Chapter 1223: Chapter 630: Competing for the Dress
"No need." He determined the direction and took her hand, striding forward.
Even though he had restrained his Divine Power, he seemed to naturally radiate light. From the moment they entered the city, countless people had their eyes fixed on him, yet he seemed oblivious. Many women first admired his towering figure and handsome features, then their gaze drifted downward, fixating on the pair of hands tightly clasped together... Ning Xiaoxian received countless envious and jealous glances from women all around, feeling a blush rise shyly at first before her vanity soared sky-high.
Hehe, it feels wonderful to have a god as your own. But, what did he mean by "no need"?
Changtian led her across the long street but frowned when a couple of women followed them dreamily. He halted, turning back to glare at them in dissatisfaction.
His imposing presence was not something ordinary people could endure. Ning Xiaoxian suppressed a laugh, pulling his hand as they quickly left. The three women behind them were wide-eyed, almost collapsing in fright.
After walking a few more steps, a man appeared at the street corner, bowed to them, and respectfully said, "Lord Divine Monarch, this way, please." His attire bore the mark of a Hidden Guard, so Ning Xiaoxian recognized him as a demon of the Hidden Stream. But why was he here?
The Hidden Guard led them through several turns, into a narrow alley. Though they were still in the bustling market, the path grew quieter with each step. Before long, the Hidden Guard stopped before a large black door, softly tapping twice.
The door quickly opened, and a maid came out, bowing to Changtian and Ning Xiaoxian, saying, "Lord Divine Monarch, Lord Ning!"
At a glance, she knew this was also a Banshee of the Hidden Stream. Changtian, holding her hand, stepped over the threshold and went inside.
This was a delicate mansion, no more than three hundred square meters by her estimation. Yet the garden was deep and quiet; once the large door closed behind them, the hustle and bustle of the streets a few blocks away were shut out, making it a peaceful place amid the chaos. The snow in the courtyard was swept clean, revealing the smooth green stone floor beneath. Several big trees, which originally should have overshadowed most of the courtyard, now stood bare, adding a sense of desolation to the small yard. Beneath the trees lay a deep well, its rim thickly covered in frost.
The house in the prefecture, like others in Songjiang City, had black tiles and white walls, leaving only black and white as the two dominant colors in this small world.
She found herself inexplicably fond of this place. "What is this place?"
Chang Tian observed her looking around with delight in her expression and couldn’t help but smile, saying, "Hidden Stream had an agreement with Tianshu Temple for transactions in Songjiang City since more than half a year ago, so I arranged to buy this mansion in advance, making preparations early." Before taking her on this outing, he had already sent a message here.
She pushed open the door to the house and indeed smelled a familiar fragrance. The scent she liked was not ambergris, but a calming incense similar to lavender, crafted by the Hidden Stream’s Pill Master. Originally, it could only be found in the Bashe Forest.
This mansion probably belonged to an esteemed scholarly family, judging by the fine and elegant decorations, from the Four Elephants screen at the entrance to the nanmu wood chairs in the living room, and the Four Treasures of the Study in the study. The fire chamber had a quietly burning fire, and the highest quality silver charcoal burned without much smoke even after it was consumed.
Indeed, this is much more comfortable than staying in an inn. Undoubtedly, this was a thoughtful arrangement by Changtian, and a part of her heart softened once again.
He reached out to pull her into his embrace. Her waist seemed slender enough for him to clasp with both hands. Then, his deep voice sounded by her ear, "Do you like it here?"
She nodded vigorously, casually opened a carved window, and a cold wind rolled in with tiny snowflakes, disturbing the warm fragrance in the room. Her eyesight was sharp enough to spot an abandoned bird’s nest on the tall parasol tree in the courtyard.
"This place is called Tongleng House."
What a coincidence, there was also a bird’s nest in the big tree in the backyard where she used to stay. Before coming to this world, where she lived was always warm. From birth until she grew up, she had never seen snowflakes during the New Year. Since childhood, she knew she was different from ordinary children, and this feeling became more pronounced during the New Year because a child without parents was not eligible to receive a red envelope.
Time flies, it’s been so many years, I wonder how my uncle’s family is doing now.
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