For Murong Ying’s words, Jiang Xuan thought for a moment and still denied it:
“Quickly put me down! You’ve definitely mistaken me for someone else!”
Hearing Jiang Xuan’s denial, Murong Ying felt even more convinced.
[“My beloved man is still so kindhearted; he doesn’t want to admit his identity even when I recognize him. He must be thinking all the time about my safety.]
[He misses me so much that he secretly came to see me without hesitation, and even wears the clothes I gave him.]
[I can’t let this thoughtfulness and love go unanswered.]
On the other side, as Jiang Xuan was trying his best to explain to Murong Ying that she had indeed mistaken him, suddenly, a soft feeling entered his mouth and stayed there for quite some time.
It wasn’t until Jiang Xuan started feeling short of breath that Murong Ying finally loosened her grip.
“Xuan, this is my answer for you, rest assured, even if it means going against the whole empire, I’ll protect you.”
Jiang Xuan: “????”
At this moment, Jiang Xuan’s mind was nearing a complete breakdown:
[Why is this former client still living in their own little world like before this?]
[This is too torturous. My biggest mistake must have been accepting this job in the first place!]
[Fine, fine, fine, so you want it this way? Then I’ll play along with your drama until the end!]
Since all his efforts to distance himself were futile, Jiang Xuan decided to dive headfirst into it, seeking a breakthrough.
Recalling the BE ending setup, he already had a rough plan in mind.
He let out a light sigh.
“It’s no use; your strength will never match the Empire’s.
Honestly, just meeting you again made me incredibly happy.
Sir Murong, let me go, this time I only wanted to return the clothes you gave me.
I am about to get married to the Empress of Dajiang—I’m certain of our future.
Returning these clothes is meant to sever any ties, so as not to burden you with my presence.
You deserve better than me, don’t wait for me foolishly.”
Upon hearing these words, Murong Ying’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
“As expected, this is the true reason behind Xuan’s actions. I know your intentions are to protect me, but I refuse!
Since fate brought us together, this time, I absolutely won’t let you go.
So what if she is the Empress of the Empire? How do we know I won’t win unless I give it my all?
You are my husband, Murong Ying, and I will protect you forever.
Let’s go, I’ll take you back home to the Murong Manor first.”
Jiang Xuan: “……”
After a moment, Murong Ying took Jiang Xuan to the manor.
At this point, Jiang Xuan couldn’t believe it; he had even tried mentioning the powerful empress, yet here he was, still being brought back!
This was over the top, and this non-royal prince was truly love-struck—he should at least consider the safety of the entire Great Jiang Dynasty!
In Jiang Xuan’s initial storyline, Murong Ying was supposed to feel sorrowful and resentful upon hearing about his marriage.
But as the princess of the Great Jiang Dynasty, her ultimate duty was to safeguard the dynasty.
She wouldn’t jeopardize the dynasty over mere personal feelings.
Logically, Murong Ying would eventually release him, bid him farewell, and bury their love deeply.
Yet, Murong Ying was obsessed; not only did she talk about opposing the imperial dynasty, but also wanted Jiang Xuan by her side forever.
Clearly, she had let emotions override her sense and judgment.
Dealing with such an unpredictable client was always a headache for Jiang Xuan.
Of course, his current predicament was figuring out how to escape from this mad ex-client.
Could it be another reenactment of his previous escape?
Inside the Murong Manor, Jiang Xuan noticed that the whole place was dusty and rundown.
Just then, Murong Ying slowly explained,
“Xuan, after you disappeared back then, I left to find you alone.
I searched for a year but got no news.
Heartbroken, I returned to the capital, never expecting to meet you like that again.
By the way, Xuan, don’t worry if I get hurt or if I can’t handle anyone sent by the empress—don’t worry too much anymore.
Recently, I inherited the power of a mysterious master.
Now, I have become unbelievably strong. Even if enemies attack, I have nothing to fear!”
Hearing this, Jiang Xuan curiously scanned her information through his system.
Name: Murong Ying
Cultivation level: Martial King Ninth Stage
Spiritual root: Supreme Immortal Spiritual Root
Current affinity toward host: 9999
Remembering that Murong Ying’s strength was merely half a step away from a martial spirit last year, he was amazed at the leap.
Martial King Ninth Stage was indeed among the finest warriors in the empire.
But compared to legends of the empire, there was a huge disparity.
The term “Empire” isn’t fabricated by Jiang Xuan.
Empires exist and far surpass dynasties—the dynasties are utterly outmatched when they clash with empires.
However, Jiang Xuan hadn’t directly experienced it; evidently, Murong Ying underestimated the empire’s might.
A Ninth Stage Martial King was insignificant before an empire.
To Jiang Xuan, only someone at Lady Nan Gong’s level might stand a chance of self-protection.
That said, mere self-protection was all they could hope for—shaking the empire was impossible.
Just as Jiang Xuan was pondering how to convince this war goddess, Murong Ying took his hand.
“Xuan, let me show you around the Murong Mansion properly.”
Then, Jiang Xuan seemed to remember something and quickly said,
“Hold on, I need to change this shirt first.”
“Okay, but do not give it back to me; only after our wedding will you return it.”
Jiang Xuan: “…..”
Watching Jiang Xuan walk away, Murong Ying silently thought,
[Xuan seems to be skilled in disguise—the appearance he has now isn’t his true form.]
[The person I spent time with before might not be his actual form either.]
[This means I haven’t seen Xuan in his true form. ]
[Like always, he’s so kind-hearted—to protect me and prevent me from recklessly searching, he’s even hiding his face.]
[Yet, he endures everything silently, a weak man in cultivation.]
[He never says ‘love’, but shows it through his actions, silent, immense love—truly the man I chose.]
