Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 159 Song Shi'an's Marriage
"You didn't even ask me who I wanted to kill."

Xin Yue, whose face was being covered by a hand, looked into Song Shi'an's eyes, her tone still not very calm.

"The person you want to kill, could they be a good person?"

Song Shi'an seemed to already know what had happened to her.

The fact that he was an orphan may be related to this hatred.

As for those important figures who are difficult to approach in this lifetime...

That's too many.

After all, heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

But this 'approach' should mean more about having the opportunity to kill.

With her current convenient status, she can see or get close to whomever she wants without much trouble.

It's just that we can't kill him.

"Song Shi'an, why can you trust me unconditionally?" Xin Yue didn't quite understand.

"Because you also believe in me unconditionally."

Song Shi'an provided an answer.

The two of them developed a close revolutionary camaraderie at some point, to the point that they could confide in each other about the most outrageous and treasonous things, in an extremely explicit manner.

"I understand."

Xinyue nodded.

Song Shi'an removed his hand from her fragrant face and asked curiously, "Is this the reason you approached the Sixth Prince?"

“I never intended to harm him,” Xin Yue explained. “And it was truly a coincidence that I became his bodyguard.”

"Is it just that after becoming one, you saw hope of killing your enemies?"

“Yes,” Xin Yue said truthfully. “His Highness doesn’t know my purpose. If I really do it, it will inevitably affect him.”

"Then do it beautifully."

Song Shi'an said.

"..." Xin Yue didn't know how to do it gracefully, but she didn't want to lie. "I'd be willing to die the next moment just to see him die by my hand. But that would inevitably cause you trouble."

"What do I care about the deluge after I'm dead?" Song Shi'an laughed.

“I’m not that selfish.” Xin Yue shook her head and said hesitantly, “The only thing I don’t want to do is hurt you.”

“If you do it well, it won’t harm me, and you’ll be able to survive as well,” Song Shi’an said.

"Of course I hope so."

"Then we'd better work hard," Song Shi'an joked. "We absolutely cannot let that person die of old age."

For the Avengers, it is imperative to personally pay for the blood debt.

If someone dies from illness, falls to their death, or is killed by someone else, no matter how painful the process, if it has nothing to do with you, you won't feel any satisfaction.

This is why Wu Zixu had King Ping of Chu's corpse dragged out and whipped.

The news of the enemy's sudden death brings only endless pain and regret to the avenger.

Staring at the other person, Xin Yue declared, "Even if such an opportunity arises, I don't want the other person to die in battle."

"You're going to kill yourself, right?"

"Ah."

"What if you die?"

"To die is to die."

Xin Yue spoke those four words with unwavering determination.

Song Shi'an finally saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I rediscovered the meaning of this journey in life.

“I promise you,” Song Shi’an replied.

"Thank you."

Xin Yue slowly stood up, raised her hand, but stopped just before touching Song Shi'an's cheek, and slowly lowered it: "I won't tell you who I want to kill. Just do your thing and don't worry about me. I will always follow you, and once you reach the top, I will go about my own business."

"it is good."

Song Shi'an had no spare power to bring down the important figure that Xin Yue would never have the chance to get close to in her lifetime.

So let it all happen naturally.

"The food is getting cold."

After gradually calming down, Xin Yue pointed to the side and changed the subject.

"Oh, okay." Song Shi'an returned to his desk and continued eating.

Xin Yue looked at his retreating figure and smiled.

Walking up to him, Xinyue suddenly said, "Big Brother, you've lost a lot of weight, eat more."

It's quite a contrast that such words could come out of her mouth.

It felt like this was the first time she had ever shown concern for someone.

"Where are you going?" Song Shi'an didn't answer, but instead looked up and asked.

"Your sister just quietly invited me out; I should go."

"Then go ahead, but don't take her words too seriously. That child speaks without thinking."

"That's something you're like."

"How could I be outspoken? I'm just charming and witty." Song Shi'an was already prepared for the historical record to say about him.

"That's quite funny."

Xin Yue chuckled for a moment and then opened the door. But before leaving, she turned back to look at the man who was just finishing his meal, and her tone softened unusually: "Song Shi'an, even if I had the chance to take revenge, I would probably have to trade my life for his."

Song Shi'an continued to eat, head down.

"Whatever you do will not affect our relationship."

"What kind of relationship do we have?" Song Shi'an asked.

To this question, Xin Yue rarely showed a sweet smile: "I don't know."

After saying that, she slipped away.

Even the rice didn't taste very good when Song Shi'an was left behind. He thought of Xin Yue that day, in the dim candlelight of the tent, her back to him, as she wiped her body with mugwort water, her graceful hips and waist accentuated.

Song Shi'an wasn't originally this sexually repressed.

