Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 869 - 738: Each Other’s Feelings

It was just a figure from behind, but Ye Lingyue recognized it at a glance.

She bit her lip; this was the person she had just been frantically searching for.

She worried he had been injured, worried his Cold Syndrome had flared up, worried about him...

But in fact, he was actually...

Ye Lingyue wanted to harden her heart and walk away, but her feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, refusing to move.

In the verdant moonlight, Feng Xun was standing there.

He lowered his head, looking quite spiritless.

Ye Lingyue didn’t approach; in her heart, the two opposing voices of the Heavenly Person were still fiercely debating, neither side willing to yield. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The garment Feng Xun wore pricked like needles, stabbing at her heart and eyes.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around.

The moment he saw Ye Lingyue, something flickered from the depths of his almost abyssal black eyes.

Upon meeting Feng Xun’s gaze, Ye Lingyue’s heart throbbed sharply.

What kind of gaze was that? At this moment, Feng Xun’s eyes resembled those of an abandoned child.

He looked at her that way, not daring to blink, as if afraid she would disappear with a blink.

He wanted to walk over quickly but hesitated, seemingly scrutinizing her.

Under such a gaze, all the voices in Ye Lingyue’s mind vanished.

Her feet seemed to gain strength, and she jogged into Feng Xun’s embrace.

His body was somewhat stiff, but at the touch of her soft skin and warm body, he embraced her tightly, as if trying to meld her into himself.

When Feng Xun returned to the inn and couldn’t find Ye Lingyue, his heart felt suddenly empty.

But now, it was filled again.

He murmured.

"I’m sorry, Ling Yue, for worrying you."

His voice was so gentle, his scent so pure, like the early winter sun, without a trace of bloodshed. Ye Lingyue’s nose tingled, silently telling herself she must have been mistaken.

How could Wu Zhong and Feng Xun possibly be the same person?

They could not be one.

But if they truly were one and the same, what difference would it make?

Love is love, regardless if it’s Feng Xun or Wu Zhong; what she loved was the man before her, who would softly apologize and always give her a firm embrace.

"Hey, Long Baobao, move a bit, I can’t see clearly."

"Little Wuya, don’t make noise."

Behind the inn door, Long Baobao, Little Wuya, and Little Zhiyo were huddled together, man and beast.

Ye Lingyue heard the commotion and woke as if from a dream, murmuring, she nudged Feng Xun.

He chuckled softly, saying.

"What are you afraid of? It’s not the first time."

His tone was as if they were an old married couple—completely at ease.

In a huff, she stomped on Feng Xun’s foot; without dodging, he took it head-on and then watched his little woman bury her head and dart back into the inn like the wind.

"You little ones, still not asleep at this hour? Is it because your skin itches?" Ye Lingyue instantly turned shrew, grabbing the little ones.

"Boss, it’s not my fault. Little Zhiyo and Long Baobao said you and Miss Feng went on a date, and we have to keep an eye on you to prevent any misconduct before marriage..." Little Wuya’s explanation only led to shrieks from Long Baobao and Little Zhiyo.

Clearly, both were "scolded" by Ye Lingyue. Like a mother hen chiding her chicks, she ushered them back in, leaving her back to Feng Xun.

Only after Ye Lingyue’s voice faded did the smile on Feng Xun’s face disappear.

Tonight had passed, but this matter could not be concealed any longer.

He did not want Ye Lingyue to discover the truth. He knew her well; if that day came, she would certainly not forgive him.

"So be it; after the World’s First Refining event, I’ll tell Ling Yue." Feng Xun seemed to talk to himself, or perhaps he was discussing it with Wu Zhong.

The second half of that night passed peacefully enough until not long after dawn, when people from the Sifang City Lord’s Mansion came looking for them.

"An Qiniang died in the inn. Some reported that she had a fierce conflict with Miss Hei Yue during the day." The Dong Envoy, accompanied by several City Lord’s guards, came to question Ye Lingyue.

"Ridiculous, Dong Envoy, if someone reported to you, did they also say I was defeated by An Qiniang? If it weren’t for Master Nan Jiu’s timely intervention, the corpse you’d be seeing would be mine, and An Qiniang would be the one questioned by you. Or rather, you wouldn’t be questioning anyone at all, since it’s just a little alchemist with no backing or sect." Ye Lingyue had already mentally prepared for the arrival of the Sifang City Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Zhong killed An Qiniang, she admitted she did not have Wu Zhong’s strength.

The Sifang City people should easily deduce that An Qiniang was killed by someone far stronger than Ye Lingyue upon examining her corpse.

"Miss Hei Yue, I do not suspect you of killing An Qiniang. The one who killed her is likely famed as Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong. According to Miss Hong Mingyue of Three-Life Valley, you have a close relationship with Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong." The Dong Envoy had indeed examined An Qiniang’s corpse.

An Qiniang’s death was terrifying.

Eight swords pierced her body, draining her of blood without any chance to resist, and there were no signs of a struggle at the scene.

To kill a Half-step Divine Power Realm expert in one move was a feat only a handful on the mainland could achieve.

Thus, the Sifang City people also suspected Wu Zhong was the one who killed An Qiniang.

But when did Wu Zhong enter Sifang City? Why did he kill An Qiniang? Where was he now? These were the concerns of Sifang City, especially with the impending World’s First Refining, which had brought many leaders from various countries and sects to the city.

The appearance of the Ghost Emperor had already caused panic.

Rumors about the Demon Awakening Gate had begun circulating, with many speculating that the Ghost Emperor’s appearance was related to it.

"Dong Envoy, are you finished? I’ve never seen Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong. If you want clues, you might as well ask Hong Mingyue, who claims I have a close relationship with the Ghost Emperor. Other than that, I have nothing to say." Ye Lingyue stated coldly.

The previous day, the City Lord’s Mansion turned a blind eye to Long Baobao’s incident, something Ye Lingyue had not forgotten, and she would not provide any clues about Wu Zhong.

"Miss Hei Yue, if you remain uncooperative, when Hunyuan Sect decides to interrogate you about An Qiniang’s death, Sifang City will be powerless to help." The Dong Envoy frowned.

"Dong Envoy, thank you for your concern, but I repeat, I know nothing. If there’s nothing else, please don’t disturb me while I prepare for tomorrow’s World’s First Refining." Ye Lingyue bluntly issued an eviction order.