Chapter 49: Why Do You Remember It So Clearly? (4000 Characters, Two Chapters Combined)

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Hearing Jiang Qingshang’s words, Lin Xun immediately expressed his confusion.

Miss, something is off about you.

Do you know how ambiguous that sentence is?

You’re going to make me think you like me!

Of course, Lin Xun knew that the Zilin Saintess didn’t actually like him; he was just experiencing the Three Great Illusions of Life.

After all, although he was devastatingly handsome, it was virtually impossible for her to like a “Mortal” like him, especially since she knew he already had a wife.

Or maybe she wants to be a Secondary Wife?

That’s ridiculous.

But what if? What if she really did like him?

After all, he was so handsome!

He needed to find a way to refuse… “Young Master Lin~ Did Young Master misunderstand something about me?”

Watching Lin Xun’s eyes—first confused, then enlightened, and finally troubled—Jiang Qingshang blinked her moist, clear eyes, looking very pure and adorable.

“Um… Fairy Jiang… I…”

“Young Master couldn’t possibly think I like you, could he?”

…

“What if I told you that I really do like you? Would you believe me?”

“I believe you!” Lin Xun answered instantly.

“Hehehe… Young Master, you really are interesting…”

“…” Alright, he was definitely being played with. But why was this Saintess like this? How could she toy with the pure feelings of a young man like him… What a scummy woman!

Yet, for some reason, Lin Xun always felt a strange sense of familiarity toward this Saintess.

In fact, for a brief moment just now, Lin Xun felt that Jiang Qingshang resembled Qinger somewhat.

“Fairy Jiang, let’s hurry up and go. We shouldn’t delay the time.”

Shaking off the strange thoughts, Lin Xun spoke.

Even if Jiang Qingshang wasn’t attending the banquet, she still needed to be present to wrap up the celebration an hour later.

“Then Young Master must follow me closely, don’t get lost.” Having spoken, Jiang Qingshang walked forward cheerfully, while Lin Xun followed behind her, maintaining a distance.

The airship landed on a Spiritual Mountain within the Zilin Holy Land. The spiritual energy was abundant, and various Spiritual Plants and Spirit Medicines emitted a refreshing fragrance.

The hazy Immortal Mist among the mountains added a sense of mystery to the forest, like a veiled maiden hesitant to speak. Squirrels leaping among the branches curiously watched the two unfamiliar humans.

One squirrel even hopped to Jiang Qingshang’s feet, clutching a chestnut with its tiny paws, curiously examining the beautiful young lady, seemingly unafraid.

Lin Xun was captivated by the scenery of the Zilin Holy Land’s Spiritual Mountain, thinking about when he could bring Qinger here to visit; she would definitely be very happy.

However, Jiang Qingshang, walking ahead, was unhappy. She clenched her small fists, gently bit her cherry lips with her silver teeth, and her peach blossom eyes occasionally sneaked glances at Lin Xun behind her, showing anxiety and slight frustration.

“Why is this big idiot walking so far away from me? Come closer!”

Therefore, Jiang Qingshang deliberately slowed her steps, intending to close the distance between them.

But who knew, that big idiot actually slowed his steps even further!

Jiang Qingshang simply stopped walking, but that guy stopped too!

“Fairy Jiang, is something wrong?”

Seeing Jiang Qingshang stop ahead, Lin Xun asked.

“N-nothing.”

Jiang Qingshang’s chest heaved violently, a magnificent sight, and she let out a deep breath.

“Qingshang, you must calm down. This big idiot responds to gentleness. Calm down.”

After calming herself, Jiang Qingshang continued walking forward.

“Young Master Lin, please walk closer to me, lest you get lost.”

“It’s fine,” Lin Xun gently refused. “I will follow Miss closely.”

Ahhh! Follow closely my foot! I want you right next to me!

If she couldn’t expose her identity, Jiang Qingshang would have already turned around, clung onto him, and bitten his neck!

“Does Young Master Lin dislike Qingshang? Or does Qingshang not deserve to walk beside Young Master?”

Turning around, Jiang Qingshang smiled as she looked at Lin Xun.

Although she was smiling, Lin Xun felt that this girl seemed angry?

But since she put it that way, Lin Xun couldn’t refuse to give her Face, so he moved a little closer.

“Young Master Lin, please come a little closer.”

Lin Xun moved a little closer again.

“A little closer.”

“A little closer still!”

Finally, Lin Xun’s shoulder was only two fist-widths away from Jiang Qingshang’s.

Lin Xun didn’t mind, he just felt that this Saintess was a bit too familiar and something was off… But Jiang Qingshang, standing beside Lin Xun, felt his breath near her, and knew that she could touch his shoulder with just a slight lean.

