423: Chapter 423 Unusual Love for Lin Yun

"After the match, she went on stage to win him over, lowering her posture to the extreme, and even said she could personally guide Lin Yun's cultivation."

"At the banquet that day, she sought out Lin Yun alone in the corridor, whispering close to his ear, engaging in ambiguous pulling, and even willing to stake herself."

King Feiyun spoke up to this point, her tone calm and waveless, as if she were stating a fact unrelated to her.

"At that time, to prevent Lin Yun from being coaxed away by her, we even directly discussed it with King Leiyin, bringing forward the marriage between Lin Yun and Fei Xue and Feiying."

"We also made various preparations, even factoring in the possibility of someone snatching the bride."

Ziyi's brows furrowed slightly as she recalled the tension and busyness of those days.

King Feiyun continued, her voice steady yet carrying a strength that pierced through the night.

"At that time, King Xuanyin's behavior truly looked like she was playing for keeps; her fondness for Lin Yun couldn't be hidden no matter how hard she tried."

"The way she looked at him, her posture when she approached him, the upward arc of the end of her voice when she spoke..."

"Everything was saying that she was interested in this young man."

"But..."

King Feiyun's tone paused for a moment.

"A day later, her attitude changed completely."

"There wasn't a single ripple of movement."

"She locked herself in her room and didn't step outside for two whole days. The meals sent inside were brought out untouched, without even being sampled."

"She didn't come out until the day Lin Yun married Fei Xue and Feiying."

"She only arrived during the wedding ceremony, sitting quietly in her seat afterwards without doing a thing."

"When Lin Yun came to toast, her reaction was so cold it was as if she had turned into a completely different person."

Ziyi's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

She recalled King Xuanyin's appearance at the wedding banquet that day.

A moon-white robe, plain attire, sitting there the entire time, drinking a cup of tea from hot to cold.

When Lin Yun walked over to toast, she merely held up her cup to clink against his, not even sparing him an extra glance.

At that time, Ziyi had found it strange, thinking King Xuanyin was merely putting on airs of reserve.

Thinking back on it now...

King Feiyun's voice continued to flow in the night.

"Thinking about it now, she was deliberately avoiding any interaction with Lin Yun at that time."

"She was dodging him."

Ziyi's breath hitched slightly.

King Feiyun did not stop.

"And then came that night."

"She actively lured us over to watch, and her attitude at that time was very subtle when recalled now."

"She didn't really want to do anything; it was more like she was dragging us down into the water with her."

"After watching that night, she locked herself up for another day."

"The next day, she left with the Tianlang team."

King Feiyun paused here, her gaze fixed on Ziyi.

"Think carefully about that morning."

"Her attitude toward Lin Yun when she left was abnormally cold."

"She even quietly blocked Lin Yun when he wanted to say a word to Ai Wei."

Ziyi stood in place, replaying the images of that day frame by frame in her mind.

Her expression slowly changed under the moonlight.

From confusion to sudden realization, and from realization to disbelief.

"Could it be..."

"King Xuanyin, she..."

Ziyi's voice was a bit dry, as if something was blocked in her throat.

King Feiyun looked at her and slowly nodded.

"She is just like us."

"She has also experienced an abnormality."

"Towards Lin Yun, she has also developed..."

King Feiyun stopped midway through her sentence.

She didn't finish the last two words.

But those two words had already clearly surfaced between the two of them.

Affection.

Ziyi stood in the moonlight, her entire body as if frozen by something.

She looked at King Feiyun.

She remembered the morning King Xuanyin left.

She remembered King Xuanyin standing in the center of the courtyard, her purple-red skirt fluttering in the morning breeze, her expression calm to the point of near apathy.

She remembered King Xuanyin boarding the blue fox without even turning her head.

At that time, she only thought King Xuanyin was strange.

Only now did she understand...

King Xuanyin was simply running away.

King Xuanyin discovered her abnormality toward Lin Yun; she couldn't control it and couldn't eliminate it, so she could only run.

Run as fast as possible, as far as possible.

Ziyi's lips moved, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of shattering something:

"Then will we... also become like that?"

King Feiyun did not answer.

Moonlight filled the courtyard, stretching their shadows very, very long.

The night breeze passed through the locust trees, emitting a rustling sound, like an unanswered sigh.

To figure out whether King Xuanyin was truly the same as the two of them,

having developed unusual feelings of fondness for Lin Yun,

Ziyi and King Feiyun thought of a person almost at the same time.

Moli.

In the Lingyuan Empire, who had the best relationship with King Xuanyin?

Of course it was Moli.

The two had known each other since childhood, and their friendship was deep enough to expose each other's shortcomings and banter.

Those embarrassing stories of King Xuanyin that even her disciple Ai Wei didn't know could be rattled off by Moli like a family treasure.

If King Xuanyin really had some abnormality, Moli must know something.

King Feiyun sent Moli a message.

Asking if she was convenient, as she had important matters to inquire about.

Waiting for a moment.

No reply.

Waiting another quarter of an hour.

Still no reply.

King Feiyun frowned slightly and sent another one.

It still sank like a stone in the ocean.

Ziyi watched from the side, was silent for a moment, and then also sent one.

Likewise, there was no response.

The two looked at each other.

With the light computer in the Sea of Consciousness, it was impossible for Moli not to have received their messages.

Unless she was completely immersed in the Virtual World and had blocked all messages.

"Let's go," King Feiyun said, "and take a look at her house."

The two figures plunged into the night once more, flying swiftly toward the direction of Moli's residence.

At this time, Moli had long thrown those little doubts in her mind to the nine heavens.

She returned home, pondered over Lin Yun's affairs for a long time, and the more she thought, the more clueless she became.

She simply hardened her heart.

Stop thinking about it!

Throwing her entire body onto the soft couch, her consciousness completely sank into the light computer, diving into the mecha battle arena of the Virtual World.

On the arena.

Moli controlled a mighty mecha, her Movement Technique tricky and her firepower fierce.

Fighting three against one, she suppressed three high-ranking players on the opposite side.

Shells roared and sword lights flashed.

She fought with great momentum, exceptionally arrogant, and the arena was filled with her smiling taunts.

The other side was beaten back step by step, about to secure a triple kill.

Suddenly, a gentle female voice came into her ears, piercing through the game's blocking layer.

"Moli."

It was Ziyi's voice.

Moli's hand controlling the mecha trembled slightly, almost getting blown up by a cannon shot from the opposite side.

Even with messages blocked, she could still hear it; without needing to think, Ziyi was speaking to her in reality.

What a killjoy!

Moli furrowed her little brows, reluctantly splitting off a wisp of Divine Thought, exiting the game and falling back into the Sea of Consciousness.

Her Divine Thought spread out, sweeping outside the mansion's gates.

Oh.

King Feiyun had also come.

Coming to her door in the middle of the night, there must be something going on.

Moli had no choice but to crawl up from the soft couch.

Putting on her little slippers, she trotted patter-patter over to the door.