65 A Declaration of Intent Right to Her Face
Fiancée?
Zi Xunyi naturally knew that Yan Zhen not only had a close relationship with the Yu family heir but also had a fiancée from a childhood engagement. However, according to Yan Zhen, he was fated to be with none of them, and his only wife in the future would be Zi Xunyi.
Even so, seeing the words “fiancée” still stirred a strange emotion within her.
A sour, bittersweet feeling.
—Jealousy.
Realizing this, Zi Xunyi was stunned, then she quickly shook her head in denial.
She wouldn’t be jealous of him, not at all.
Looking at the message, Zi Xunyi thought for a moment and then decided to inform the fiancée about Yan Zhen’s situation.
[Husband Yan Zhen: Hello, Miss Wenqing. Yan Zhen was injured last night and is currently resting here. You can come to the cliffside building to see him.]
[Fiancée Wenqing: What happened to Yan Zhen? Is he alright? Who are you?]
[Husband Yan Zhen: It’s a long story. I’ll explain everything when you arrive.]
Zi Xunyi put down the communication talisman, took out a rather elegant purple dress from her wardrobe, glanced at the sleeping figures on the bed, one big and one small, and then went to the bathroom to change.
Removing her nightgown and exposing her fair skin, Zi Xunyi, clad only in her undergarments, stood before the full-length mirror, quietly observing her body.
Her beauty was flawless, her features like a work of art, her figure exquisite, well-proportioned and curvaceous. Her breasts, full and ripe like luscious fruit, were comparable to those of a mature woman who had given birth. Her buttocks were round and firm, her waist slender and toned, her abdomen flat and smooth, and around her belly button was a faint violet-gold mark, her bloodline divine inscription. Her arms and legs were also perfectly proportioned, her fingers slender and delicate, her feet small and dainty.
Every inch of her was beautiful.
After changing into her dress, Zi Xunyi went to the dressing table, combed her hair neatly, and tied a bright, reddish-purple ribbon around it.
This simple act enhanced her already stunning beauty, making her even more captivating.
—Ahem, I just suddenly felt like dressing up. It doesn’t mean anything, and it’s definitely not to compete with that fiancée.
Zi Xunyi examined her reflection, nodded with satisfaction, and then went downstairs to wait.
Soon, she saw a beautiful young woman with green hair and blue eyes approaching quickly. She waved.
Huangfu Wenqing also saw Zi Xunyi. She stopped abruptly, the worry and anxiety on her face replaced by astonishment.
—Why is it her?!
Zi Xunyi, the Celestial God Clan Goddess, Yan Zhen’s designated wife, she naturally recognized her.
When she and her master learned of the marriage alliance between Yan Zhen (the Jiā Lán Holy Son) and Zi Xunyi (the Celestial God Clan Goddess) at the Evergreen Sacred Ground, they had been heartbroken. Her master had even spent the entire night drinking by the cliff, despite being someone who never touched alcohol before.
—Could it be that Yan Zhen and Zi Xunyi met here at the Sacred Ground Academy?
Huangfu Wenqing was conflicted.
The two people she least wanted to see were the Serpent Queen and Zi Xunyi, especially the latter. Both were involved in arranged marriages, but Huangfu Wenqing had chosen the most disrespectful way to break off her engagement, leading to a bitter end and deep regret. This aloof and unattainable Celestial God Clan Goddess, admired by countless women, not only accepted the marriage alliance but was even willing to share her husband with other women, eventually bearing him a lovely daughter and living a blissful life as an imperial consort.
Comparisons only led to pain.
Zi Xunyi’s existence was a constant reminder to Huangfu Wenqing—
“See, if you hadn’t broken off the engagement, you could have been just as happy.”
Seeing her stop, Zi Xunyi, slightly puzzled, called out, “Are you Miss Wenqing?”
Huangfu Wenqing bit her lip, mustered her courage, and continued walking, her expression complex as she arrived before Zi Xunyi. “Hello.”
Zi Xunyi greeted her politely. “Hello, Miss Wenqing. I’m Zi Xunyi. You can call me Zi Ji.”
“Lady Zi Ji.” Huangfu Wenqing forced herself to sound cheerful. “Where is Yan Zhen?”
“Yan Zhen is upstairs, resting. He hasn’t woken up yet,” Zi Xunyi replied. “I’ll take you to him.”
She gestured invitingly and led the way.
Huangfu Wenqing silently followed.
Arriving at the room on the second floor, Huangfu Wenqing saw Yan Zhen lying unconscious on the bed and Long Ying sleeping soundly beside him, hugging his arm.
Huangfu Wenqing, not jealous of a little girl, was more concerned about Yan Zhen’s condition.
“What happened to him?”
Zi Xunyi briefly explained, omitting certain details.
“Wen Canglan?”
Huangfu Wenqing remembered the name. In her previous life, he was one of the “New Three Heroes” of the Jiā Lán Sacred Ground, the top three on the Rising Star List: Gu Tiange, Wen Canglan, and Ling Fei. Gu Tiange, in particular, was incredibly powerful, shining brightly alongside Yan Zhen during the “Seven Continents Meet.”
“A nine-star Mystic General? I’m no match for him now.” Huangfu Wenqing narrowed her eyes. “I’ll have my revenge within six months.”
Hearing this, Zi Xunyi felt a strange pang. This fiancée also had deep feelings for Yan Zhen. Perhaps she was forced to separate from him due to pressure from her sect?
“How is Yan Zhen now?”
“His injuries are mostly healed. He should wake up today. Don’t worry, Miss Wenqing.”
“That’s good.”
Otherwise, even if she had to resort to drastic measures, she would make Wen Canglan pay.
Huangfu Wenqing calmed down and then turned her attention to Zi Xunyi, asking hesitantly, “Lady Zi Ji, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your relationship with Yan Zhen?”
Zi Xunyi hadn’t expected such a direct question, but she didn’t back down. She smiled and said, “For now, we’re just close friends.”
“For now? Close?”
“Yes. As for the future… who knows? Our souls resonate very strongly.”
Huangfu Wenqing clenched her fists silently. Was she saying that Yan Zhen would fall for her, that she also had feelings for him?
A declaration of intent, right to her face?
This woman was too confident, and her composure was unsettling. The Huangfu Wenqing from her past life would have already been intimidated.
But she was reborn now!
—This isn’t my past life. Things are different now.
Huangfu Wenqing raised her chin and said proudly, “Yan Zhen and I are engaged. He has me (and my Master). Please, Lady Zi Ji, don’t interfere and ruin our relationship.”
Zi Xunyi said calmly, “You misunderstand, Miss Wenqing. I wouldn’t do such a thing. But fate… is unpredictable.”
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