Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 239

Nalan Jingwen remained indifferent, simply gazing at him silently.

Nalan Yin grabbed her hand, shook her head, and pleaded, "Please don't send Yin'er away, okay? I miss my elder sister so much."

They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and he missed Nalan Jingwen every moment. However, because he hadn't yet found out the traitor in the pavilion and hadn't been able to report back to Nalan Jingwen, he hadn't been able to see her. He could only rely on the people below him to bring him news of Nalan Jingwen every day to ease his longing.

After finally uncovering the traitor, he didn't even have time to tidy himself up before bringing the severed head to see her, barely resting along the way.

They had just met, and he didn't want to leave; he wanted to see her a little longer.

As Nalan Yin grasped Nalan Jingwen's hand, Xue Qingheng, who was standing to the side, flashed a faint but not obvious murderous intent in his eyes, which then disappeared when Nalan Jingwen looked over.

Nalan Jingwen gave him a slightly warning look, then looked away, brushed Nalan Yin's hand away, and said in a low voice, "It's late at night now, and a man shouldn't be alone in another woman's residence."

"You are not any other woman!"

Before Nalan Jingwen could finish speaking, Nalan Yin immediately retorted in a shrill voice.

He grabbed Nalan Jingwen's hand again, a hint of madness in his eyes.

Do you think I would care about those things?

"Don't you know who I, Nalan Yin, am?"

"Those worldly rules and regulations can't bind me, so why try to lecture me with those arguments?!"

Nalan Yin is crazy and obsessive, gloomy and ruthless. He is beautiful on the outside but kills without blinking an eye. He will get whatever he wants, even if it costs him everything. He is unconventional and has none of the qualities that a man should have in the world. However, he is also pitiful and lamentable. He was abused and scolded by his crazy father since he was a child. No one protected him or stood up for him.

Like a wild grass, it has become more resilient and tenacious over the years, both heartbreaking and stubborn. It cannot distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, or whether those who reach out to it and say they want to save it are human or ghost. It can only raise its sharp thorns to cover itself and drag its crippled body slowly forward along the winding bloody path.

He said he wanted to live.

So he did everything in his power to grab Nalan Jingwen's hand, and with her help, he was able to escape from that cannibalistic palace.

As he spoke, his face paled even more, but the pale light of the moon concealed it, making it difficult to tell.

Nalan Jing looked at him, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression became a little serious, and his voice deepened.

"Nalan Yin! When will you finally realize your place!"

She initially approached Nalan Yin for his power and to make a deal with him. Now, his power is dispensable to her, so her tolerance of him has reached its limit.

If it were an ordinary person, hearing Nalan Jingwen's tone, they would know that she was already displeased and would not say another word. But Nalan Yin was different. He wrapped his arms around Nalan Jingwen's waist and hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to merge the two of them into one and never separate them again.

Nalan Yin closed her eyes and nestled herself into Nalan Jingwen's embrace, her voice trembling slightly, yet she tried her best to control herself.

"Please, don't send me away..."

He missed her so much that his whole body ached.

He wanted to see her more, to spend more time with her, even if it was just for a little while.

Xue Qingheng looked at the two embracing, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression. He spoke, "Your Highness, you should know why I have come to see you."

Nalan Jingwen glanced at Xue Qingheng, who was acting strangely today, then looked down at the person who was holding her tightly. After thinking for a moment, under Nalan Yin's broken and incredulous gaze, she finally pried his hands off inch by inch.

She knew perfectly well why Xue Qingheng had come to see her at this hour; she was setting off tomorrow, so she couldn't delay any longer.

She then stopped looking at Nalan Yin and walked towards the door, with Xue Qingheng following behind her.

From behind came Nalan Yin's desperate yet choked voice, "Is my royal sister really going to abandon me and go with him?!"

Nalan Jingwen didn't turn around, he just paused for a moment, without saying a word, and then strode away without any hesitation.

Nalan Yin stood there, dejected, watching helplessly as the red figure walked further and further away until it disappeared into the vast night.

He seemed to have lost all his life in an instant, his face ashen, a mocking smile curving his lips. He looked down at his hands, which still seemed to retain the warmth of Nalan Jingwen's touch. On his wrists, hidden by his sleeves, a line that was red to almost black was faintly visible.

He stood there motionless, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there when suddenly a black figure appeared beside him, his voice filled with worry.

"Pavilion Master."

Nalan Yin stiffly raised her head, not glancing at the person beside her, and opened her mouth, her voice cold and hoarse.

"Let's go back."

A cold wind swept by, and the two figures were long gone, leaving only a thick cloak abandoned on the spot, unattended.

……

Here.

On the empty street, there were only two figures, one in front of the other. Xue Qingheng kept a step away from Nalan Jingwen, while Nalan Jingwen walked in front, exuding a cold aura.

The woman in front of him suddenly stopped and turned around. Her sharp eyes seemed to see right through him, as if she could see right through him.

Xue Qingheng didn't flinch, meeting her dark gaze directly.

"You deliberately."

It's not a question, it's an affirmation.

Xue Qingheng showed no embarrassment at being exposed; instead, she remained unusually calm, as if she had known all along that Nalan Jingwen would be able to guess it.

However, he did not admit it, but said, "I heard that you are going to Xuzhou for disaster relief and will set off tomorrow if nothing unexpected happens, so I can only come to find you at this time. I hope you will forgive me."

High-sounding.

Nalan Jingwen was not surprised that he knew these things; it would be strange if he didn't know, given Xue Qingheng's power.

Nalan Jingwen remained noncommittal, saying, "You shouldn't have said those things in front of him."

Upon hearing this, a dark glint flashed in Xue Qingheng's indifferent eyes. He asked, "Why? Could it be that you, sir, have truly developed feelings for him?"

Are you questioning me, the king?

Nalan Jingwen looked at him with amusement, a faint smile curving his lips as if mocking him.

"I said he doesn't recognize his own identity, but aren't you, Xue Qingheng, the same?"

"And by what right do you question me?"

"My husband? Or my protector?"

"Even if you were someone, what right do you have to ask such questions?"

Nalan Jingwen's voice was calm yet authoritative, causing Xue Qingheng's expression to gradually turn cold. He lowered his eyes, no longer daring to meet her gaze, and bent his straight back to calm himself down.

"It was my overstepping of bounds, please punish me, sir."

Nalan Jingwen was right. Even her husband had no right to ask about these things. Men take their wives as their heaven, and whatever their wives say goes. When have they ever had the right to speak?

not to mention……

He is not her husband yet.