The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Duan Tianyang was somewhat at a loss for words at Ling Ziyan's sudden intimacy. He tilted his head slightly and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's all because of you..."

The original owner's hair turned white because of the emotional trauma caused by Ling Ziyan; and his temples turned white because he gradually merged with the original owner.

Duan Tianyang's voice was very low, but Ling Ziyan still heard it. She gently twisted Duan Tianyang's silver hair and pulled him closer, her eyes cold: "What did you say? Because of me?"

Duan Tianyang met Ling Ziyan's gaze, took a deep breath, and changed the subject: "I'm sorry, I drank too much in Xuanhuang City that night, so...so I couldn't remember it the next day..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Ziyan let go of his hand without saying a word, with only resentment and anger in her eyes.

Duan Tianyang swallowed his saliva and was about to apologize again, but Ling Ziyan asked first: "What about now? Do you remember?"

"Remember...I remember..."

Ling Ziyan felt mixed emotions. She really wanted to slap Duan Tianyang in the face to vent all the grievances she had suffered these days, but she still held back.

Looking at Duan Tianyang who was so close to her, her nose felt sore and tears welled up in her eyes...

Since Duan Tianyang left Xuanhuang City, she led her troops to attack the Kingdom of Jin, but returned in defeat. During this time, even her most beloved adoptive father left her.

In the past six months or so, she had endured too much alone. Now, even the guards around her had betrayed her, which made her deeply doubt human nature.

Although she looks very cold and strong on the surface, she actually longs for care and warmth in her heart.

She knew that Duan Tianyang's first departure from Huanyue City was her fault, but the two subsequent departures made her feel very wronged.

She even began to wonder if Duan Tianyang was deliberately taking revenge on her...

Thinking of this, she couldn't hold back any more, tears dripped down her eyes...

Not wanting Duan Tianyang to see her tears streaming down her face, she turned and walked towards the cliff at the top of the mountain. All the grievances she had suffered in the past few days turned into tears.

Looking at Ling Ziyan's sobbing back and her hair flying in the wind, Duan Tianyang felt like his heart was about to break.

He bent down and picked up a dead branch, then walked quietly behind Ling Ziyan, gently gathered up her scattered black hair, and pinned it up tenderly.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally mustered up the courage, took Ling Ziyan into his arms, and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"Go away, don't touch me!" Ling Ziyan struggled, but couldn't help crying even harder.

Duan Tianyang did not let go, but hugged her tighter. His whole heart was aching. At the same time, a subtle feeling surged in his heart, making him vaguely uneasy, but this feeling soon disappeared.

When Ling Ziyan's crying gradually subsided, Duan Tianyang loosened his arms, took her hand, and said softly, "Let's go."

Ling Ziyan's face was still wet with tears, but she had stopped crying. She raised her hand and gently stroked the bun on her head that was pinned up with a dead branch, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

"The situation in the city is complicated. I don't know which soldiers are still loyal to you and which ones want to kill you. This place is not far from the main city. Why don't I take you there?" Duan Tianyang held Ling Ziyan's hand and said as they walked.

Upon hearing this, Ling Ziyan suddenly stopped and asked, "What about you?" There was a barely perceptible expectation in her voice.

"I'll go back to Xiguan when your situation is safe."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Ziyan's face suddenly became ugly. She shook off Duan Tianyang's hand, turned around and said coldly: "Then you can leave now, I will go to Nantian City by myself!"

She had taken just a few steps when she stepped on a loose stone and lost her balance, falling heavily to the ground with a cry of pain.

Duan Tianyang rushed forward and saw Ling Ziyan sitting on the ground, holding her ankles tightly with both hands, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and her face full of pain.

He squatted down, his tone full of concern: "Are you okay?"

Ling Ziyan endured the pain and answered stubbornly: "It's none of your business, just go back to your Xiguan!"

Although she said this, her eyes betrayed her; the pain and loss were clearly visible.

Duan Tianyang was not a fool either. He stretched out his hand towards Ling Ziyan's ankle and asked at the same time, "Don't you want me to go back to Xiguan?"

As soon as he touched Ling Ziyan, she broke out in cold sweats from the pain. She frowned but still insisted, "No, you can leave if you want to. It's not the first time anyway!"

"There are still many brothers waiting for me in Xiguan. Besides, you are not unaware of the situation in the Divine Realm. The border needs me."

It was obvious that she had twisted her body badly. Duan Tianyang gently lifted her calves and carefully took off her shoes and socks. Ling Ziyan's jade feet gradually appeared, pure and flawless.

Duan Tianyang lowered his head to check the injury with a focused gaze, and Ling Ziyan's expression eased a little.

In her heart, she longed for Duan Tianyang to stay by her side, but reason told her that with the current situation in the Divine Realm, Xiguan really needed Duan Tianyang, the commander-in-chief of the Hongxing Army.

After all, apart from the Hongxing Army, there was no other force in Xiguan that could compete with the Jin Army.

Since ascending the throne, Ling Ziyan's character has changed significantly. Originally, she was just a willful and capricious young lady, but now, she knows very well what kind of responsibility she shoulders.

After countless sleepless nights, she finally had a clear answer to the emotional entanglement between her and Duan Tianyang.

That is, as long as Duan Tianyang is willing, no matter how her parents try to stop her, she will resume her engagement with Duan Tianyang and continue their old relationship.

Just when she was about to ask Duan Tianyang if he was willing, she saw him take out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his arms, pour out two black pills, and swallow them without hesitation.

Then, he tore off a piece of his clothes, applied the pill that had turned into residue in his mouth onto the cloth strip, and gently pressed it towards Ling Ziyan's ankle.

"What are you doing?" Ling Ziyan instinctively retracted her feet, frowned slightly, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"This is a medicine for healing wounds. It is effective both internally and externally." Duan Tianyang explained patiently, his eyes full of tenderness.

Ling Ziyan raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "Why don't you just apply it directly? Why do you have to chew it up... Really..."

Although there was a hint of disgust in her words, her heart was pounding.

"How can I help you apply it if you don't chew it thoroughly?" Duan Tianyang raised his eyes and looked at Ling Ziyan.

Ling Ziyan pretended to be displeased, but quietly extended her leg in front of him.

Duan Tianyang lowered his head and bandaged the wound carefully. Ling Ziyan wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, she lightly waved her pink fist and gestured twice on his head.

Duan Tianyang keenly caught the sound of wind above his head and looked up in confusion, but Ling Ziyan had already retracted her fists, lightly supported the ground with both hands, turned her head and looked into the distance, pretending to look at the scenery.