Chapter Sixty-Nine: Live Broadcast of the Situation
When the communication device beeped, the girl in the green shirt was momentarily stunned.
But soon, she reluctantly responded in a low voice, “Yes, Palace Master.”
“Let’s go, Qiu Ju. We’ll come back after exchanging the money.”
Saying that, she shot a disdainful glance at Young Master Sang and dragged the still teary-eyed Yellow-Clothed Girl away, who kept apologizing.
“Really, what kind of quality is that?”
“Sword Flower Palace, pfft.” Young Master Sang scoffed, clearly annoyed.
But it wasn’t that big of a deal.
The Yellow-Clothed Girl named Qiu Ju had sincerely apologized, and Sang had no excuse to escalate things further.
Such incidents happened every second in the immortal realm.
If he was really upset, or itching to start trouble, he could easily chase them down and give them a beating.
However, they were disciples of the Sword Flower Palace, so beating up two juniors would be minor. If the legendary Immortal Xu Lan, who could slice through the heavens with a single sword stroke, showed up, he’d be in deep trouble.
Just look at her! From at least fifty miles away, she had split a mountain with a wave of her sword energy.
If that hit him…
He’d be lucky to walk away without making a mess of himself.
But what frustrated him most was the interrupted confession.
Thinking about it made him sulk even more.
“Ugh. How can my life be so utterly failed?”
He grumbled to himself.
For some reason, Zhang Xiaoying burst into soft laughter next to him.
“D-Don’t laugh!”
Young Master Sang felt a bit embarrassed and muttered, “Well, fine, I’ll just confess again another day! I refuse to believe that it won’t work out eventually…”
Before he could finish his thought, Zhang Xiaoying suddenly cupped his face and kissed him.
He instinctively froze for a moment, but his body, seemingly on autopilot, wrapped itself around Zhang Xiaoying’s delicate waist.
…The kiss felt better than he had imagined.
Unlike when Si Jingzhu had kissed him forcibly last time, this time, Zhang Xiaoying’s movements were gentle and clumsy.
It was obvious she wasn’t skilled in kissing yet, just awkwardly trying to tangle their lips together.
But it felt so soft.
So fragrant.
His blood felt like it was rising and burning along with the kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, Zhang Xiaoying finally pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling.
“From the day you rescued me, I’ve already belonged to you for this lifetime,” she whispered sweetly.
Young Master Sang felt surprisingly emotional.
But he didn’t know what to say in response.
After a long pause, he managed to choke out, “Didn’t we say no more calling yourself a servant when we’re alone?”
“I never regarded you as a servant,” he added.
“Then,” she blinked her eyes and softly asked, “how should I refer to you, Master?”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment.
Finally, feeling a bit shy, he quietly said, “Um, hu, husband…”
Zhang Xiaoying broke into a smile.
“…Husband.” She whispered into his ear with a tender voice.
At that moment, Young Master Sang felt like his soul was finally complete.
He couldn’t help but smile foolishly and chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Zhang Xiaoying.
Having someone special like this was truly a joyous thing.
In his previous life, he had never met a girl who saw him in a good light. He had been too busy being a working drone to even think about dating.
This simple yet pure happiness was something he only now got to experience.
He couldn’t resist cupping Zhang Xiaoying’s face again and kissing her.
He continued until she whimpered and blushed, pleading for mercy, before reluctantly letting go.
“Even though the mountain is split, the flowers are still here.”
“How about… we watch a little longer?” he asked tentatively.
Zhang Xiaoying nestled against him, revealing a sweet smile.
“…As you say, husband.”
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Shi Qingyan suddenly woke up from her daze.
She found herself still in the familiar prison, the old lady sweeping outside.
For some reason, she had seemingly dozed off without realizing it.
In her dreams, she had seen Zhang Xiaoying and Young Master Sang snuggling up together sweetly.
They were kissing amidst a sea of romantic flowers, too lovey-dovey and making her envious.
Only she stood aside, bloodshot eyes, desperately wanting to push Sang aside and take her place.
…Xiaoying successfully accepted Sang’s confession.
Why was I dreaming something like this?
But after waking up, she felt incredibly melancholic.
Zhang Xiaoying seemed to have moved on without needing her anymore.
Now, she wasn’t the quiet girl lurking in the sect anymore.
It felt like she had become utterly dispensable.
At this thought, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
In the end, she hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to Xiaoying.
She didn’t get to tell her, “I care about you.”
Just then, the old lady sweeping the floor approached her again.
Seeing Shi Qingyan leaning against the railing with a lost look, the old lady sighed in sympathy and comforted her:
“Sweetheart, I heard you’re getting released soon.”
“Don’t get too down; as long as you’re alive, there’s hope.”
Shi Qingyan’s eyes dimmed further, and after a long pause, it felt like she muttered to herself,
“I… I really want to hear her voice…”
“What’s that?”
The old lady perked up her ears, trying to catch what Shi Qingyan was saying.
After thinking for a bit, she dashed out, and a while later, returned holding a communication device.
“Dear, this is from my workplace, but I don’t know how to use it.”
“Why don’t you give your parents a call? Hearing their voice could help.”
“Don’t be too down; you’re still young.”
A glimmer of light returned to Shi Qingyan’s eyes.
At this moment, she really wanted to hear Zhang Xiaoying’s voice one last time.
Even if it was just a single word.
If she couldn’t hear Xiaoying’s voice again, she might as well die. She felt like ants were crawling all over her body.
Gratefully, she took the communication device and wanted to call Zhang Xiaoying, but realized she didn’t have her number.
Fortunately, the old lady’s communication device stored some internal contacts.
Shi Qingyan spotted Young Master Sang’s name.
After hesitating a bit, she chose to dial his number.
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Meanwhile, at the inn at the foot of Pengxu Mountain.
“Let’s head downstairs for a meal first; call us when you’re done cleaning up the room.”
“Alright, don’t worry, esteemed guest!”
The shop assistant watched as Sang and Zhang Xiaoying went downstairs, then hurriedly entered the room with a cloth to clean up the dust-covered spots.
Suddenly, a vibrating sound came from the bag on the table, startling the shop assistant.
“What’s this?”
He saw something that looked like a jade tablet shake on the table and quickly picked it up, putting it back on the table.
At this point, the jade tablet had stopped vibrating.
Those immortal items are rare; I shouldn’t touch them recklessly, the shop assistant thought.
He quickly tidied up and left the room.
But he didn’t know that the communication device’s call button was lit, indicating it was on a call.
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