Chapter 1553: Chapter 958: Meeting Gift (Part 2)

With the gathering of powerful forces from all directions, the young master can’t even be certain how many enemies he truly has.

Thinking about the final outcome, obtaining a complete dragon corpse is simply impossible. But young master, you..."

Jiushijiu’s eyes shone brightly, staring fixedly at Baili An: "You should want that little white dragon alive, right?"

Baili An’s eyes narrowed deeply, the scarlet light in his pupils flickering: "You even know about this?!"

Jiushijiu nodded: "At this moment, only I can help you save that little white dragon."

Baili An sat down again: "Name your terms."

Jiushijiu said: "Young master may not know, but recently, Fang You has been secretly arranging a marriage for Fang Geyu using the auction event as a cover."

Baili An immediately frowned, as if a dreadful vertical mark appeared between his brows:

"Arranging a marriage? But he clearly knows the current situation of Fang Geyu, and that Shifang City could face a mutiny at any moment, yet he arranges a marriage now?!"

"Perhaps it is precisely because Fang You senses the crisis in Shifang City that he hastily wants Fang Geyu to marry and give birth to heirs to ensure the city’s bloodline continues."

"Inheritance? Bloodline?" Baili An sneered coldly: "Fang Geyu ranks third in Shifang City, and she has two older brothers who are yet to marry, why should it be her turn first."

Jiushijiu looked at Baili An: "Fang Geyu is the one getting married, why are you so agitated, young master?"

Originally intending to savor Baili An’s flustered appearance, he unexpectedly raised his eyes calmly and said: "Since you observe what she sees, you should know, I won’t let anyone have her."

Jiushijiu gave a halfhearted response.

She rested her chin on her hand, her delicate pinky brushing her lips, a faint smile lingering in her eyes.

"Indeed, the Ghost House in Xianling City, the Ghost Bridal Thread, the fierce drum sound, urging death and capturing souls, Miss Fang Third, who refuses to lower her stance, her lips are so soft.

If it were me, I would also be reluctant to let her marry someone else."

With a light remark, she brought out the long-buried shameful memories of the defenseless Baili An.

His handsome face instantly flushed red as he sprang up: "You... you even peeped into this?!"

Jiushijiu, composed as jade, took a sip of wine leisurely: "Young master need not mind, I am merely a puppet, ignorant of such affairs, naturally void of shame, you can reckon it as being observed by a mere stone."

He said this yet couldn’t equate the woman before him with the clumsy figures in his Qiankun Bag.

"Stop trying to change the subject deliberately."

Jiushijiu said: "Though Shifang City honors women and has a tradition of passing down the City Lord position to daughters, young master mustn’t forget.

The rule stands, yet Fang You, with a humble husband’s status, ascended to the City Lord’s position.

If he wished to support, whether it’s the inheritance of the Ten Directions Sword or the birth of direct descendants, it wouldn’t fall to Fang Geyu."

Baili An frowned tightly: "You mean..."

"Rumor has it that Miss Fang Third might not be the offspring of City Lord Fang You.

How come no one doubts that Fang Da and Fang Er might not be the children of the former Lord of Snow City?"

Baili An’s eyes deep as the sea, he looked at Jiushijiu, "You claim to be a puppet from Shifang City, isn’t it too many secrets you know."

Jiushijiu smiled slightly, her gem-like eyes brilliant with countless fractured lights, indescribably unfathomable.

"Yinghuo represents the first puppet with self-awareness, of course possessing unique aspects.

Let me tell the young master another secret, there are only two Yinghuo puppets, and both were born from the blood at the fingertips of Lord Xue."

"We, therefore, differ from ordinary puppets; puppets pledge absolute obedience to humans, protecting them, completing every task assigned.

Until the day our bodies decay, we will protect Shifang City at all costs."

Jiushijiu turned to look at the frost and snow outside the window, her expression distant, as if everything in this mortal world drifted away from her in that moment.

"But my master is no longer here."

"I have no one left to obey nor anyone to protect, yet I possess independent thinking, intelligence surpassing humans.

I then gain freedom, losing the meaning of protection means... I will only bring about destruction."

Baili An: "..."

The puppet having self-awareness can even emulate a human heart, beating warmly under its chest.

Though appearing similar to humans, everything about it contradicts human nature.

With no one left to protect, it thus wields the blade of destruction.

Baili An said: "You mentioned ’Yinghuo’ were two persons?"

Jiushijiu lowered her gaze: "Sixteen years ago, during the siege battle, she had already died."

Baili An became silent for a moment.

Jiushijiu lifted her head to look at Baili An, "I invited you here today, hoping you could, using your current identity, defeat those coming to Shifang City seeking marriage, gaining Fang You’s favor."

Baili An, unable to understand the request: "Why?"

Jiushijiu said simply: "Because Shifang City doesn’t need a direct bloodline; breaking it in this generation is fine. And you, young master..."

Jiushijiu’s lips curled coolly: "Since you’re a corpse demon, even if you have intentions towards Miss Fang Third.

You might carry on what was left unfinished in the Ghost House of old, yet you could never allow her to bear heirs.

To me, choosing you not only stabilizes Fang You but is also quite safe, no one is more suitable than you."

Baili An’s chest rose slightly from emotional fluctuations: "I think, rather than approach Fang Geyu, I should be killing you right now."

"You can’t." Jiushijiu looked at Baili An and said seriously: "You don’t know, I am far more powerful than you imagine.

So powerful that... even your mother wouldn’t have absolute confidence to kill me if she were here."

"Are you that confident, miss?"

"You underestimated me." Jiushijiu placed both hands on the wine table, intertwining her ten slender fingers, relaxed in posture.

"After all, one could say I am also the culprit behind the Witch Plague chaos; having stirred Shifang City to such turmoil, I wouldn’t be easily killed by anyone."

She disclosed her identity so easily and candidly?

Just as she claimed, Jiushijiu’s intellect far exceeded that of humans.

She laid out her conspiracy, ambition, and plans openly upon this wine table.

Despite Baili An knowing that collaborating with her is extremely dangerous.

No matter from which perspective, whether it’s the safety of the little white dragon.

Or Fang Geyu’s marriage, he had no reason to refuse.

Jiushijiu filled the last cup of wine for him.

This time she didn’t ask him to drink, but instead extracted a delicate plum blossom from the cloth bag at her waist.

"Traveling the world, passing through Jiangnan, upon seeing a branch of plum blossoms blooming splendidly between flower bridges of the tranquil glen, I plucked a branch as a meeting gift for today."

Baili An picked up the plum blossom, its graceful slender branch winding upward between his long, lean finger bones, looking enchanting.

Baili An suddenly said: "I heard that the late Lord of Snow City loved plum blossoms most during her life.

Yet, could it be that Miss Jiushijiu, having received her fingertip blood, shares a similar liking?"

Jiushijiu paused slightly, then shook her head: "The late Lord of Snow City loving cold plum blossoms was merely a rumor; she didn’t love the plum, she loved the person standing with full elegance and snow-like glow under the plum tree."

It sounds like another ancient and deeply secret story.

Night had fallen; Baili An was uncertain if Shu Ci had returned to rest at the inn.

He bid farewell to Jiushijiu, then left the tavern with the rabbit in his arms.