A blush flashed across Jiang Qingshang’s fair, lovely Face.

However, thinking that she was currently Jiang Qingshang, not Jiang Qing, meant that her own husband was sightseeing shoulder-to-shoulder with another woman “at her request,” behind her back?

As soon as she thought of this, a hint of jealousy welled up in Jiang Qingshang’s heart. She extended her soft hand and gently pushed Lin Xun away, whispering, “Young Master, please maintain distance. The proximity is too close.”

“??” Lin Xun was stunned. Didn’t you ask me to stand this close?

So Lin Xun prepared to step back.

Yet, the instant Lin Xun pulled away, the girl regretted it.

“Young Master, come closer!”

“Young Master, the distance is too close!”

“It’s too far!”

Lin Xun: “(╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴”

At the same time, Jiang Qingshang realized her inexplicable behavior… “Ahhh, what am I doing? Jiang Qingshang is me, and Jiang Qing is also me!”

“It’s all this big idiot’s fault! He’s making me feel completely confused!”

But Jiang Qingshang was too embarrassed to ask Lin Xun to move closer again. The two continued to walk together, their shoulders separated by half a body width.

Yet, looking at Lin Xun’s shoulder, which was neither too close nor too far, Jiang Qingshang felt a longing itch in her heart, like a butterfly seeing a flower bud. Several times she wanted to just hug him and cling tightly to him.

“What is the relationship between Fairy Jiang and Qinger?”

The atmosphere felt strangely awkward, and for some reason, the Saintess kept looking at him, so Lin Xun tried to find a topic.

Moreover, Lin Xun was very curious as to why a Zilin Saintess would know his wife.

“Ah, um.”

Jiang Qingshang, who was still fantasizing about clinging to Lin Xun, was startled by his words, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

“Qinger and I are the same age. My elder sister is the Empress of Qian Kingdom. The Female City Lord of Luo City is the daughter of a Qian Kingdom General, and Qinger is that General’s niece. We were all close in age back then, so we often played together when we were children.”

Jiang Qingshang explained in detail. She had rehearsed this relationship chart many times, ensuring there would be no mistakes.

Listening to this convoluted relationship explanation, Lin Xun felt that Jiang Qingshang was a bit cute and clumsy, seeming a little unintelligent.

Couldn’t you have just said that the four of you played together in the Imperial Palace when you were young?

However, Lin Xun now understood clearly that Qinger wasn’t just a regular relative of the Female City Lord. No wonder the Female City Lord made Qinger her confidante.

And being connected to the Imperial Palace, the background of the Luo City Female City Lord must be quite profound.

But that wasn’t his business.

Lin Xun was even secretly a little happy, because the Empress of Qian Kingdom was also a Cultivator of the Golden Core Realm. Since Qinger’s close friends were all Cultivators, Qinger might find it easier to accept cultivation.

“Young Master Lin is the first person to be distracted while walking with Qingshang.”

Seeing his absentminded look, Jiang Qingshang smiled.

“My apologies. Please forgive me, Fairy Jiang.” Lin Xun bowed respectfully.

Jiang Qingshang’s eyes sparkled, her playful mood growing stronger: “If apologies were useful, what would we need Constables for?”

Lin Xun: “.”

“How about this: I’ll give you a punishment.”

Walking ahead of Lin Xun, the girl thought while stepping forward with her long legs beneath her skirt. Her lively and agile appearance was vastly different from the rumored cold and aloof Zilin Saintess.

“I’ve got it.”

Jiang Qingshang clasped her hands behind her back and lightly spun around. Her purple silk dress opened and closed like a violet flower, and her pure, beautiful smile was like the sweetest, clearest snow spring, making one hesitant to touch it for fear of defilement.

“Don’t call me Fairy Jiang anymore; it feels strange. Just call me Qingshang.”

Lin Xun: “.”

Honestly, if this Saintess wasn’t Qinger’s best friend, and if he wasn’t a Mortal who knew the Zilin Holy Land Saintess certainly wouldn’t fancy him…

Otherwise, Lin Xun would truly think this Zilin Saintess was flirting with him.

But calling her by name wasn’t a big deal. After all, she was his wife’s relative and close friend—strictly speaking, a relative of his own.

Moreover, Cultivators are supposed to cut ties with the Mortal World, yet Jiang Qingshang was already in the Upper Five Realms and still maintained deep ties with Qinger, who was merely a Mortal.

This fact alone made Lin Xun think highly of her. At the very least, this Saintess was different from those Cultivators who always believed themselves to be superior and viewed Mortals as ants.

Lin Xun felt that before a Cultivator was a Cultivator, they first had to be a human being.

“What, you don’t even want to call me that?” Jiang Qingshang pouted.

