedly when she saw I was unconscious..."

Hearing his deep, unrestrained laughter, Leng Shuangcheng suddenly understood what Tang Wu had just said, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Young Master, have you been looking for me?"

Nan Jingqi laughed again and said, "I knew Shuangcheng was pretending to be asleep... That's right, I've been looking for you because I've made up my mind to do something with Shuangcheng—if you are a man, I will become sworn brothers with you; if you are a woman, I will..." He suddenly smiled again and stopped talking.

Leng Shuangcheng swayed slightly. She clenched her fists, pondered silently for a long time, and finally made up her mind. She mustered her courage, raised her head, and gazed at the familiar face before her, speaking as calmly as possible.

"Young Master Nan, if you hear anything that surprises you, please remain calm and have faith in Chu Yi."

"I am not a person of this dynasty. To be precise, I am an old friend of your ancestor, Young Master Li Tianxiao. Due to a sudden onset of cold poison, I was buried in the ice and snow, and by some twist of fate, I survived for a hundred lifetimes in an ice coffin, drifting to the East Sea. In my previous life, Tianxiao took pity on me and cared for me, but I regret that I was too unlucky to enjoy it. You may have guessed by now that Tianxiao and I were lovers, and you look extremely similar to Tianxiao..."

As Leng Shuangcheng uttered these words, suppressing her trembling emotions, Nan Jingqi's face first showed surprise and astonishment. After Leng Shuangcheng's increasingly weak voice subsided, he smiled brightly, a smile that dazzled Leng Shuangcheng, leaving her standing stunned on the shimmering glass floor. He uttered only one sentence, so handsome as the moon, so dashing and unrestrained: "So what?"

Two similar phantoms lingered on Nan Jingqi's features, radiating a faint, breezy glow. Leng Shuangcheng stared at the face that caused her unbearable heartache, and heard the voice that was exactly the same as before, and was speechless with shock.