Fiancée?
Zi Xunyi naturally knew that Yan Zhen not only had a close relationship with the heir of the Yu Family but also a fiancée to whom he had been betrothed since childhood. However, according to what Yan Zhen had told her, he had only fateful encounters with them but no true bond, and the only one who would ultimately become his wife was her—Zi Xunyi alone.
That said, seeing the words “fiancée” still stirred a subtle emotion within Zi Xunyi’s heart.
A sourness. A faint bitterness.
Jealousy.
The moment she realized what it was, Zi Xunyi froze, then hurriedly shook her head in denial.
No matter how she looked at it, she wouldn’t be jealous over him.
Gazing at the contents of the message, Zi Xunyi thought for a moment before deciding to inform her of Yan Zhen’s situation.
[Fiancé Yan Zhen: Hello, Miss Wenqing. Yan Zhen was injured last night and is currently resting here with me. Come to the Cliffside Small Building to see him.]
[Fiancée Wenqing: What happened to Yan Zhen? Is he alright? Who are you?]
[Fiancé Yan Zhen: It’s hard to explain in just a few words. I’ll tell you the details when you arrive.]
Zi Xunyi set down the messaging talisman and retrieved an ornate purple dress from the wardrobe. Glancing at the large and small figures sleeping soundly on the bed, she opted to change in the bathing chamber instead.
She slipped off her nightclothes, revealing swathes of milky-white skin. Clad only in her undergarments and intimate pants, Zi Xunyi stood before a full-length mirror, quietly appraising her own alluring form.
Her features were perfection incarnate, each one a flawless work of art. Her figure was equally outstanding—balanced yet voluptuous, especially her full breasts, which rivaled those of a mother who had borne children, ripe and heavy like fruits at harvest. Her hips were round and pert, cushioned with just the right amount of soft flesh. Between chest and hips, her waist was slender and firm, her abdomen flat and smooth. Around her navel bloomed a faint purple-golden floral pattern—her bloodline divine tattoo. Her arms and legs followed golden proportions, her fingers long and graceful like tender bamboo shoots, her feet dainty as lotus buds, her toes like polished jewels.
There was not a single inch of her body that lacked beauty.
After changing into the dress, Zi Xunyi returned to the vanity and combed her hair before the mirror, arranging her tresses neatly and tying on a slightly vibrant purple-red ribbon.
Though it was only a simple touch-up, it brought forth an even more radiant beauty, one that captivated the eye and refused to let go.
Ahem. She had simply felt like dressing up. Nothing more. Certainly not to compete with that fiancée.
Zi Xunyi admired her reflection, nodded in satisfaction, then headed downstairs to wait.
It wasn’t long before she spotted a beautiful girl with green hair and emerald eyes hurrying toward them. Zi Xunyi raised her hand and waved.
Huangfu Wenqing also saw Zi Xunyi, and her footsteps halted abruptly. The anxiety and worry on her face turned to stunned surprise.
Why was it her?!
Zi Xunyi, the Heavenly God Clan Goddess and Yan Zhen’s betrothed—she knew her, of course.
Back when she and her master had learned at the Evergreen Holy Land of Yan Zhen’s (the Jialan Holy Son) betrothal to Zi Xunyi (the Heavenly God Clan Goddess), they had both felt utterly dejected. Her master had even sat by the cliffside drinking through the night—a first for someone who had never touched alcohol before.
Had Yan Zhen and Zi Xunyi met at the Holy Land Academy?
Huangfu Wenqing suddenly found herself at an impasse.
The last people she wanted to see were the Myriad Snake Queen and Zi Xunyi—especially the latter. While Huangfu Wenqing had chosen the ugliest way to break off her own engagement, ending things on bad terms amid endless regret, this lofty Heavenly God Clan Goddess, whom countless women envied, had not only accepted her betrothal but willingly shared her husband with other women, even bearing him an adorable daughter and living a blissful imperial life together.
No comparison, no pain.
Zi Xunyi’s very existence seemed to mock Huangfu Wenqing:
“See? If you hadn’t called off the wedding back then, you could have been just as happy.”
Seeing her stop short, Zi Xunyi felt a touch of confusion and called out proactively.
“Are you Miss Wenqing?”
Huangfu Wenqing bit her lip, mustered her courage, and walked forward to stand before Zi Xunyi. Her expression was complicated as she said,
“Hello.”
Zi Xunyi replied courteously,
“Hello, Miss Wenqing. I’m Zi Xunyi. You can call me ‘Zi Ji’ if you’d like.”
“Miss Zi Ji.” Huangfu Wenqing forced some spirit into herself. “May I ask where Yan Zhen is?”
“He’s upstairs on the bed, still asleep,” Zi Xunyi answered. “I’ll take you to see him.”
With that, she made a welcoming gesture and led the way.
Huangfu Wenqing followed quietly behind.
In the second-floor room, Huangfu Wenqing saw Yan Zhen lying unconscious on the bed, with Long Ying clutching his arm and sleeping sweetly beside him.
Huangfu Wenqing wasn’t the type to get jealous over a loli dragon girl. Right now, she was far more concerned about Yan Zhen’s condition.
“What happened to Yan Zhen?”
Zi Xunyi gave her a simple explanation, of course omitting any details she shouldn’t mention.
“Wen Canglan?”
Huangfu Wenqing remembered the name. In her previous life, he was one of the “New Three Heroes” of the Jialan Holy Land—the top three on this term’s General Star List: Gu Tiange, Wen Canglan, and Ling Fei. Especially Gu Tiange, who was exceptionally formidable, having shone alongside Holy Son Yan Zhen at the Seven Continents Tournament.
“A Nine Star Mystic General? I’m not quite his match yet.” Huangfu Wenqing narrowed her eyes. “But within half a year, this grudge will be settled.”
Hearing this, Zi Xunyi felt a strange stir in her heart. This fiancée was different from what she’d imagined—she truly cared for Yan Zhen. No doubt, she had been forced to separate from him due to pressure from her sect later on.
“How is Yan Zhen now?”
“His injuries are mostly healed. He’ll wake up within the day, so Miss Wenqing needn’t worry.”
“Good. As long as he’s alright.”
Otherwise, even if it meant resorting to some underhanded methods, she would make that Wen Canglan shed a layer of skin.
Huangfu Wenqing steadied her emotions, then turned her attention to Zi Xunyi, hesitating before asking,
“Miss Zi Ji, if I may ask—what is your relationship with Yan Zhen?”
Zi Xunyi hadn’t expected such a direct question, but she didn’t shrink back. She smiled faintly and replied,
“For now, just close friends.”
“For now? Close?”
“Mm. Who knows what the future holds… because our divine souls resonate so perfectly.”
Huangfu Wenqing clenched her fist subtly behind her back. Was she implying that Yan Zhen would fall for her, and that she harbored some feelings for him too?
A husband-stealing declaration right to her face?
This woman was far too confident—and her aura was unshakable. The previous-life Huangfu Wenqing would have already conceded defeat.
But she was a reincarnator now!
Damn it. This wasn’t her previous life anymore. Things were different.
With that thought, the fiancée lifted her chin and declared with haughty poise,
“Yan Zhen and I are childhood betrothed. He’s got me (and my master)—that’s enough. Please don’t interfere, Miss Zi Ji, and ruin what we have.”
Zi Xunyi replied calmly,
“You’re thinking too much, Miss Wenqing. I would never do such a thing. But fate has always been unreasonable.”
