Chapter 50: Who is this person in front of me?
The red candles crackled, souring Xie Qiyang’s mood, each pop feeling like a countdown.
Time’s running out… (sobs)
In the stifling atmosphere, she sensed the figure in the matching wedding robe approaching, his steps steady and deliberate.
Her heart raced—not from shyness, but raw fear.
Xie Qiyang felt her courage waver, tempted to break her promise with Li Tianze.
It clearly violated the Heavenly Dao Contract just sealed, but Li Tianze would never know what happened in this chamber, so maybe…
His warning echoed in her mind, along with the two priceless divine fruits…
The footsteps stopped right before her.
She felt the heat of his breath brush her veil.
Under pressure, she made her choice.
Just a bit of pre-wedding fun, right? He… wouldn’t do anything too bad, would he? I’m eating his fruit, so at worst, I’ll endure a bit more hassle.
Already stuck here, what’s a little more? Trade it for two divine fruits—worth it!
A distinct, sun-warm hand slowly reached for the crimson veil…
Xie Qiyang’s breath quickened, her hands hidden in the wide sleeves quietly forming seals, a faint Lunar force gathering at her fingertips.
She wouldn’t hit hard—just a playful tease.
The moment of resistance had arrived.
As his hand neared the veil’s edge, a voice, laced with complex emotions, cut through the heavy fabric, clear in her ears:
“Ningshuang, I’m sorry. I’ve truly wronged you.”
The voice fell, and without hesitation, the hand lifted the heavy veil.
Blinding golden flames flooded her vision.
Xie Qiyang squinted instinctively.
As her sight cleared, she finally saw the man before her.
He wore a crimson wedding robe, identical to hers yet… more exquisitely tailored, accentuating a waistline almost as delicate as a woman’s.
His face… beyond handsome—stunning!
Features carved like fine jade, brows and eyes like a painting, skin glowing softly under the candlelight.
His lips, naturally rosy, outshone her own rouged ones.
Standing together, they didn’t look like a wedded couple but two breathtaking beauties—one in a bride’s gown, the other in a groom’s robe suited for a divine youth.
The scene was picturesque yet jarringly off.
His most striking feature was his golden eyes, usually molten and fierce, now flickering uncertainly, almost misty with… emotion?
Those eyes gazed at her with overwhelming guilt, tinged with nervousness, panic, and… fear of being exposed?
Why?!
Xie Qiyang sensed something deeply wrong.
This gaze held no joy, no possessiveness, no desire—only guilt so thick it seemed to drown him.
What had he done to feel this guilty? Or…
Under her pure, piercing blue eyes, “Li Tianxing” visibly shrank, his gaze dodging, unable to meet hers.
Trying to ease the awkwardness, he stepped forward, reaching for her delicate, jade-like hand.
His fingertips barely brushed her.
Slap!
Xie Qiyang yanked her hand back, swift and decisive.
Something’s off—way off!
That brief touch sent her hair standing on end.
His hand… was smaller than hers?!
Slender, delicate, with refined joints.
The touch was cool and smooth, nothing like the broad, sun-warm hands she remembered from Li Tianxing.
A faint, elegant, distinctly feminine fragrance wafted from him, invading her senses.
Most crucially, the faint warmth from his hand couldn’t rival the surging Lunar chill within her, unlike the stark contrast she’d felt with the real Li Tianxing.
Even if she was wrong and this was Li Tianxing, her resistance perfectly fulfilled her deal with Li Tianze—two divine fruits for free!
No loss either way!
At worst, she’d annoy him and face a bit more “trouble.”
She was already in his grasp—what’s a little more?
Emboldened, a thrilling sense of control surged within her.
She straightened, chin lifted, her sapphire eyes locking onto him with piercing clarity.
“Who. Are. You?!”
Each word dripped with unyielding accusation.
“I…”
The “Li Tianxing” before her flinched, his stunning face draining of color.
His eyes darted in panic, lips trembling, unable to muster another word, his presence crumbling.
“Hmph!”
Xie Qiyang snorted, stepping forward, her aura overwhelming him.
“You what?! Speak! Who are you really?! What are you hiding? Spill it!”
She reveled in dominating the moment, cornering him.
This fight feels… amazing!
“Ningshuang… Ningshuang, listen!”
He retreated, nearly pressed against the cold stone wall, stammering in desperation, trying to shift topics.
“Please believe me. I… I love you so much, have for so long! My heart is true, sworn by heaven and earth. I…”
“Hah.”
Xie Qiyang let out a scornful laugh, arms crossed, her posture regal, like a queen judging a lowly subject.
Her sapphire eyes gleamed with unmasked disdain and pity for a weakling.
No matter how passionately he professed, explained, or pleaded with a trembling voice, she held her unyielding, impervious stance.
Not listening, not listening, turtle chanting scriptures!
Her eyes and demeanor screamed those eight words.
No matter his silver-tongued pleas, she stood unmoved.
Her silent, crushing contempt shattered him.
His eyes reddened, his “Li Tianxing” face now a pitiful, tear-streaked mess, creating a bizarrely comical scene.
Yet it thrilled Xie Qiyang to no end.
“Sister-in-law, believe me, I’m really Brother! We’re married now, don’t… don’t do this…”