Chapter 1069 – What’s Your True Identity?
Although their relationship had already been tacitly acknowledged, most days they only exchanged glances, and holding hands was considered intimate, let alone kissing.
“Of course, my heart is set, but—”
Wei Ci couldn’t finish his sentence before his Lord crept closer.
Not daring to struggle vigorously, the two tumbled together from the window, landing in the shadowy corner. With eyes wide open, he could only see her outline, unable to discern her expression, but he could catch the soft glow reflected in her bright eyes.
“My Lord?”
Wei Ci’s breath quickened, his hands resting at his sides, and after a moment, he gingerly draped his arms around Jiang Pengji’s waist.
In the midst of their conversation, his clothing loosened, revealing a glimpse of his chest and delicately carved collarbones.
Jiang Pengji took a couple of bites and smacked her lips as if savoring something delicious.
“The texture is nice. How did I agree to that ten- or eight-year promise back then?” Jiang Pengji chuckled, “Zixiao’s constant chatter about living in the moment really makes sense—enjoy joy while it lasts, why make yourself suffer?”
Wei Ci was momentarily stunned.
He sensed something was off about Jiang Pengji’s state but couldn’t pinpoint the issue.
“Zixiao—do you know? I might not have many days left—”
Jiang Pengji sighed, a hint of laughter in her words, leading Wei Ci to think she was joking.
Upon hearing the word “death,” his expression suddenly darkened.
“My Lord is favored by fortune, graced by heaven; surely you’ll become the supreme one. How can you curse yourself like this?”
Jiang Pengji burst into laughter, saying, “Zixiao’s words, I truly love hearing.”
Wei Ci’s expression did not improve; instead, he questioned her, “Does my Lord think I’m just flattering, a petty sycophant?”
“Of course not.”
“Then, my Lord must know that every word I say comes from my heart; you shouldn’t take it as mere flattery.”
Wei Ci was quite serious, and Jiang Pengji found it hard to argue against him on this.
“My Lord will live a long life, and in the future, your descendants will fill your halls—”
Jiang Pengji blinked, laughing, “’In the future,’ descendants filling the halls?”
Wei Ci was momentarily stunned before slowly realizing the double entendre in her words, his face flushing red in irritation.
If his Lord kept making such suggestive remarks, how could he ever face the word “future” again?
“Life is but a fleeting thing. If I were to assure you that I can’t live long, and soon, I might die unexpectedly—”
Jiang Pengji said this lightheartedly, but before she finished, she found herself pinned to the ground by Wei Ci’s sudden burst of energy.
They were very close now, their breaths intertwining.
Jiang Pengji didn’t even need to look. She could tell Wei Ci was angry.
“You can’t just die unexpectedly!”
Jiang Pengji responded with a chuckle, brushing it off, “Mm-mm-mm, no way I’ll just die unexpectedly; at most, I’ll die young—”
Wei Ci could not bear to hear such words, especially when they were connected to Jiang Pengji.
Who curses themselves with early death? If the deities truly heard her, and made her long life shorter, wouldn’t Wei Ci go mad?
“Zixiao—I don’t want to either—” Jiang Pengji sighed, reaching out to gently caress his back. They shifted from their position to lying side by side, facing each other, she continued, “I don’t believe in fate, but sometimes I have to. If it weren’t for circumstances, I wouldn’t want to leave behind what I just started, abandon my ambitions, or leave—my stolen life is just too short, too short—”
Wei Ci’s expression changed, and his long fingers clenched into fists, digging nails into flesh.
“You’re a clever one; you’ve probably guessed already, I’m not Liu Xi,” Jiang Pengji said. “My surname is Jiang, my name is Pengji, and I come from a very, very distant world. This life as Liu Xi is one I stole; it wasn’t my choice, but if others want it back, I can do nothing. Wei Zixiao—you know I’ve craved you for so many years; you must realize that in your heart, can’t you just agree to me?”
Wei Ci listened, stunned as if he were hearing something from the heavens.
His lips parted, but for a while, he couldn’t find his voice.
“A stolen life will surely be taken back by heaven?” he snapped back to reality. “If that’s the case, perhaps I can accompany my Lord for a little while longer.”
How unfortunate; he, Wei Ci, was also a “thief.”
Jiang Pengji understood the depth of his words and leaned in for a kiss on his lips.
“Indeed, Zixiao is the most thoughtful.”
No matter how many years passed, Wei Ci still wasn’t used to Jiang Pengji’s enthusiasm.
He adhered to his role, never daring to overstep or offend in any situation; even in matters like this, he let her take the lead.
Despite Jiang Pengji having no real combat experience, under the interstellar era, what couldn’t she handle?
Her theoretical knowledge was vast, familiar with all sorts of complex positions.
Seeing that Wei Ci was yielding, her right hand crept down from his chest to his waist, exploring for a bit, before she loosened the knot in his clothing.
With her clothes partially undone and her eyes half-lidded, there seemed to be a hint of mist in her gaze.
As they lingered, Jiang Pengji’s own clothing loosened a bit, causing Wei Ci’s heart to race uncontrollably.
Just as Jiang Pengji was about to explore further, her ears perked up at some unusual movement outside the door.
Startled, she whipped her head up and happened to see a tall shadow flash past the entrance.
Jiang Pengji’s mind quickly calmed as she hastily got up, adjusting her outfit while opening the door.
Wei Ci seemed doused with cold water; the daze in his eyes cleared, replaced by rationality and gravity.
“My Lord?”
Seeing Jiang Pengji holding the door wide open, frozen in place, Wei Ci hurriedly grabbed a lamp to illuminate the area.
As he stepped forward, he noticed a black elongated wooden box on the ground, intricately carved with swirling clouds and dragon-phoenix patterns.
On top of it lay a creature chirping softly, its plump little body sprawled out like a meat pie.
It seemed the creature noticed them too. It lazily tilted its head, its two dark, grape-like eyes fixed on them.
Jiang Pengji’s expression darkened.
If the newcomer hadn’t made that noise on purpose, she wouldn’t have noticed there was someone outside!
“Bring them in—” Jiang Pengji said darkly.
Wei Ci had no choice but to squat down, scooping up the squishy black-and-white creature with one hand while using the other to lift the black wooden box.
“Eh?”
He thought the box would be light, but its weight far exceeded his expectations; one hand couldn’t move it at all.
Seeing this, Jiang Pengji lent a hand.
She tested its weight, unsure of what could be inside, feeling it was nearing a hundred pounds!
Wei Ci noticed that beneath the chubby creature lay a piece of paper.
“Let’s head inside—”
Jiang Pengji’s mood soured a bit; anyone would feel annoyed when their interest was interrupted by external matters.
Wei Ci dared not hand the peculiar letter directly to Jiang Pengji; what if it was poisoned?
Upon opening it, Wei Ci was shocked.
“The craftsmanship of this paper is truly exquisite—”
It was as white as snow, fine as a willow leaf; not even the best rice paper could compare to a fraction of it.
Then he looked at the content, which had only two lines.
【Sent by your father; sending it along.】
【When your life is nearing its end, I will seek you again.】