The only thing that can excite him is a real-life version of a promotion simulator.

But what this woman said was rather touching.

.........

"Sister Xinyue, could you let me take a look at this sword?"

In Song Qin's boudoir, she stared with great interest at the sword at the other person's waist.

"Here you go." Xin Yue handed the sword to her without any hesitation.

Song Qin slowly drew the heavy sword, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"If you like it, I can give you one," Xin Yue said, seeing how interested he was. "But this one won't do; I'm better at killing people."

"You've killed someone?" Song Qin asked in surprise.

"Haven't you heard about Wulei?"

"Oh, I know, you mean the story about using a beautiful woman to lure and kill Wang Shen, right? I know, I thought it was just a legend, I didn't expect it to be true." However, Song Qin's interest wasn't in that. "Since it's about killing someone with beauty, can I dress up a bit and see just how beautiful I am?"

"No."

Xinyue extended her hand, directly refusing.

"Sister Xinyue, you're being a bit too carefree."

Song Qin admired him even more and said with great interest, "You don't have this much of a woman's weakness. Does the man you like have to be stronger than you?"

“No, that’s not it,” Xin Yue said after thinking for a moment.

"Then you like the Sixth Prince?" Song Qin asked.

"No," Xin Yue replied. "My relationship with the Sixth Prince is only that of a prince and his bodyguard."

"So you like my brother?"

All this buildup was for this one strike.

I originally thought I would receive a somewhat arrogant rejection, or a stammering, evasive rejection.

But Xin Yue just stared at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

This made Song Qin a little insecure, and she cautiously asked, "Are you angry?"

“I’m not angry,” Xin Yue said.

"Then why didn't you answer my question earlier?" Song Qin asked suspiciously.

"Because no matter what I say, you will relay it to your brother."

“…I promise I won’t tell!” Song Qin said earnestly.

"Your promise is useless; you'll definitely say it anyway."

"You figured it out..." Song Qin was exasperated, but she wasn't about to give up. "Why didn't you just say you didn't like it? Weren't you just covering it up?"

“If I say that, he’ll cause me trouble.” Xin Yue thought about the scene and added, “Besides, he’s really troublesome.”

"Oh, so he likes you?"

“Isn’t it normal for him to like whomever he wants?” Xin Yue said casually from her seat. “If he didn’t have these male instincts, why did he often frequent places like the Snowstorm Inn and listen to music in brothels?”

“He didn’t really go,” Song Qin defended him. “He was just pretending to be dashing and debonair. In reality, he was studying hard and had no interest in romance. That’s what everyone’s been saying lately.”

"Do you really know your brother? Do you need to rely on rumors from others?"

"So, Sister Xinyue, are you really not going to marry into our family?" Song Qin asked bluntly.

Since the two of them are in the same room, something must be going on.

If they still aren't married after all this, people will gossip.

"Shi Anmei, shall we play a game?" Xinyue said.

"What game?" Song Qin asked with interest.

“Next, we’ll only talk about your brother, but I won’t be mentioned at all.”

"..." Since the other party had said that, Song Qin didn't want to make a fool of herself. Then, she took out a sample paper and presented it to her, "Sister Xinyue, there are indeed some topics about my brother, but I don't know if they are related to you."

"His article?"

Xinyue picked it up and began to read.

Song Qin, who was standing next to her, said, "Song Ce and I read this article together. He said that my brother was writing about a woman he liked, admired, but who was also distant from him, and that she definitely had a real-life counterpart."

Xin Yue read it aloud as well.

The Goddess of the Luo River was the object of much affection from Song Shi'an.

She was the woman he longed for.

Every move she made, every smile she gave, was divine, making Song Shi'an's heart flutter.

"Song Ce said he wanted to ask his master what this 'spirited woman' meant, but I feel that such a beautiful woman, and one that my brother has been in contact with, excluding those who listen to music in brothels, can only be..."

“Sun Jinhua is gone.”

Xin Yue looked up and returned the scroll to her.

“Could it be you?” Song Qin quickly said.

"The Goddess of the Luo River is the most beautiful of beauties, the most beautiful of women."

Xin Yue didn't understand Po Nu, but she could tell that such a divine and stunningly beautiful woman couldn't possibly be herself.

"..."

To be honest, Song Qin also felt that the goddess was the kind of woman in the traditional sense.

It really feels a bit incongruous to have Xin Yue, who knows how to wield a sword, knows how to kill, and doesn't like wearing women's clothing...

The more I think about it, the more she seems to be the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan.

Song Qin asked somewhat helplessly, "Then what are you going to do?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Xin Yue didn't care at all and said quite decisively, "Whoever his goddess is, is whoever she wants."

Love is whoever it is.

(End of this chapter)