C170 (2/2)

”Lord Neither Prison Officer has returned to the underworld. Are you reinstating your previous position?” The Master of the Division for Life and Death asked somewhat cautiously.

”It's up to you.” Shi Xuan acted as if he was too lazy to care about it at all. He waved his sleeves, turned around and went back to rest, ”The burning pain of Ye Ye's heart, is really giving me a headache …”

The underworld had always been a focal point between the Heaven Realm and the mortal world, but the life and death of the mortal world had always followed the will of heaven. When Shi Xuan had helplessly agreed to let Xing Yin go experience the trials of the mortal world, he didn't feel that she was really in love with the mysterious mortal world, so Shi Xuan stripped off part of his divine sense and sent it over to Nangong Waner, sending part of it over to the future of space and time. He didn't expect that Xing Yin was, after all, the descendant of the Nine Heavens Profound Goddess and War God.

Nangong Waner, who had lost all his memories, would naturally not know about all of this. She had always thought that she had transcended from the modern world, and she also could not understand where some of the four year old memories in her body had come from.

Ever since he had slept on the warm jade pillow sent by Qingfeng, Nangong Waner had been having a few dreams every day and night. These dreams seemed to be real, some were close, and some were muddled, ”Marriage Hall, Xing Yin, Luo Zuishan, Shi Xuan”.

”It's over. Have I been possessed? Have I read too many books on the secret history of Qingqiu or have I read too many books on painting?” Nangong Waner started to worry a little about his mental state, ”You can't be thinking about sleeping with Chu Xiuhan, are you crazy?”

”Miss, you've woken up, you slept early last night, I thought you would wake up early today, but who knew that it would be late morning again, young miss, your sleep work, Ju Xiang is truly admiring you from the bottom of his heart.” Ju Xiang also heard the sound of Nangong Waner getting up, then prepared, and took his toiletries into the room.

Nangong Waner, who was still somewhat in the Immortal Realm, was brought back to Assistant Minister’s Residence by Ju Xiang in a few words. He immediately recognized his identity as the big miss of the Assistant Minister’s Residence, Nangong Waner.

Ah — ah — — ”Nangong Waner kicked away the blanket that was still wrapped around himself and stretched lazily.” How comfortable to sleep in, it's our Assistant Minister’s Residence's bed too, it's not good to sleep when I'm eating with my grandmother, even if I'm wrapped up into a dumpling, I feel like my entire body is frozen. With that said, Nangong Waner patted his bed happily.

Just as he finished patting the bed, Nangong Waner recalled the days of yearning towards the Prince Zhan's Mansion's bed and felt that he would only be able to sleep well in the Prince Zhan's Mansion. After thinking it through, Nangong Waner praised himself from the bottom of his heart.

”Miss, tomorrow is the first day of the Chinese New Year, our Shangjing City has a tradition of the New Year's Festival. Tonight, there will also be a small lantern festival in the streets, which can be considered as a foreshadowing for the first day of the Chinese New Year, if you are interested you can go take a look.” Ju Xiang gave Nangong Waner a towel. He had just washed up, so he grabbed a towel and dried the water on his face.

”No, it's too cold. My breath is going to freeze. I think I'll just stay in the house.” Nangong Waner didn't know why she kept feeling cold. Although she had a slim figure, she wasn't as weak as the rumors claimed, and wasn't as resistant to cold as they say.

No one in the manor was as resistant to the cold as her. She only felt that she was barely able to live in this winter because she was burning twice the amount of money in her private house.

The people in the house all said that the young miss' health was not good, so she could not resist the winter's cold. Nangong Waner could only silently sympathize with himself, ”Since when have I never had such a cold?