Chapter 91: Tired of Playing, I Don’t Want You Anymore

The vines lashed like whips, cracking sharply in the air, several times grazing past the guard’s body.

The purpose wasn’t to hurt but to make noise, ensuring the person inside the room would hear.

The guard’s face was grim as he was forced to retreat step by step, yet he didn’t retaliate.

He only said, “Miss Jiang, please don’t make things difficult for me.”

Jiang Niannian’s body was still weak.

She called out feebly, “Don’t stop me… Yin Buqi… open the door!”

As soon as her words fell, the hall doors opened with a smooth swish.

Jiang Niannian’s lips were pale as she forced a smile.

Both Xiao Qi and the attendant were momentarily stunned.

The attendant said, “Miss Jiang, the young master allows you to enter.”

Jiang Niannian stepped quickly inside—it was a bedchamber.

The opulence of the interior surpassed her own quarters, adorned with extravagant trinkets. Four bronze lamps burned steadily at each corner of the room, casting a soft glow.

A snow-blue curtain embroidered with intricate patterns separated her from a jade bed covered in silken sheets made of celestial silk.

A breeze fluttered the gauzy drapes lightly.

Beyond the curtain were two figures.

A familiar man and an unfamiliar woman.

The man was, of course, Yin Buqi.

He was impeccably dressed, sitting at the edge of the bed.

His appearance was exquisite—tall and slender, with sharp yet delicate features.

His pale, sickly-white skin contrasted starkly with his narrow red eyes and tightly pressed red lips.

This was the face she knew best.

But now, it felt unfamiliar.

As for the woman—

She reclined lazily, wearing a sheer robe that revealed a slender shoulder.

Her seductive eyes were locked onto Jiang Niannian, a bold smile playing across her lips.

Jiang Niannian recognized her—the Goddess of Qingqiu, the woman destined to marry Yin Buqi.

She stopped in her tracks, standing not far from the doorway.

He had confined her, refused to see her, yet here he was with another woman, doing things she dared not imagine.

Jiang Niannian’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

Yin Buqi lifted his head, and the sight of Jiang Niannian’s fiery red dress entered his gaze.

She was more delicate and beautiful than flowers, reminding him of the enchanting spirits described in tales of peach blossom groves.

Seeing her pale face, Yin Buqi froze slightly, and a sharp pain surged through his heart.

Jiang Niannian stared at Yin Buqi silently, holding onto a final thread of hope—hoping he would explain.

However, Yin Buqi merely parted his lips and asked, “Have you seen enough?”

His voice, usually pleasing to the ear, felt unbearably cold.

Jiang Niannian’s eyes felt wet.

She instinctively forced a smile, blinking away the stinging in her eyes.

She asked softly, “What… are you two doing?”

Yin Buqi pressed his lips together, remaining silent.

Jiang Niannian lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes.

“You once said that being touched by other women disgusts you. You said you couldn’t live without me, that you loved me. But now? What am I to you, Yin Buqi?”

The fingers Yin Buqi hid in his sleeve turned pale from clenching too tightly.

He said, “Once I’ve killed Liu Xichuan, I’ll send you away from Qingqiu.”

Firstly, his hatred for Liu Xichuan ran deep.

Secondly, Liu Xichuan’s forces likely surrounded Qingqiu.

If Niannian left now, it would be too dangerous.

Hearing this, Jiang Niannian forced back her tears.

She slowly lifted her head and stared deeply into Yin Buqi’s abyss-like eyes.

Her voice was firm: “Buqi, I raised you. I saved your life. I even gave you your name. I know you better than anyone… I understand you have your reasons… So, are you marrying her to preserve Qingqiu’s bloodline? Is that it?”

Yin Buqi froze.

He had never considered marrying or having children with anyone other than Niannian. What terrified him was the thought that the Nether Evil Resentment Seed curse would kill her.

“Say something!” Jiang Niannian’s eyes reddened further, her raspy voice trembling with helplessness and grief.

Yin Buqi closed his eyes.

The pain in his heart was unbearable.

But what could he do?

He had already decided to push her away—what use was an explanation now?

Yin Buqi let out a low, hoarse chuckle.

It was the same chuckle he used to make when he whispered softly in her ear after moments of passion.

The warmth still lingered in her heart.

But his next words felt like an invisible hand, crushing her heart without mercy.

He said, “I’m just tired of playing. I don’t want you anymore.”

It was as if something sharp had pierced her chest.

Jiang Niannian bit her lip, the pain uncontrollable.

The tears she had held back silently rolled down her face.

Jiang Niannian opened her mouth but couldn’t speak.

Over ten years of companionship, over ten years of relying on each other—

All of it ended with this one sentence.

Hu Feishuang glanced at them both, finding it amusing.

She said nonchalantly, “Oh dear, Miss Jiang, no one forced you to do all those things for Buqi, right? You did it willingly. Besides—”

Yin Buqi’s icy gaze shot towards Hu Feishuang, filled with hostility.

Hu Feishuang wisely shut her mouth, though her mocking eyes seemed to say, “Tsk tsk, look at her miserable face. Do you really not feel any pity at all?”

Jiang Niannian stood there as her tears fell uncontrollably.

Yes, it was her own choice to get close to him, to care for him, to give him her everything.

He never asked for any of it.

In the end—how laughable.

How pathetic she was.

Jiang Niannian said, “Yin Buqi… I once told you, I wouldn’t leave you unless you stopped wanting me… I’ll ask you one last time—are you giving up on me?”

Yin Buqi’s deep, cold eyes reflected her fragile, pale face.

“Yes.”

“Slap!”

The crisp sound echoed in the quiet room, freezing them both in place.

Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi’s slightly reddened cheek and smiled, though her eyes glistened with tears.

“You were the one who let me go first.”

She gritted her teeth and said, “Yin Buqi, remember what you said today. You must remember!”

Jiang Niannian didn’t look at him again.

She silently wiped away her tears and turned to leave.

She had decided.

She would break up! Immediately! Right now!

Whoever didn’t break up is a dog!

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Yin Buqi: Woof!