Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 63

Was that jade pendant given to the original owner by this man? Why, in her memories, was it given to her by her father?

Nalan Jing remained silent. The man seemed to know what she was thinking and simply said, "You were only seven or eight years old at the time. Your father asked me for this jade pendant for you."

Nalan Jingwen lowered her eyes and tried hard to recall. She should have memories of being seven or eight years old, but she found that her memories of those years, like her memories of going to war with the army, were a blank.

Why is this happening?

The man looked at her, his indifferent and cold eyes like a handful of ice and snow, and slowly said, "You should call me Master."

Nalan Jingwen was shocked, but he did not show it on his face and said cautiously.

"How do you prove that?"

The man merely glanced at her and said, "No proof is needed."

Yes, no proof is needed. The moment he made his move, she keenly sensed that the technique he used shared the same aura as hers, or rather, the same aura as the power she had merged with.

No wonder, no wonder the original owner was so ignorant and incompetent. Such a spoiled brat actually possessed martial arts skills and such strong internal energy. Although it was still far inferior to her current internal energy, it had already surpassed many people. Although she had doubts before, she did not think about it in detail. It was because of this.

But he hasn't appeared all these years. Why is he suddenly appearing now? Did he sense something?

"Why did you bring me here?"

This place is a desolate and remote mountain, uninhabited. If someone were to die here without anyone noticing, no one would find out.

The man simply looked at her, remaining silent.

Countless ideas flashed through her mind, but she rejected them one by one, finally settling on one point.

She suddenly looked up and stared straight at him.

"You don't want me to save Rong Hengyu?"

A flicker of emotion appeared in the man's eyes. "I thought you couldn't guess."

"Since you say that we are master and disciple, then you have no intention of harming me. I haven't seen you for many years and we haven't had much contact, let alone any conflict of interest. The only reason you appeared at this time is because of this."

The man listened quietly, a fleeting hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Do you have a grudge against Rong Hengyu?"

He shook his head and remained silent.

"Since you have no grudge against him, why are you stopping me from saving him?"

Logically speaking, the man in front of them looked like a hermit, a sage, while Rong Hengyu was a young master from a noble family. The two should have no connection at all.

The man simply said, "Knowing too much will not do you any good."

"What if I insist on knowing?"

Nalan Jingwen gazed at him with deep, cold eyes, like the frost of winter, and her tone suddenly rose.

The man was not intimidated by her tone; he simply shook his head.

He then lightly placed his palm on her forehead, his cool brows furrowing slightly, his eyes lowered, and a strand of silver hair brushed against Nalan Jingwen's cheek, tickling her slightly.

"How could this be?"

He lowered his hand and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Nalan Jingwen remained silent, his cold eyes fixed on him.

Seeing that she did not answer, he waved his hand, and with a tearing sound, the sound of clothes ripping apart made Nalan Jingwen's expression freeze, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

With a pull from the man's hand, Nalan Jingwen turned around uncontrollably, feeling a pair of warm, cool hands covering her skin and gently caressing her.

Nalan Jingwen had a cold face and was very unhappy. She had actually been stripped of her clothes by a strange man, leaving her bare back for him to examine and look at!

She had never suffered such humiliation before!

A coat was draped over her, carrying a uniquely masculine, icy aura. When she turned around, the man's eyes had changed; they were no longer indifferent, but cold and sharp, with a hint of doubt.

Why? Why such a sudden and drastic change?

"Saving Rong Hengyu will do you no good. That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving only his back view.

Nalan Jingwen was puzzled by his sudden change, but now that he was gone, she had to rush back as soon as possible. She circulated her inner energy, trying to break through the restriction, but perhaps her strength was too weak compared to his, and she was unable to break through the restriction!

She tried many times, but each time she was just a little short of solving the problem. Sweat was beading on her forehead; she had exhausted herself.

With a rustling of clothes, a black figure touched the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

Jingchi rushed over as soon as he caught her scent. When he arrived, he saw Nalan Jingwen's current state: her clothes were slightly disheveled, and she was wearing a coat that was clearly a man's.

His eyes darkened, turning somewhat cold.

Upon hearing that he had arrived, Nalan Jing commanded, "Untie me."

"Yes."

Jingchi stepped forward and reached out to take off the coat, but the moment he touched that fair skin, his fingertips trembled, and his eyes darted away before quickly looking down.

"No need to take off your clothes, just undress them for me like this."

She didn't want to go back looking so disheveled.

"Yes."

A hint of danger and ferocity flashed in his clear blue eyes, which were no longer pure and clear. Nalan Jingwen had his back to him and did not see it.

He placed his palm on her back to help her break through the restriction.

Nalan Jingwen closed her eyes and focused on circulating her internal energy. To her surprise, she found that the internal energy in the Mirror Pool strangely merged with her own, which felt very comfortable. Although there were differences, it was clearly from the same lineage.

Suppressing her doubts, with the help of the mirror pool, she quickly broke through the restriction and then grabbed his neck with her other hand.

Apply a little force.

"Why is your power so similar to mine?! What is this?!"

she asked sharply.

Jingchi was being choked, but he didn't resist at all; he just stared at her quietly.

"I believe that Your Highness is aware of this."

"What do you mean?"

"This is called profound power. I'm afraid I can't tell you anything more than that."

Mystic power? The power that has been tormenting her is called mystic power. Was she also involved with this mystic power last night?

When he released his grip, a bright red mark had appeared on Jingchi's neck.

Nalan Jingwen looked at him coldly, "What else are you hiding from me?"

Jingchi was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and began to unbutton his clothes until his upper body was completely exposed.

Although Nalan Jingwen had doubts, he did not stop it.

Jingchi slowly turned around, his back to her. Nalan Jingwen noticed that he had a tattoo on his waist.

Although I have seen him naked several times, I don’t know if he intentionally covered it up or if he never turned around, and I have never seen the tattoo on his body.

"Does Your Highness recall it?"

Nalan Jingwen reached out and touched the tattoo, clearly feeling the body beneath his hand tense up.

Jingchi continued, "It's a white tiger. Has Your Highness ever seen it?"

"Never."

Nalan Jingwen told the truth that she had no memory of the tattoo.