All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 392 - 244: Ji Nanjue, Let’s Have a Child. _1

Inside the Imperial Palace.

Lin Jinyu tightly embraced the man in her arms, feeling the softness of his body.

It was a fear she had never experienced before.

Ji Nanjue’s lips curved into a bitter smile, and she subconsciously wanted to stroke Lin Jinyu’s hair.

Lin Jinyu felt her movement and took a step back, then said, "You knew to come back?"

Her expression was somewhat stiff, but at this moment, the sudden reunion also brought endless joy.

She scrutinized him carefully, and for some reason, her brows knitted slightly.

The Ji Nanjue of now gave her a strange feeling. It was an indescribable feminine softness; though he had always appeared this way, something just felt distinctly different.

As if similar, yet more beautiful and tender, his face glowed, his skin was supple, and his spirit seemed somewhat different from before.

It was an aura etched into his very bones, a feminine essence hidden deep within his marrow... If he weren’t a man, I might have thought...

Lin Jinyu turned her face away, casually removing the hairpin from her head, letting her black hair cascade like a waterfall, veiling her cheeks. Her voice choked with emotion as all her grievances burst forth, "I thought you were gone..."

Her voice was fleeting, like her scattered hair.

Ji Nanjue didn’t know what to say. Initially, she too had thought she might not return this time. Everything had been such a coincidence: the Blood Refining array happened to be missing one Earth Sha Pearl, she happened to encounter Shangguan Wendao, and then she happened to lose herself to Su Bei...

If any single one of those hadn’t occurred, she wouldn’t have returned alive.

"Can you stay with me a little longer?" Lin Jinyu’s eyes were full of hope, her hair gently disheveled.

Above her captivating eyes, tears glistened, welling at the corners.

Pearls falling as tears.

Ji Nanjue was just about to refuse when Lin Jinyu, seeming to sense something, reached out and covered her mouth, then leaned her head against Ji Nanjue’s chest, murmuring, "I want to have a child with you."

Ji Nanjue was dumbfounded.

She coughed, not wanting to break the atmosphere, but...

How am I supposed to agree to her request? Is there any way? Am I supposed to conjure a stick out of thin air for her!?

Lin Jinyu, however, seemed not to notice her change and continued, "Nanjue, I’m so scared."

"A kingdom cannot be without an heir. If I cannot bear you an offspring, and an accident occurs in the future, the entire country will plunge into chaos."

"..."

This time, Ji Nanjue had fortunately avoided disaster and managed to escape.

However, Lin Jinyu knew that the eyes of all three vassal kings were fixed on this position. If Ji Nanjue left no heir, they too would be legitimate contenders for the throne.

An imperial struggle was inevitable!

Lin Jinyu raised her head, her gaze resolutely fixed on Ji Nanjue.

Hearing Lin Jinyu’s words, Ji Nanjue fell into contemplation.

Her words were not without reason. The peace of the past few centuries in the Twenty-One Provinces was increasingly unsettled—beneath the surface ripples, endless undercurrents surged.

However—

How to have an heir is the problem.

Ji Nanjue wore a strange expression as she simply stared at Lin Jinyu. Suddenly, for some reason, a daring idea emerged in her mind.

Utterly ludicrous... but...

At that thought, she subconsciously shivered.

What if... I use a surrogate?

Instantly, her mind conjured the image of a man with a smile, clad in a white robe, appearing gentle and refined on the surface, yet in reality, nothing but a ruthless pile-driver.

The next moment, her face flushed crimson, her cheeks like cherry blossoms. In an instant, her heart twisted with a thousand knots, and a myriad of emotions welled up.

What is this? Am I arranging to cuckold myself? But who else could I turn to? Perhaps with him, the guilt in my heart wouldn’t be so intense.

Lin Jinyu didn’t disturb his contemplation. Seeing her furrowed brows, Lin Jinyu just felt that, for some reason, Ji Nanjue’s heartbeat had suddenly and abnormally quickened.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—

Her heart pounded like a frightened deer.

What’s there to hesitate about in this matter? Lin Jinyu didn’t understand.

Days of accumulated resentment and grievance finally erupted. Clenching her delicate hands tightly, her chest heaved as she loudly questioned him, "Do you still need to think about it?"

"Don’t I hold even a small place in your heart?"

"..."

At last, all the vexation in her heart was vented!

Centuries of affection, yet it seems not to have left the slightest trace in her heart,

she thought bitterly.

Ji Nanjue had been in a daze, her mind even conjuring an image of a large bed... until Lin Jinyu called out to her, bringing her back to reality.

Seeing Lin Jinyu’s resentful look, her own already flushed face turned even more rosy, like the first light of dawn.

To be fair, Lin Jinyu had been deeply affectionate towards him, enduring centuries as a lonely, resentful woman of the palace without her heart ever wavering.

It’s just...

Ji Nanjue’s heart was in utter turmoil; for a moment, all sorts of matters converged in her mind.

The Eastern Emperor, so domineering just moments before, whose words were brief yet powerful, capable of turning clouds with a flip of the hand and summoning rain with a turn of the palm, now felt like a child who had scored zero on an exam, not knowing how to explain it to their parents.

What on earth am I supposed to do? I’ve deceived the two people most important to me, one after another! His Nan Ji, her Ji Nanjue. And how am I supposed to tell Su Bei about this unspeakable matter!? I am destined never to become his woman like ordinary women are, and Lin Jinyu is destined never to have that kind of ordinary woman’s reliance. Moreover, this is unfair to both Su Bei and Lin Jinyu.

...

Lin Jinyu took a deep breath, looking at Ji Nanjue beside her. She was blushing, now frowning, now smiling, now showing annoyance.

Her expressions changed as if she were a face-changing artist, each one appearing on her face, none less than beautiful; even her mild pouts and flashes of anger were incredibly vivid.

Gazing at this androgynous face, sometimes a terrifying thought would even cross Lin Jinyu’s mind. Could Ji Nanjue actually be a woman?

Ji Nanjue sorted through the chaos in her mind; at this point, she could only take things one step at a time.

"Empress, the matter of having children should indeed be put on the agenda."

"However, I must take a trip to the South Wind Ancient Country soon."

"..."

Ji Nanjue reached out her hand and gently steadied Lin Jinyu, who was pouting at her.

Emulating the gentle way Su Bei treated her, a tender tone graced her voice as she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Lin Jinyu’s eyes, "These days have been hard on you."

"It’s my fault."

She firmly squeezed Lin Jinyu’s soft, pliable hand as a sign of comfort, feeling that her hand, though soft as if boneless, seemed much fuller.

Lin Jinyu gazed at the face so close to hers; for some reason, watching her movements felt achingly familiar, as if she had seen them before.

When has Ji Nanjue ever been so gentle with me? Every gesture, every movement, is just like that person... Like that wretch.