14 Zi Xunyi: I Am Reborn
Yan Zhen hazily “woke up,” not in reality, but in a “dream.”
He stood in a field of purple flowers, enveloped by their fragrance, the air sweet and intoxicating. He touched his face; the sensation felt real.
This must be the dreamscape created by Zi Xunyi, right?
“Husband…”
A familiar voice called out. Yan Zhen looked towards the sound and saw a beautiful woman with purple hair, purple eyes, and a purple dress standing beneath the large tree in the center of the flower field. She gazed at him with a sorrowful expression, her furrowed brows evoking pity.
Yan Zhen gathered his courage and walked towards her, stopping a meter away and observing her carefully.
Although her overall appearance was purple, the shades varied subtly.
Her long hair, cascading down to her hips, was a dreamy lavender.
Her shimmering eyes were a reddish-purple, like two pure amethysts, exuding an indescribable noble aura, different from Yi Xian’er’s dark purple eyes, which were a result of her cultivation technique and carried a sense of oppressive depth.
Her dress was purple with gold trim, layers of gossamer fabric creating a translucent effect without revealing any skin, highlighting her elegant and regal bearing, like… an imperial consort, a dignified figure of noble status.
Yan Zhen blinked. According to the script, Zi Xunyi was practically perfect: breathtakingly beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, an elegant demeanor, impeccable manners, and unparalleled talent. She would appear as the strongest student in the Inner Academy, the only one at the Mystic King realm, known as the “Purple-Clad Goddess.”
She would occasionally reveal a cunning side, saying terrifying things with a sweet smile, making one suspect she was a sadist!
However, right now, his second future wife looked sorrowful, evoking sympathy.
Yan Zhen composed himself and asked tentatively, “Who are you? Why are you in my dream, calling me ‘husband’?”
Zi Xunyi gazed at Yan Zhen, sighed softly, then forced a faint smile, stepped forward, and took his hands, saying reassuringly, “Don’t be afraid, husband. I mean you no harm. I am your future wife, the one who loves you most.”
Yan Zhen frowned. “Even if you say so, I can’t believe you.”
Zi Xunyi pondered for a moment, then waved her hand. The grass beneath them came alive, weaving itself into a chair. Vines extended upwards, attaching to the branches of the tree, forming a two-seater swing.
This being a dream, Yan Zhen could also manipulate things with his Spiritual Power, but he couldn’t create something so intricate yet.
“I understand your feelings, husband. Please sit down, and allow me to explain everything.”
Zi Xunyi gently pushed Yan Zhen towards the swing, making him sit down, then she sat beside him.
Yan Zhen felt inexplicably nervous. The fragrance emanating from the beauty beside him was even more captivating than the flowers. Even through their clothes, he could feel her body heat, stirring his desires.
—The soul is indeed more sensitive than the body. Just being close to her is enough to arouse me, even after all my… experience. I wonder how my second future wife feels?
Yan Zhen discreetly observed Zi Xunyi’s expression and saw a faint blush on her cheeks, her amethyst eyes shimmering, clearly affected as well.
—Then why are you sitting so close?
To avoid embarrassment, even in a dream, Yan Zhen shifted slightly, creating some distance between them.
However, Zi Xunyi, blushing, moved closer again, pressing against him, seemingly enjoying the sensation of their spiritual connection.
Yan Zhen moved again, and Zi Xunyi followed, until he had nowhere left to go. He gave up and said, “Excuse me, beautiful sister, could you not sit so close to me?”
“Not beautiful sister, but ‘Xunyi’,” Zi Xunyi blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. “You can also call me ‘Zi Ji’ or ‘Zi Fei,’ but I prefer my husband to call me by my nickname, ‘Xun’er’.”
—Ahem, that last one is from a different story.
“I’ll stick with ‘Miss Xunyi’,” Yan Zhen said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Miss Xunyi, what do you mean by ‘future wife’?”
—Do you also have a script?
[Ding! Friendly reminder: She does not.]
—Tsk, system, stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Go away!
[Understood.]
Yan Zhen dismissed the system interface, looking at Zi Xunyi, who said seriously, “What I’m about to say might be difficult to believe, husband, but I swear, every word is true. If I utter a single lie…”
She paused, her reddish-purple eyes fixed on Yan Zhen, as if saying, “Aren’t you going to stop me from making such a serious oath?”
After a long moment of eye contact, Yan Zhen looked away, embarrassed. “Just say it. I’ll judge for myself.”
Zi Xunyi said slowly, “I am reborn. Over a year ago, I was reborn from a future time, retaining my memories from my past life.”
Yan Zhen was stunned.
—Reborn? Aren’t transmigration and rebirth exclusive to the protagonist? Are you the protagonist, or am I? Don’t steal my role, sister, uh, I mean, wife!
Zi Xunyi continued, “If you don’t believe me, husband, I can tell you some secrets to prove I’m not lying. For example, your name is Yan Zhen, your soul transmigrated from a distant time to this Mystic Heaven Continent, and you were reborn as the Young City Lord of Martial Tang City in the Gallo Kingdom. You’re a transmigrator—am I right?”
Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then nodded, thinking this scenario felt familiar.
Zi Xunyi smiled faintly. “Also, your master is Chen Xi from the Star God Clan. She should still be trapped within the Fire Refining Starry Sky, right? And you should have already met Sister Cai Lian, even been… intimate with her. In the future, I will marry you along with Sister Cai Lian, each of us bearing you a daughter. Sister Cai Lian’s child will be called Yan Yan, nicknamed Yan’er, and our child will be called Yan Lingji, nicknamed Ling’er. That name was decided after you and I discussed it.”
Zi Xunyi’s expression darkened, her brows furrowing.
Seeing her expression, Yan Zhen felt a pang of sympathy and asked, “What happened to Ling’er?”
Zi Xunyi sighed softly. “For some reason, Ling’er was reborn with me, but she hasn’t been born yet in this time. There’s no body to house her consciousness, so she can only reside in the dreamscape I created. She was fine at first, but she gradually weakened, and now… she’s about to disappear.”
“What?!” Yan Zhen immediately thought of Cai Lian and Yan Yan and asked, “Why didn’t you let her stay in your sea of consciousness?”
Zi Xunyi shook her head, her expression dejected. “I’m sorry, husband. It’s my fault. Even though I was reborn, I-I haven’t fully integrated with my current self. I can’t control my body.”
Yan Zhen mentally displayed a question mark: “?”
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