I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 93 Returning from the Rain, Ninth Floor of Tianlou

What a peculiar person.

Sitting in the carriage, Jiang Lianxing would always look at the young man outside the window from time to time.

Her attention would be drawn to him inadvertently.

Before returning to the capital, the time they spent together, stopping and walking along the way, allowed her to get to know Bai Xuan better, but she also found it harder to see through him.

He seems to know everything and understand everything.

Astronomy, geography, literature, history, poetry, calligraphy, painting, and even political foresight, he mentioned many concepts and words that she had never heard of.

Although many aspects were only briefly discussed, the fact that so many areas were covered made Jiang Lianxing believe that the other party must have many talents that have not yet been revealed.

She couldn't help but be curious.

When she becomes curious, she is not far from falling, especially when facing someone who is completely unfathomable.

In the past, Jiang Lianxing didn’t think she would fall in love with anyone. Her birth, her life, her identity, all of these determined her to have a pessimistic attitude towards love.

There is no love in the royal family, only exchange of interests.

But now she thinks she is gradually falling in love with this man... Is it because she was rescued, or because she truly admires his character, or because of the two willing kisses underwater?

She couldn't tell the difference. For the first time in her life, she felt her heart being touched. It was both sweet and bitter.

Love...it is so desirable, yet so unattainable.

Countless people praise its flawlessness and extol its beauty, longing for it but unable to obtain it, and looking towards it but unable to reach it.

Everyone should believe in the existence of love, but they just don’t believe that they can find love.

Lian Xing thought that at least she was lucky. She smelled the fragrance of love, knew the feeling of being in love, and understood that there was not only sweetness but also a hint of bitterness in it.

The closer we get to the capital, the stronger the bitterness becomes.

In this world and this era, when a woman decides that she likes someone, she will not think about momentary pleasure and gain, but a lifetime of love.

She will subconsciously consider a lot of things.

The difference in status is naturally one of them, but she doesn't care.

Age is also a threshold.

Jiang Lianxing is twenty-three years old this year, five years older than Bai Xuan.

She is the younger sister of the current empress, six years younger than her elder sister. The sisters have the same father but different mothers. Their mother is neither a concubine nor a maid, but a palace maid who died in childbirth. So she is left alone in the harem, and the two sisters support and depend on each other.

Even in modern times, if there is a five or six year age difference between a boy and a girl, it is fine if the boy is older than the girl; but if the girl is older than the boy, it will definitely lead to gossip, suspicion of being a Phoenix Man, or the evaluation of "Are you really hungry?"

She is the Queen and the crown prince, and cannot ignore the opinions of the people of the world; for example, French President Macron and First Lady Brigitte, who is 24 years older than him, this combination that disregards the opinions of outsiders is the only one in the world.

Jiang Lianxing is different from Lin Jiaolu. The girl's love is blind and impulsive. She has too much but bears very little, and what she has is the power to be willful to the end.

Different life experiences, ages and experiences lead to different thinking patterns between the two people.

With mixed feelings, the group arrived at Chenlong Town outside the capital.

"Give Jianshuang my regards. I'll personally go to the Ningguo Mansion to apologize to her someday." Jiang Lianxing had too many things to deal with and many people to meet.

"Okay." Bai Xuan expressed his understanding: "See you another day."

Her fingers gently grasped the corner of her clothes. Such a farewell seemed too casual, but in front of everyone, she didn't dare to be too straightforward. To do so was not in line with her personality.

"I'll wait for you in the capital. There are some really good shops there. I'll introduce them to you when the time comes."

"Well, okay."

The goodbye was dry and the girl didn't know what to say to express her feelings, while the boy was completely unaware and just stood there like a fool.

He ran himself to pieces and sighed, digging his toes into the ground, feeling itchy and tormented inside.

He now believed that Bai Xuan was just a young boy. Even though he had only read a few romance novels, he knew what to say at this time.

If he could express his thoughts with body movements, he would have wanted to jump up and serve as Bai Xuan's mouthpiece.

Finally, Jiang Lianxing could only withdraw her gaze, and with a hint of sadness, she uttered two soft words: "Goodbye."

"Okay, goodbye." Bai Xuan waved and rode towards the Jiang family.

"ε=(ο｀*)))..." He ran until his legs were broken and pounded his chest continuously to let out the breath.

Then, Bai Xuan suddenly turned around and came back.

Running around with my legs broken and my eyes wide open—Wow, you turned around and took it out? Did you learn this trick from Xiao Huohuo?

"Remember to prepare the bounty." Bai Xuan chased after him and shouted, "I've inquired about it. There's a bounty for anyone who kills a top-ranked expert from the Northern Dynasty!"

He glared even more – you caught up with me just to say this?!
Unexpectedly, a light laugh came from the carriage, and Prince Yun's mood suddenly became very good. He turned around and smiled: "Okay, the bounty is ready for you. You must come here in person to claim it."

Da da da--

The horse turned and left, and the man in white walked further and further away.

Only after turning the corner did the bare hands holding up the curtains of the carriage let go.

Hu Xianfeng was chewing the candy he had just bought when he noticed Pao Duan Tui mumbling non-stop: "What are you mumbling about?"

"I got it, I got it!" He ran away with his eyes shining: "I got it!"

"What did you realize?"

