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[HSRGSS] Chapter 134: A Cold Reunion
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 00:25:40 +0000 UTCAs time reached midnight, the cold moonlight spread pale across the towering walls of the Seat of Divine Foresight and the tightly shut vermilion gates, adding a sense of solemnness to the night.
In the quietness of this deep night, even the footsteps of the patrolling guards seemed especially distant.
Soon, a slender shadow appeared silently atop the roof, fine as flowing silk, leaving no ripple or noise behind.
As the moonlight shone upon the shadow, their figure was revealed.
A slender and beautiful young woman with long white hair tipped in light blue, pale skin, and light-red eyes—who else but Jingliu?
Jingliu scanned the surroundings and, finding nothing unusual, lowered the tip of the ice sword she held against the ground and let it go.
Clang!
As the ice sword struck the ground, it toppled, its hilt pointing in a certain direction.
Jingliu gazed that way for a moment, then tapped the wall tiles with her toes without hesitation, and her figure, like a swift night owl, vanished soundlessly into the shadows.
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In a secluded little courtyard, a few carefully tended flowers and plants stretched their leaves beneath the moonlight, and near them was a stone bench with someone sitting leisurely on it.
Lucian sat alone on the stone bench, his back facing the small, refined building behind him, where a dim yellow lamp was still lit.
As for why he was here and not sleeping with Baiheng, Baiheng had long since run out of strength and was now lying fast asleep on the soft bed inside his bedroom, so he came here to cool the fire inside him down, thanks to the night breeze that carried a chill.
'She actually dared to tease me all by herself... Last time she didn't pass out, that was only because Jingliu shared the burden with her.'
Lucian couldn't help but grumble inwardly about Baiheng while gazing at the artificial night sky.
Earlier, Baiheng teased him relentlessly, yet after just a few rounds, she actually ended up fainting from exhaustion.
Even though he hadn't been satisfied yet, he still understood how to cherish delicate beauty, so, left with no choice, he came outside to cool off in the night breeze.
Yet this peace was shattered like still water struck by a stone.
Suddenly, an extreme cold came without warning, piercing straight through Lucian's clothes and stabbing into his marrow.
Sensing the sudden cold, Lucian's muscles tensed in a fraction of an instant, as the instinct honed by countless life-and-death battles seized control of his body like lightning.
Swish!
In just a fraction of less than a second, Lucian's right hand instinctively clenched into a fist brimming with energy, whistling through the air as he turned and swung his fist fiercely toward the source of the cold!
As the strike howled, energy surging, ready to engulf and tear apart the silent figure approaching from behind, in that split second, Lucian's gaze finally caught the blurred outline of the intruder.
In that instant, the moonlight revealed that familiar, slender figure, with long hair white as snow—and most of all, those red eyes gleamed with piercing light.
"Jingliu?!"
A low gasp caught in Lucian's throat, and at the same moment, his fist strike, carrying unstoppable force, froze the instant it brushed against Jingliu's clothes.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the gust from Lucian's fist lifted Jingliu's white hair—just a hair's breadth more, and her head would have been smashed like a shattered watermelon by his strike.
Yet Jingliu had not dodged, nor even raised a defense.
Instead, she lifted both of her hands and clutched his fist tightly, like a drowning person grasping a final piece of driftwood.
"Master... It's me..."
Jingliu's voice was harsh and broken, every word squeezed out as if from a throat frozen solid.
Lucian stood frozen, truly not expecting Jingliu to arrive so quickly because he had thought it would take days at the earliest, perhaps months at the longest.
But more importantly, the moment she appeared and called him Master, didn't that mean she had accepted the second memories from the script?
Still, that cold aura from earlier… was it her resentment over his sudden departure, or something else?
Lucian couldn't help but wonder.
"It's only been a few days, and I thought you were gonna turn into a rebel disciple already." Lucian smiled and joked lightly.
Hearing his familiar joke, Jingliu couldn't help but recall the happiness of the past—the happiness she had finally found, the happiness she had nearly lost by her own hands.
"I'm sorry… Master…" Jingliu clutched his hand as if pouring her entire strength into it. "I won't sulk and throw tantrums anymore... Just... Just don't abandon me again…"
A sharp pain instantly tugged at Lucian's heart as he witnessed her actually taking the initiative to apologize.
Now, his usually cold and aloof disciple seemed as fragile as glass that might shatter at any second.
"I never planned to abandon you..." Lucian soothed gently, opening his arms and pulling that cold, trembling body tightly into his embrace. "Everything had a reason. I'll tell you slowly."
Jingliu stayed silent and did not resist at all as she buried herself deeper into his chest, her arms locked tight around his waist, squeezing him so hard that Lucian could do nothing.
Jingliu's cheek pressed against the skin of his neck, drinking in that reassuring warmth, while Lucian rested his chin softly on her chilled hair, one hand gently patting her thin back while the other pulled her tighter into his hold.
Whoosh—
Just then, the night breeze passed, stirring their hair until it tangled together.
Jingliu rubbed against Lucian's neck insistently, her nose greedily breathing in that familiar, comforting scent unique to him—the scent that was like medicine, soothing her taut nerves bit by bit.
However, she soon realized that, wrapped in that warmth, another faint, foreign fragrance slipped into her sharp senses like a stone tossed into calm water.
It was none other than a woman's body scent.
And deeper still… it was a subtle, private fragrance, laced with the faint trace of passion—a scent she knew all too well.
Jingliu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, then she raised her face slightly from the hollow of Lucian's neck and inhaled again to confirm.
In that instant, she was convinced—the fragrance lingering on her master, entwined in the fabric of his clothes, along his neck, even seeping into the warmth of his skin, was none other than the fragrance of Baiheng.
Another solid proof was the strand of purple hair stuck to her master's neck.
"Baiheng was here before me...?"
Jingliu's muffled voice came, no longer fragile but frosted with ice, causing Lucian's hand on her back to pause for a beat.
Lucian lowered his gaze, meeting Jingliu's serene red eyes.
"Yeah, she's already asleep. You can see her tomorrow."
Lucian's tone carried a forced calm, as though trying to gloss something over.
Jingliu rose on her toes, her nose almost brushing his, her heated breath sliding along his jaw.
"What were you two just doing?"
Jingliu's voice was low, tinged with provocation yet sharp as a question, which made Lucian instantly feel a twinge of guilt.
He couldn't help it.
While Jingliu had been desperately searching for him, he had been 'smashing' Baiheng, which was honestly not the most honorable thing.
However, what could he do?
Even if he had wanted to search for Jingliu, he hadn't known her whereabouts, so all he could do was wait—it wasn't entirely his fault.
Lucian sighed deeply, released Jingliu, sat down on the stone bench, averted his gaze to the sky, and spoke.
"Nothing much... We're just playing cards, waiting for you—"
"Playing cards? Waiting for me?" Jingliu cut him off, her voice rising with a bitter, mocking edge. "Master, do you think I'm some clueless kid who doesn't understand any of this?"
As she spoke, she suddenly straddled Lucian's lap, then cupped his face, her expression grave.
"Are you still angry with me? If you've forgiven me, then prove it to me..." Jingliu said with a heavy breath, her gaze turning slightly obsessive. "Whatever Baiheng had, I want it too."
Right after these words fell, her arms, supple yet firm, instantly wrapped around Lucian's neck, while her body leaned forward, pressing her soft mounds against his solid chest without the slightest gap, causing their forms to distort slightly.
Jingliu's slender but unyielding frame, with its chill, created a strange and stirring pressure.
Lucian, cornered, had no choice but to prove he truly wasn't angry with her.
