She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 161: Only the Heartless and Loveless Can See Through the Entire Situation
Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Only the Heartless and Loveless Can See Through the Entire Situation
Xiang Ying lay on his chest, lifting a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Finally fooled you into coming up here, now I can hehehe..."
Before she finished her mischievous giggle, Jie Chen covered her mouth.
His eyebrows twisted in his stark black brow, but his eyes swirled with waves, and his voice became a bit hoarse.
"Not now."
Xiang Ying pulled his hand down: "I meant to say, you’re right, lying flat really does press on the wound, I should be facedown."
So she chose to lie on top of him because it was comfortable.
Jie Chen was taken aback, a dark light dissipated in his eyes, and he chuckled, somewhat mocking himself.
What was he just thinking? He must be crazy.
Jie Chen held Xiang Ying’s waist with one hand, careful not to press on her wound, and with the other hand, he pulled the quilt over them.
Xiang Ying had drunk some wine and with the warmth, she felt sleepy.
The strong beats of Jie Chen’s heart gave her an indescribable sense of security.
Just then, Jie Chen suddenly asked her, "Why have you never doubted my identity? I infiltrate Xizhou to report to Nanyue, yet you’ve never blamed me, why?"
Xiang Ying opened her misty black eyes: "What has already happened, questioning why is a waste of time, besides, I don’t care about Xizhou or Nanyue, I only care about my own feelings."
"But I know, you are not just a regular soldier. Although I don’t know your exact identity, I guess it must be unusual, an important figure from Nanyue."
Jie Chen was silent for a moment: "Aren’t you curious?"
Xiang Ying yawned: "Curious, yes, but I asked and you wouldn’t say. I think you must have your reasons. When you want to tell me, you will naturally do so, just like I shared my secrets with you."
Jie Chen quieted down, not speaking anymore.
But Xiang Ying lost her sleepiness.
As she speculated about Jie Chen’s true identity in her mind, he suddenly spoke, "Have you heard the story of the Dragon’s nine sons?"
Xiang Ying paused: "I have."
Jie Chen said lightly, "Everyone knows the Dragon had nine sons, but they don’t know that the Dragon actually had ten sons."
"However, the tenth son, considered impure by blood, was deemed unworthy of acknowledging his identity."
He began telling a story.
The Dragon fancied a beauty and kept her by his side, letting her bear his children.
Unfortunately, the beauty was there for revenge, but her assassination plan was exposed. Enraged, the Dragon imprisoned the pregnant beauty, reducing her to a lowly prisoner.
The tenth Dragon son was born in that prison.
After his birth, the Dragon brought the beauty and the child back, subjecting them to a life of servitude and humiliation.
The first nine Dragon sons refused to recognize the tenth one, considering him born of the enemy, and refused to accept him and his mother.
On the day the beauty died, having not consumed anything for three days, she pleaded for the Dragon to see her once more, but he refused, and even sent a cruel message.
If she died, then her son would die too.
Because the Dragon already had many sons, he didn’t care for the life of the tenth.
For her child, the beauty held on for another half day, and at her death, she left a blood letter.
"Three hundred and forty-two characters, all pleading with him," said Jie Chen, his voice calm as if he really was just narrating a story.
As Jie Chen mentioned, after the beauty’s death, the Dragon truly intended to execute her son.
To survive, the tenth Dragon made a deal with him, voluntarily becoming a chess piece, risking his life for him.
Thus, the tenth Dragon saved his life.
He left what he considered his homeland, but those people never treated him as one of their own.
Now he had to return.
Xiang Ying fell silent.
He remembered exactly how many characters were in the blood letter.
Jie Chen was that tenth Dragon.
It turns out they both have a despicable father.
So, Jie Chen is a Prince, his father is the Emperor of Nanyue.
Xiang Ying silently said, "Why did the beauty have such poor taste, to fall for someone she shouldn’t have."
Jie Chen laughed, with a hint of helpless bitterness.
"She also felt she was foolish, so she said: ’Only those without passion, without love, can truly break the whole situation.’"
Xiang Ying nodded in agreement: "It’s really important not to easily fall in love with anyone."
Jie Chen looked down at her, his voice soft, "I hope you always remember this sentence."
This was also the standard he demanded of himself.
Before his great revenge was fulfilled, love was the least worthy thing to mention.
Xiang Ying understood Jie Chen’s meaning.
He was reminding her not to be moved emotionally.
Xiang Ying lay on his chest, her red lips letting out a light laugh as airy as clouds.
"Don’t worry, I have no heart. Once we leave here, you will still be Vice General Jie, and I will still be Xiang Ying."
"Once we reach the Nanyue Palace, they will naturally arrange where I go; by then, it will be hard for the Vice General to see me."
"We both have our own challenges to face; the future is bound to be different roads."
Hearing this, Jie Chen couldn’t help but tighten his grip.
Xiang Ying propped herself up, her slender fingertips lifting his chin.
Her waterfall-like black hair slithered down her shoulders, shading the side of their faces.
"Jie Chen, I suddenly want to do something with you."
"What?"
"Something that will make us both happy, and after we leave here, we’ll forget all these matters."
Xiang Ying’s eyes were pitch-black and shiny.
Her slender fingertips traced along Jie Chen’s beautifully contoured jaw up to his cold lips.
The implication was more than clear.
She lowered her voice and said, "My period is over."
This time, Jie Chen did not refuse blushing, nor did he explode in anger.
Instead, after understanding her meaning, a similar whirlpool stirred in his eyes.
His voice was a bit hoarse, with a snicker, "So, am I taking advantage of you now?"
"Take your advantage." As soon as Xiang Ying finished speaking, Jie Chen already, supporting her neck, kissed her.
If the passion of the moment was just a flash, it was already enough.
Because Xiang Ying knew that the joy of indulgence was rare, and most relationships in the world could not escape an end of meeting and parting.
She did not covet all days and nights.
Snow wildly danced in the sky, and noises whooshed through the deep mountains.
In the cold sky, the snow kept falling.
Fortunately, thick felt curtains blocked it, preventing the snowflakes from reaching anyone’s heart, melting the moment they reached air.
Five hours later.
Xiang Ying lay next to Jie Chen, fast asleep.
Jie Chen walked to the cave entrance, only to see the cold night like a mass of fishy-smelling ink heaviness, thickly sticking to the sky.
Jie Chen’s eyes were clear and sharp, observing the direction of the snowstorm, when suddenly, a mighty eagle flapped its wings and flew in front of him.
The eagle, covered in snowflakes, stared at Jie Chen, tilting its head.
Before Jie Chen could catch it, it let out a loud clear call, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.
From behind came Xiang Ying’s voice, "We’re saved! Er Zai had his pet come look for us."
She sat up, ignoring the aching in her body, and threw on her clothes.
She stood up and collared up, covering the marks.
Jie Chen draped his own cloak over her: "Your head doesn’t hurt anymore?"
Xiang Ying clicked her tongue, "Mr. Jie’s medicine works wonders, I’m feeling great."
Jie Chen’s throat bobbed, quickly shifting his gaze away.
He couldn’t keep looking at Xiang Ying, otherwise some emotions couldn’t be suppressed.
Xiang Ying quickly packed their things into the space.
When Skinny Monkey and the others, following a thick rope, dangled to the cave entrance and saw Xiang Ying and Jie Chen, they were just two pitiful shivering little figures.
Skinny Monkey’s tears were about to fly out.
"Vice General, sister-in-law, we finally found you!"
He looked up and yelled: "It’s great, they’re still alive!"