“Qingshang?”

Lin Xun tried calling her name, but for some reason, he felt a bit embarrassed.

Hearing her beloved suddenly call her real name, the girl’s heart trembled as if she had been shocked, and her whole body seemed to go weak.

Jiang Qingshang quickly turned around, tightly covering her chest where her heart was pounding, a blush already creeping up her cheeks.

Oh no.

It’s just being called by my real name, so why is my heart beating so fast?

She had already shared a bed with this guy for two months.

Why does a single name make my heart race like this?

“How about I stick to calling Fairy Jiang Miss Jiang instead.”

Not only was Jiang Qingshang shy, but Lin Xun was too. For some reason, he felt like he was secretly doing ‘that thing’ with Qinger’s best friend behind Qinger’s back.

Damn! He was a pure love enthusiast!

“Mhm.”

Jiang Qingshang nodded without saying anything more.

She needed to calm down, and she couldn’t let this guy call her by her real name again, or she would surely expose herself due to embarrassment.

Why do I like this guy so much?

“Why did Young Master fall for Qinger in the first place? Was it because Qinger saved you?”

After slightly calming her emotions, the girl walking beside Lin Xun asked softly, secretly watching him.

“Well, that’s hard to explain…”

Talking about the past, Lin Xun smiled and rubbed his nose.

“Actually, before I met Qinger, I never thought about getting married. Back when I was roaming the Jianghu, I felt that power was everything in this world, and women would only slow down the speed of my spear thrusts.

But that day, when I thought I was going to die, I opened my eyes and saw a strange young girl brewing medicine for me, and she choked and coughed.

Right then, I thought, ‘This girl is truly kind, and she’s so beautiful!'”

Upon saying this, Lin Xun blushed: “At that moment, I thought, ‘MMP! Why live such a tiring life? Wouldn’t it be better to safely marry a gentle and virtuous wife? Isn’t that wonderful?'”

“So you were attracted by her looks?”

Jiang Qingshang clutched her skirt, wishing she could stomp her small foot on his instep and demand, ‘You big pervert! You only liked me because I was pretty?!’

But for some reason, hearing this big pervert praise her looks made the girl’s heart feel sweet.

Ahhh. Big idiot!

Couldn’t you have lied a little? Or phrased it more subtly!

Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell “Qinger”?

“Attracted by her looks? I suppose so.”

Lin Xun answered honestly.

“But that’s not the whole story.”

“There’s also Qinger’s honest little tsundere personality, where her body betrays her words.

She’d say she definitely wouldn’t brew medicine for me next time, but the next day, she’d bring the medicinal bowl to feed me—a true’smells so good’ moment.

And Qinger’s occasional adorable clumsiness.

The little strength she showed when she stubbed her toe on the threshold, her eyes watering with pain, but she tightly pursed her lips to hold it in.

Whenever Qinger drinks tea, she always sticks out her small tongue to gently test it first.

Every night before sleeping, the quilt is always warm.

Every day when I wake up, I smell the faint, fresh fragrance of her hair.

Her lack of confidence when making clothes for me.

Her clumsiness when practicing dancing for me.”

As he spoke, Lin Xun smiled happily, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

“I love absolutely everything about her!”

“Eh? Miss Jiang, what’s wrong? Why are you keeping your head down?”

After speaking, Lin Xun looked at Jiang Qingshang beside him. Lin Xun felt like her head was about to bury itself in that impressive valley.

“N-nothing. You should hurry back first! It’s getting late, don’t go hungry.”

“Huh?”

The girl conjured a handkerchief.

Before Lin Xun could react, the handkerchief rapidly expanded, wrapped Lin Xun up, and swiftly flew towards the Guest Peak of the Zilin Holy Land.

After Lin Xun was forcibly flown away, the girl squatted down on the Spiritual Mountain, her blush having spread down to her delicate collarbone, hugging herself with her lotus-root arms.

Spiritual Flowers and Spiritual Plants bloomed around the girl. Her purple silk dress spread lightly on the ground like the umbrella of a Flower God. The little squirrel hopped next to her, holding a chestnut and staring blankly at her.

Immortal Dew slightly dampened the girl’s long eyelashes, tiny droplets hanging on her long, fan-like lashes.

Her peerlessly beautiful Face was like a strawberry covered in morning dew; it seemed that a gentle bite would release sweet juice.

In the girl’s mind, his words and his voice echoed ceaselessly, lingering for a long time.

“You fool. Why do you remember all that so clearly?”

The girl, burying half her Face between her legs, whimpered softly, her voice charming and silken. Her moist eyes blinked rapidly, like ice crystal snow pearls soaked in a snow spring.

“Just how much more do you want me to love you?”