readsfreenovel Chapter 212
Chapter 212
A pair of slightly cool hands covered the back of her hand, pulling her out of her memories. Nalan Jingwen gently raised her eyelashes and met those cold and indifferent eyes.
She looked away and pulled her hand out from under his palm. Xue Qingheng didn't say anything, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. Nalan Jingwen waved his hand and didn't take it.
She calmed herself down again, her expression becoming slightly serious.
At that time, Empress Feng wanted to get rid of Nalan Fengxing after he ascended the throne, but man proposes, God disposes. After the late emperor passed away, a palace coup occurred, and Empress Feng died in that coup, which gave her a chance to survive.
She never intended to compete with Nalan Fengxing for anything, and because Nalan Fengxing treated her well and was one of the few people who were good to her, she was willing to support her in rising to power.
Xue Qingheng looked at her deep in thought, her face pale, which was extremely heartbreaking to see. However, he did not know what to say. He had lived for thousands of years and had never communicated with anyone in the Nine Heavens, let alone had the opportunity to speak.
After descending to the mortal realm, he found himself in a high position surrounded by deceit and treachery, with no opportunity to open his heart to others. As for comforting someone, he truly did not know how.
He looked at Nalan Jingwen, only to see her looking at him. Her dark eyes regained their previous composure, sharpness, and readiness to strike, as if once you were stared at by those eyes, you could never escape.
He couldn't help but feel that he was overthinking things. Putting aside the fact that she was that person, Nalan Jingwen in the present day would not be easily swayed by emotions.
"what do you?"
Nalan Jing asked.
He said so much, but never mentioned his own identity or why he was engaged to her.
"I am the Nether Dragon, a divine beast bestowed upon the Supreme God by the Heavenly Dao."
Nalan Jingwen looked at him, her slender, pale fingers lightly tapping. Looking at his aloof face, yet uttering such absurd words, Nalan Jingwen found it quite amusing.
Xue Qingheng ignored her gaze and continued, "I guard the four directions of living beings in the Nine Heavens and am also a protector. The best way for a divine beast to unite with a main god is to form a contract and become the main god's husband. Back then, the world was at peace, and you had no interest in these things. Even when the elders forced you to marry me, you were unwilling."
"You said I am free-spirited and unwilling to suppress my nature, so you imprisoned me by your side and, despite the pressure from the elders, canceled the rule that the divine beast and the main god had made."
Nalan Jingwen's gaze darkened, his fingertips paused, and he said, "Nether Dragon?"
"There's also a Black Phoenix, right?"
Xue Qingheng was slightly taken aback. "You remembered?"
Seeing this, Nalan Jingwen gently shook her head. She was just guessing, but she was right.
Xue Qingheng composed herself and said, "Xuanfeng and I will serve as your left and right protectors, both of us above the Ninth Heaven."
Nalan Jing looked at him and asked, "What does the Snow Kingdom Preceptor think of our marriage agreement from back then?"
This rule is utterly absurd, not only making someone a protector but also a husband, without considering the wishes of either party.
To her surprise, Xue Qingheng did not immediately admit it. A ripple seemed to appear in his indifferent eyes as he stared straight at her. In the silence, she seemed to see something in his eyes, but it was too blurry, as if through a thin mist, with all emotions hidden behind it.
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Everything is up to you, sir."
She looks better when she's meek and submissive. Before, she was too aloof, ethereal, and mysterious, like a moon hanging in the sky, cold and arrogant, as if she would be gone with the wind at any moment.
Unable to grasp or touch it, Nalan Jingwen really disliked this feeling.
She doesn't like looking up to others because they are too far away.
She gazed at him, then chuckled softly, "When are the next three times?"
Xue Qingheng seemed surprised by her question, paused for a moment, and then replied truthfully, "Once a month. If it's too frequent, your body won't be able to handle it."
Nalan Jingwen raised an eyebrow, "You're not planning to go back to Qilin?"
Xue Qingheng shook her head, "Qi Lin still has some things to take care of. After he's done, I'll go to Fengtian to find you."
Nalan Jingwen nodded, closed his eyes and sat down to meditate, no longer speaking. This was for the best. Before, it was once a month and Jinse could hardly bear it. When he woke up the next morning, he was covered in bruises and even had dried blood. She really couldn't bear to see him suffer like that again.
Seeing that she was no longer so resistant, Xue Qingheng felt a secret joy rising in his heart. It was very faint, but it made him relax his tightly furrowed brows.
They traveled in silence, spending both days in the carriage in order to save time.
The two arrived at the border of the four countries, where the road was impassable by carriage, so they walked on foot. Nalan Jingwen did not ask any questions and followed him.
The silver-white figure in front of her suddenly stopped, then turned around and reached out her hand.
Nalan Jingwen raised an eyebrow.
Xue Qingheng said, "If we take one wrong step on the road ahead, we'll fall into an abyss. Hold on tight to me."
Nalan Jingwen glanced around. The atmosphere was unusual and seemed unreal, like some kind of illusion.
With just one glance, he roughly knew that some kind of formation had been used.
She took his hand; it was slightly cool. Xue Qingheng's body temperature seemed to always be like that, just like everyone else, with little warmth.
Only on that day, when he was aroused, did his body temperature rise, becoming warm, and a faint pink hue appeared on his skin.
Xue Qingheng squeezed her hand and said calmly, "Follow my steps closely, and don't go the wrong way."
Nalan Jingwen nodded.
His steps seemed chaotic, but upon closer inspection, they were actually rhythmic. As Nalan Jingwen stepped on the spots he left behind, the surrounding scenery began to distort and recede rapidly. After a dizzying spin, Nalan Jingwen felt an extra hand around her waist, and the next second she was lifted into the air. She immediately looked at the person beside her.
Xue Qingheng had a delicate and aloof face, her indifferent eyes fixed on the front. Her silver hair fluttered behind her in the wind, and the hand around her waist held her tightly to keep her from falling.
"If you're scared, you can hold me tight."
His calm voice reached my ears.
Nalan Jingwen took a deep breath to calm herself down. If she had only believed 80% or 90% of what he said before, she now believed it completely.
After all, no mortal could fly freely in the sky without relying on any magical artifacts.
She looked down at the passing clouds, which were so fast that they were almost invisible, obscured by the clouds and somewhat blurry. Below the clouds, there was a faint golden light, like a barrier, which presented a different scene altogether.
Seeing that she didn't speak and her head was slightly lowered so that her face couldn't be seen, he thought she was frightened, so he silently tightened his grip on her waist and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
Nalan Jingwen wasn't actually afraid, since she used her lightness skill quite often, so she could accept it.
Nalan Jingwen turned his head to look at him, suddenly becoming curious about what his true form looked like.
"Can you reveal your true form now?"