Chapter 1647: Chapter 995: The Empress’s Flowing Black Hair
Ying Ji’s expression tightened, seeing Baili Yu’s sharp gaze and an indescribable grave coldness, she assumed that the identity of her little An had been uncovered by this man.
Judging by the hostile tone, she wondered if he intended to enforce righteousness over familial ties and abandon this son who had reincarnated as a corpse demon.
Or perhaps he had a sudden pang of conscience, and a moment of epiphany, wanting his son back.
The fluctuations of human sentiment and the unpredictability of the world, amidst the long-lasting emotions and many joys and sorrows in this mundane world, she was reluctant to dwell on the past.
She had grown accustomed to the long-held solitude during idleness, as those around her she could converse with had become dispensable.
Ying Ji reckoned the mountains, rivers, and seas they once shared with Baili Yu were now simply mountains and seas.
This made her realize that birds and fish travel different paths, making it impossible to return to the past.
No matter if Baili Yu intended to enforce righteousness over familial ties or take little An back to the Xijian Sect, to Ying Ji, it would be as reckless as stirring soil on Tai Sui’s head, or pulling fur from a tiger’s backside!
Ying Ji, like a hen protecting her chick, shielded Baili An behind her, wary of Baili Yu like guarding against a thief, cautiously and tightly.
Her gaze was colder than when Baili Yu first appeared.
Her delicate brows were deeply furrowed, a pretty face glistening with frost and snow, thin, graceful lips biting into a slight ruthlessness, fiercely intimidating.
"Who he is has nothing to do with you!"
Baili Yu’s expression stiffened, his handsome face quickly covered in frost, his gaze towards Baili An grew increasingly grim and unkind.
He had known Ying Ji for hundreds of years, but never had he seen her so intimately close with an unfamiliar man.
Even to him, her husband, she had never been so gentle, making that Empress hide her sharpness completely, without any edge.
Speaking to him, there were even tones of tenderness Baili Yu had never heard from her.
Baili Yu only knew of her imposing solitary resilience, neither caught up in ostentation nor trapped in stagnation.
An empress from the bone born, who despite laying down her sword and armor, returning to the domestic moments of rising smoke, setting sun, amidst the clouds at dusk, as his wife.
Only then could he witness her majesty under her grandeur along with her evening watch and gentleness for him.
Had it not been witnessed in person today, he wouldn’t have believed it— the Empress he married, famed for sword rain across thirteen cities, her flowers never fading.
Could possibly soften her hard shell for a stranger.
Thinking that he turned out to be someone utterly unrelated, Baili Yu only felt a cold sword pierce his heart, intensely painful.
Fang You observed the situation keenly on the sidelines.
Unexpectedly, the young man with jade held a knotty entanglement with the Empress of Central Netherworld.
Observing Baili Yu’s sourly angry visage, still mindful that today was the important Sea God Festival, disrupted by Golden Immortal Feng Xu, already difficult to tidy up.
If stirred further by these two prominent figures’ jealousy, what chaos indeed.
That young man is at least one of the suitors for his daughter, would be unfortunate if any salacious rumors ensue.
He quickly stepped forward to ease the awkward stalemate, laughing dryly: "Pardon me, Sect Master Baili, this is Ji Xinnian, son of Ji, the direct disciple under Scripture Master Wen of Taixuan Sect, also one of my daughter’s suitors.
Unexpectedly, Prince Ji’s talent in the talismanic is exceptionally remarkable, awakening six Divine Talismans at Scale Stone, a feat not seen in ages.
However, Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s actions are rather overbearing; thankfully Lady You intervened with goodwill to rescue, thus stopping further disputes. We hope Sect Master Baili is not offended."
The intention behind this explanation was to clarify Baili An’s identity as relatively unrelated to Empress Ying Ji, yet unexpectedly, the statement hit a nerve.
Baili Yu’s expression grew heavier, submerged in restrained anger, deeply staring at Ying Ji:
"This child is a disciple of Taixuan Sect? Ever since that incident two hundred years ago, you have despised the very name Taixuan Sect.
And today, how could you kindly help a Taixuan Sect disciple get out of trouble?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Ji’s brow raised even higher.
Indeed, this guy had seen through little An’s identity, every word laced with doubt.
Looking at his sarcastic demeanor, is he truly set on tearing off the facade to fight her for her son?
With Baili An peeking around from behind her, eagerly glancing, as if trying to say something.
Ying Ji’s heart tensed and twitched.
This child still harbors some familial affection for his father, indeed,
Having been sternly taught by Baili Yu, though studying cultivation from a young age at his side, yet seldom experienced father-son intimacy, surely craving paternal love.
During the ghost wave chaos in Chaotic Netherworld Valley, he even risked his own life, feeding himself to ghosts to protect Baili Yu.
Upon such reflection, Ying Ji broke out in a cold sweat.
Thinking little An likely holds deep affection for his father, she must ensure he isn’t swayed by mere words back to Bai Tuo Mountain to resume being that ill-fated heir of Tianxi.
Being people from You Dynasty, inherently with clashing destinies against that ghostly place.
Thinking of this, Ying Ji involuntarily shivered, finding Baili Yu indeed hauntingly persistent.
