322: Chapter 322 Can I Cut in Line?

"Jingjun is truly foolish. She practiced the Heartless Sword for a lifetime, yet she still broke her vows because of you."

"Tomorrow... Jingjun will unleash the strongest sword strike of her life."

"If I vanish after delivering that strike, you must never blame me, this bastard who abandoned her husband, for practicing the Heartless Sword and becoming heartless."

"You must remember."

"That sword strike is not heartless; it is to protect you."

"Husband, you must live on well, carrying my share with you..."

Cang Mingyue sat on the other side.

She was wearing that water-blue long dress.

She reached out with her slender hands.

Bit by bit, she meticulously combed through Su Chen's messy white hair.

"Young Master Su, did you know?"

"The lifespan of the mermaid race is very, very long."

Cang Mingyue's eyes were filled with infatuation.

"From the day I met you, I naively thought that I could accompany you to watch the passage of time across this world."

"However, the ocean has fallen ill, and the world has fallen ill too."

"Tomorrow, Yue'er will turn into the coldest ice in this world."

"It is just that... in the end, Yue'er still failed to live up to your expectations."

"I do not know if tomorrow, Yue'er will be able to briefly take that step, for a carp... to leap over the dragon gate."

She took a mermaid scale that emitted a faint blue glow, along with the extraordinary item familiar to Su Chen, the "Water-Avoiding Pearl."

She carefully tucked them into Su Chen's collar, pressing them against his chest.

"This heart-protecting scale is for you."

"In the future, if you feel lonely, just listen to the sound of the ocean."

"Yue'er will always, always be singing for you within the waves."

What Cang Mingyue did not say was this:

That heart-protecting scale was actually the reverse scale of a dragon after a mermaid transforms into one.

It was not only the most important scale on her entire body.

It could also, after her death, block one more attack from the Transcendence Realm for Su Chen.

Zhuge Jinyu sat beside Su Chen.

She did not cry.

It was just that her cold, clear eyes held too much inexpressible, deep affection.

She held Su Chen's hands tightly, fingers intertwined, passing her own body heat to him.

She spoke of their bits and pieces in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Of their strategic planning in the imperial court.

Of boiling snow to brew tea on the summit of Mount Qingcheng.

Over and over again, she told these stories to him as if recounting a tale.

Regardless of whether Su Chen was conscious, regardless of whether he could understand.

They simply wanted to engrave these beautiful memories deep into his soul during the final moments of their lives.

The night grew deeper.

The cold wind howled outside the tent, and the candle flame inside made a soft "crackle."

Zhuge Jinyu gripped Su Chen's hand tightly, feeling the faint pulse of a living person coming from his palm.

Suddenly, a wild thought flashed through her mind.

This thought was somewhat sacrilegious.

But as long as it appeared in Zhuge Jinyu's mind, it would be impossible to shake off.

It even caused a rare, inexplicable blush to appear on the cold, arrogant cheeks of the Great Qian Chancellor.

She bit her red lips and looked up.

She looked at Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue, whose eyes were also red and swollen.

"Yue'er, Jingjun..."

Zhuge Jinyu's voice carried a rare tremor and hesitation.

"You say, although the Master currently has no consciousness and his soul is sealed."

"But... his instinctive physical reactions as a man should still exist, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken,

the somewhat sorrowful air inside the tent instantly became strange.

Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue were both stunned.

Immediately, the pretty faces of both women turned "swish" bright red.

Even their earlobes began to burn.

They were both incredibly intelligent women.

How could they not understand the hidden meaning behind Zhuge Jinyu's bold words?

"Zhuge Jinyu, have you lost your mind?!"

Ye Jingjun stood up abruptly, glaring at Zhuge Jinyu in shame and annoyance, chiding her.

"What time is it now?"

"The enemy army is pressing on the borders outside, and tomorrow we are going to our deaths."

"You... you are actually thinking of having... with the husband..."

"Having that kind of... farewell intimacy?"

Ye Jingjun gritted her teeth, a flash of pain appearing in her eyes.

"Even if the husband still has his instincts."

"But what if... what if you end up pregnant?"

"Are you not afraid of dying while carrying his flesh and blood, only to be unable to close your eyes in death in the underworld, filled with regret for not leaving him an heir?"

Faced with Ye Jingjun's accusation, Zhuge Jinyu did not retreat in the slightest.

She calmly flicked her waterfall-like long hair, her gaze revealing the unique, bone-deep pride she had once possessed as the Chancellor of Great Qian.

"What is there to fear?"

"You, the Heartless Sword Immortal Ye Jingjun, fear nothing in heaven or earth, yet you are starting to get cold feet now?"

Zhuge Jinyu lifted her chin slightly.

"We are all Transcendent Heroic Spirits. At this level of strength, it is very difficult to conceive offspring."

"I spent so much time with the Master during my fertile period last time and never got pregnant, let alone now when our lives hang by a thread?"

She reached out and stroked Su Chen's chin, covered in dark stubble, with infinite tenderness.

Her eyes shimmered with watery light.

"Besides, we are about to die anyway."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Jinyu's voice choked with emotion.

The dignity of the high-and-mighty Chancellor completely collapsed.

Only the plea of a poor woman about to lose her lover remained.

"Once we leave, the Master will truly have nothing left."

"This... this can be considered leaving the Master with a most profound physical memento before we go."

"It is also... also for ourselves, in this desperate world, to find one last shred of meager comfort."

"Before I die, I want to truly and tangibly feel that I am his woman."

Zhuge Jinyu's words struck the hearts of Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue like a heavy hammer.

That is right, they were all going to die.

What else was there to be concerned about?

What else was there to be reserved about?

Those worldly rites, those past jealousies.

In the face of life and death, they were simply too ridiculous to be worth mentioning.

The tent fell into a dead silence once more.

Ye Jingjun clenched her fists tightly and slowly lowered her head.

She no longer argued.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, clearly struggling to suppress the indescribable emotions in her heart.

Just then, Cang Mingyue stood up.

This mermaid demon king, who usually seemed the most obedient,

at this moment displayed the boldness and passion unique to demon women.

Her water-blue eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water, looking straight at the sluggish Su Chen.

"Since that is the case..."

Cang Mingyue took a deep breath.

"Then tonight, let me be the first to do it."

She turned her head to look at the stunned sisters.

"After all, when we go to the battlefield tomorrow, it will be me who first unleashes my demon core to freeze the world for ten thousand miles, and then the two of you will act."

"The last time we were with Young Master Su, both of you were ahead of me."

"But this time, I... I am the one who will sacrifice myself first."

"Let me cut the line, alright?"