Neither of them spoke for a while.
After a long while, Shen Yu asked, "Shall we go?"
Jiang Niannian said stubbornly, "I want to hear him tell me in person what his choice is."
She remembered a sentence she had read in Maugham's "The Painted Veil" before she traveled through time.
"Women often think that men are madly in love with them, but it's not really that serious."
If Yin Buqi really chooses to take on the mission of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Clan, then she will leave.
Because she had no choice. Even if Yin Buqi chose to keep her by his side, she could not help but feel uncomfortable at the thought of sharing a husband with other women.
Sorry, she can't do that.
She's not that noble.
"Then you continue to wait." Shen Yu's voice was full of laughter, but Jiang Niannian could hear a hint of coldness in it. "If you catch a cold and die, I won't help you collect your body."
The footsteps behind me gradually faded away.
As the night deepened, the palace was filled with a sumptuous banquet, singing and music, and the sounds of stringed instruments were heard everywhere.
Jiang Niannian closed her eyes and her heart ached.
My whole body is cold, and my heart is cold too.
The wounds that had not yet healed began to hurt.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning against the jade pillar.
After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the temple of the gods dimmed, and the ancient music and the woman's sweet voice suddenly stopped.
The banquet is over.
A fragrant breeze rushed out, wrapped in the warmth of the room.
Jiang Niannian felt someone pick her up gently, tenderly and lovingly. He touched her forehead, then pulled it back suddenly as if it had been burned.
But she just felt her head getting heavier and heavier, and she was very tired, and she wanted to just sleep and not get up.
Yin Buqi's heartbeat suddenly stopped. He held her stiffly, his face pale, the red veins in his eyes had not yet faded: "Go find a doctor!"
"Young Master, the old Palace Master is still waiting for you. There is something important to discuss."
Yin Buqi suddenly became furious and shouted, "I will go to the old palace master myself. I want you to find a doctor right now, immediately."
The servant knelt down instantly, trembling, and said, "Young Master, the old palace master doesn't have much time left..."
"If anything happens to Nian Nian, I will be buried with her, taking with me the damn Qingqiu bloodline you mentioned!" Yin Buqi roared angrily, accumulating helplessness, fear and anger in his heart: "Why don't you go quickly!"
"… yes."
After saying that, Yin Buqi hugged Jiang Niannian and ran along the corridor.
He called her anxiously: "Nian Nian... Nian Nian..."
He hadn't walked such a strenuous road for a long time. He felt that he was almost defeated by every breeze along the way. They seemed gentle, but so hurtful.
He was scared, he was really scared.
First it was my mother, then my nominal father, and then Yin Ci...
One by one they left him.
However, his thoughts could not die.
You must not die!
Yin Buqi's black robe with gold edges fluttered quickly on the ground like a black cloud.
“Nian Nian…” His low voice was trembling slightly, his body was shaking, his scarlet eyes were constricted, as if what he was holding in his arms was his life, his most precious treasure.
Not far away, Hu Feishuang and her maid stood there, watching the scene quietly.
Hu Feishuang asked, "Is that the woman that the young master brought back with him?"