Soul Land—Chapter 93: Qian Renxue: It Seems I Came at the Wrong Time?
"Ahem." Ling Qianyao's face flushed with embarrassment, but he quickly adjusted himself, displaying strong psychological resilience.
Zhu Zhuqing licked her lips as if still unsatisfied. She tucked away the cat tail behind her and smiled, "Sister Yun, long time no see?"
Qian Renxue's expression darkened slightly. She suppressed her inner resentment and humiliation, forcing a calm smile. "It's been a long time indeed. It seems you've had a very 'fulfilling' time during this period."
She glanced at Ling Qianyao. "It seems I came at the wrong time?"
Ling Qianyao looked at the scene of Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue in front of him, feeling a bit helpless in his heart.
Any hesitation or favoritism at this moment could worsen the situation. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Uh, actually—"
"Don't speak yet," Qian Renxue interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.
Her expression suddenly shifted. A meaningful smile appeared on her previously angry face. She walked over to Ling Qianyao, turned her back to Zhu Zhuqing, tapped his chest with her jade finger, and pushed him in her arms. "Go back inside. Zhuqing and I have something to talk about."
Ling Qianyao looked at Qian Renxue's threatening eyes, then at Zhu Zhuqing's gesture of leaving the sofa. He hesitated repeatedly before sighing.
He knew it was best to avoid conflict at this moment. Reluctantly, he nodded, understanding that giving the two space was the wisest choice.
With a serious look, he said, "Don't quarrel." Then he turned around and went back into the house.
Qian Renxue watched Ling Qianyao's retreating figure, turned slowly, and looked directly at Zhu Zhuqing. She said with a smile, "Zhuqing, we haven't seen each other in a while, but you gave me quite a surprise the moment we met—what a gift."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled lightly. "What a surprise. It's Sister Yun who barged in without permission. I was startled just now."
Qian Renxue sat beside her, arms crossed. "Then I can think that when you're not around, I can be so presumptuous?"
"Sister Yun is joking," Zhu Zhuqing winked at her. "You've been so presumptuous before, haven't you?"
Qian Renxue's heart sank. The scene she experienced in her secret room was far more perverted than this entanglement with the cat tail—things like angel wings and angel heart-binding chains.
"Don't worry, Sister Yun, I mean no harm. I just want to say that when Qianyao and I are close, you shouldn't disturb us. After all, I was here first."
Qian Renxue forced a smile. "That's a compliment." She was just trying to remind her that she was the main wife. This scheming cat must have been led astray by the evil Ling Qianyao!
Zhu Zhuqing took her hand. "Qianyao probably needs some time to slow down. How about going outside with me first? I have something to tell you."
"...Okay."
In Ling Qianyao's room, his spiritual power sensed the scene of the two leaving hand in hand, and more question marks appeared on his forehead.
Wasn't the situation tense? Why did the atmosphere between them suddenly become so harmonious? Even going out for a walk together? There must be something fishy.
He was about to rush out to intervene when things went wrong, but Zhu Zhuqing's behavior just now didn't seem to be a provocation to Qian Renxue.
Could it be a return gift for Qian Renxue's actions? After some thought, he decided not to join the fun. He jumped up, lay on his back on the bed, held his head, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
At that moment, the Blue Silver Empress on the windowsill shook, and then a blue-gold figure quietly emerged from it.
Her luxurious and elegant aura complemented her delicate face, which looked otherworldly—more like a celestial being than a mortal. Her azure eyes were clear and pure, innocent as a newborn.
Her soul seemed to solidify further, the vague illusion gradually disappearing, replaced by a sense of reality. When she emerged from the Blue Silver Empress, Ling Qianyao felt an almost imperceptible connection in his heart.
This unique bond allowed him to sense her presence immediately. The illusion-breaking eyes activated, and in Ling Qianyao's eyes, Ah Yin's mature and charming body wrapped in a flowing blue and gold gown suddenly appeared.
"Ah Yin?"
Her eyes flickered with confusion, a hint of uncertainty in his voice—an expression of both familiarity and unfamiliarity. She nodded quickly. "Yes, hello, Qianyao."
Ah Yin shook her head gently, then floated in front of Ling Qianyao, smiling softly. Her gaze lingered on his lips.
Ling Qianyao sat up from the bed, frowning slightly. Has she grown a little?
"Do you still remember who you are? Do you remember the past?"
Ah Yin tilted her head. "My name is Ah Yin. The past? I seem to remember some things, but they're very vague." She frowned in thought. "I remember I am the Blue Silver Empress. I remember this continent. I feel something very familiar, but I can't recall specific details."
Ling Qianyao looked at her confused and somewhat pained expression, his eyes flickering with concern.
"However, the past isn't important," Ah Yin said with a gentle smile. "I only remember that I was in a dark stone room before. It was dark and damp. I didn't like it there, but I seemed to have spent a long, long time in that place."
She paused, her voice softening. "There was no sunlight, rain, or nourishment. I felt weak and uncomfortable like I was imprisoned in endless darkness."
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She lowered her eyebrows. "Huh? Why am I feeling a little sad all of a sudden?"
After a moment, she shook her head, wiped away her tears, and looked at Ling Qianyao with a gentle smile. "But those things don't matter. I know you brought me out of there."
"Every night, I feel a surge of energy. I can sense the object you buried beneath me. It seems very important to me. Thank you, Qianyao."
She slowly leaned her head on Ling Qianyao's shoulder, closing her eyes.
Ling Qianyao hesitated, unsure how to react. 'She seems to have regained some consciousness, but she's not fully recovered yet. She's lost most of her previous instincts.'
He sighed. "But if her memories of the past are awakened again, will she change now?"
Ling Qianyao looked at Ah Yin. Though her eyes were closed, her delicate face showed a fragile, confused expression.
He whispered, "No matter what, I will never give you or your soul bone back."
(End of this chapter)