"When someone is disappointed, choose to turn back. When she has lost hope, give her hope. This creates an emotional shift, making her cry and laugh for you, completely opening up her psychological defenses. Hahaha, I get it!" He ran off his legs with immense confidence, declaring to his old friend, "This is it..."

Hu Xianfeng: "New torture method?"

"That's right, torture... Damn it!"

...A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

There was still white cloth hanging on the door of the Jiang family's house, and the funeral was not over yet.

The disaster that happened a few days ago was also a major blow to the Jiang family, which was already small in number. Most of the Jiang family's side branches have become ordinary people and have long since withdrawn from the world. They have no inheritance or military power at all.

The old doorman was sitting at the gate of the Jiang family with a bandage around his neck. He had his neck cut a few days ago, but luckily his carotid artery was not injured and he was saved, but his vocal cords were damaged and he couldn't speak for several months. Whenever he opened his mouth, he would leak air.

It would be a lie to say that he had no resentment towards the eldest lady in his heart; but if you were to say that he had no resentment, it would not be that deep.

All the Jiang family members living in Chenlong Town, whether they are relatives or friends, have received favors from the Ningguo Mansion, and many of them have made their mark by relying on the business of Juyi Pavilion.

That was the case in ancient times. A family could only survive if they worked together as a team.

The old doorman leaned against the door panel. He had lived for several decades and had experienced the era when Jiang Shenlong was alive. At that time, the Jiang family was so prosperous... so prosperous that he could hardly see himself clearly. When he looked back after several decades, he figured things out a little more clearly as he got older.

The Jiang family's former glory was brought by Jiang Shenlong, but it was this whole family that became a burden to him.

Not reconciled.

If the Jiang family had worked harder, if one of their younger generation had been more capable, the Jiang family wouldn't be left with only a little girl to shoulder the responsibilities now.

She knelt alone in the ancestral hall, facing so many coffins. She must have felt so miserable, but she couldn't say it. She could only lower her head and endure the scolding from the relatives who had lost their loved ones, and she had to swallow her anger.

The old doorman looked at the misty and rainy day and sighed heavily. The weather was wet, and his heart was wet too.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

The sound of horse hooves rang out in the misty rain.

A person in white walked across the street, approaching from far away.

Suddenly, as if I had been waiting for a long time, there were a lot more people around.

A big man with a curly beard leaped up and hit the ground, splashing a pool of mud and water, holding a broadsword in his finger.

"No. 53 on the Crouching Dragon List, Pai Gang Water Knife Ghost!"

The man directly gave his name, swung his sword, and the sword energy cut a transparent curtain in the rain.

"I hope you can give me some advice!"

Bai Xuan has been famous for a few days, and there are bound to be people who are ranked higher on the Wolong List who are dissatisfied and come to challenge him.

However, the white horse did not stop, but came straight forward.

"Don't fight?" The Water Knife Ghost was furious: "Then don't blame me for killing your horse!"

The knife struck directly at the horse's head.

The strength of the top 100 on the Wolong List is real. Although the Wolong List mainly looks at the potential of young people, the strength of those ranked higher is not weak.

Enter the country through the gate, and then ascend to the heavenly tower, which is nine stories high.

The first three layers cast the body; the middle three layers point to the mystery; the last three layers are external scenes.

Above the Tianlou, it was first defined as the Star-Picking Realm, and later renamed the Grandmaster Realm.

The realm of this water knife ghost at the moment is obviously the third level of body forging, and he has vaguely touched the threshold of finger mystery. The knife he swung has a bit of mystery, and it is as if it is heavy. The horizontal knife does not have much weight, but when it falls, it is like a heavy hammer, pushing away the water vapor and drizzle around it.

Soon, only a figure in white was seen rushing past.

No sound of swords clashing was heard.

Neither the white clothes nor the horses could stop him.

The weapon in the hand of the fifty-third person on the Sleeping Dragon List, who was standing in place, slipped and fell, taking one of his arms with it.

Blood dyed the muddy ground red.

The water knife ghost covered his broken arm with his hand, his face pale.

Those around who were ready to make a move looked sideways at this.

"you saw it?"

“I only saw an afterimage.”

"soon……"

"No, it's not fast, it's light... The sword was too light, so it avoided the heavy water knife, just like paper cutting into the wind."

"Even if there's some water in the number one spot on the Crouching Dragon Ranking, it's not much."

The water knife ghost didn't want to become a laughing stock, so he grabbed the severed arm and disappeared on the spot.

Also leaving were a group of onlookers.

Bai Xuan walked through the rain and arrived at the door of the Jiang family.

The old doorman stood up, and he seemed to see the old master who had returned from a war decades ago. He could not hide his excitement: "You are back!"

"It delayed us a little." Bai Xuan replied.

“It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back…” The old doorman shook the young man’s hand tightly.

"I'll lead the horse." A taciturn old coachman came out from behind the door. He was not a servant of the Jiang family, but a man from the Ningguo Mansion. However, he was willing to lead the horse for Bai Xuan at this time, and there was a bit more respect in his tone.

Bai Xuan walked into the Jiang family courtyard and took only a few steps.

A graceful figure came running in the misty drizzle.

The mist wet the ends of her hair, Ning Jianshuang's eyes were red, she bumped into him and hugged him tightly.

(End of this chapter)