All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 709 - 388: Without me, Wenren Pingxin, there would be no you today!_1

"You mean Su Bei has disappeared... to find me?"

Ji Nanjue's crimson lips slightly parted; she murmured to herself.

Her hand subconsciously touched her slightly warm earlobe, where a pair of Liuli pendants swayed gently, causing her cheeks to heat up. "He really doesn't understand propriety... There are more important things he should be dealing with than me."

Though she spoke such words, the curve of her beautiful, lonely red lips betrayed how much she truly felt otherwise.

Even if her face showed an uncaring demeanor, her heart certainly cared, because she had once seriously said to him, "Like, I really like you," and had entrusted everything to him.

Although she felt she couldn't be a good wife, she quietly tried to change for his sake. Before falling into unconsciousness, she became excessively concerned about everything around him and even attempted to play the role of his wife, only refusing to admit it verbally.

Otherwise, why would she have complied with such shyness in bed, indulging his perverse pleasures and saying those terms of endearment?

She claimed it was his coercion, that she was bewildered and infatuated, but with her profound cultivation, if she really hadn't been willing, how could he have possibly forced her?

"Right, Nan Ji."

"How did you wake up?"

Dan Wuque was sitting cross-legged on the bed, rubbing her somewhat cold soles, blinking her eyes, and staring at her with curiosity.

—Even though she knew that Ji Nanjue and Nan Ji were the same person, she still preferred calling her Nan Ji.

Ji Nanjue touched her warm belly and then said with a hint of guilt, "Thanks to Jin Yu's Nirvana Feather. Without it, I would have probably been long gone from this world..."

"These past few hundred years, how has she been?"

Aside from Su Bei, the woman with whom she had spent centuries accounted for a large part of her heart.

In this life, she owed her, a debt that perhaps could only be repaid in the next life...

Once Lin Jinyu was mentioned, Dan Wuque pouted, her expression somewhat displeased, and she said indignantly, "Sister Lin is not faring well now; she has tried her best over these years."

"After you fell unconscious, a conflict that lasted fifty years erupted in the Eastern Country. We wanted to help Sister Lin then, but she refused."

"She was always proud. In the end, she barely clung to life, retreating with the Eastern Country's imperial seal to Northern Border Pass."

"Big Sister and Yu Hongxiu couldn't stand by any longer. They used the excuse of visiting Northern Border Pass, and as the three kings dreaded the power of the Sword Sect and Star Moon Sect, that's how they preserved the Eastern Country's last vestige of imperial authority. Now they're all at Northern Border Pass."

Dan Wuque briefly recounted what had happened over the years. Ji Nanjue listened and smiled shallowly, but her smile carried a hint of bitterness.

Seeing Dan Wuque's righteous indignation, Ji Nanjue pushed aside the myriad thoughts in her heart and patted her back. "Accompany me to Northern Border Pass."

"Aren't you going to look for your senior brother?" Dan Wuque looked at her with a bit of confusion.

As Ji Nanjue cleaned Su Bei's messy room, she replied, "Let's wait a while. Men should not be pursued too closely; otherwise, they'll be taken for granted."

"Besides, compared to him, Jin Yu needs my help more right now."

Speaking of Lin Jinyu, Ji Nanjue's face showed a trace of dark chill, her brows furrowing like shallow streams, her coldness surpassing ice. "Royal brothers, this matter isn't over."

Finally, she tidied up his small room until it was spotless. Ji Nanjue smiled as she looked around.

After pondering, she took a hairpin from her hair and raised her hand to leave a few strokes of ink on the paper:

"My husband Su Bei."

"Your wife, Nan Ji, was here."

After doing all this, Ji Nanjue glanced once more at the distant peach grove, then turned to Dan Wuque with a gentle smile and said, "Sometimes, I really envy your sister."

While saying this, she spread her arms wide, making a gesture in the air. "To have such a vast peach grove all to herself!"

"Let's go."

「Northern Border Pass, behind the Multi-Bao Pavilion.」

Wenren Pingxin walked shoulder to shoulder with Yu Hongxiu.

In the past few days, Wenren Pingxin had been deeply preoccupied, eating less and sleeping poorly, hesitating to speak numerous times.

As her good friend and frenemy, how could Yu Hongxiu not know what was on her mind? Glancing at her, her fox-like eyes fluttered as she said with a nonchalant tone, "Are you still worried about Su Bei? Is it really worth it?"

Wenren Pingxin exhaled a low sigh and softly said, "Yes, my heart always feels like there's a weight I can't let go of. I have a feeling that his awakening this time might be a final farewell..."

"You say there's been no news from the Sword Sect either."

Yu Hongxiu hmphed disdainfully, pulled out a Bronze Mirror, took out her rouge and powder, and began applying her makeup, grumbling, "Haven't you heard the saying? 'The good die young, while villains live a thousand years.' How could something happen to that damned scoundrel?"

"Besides, it's been so many days since he woke up. Even if news doesn't travel fast, he should know by now that you and I are at Northern Border Pass, right? He couldn't even come to visit? Does he not know that his senior sister is going mad with worry?"

"That bedsheet that's wet every day..."

Wenren Pingxin's cheeks instantly flushed red. She instinctively crossed her legs tighter, pulling at her skirts close to her body. She looked around before stretching out a hand to desperately cover Yu Hongxiu's mouth, her voice a mix of scolding and sweetness,