Chapter 159: Too Sweet

Many present had seen the former Young Master Yin before.

Now, looking at this man who bore an eighty-percent resemblance to him, everyone couldn’t help but recall the title of Emperor Jiuyin.

They discreetly observed the man—thin lips, white hair loosely tied up, and red eyes that were as cold as a snow-covered land stretching for a thousand miles.

Yet, he did not exude an air of “stay away from me,” but rather, a kind of indifferent contempt, as if saying, “This lowly ant is still alive?”

Yet, Liu Xichuan showed no restraint at all.

His eyes carried a hint of viciousness and cunning as he said, “According to our spies, that woman named Jiang Niannian has returned. Brother, you may not know, but Jiang Niannian is Emperor Jiuyin’s only weakness. As long as we capture her—”

“Oh? Spies?” The man in red interrupted him.

“Why don’t I know about any spies around Emperor Jiuyin?”

“Ha, just shows how ignorant you are—” Liu Xichuan lifted his head, only to meet Yin Buqi’s gaze directly, and his smile froze at once.

Those deep, red pupils were unfathomable, carrying an icy indifference and disdain that sent chills down one’s spine.

They were the exact same eyes as the Yin Buqi he had seen before.

A sudden realization struck Liu Xichuan.

He spun around, trying to flee, only to find his body locked in place as if bound by an invisible force.

“You… what do you want to do…”

Behind him, Yin Buqi’s voice rang out once more.

“Who is the spy?”

The tone was calm, yet inexplicably full of mockery and contempt.

Cold sweat trickled down Liu Xichuan’s back.

He didn’t want to speak, but a sharp pain stabbed straight into his heart, as if lightning was raging through his internal organs.

He couldn’t help but open his mouth, his voice hoarse: “It’s Chi.”

Yin Buqi raised an eyebrow.

Chi was merely an insignificant ghost servant of the Soul-Enchantment Hall—low-profile and timid.

He hadn’t expected him to become Liu Xichuan’s lackey.

His red eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers casually curled into a fist.

A piercing, shrill scream filled the air.

Liu Xichuan was instantly engulfed in a strange red flame, burning away into ashes.

The sudden commotion startled the surrounding diners.

Someone gasped, “Ah! …Isn’t that the city lord?”

Everyone turned their heads toward the upper floor, where Jiang Niannian was eating.

“Huh? The city lord is here too? The city lord has returned? …Somebody rub my eyes, am I seeing things?”

“You’re not. I see her too.”

A shriek broke out.

“Ah! It really is the city lord!!”

The rising commotion attracted more and more attention.

Jiang Niannian had just placed a piece of osmanthus sauce chicken into her mouth when she suddenly felt countless gazes on her from all directions.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt slightly uncomfortable.

Yin Buqi frowned deeply, like a scene of late winter—fine, drizzling rain falling gently, while a chilling mist floated through the air, seeping into one’s bones.

Even the crowd felt as if frost had formed in their veins.

His voice was faint.

“Disperse.”

The words weren’t loud, but they startled everyone.

His icy gaze swept over them.

In that instant, everyone’s hair stood on end, their backs stiff with cold.

Nobody dared to linger any longer, quickly scattering away.

In the next moment, Yin Buqi moved lightly and landed beside Jiang Niannian.

Seeing her eagerness, the sternness in his brows melted into an endless tenderness, deep and lingering.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he formed a barrier around them.

Now, no one outside could see what was happening within.

His Niannian must not be gazed upon by others.

Yin Buqi pulled her onto his lap, his body freezing in place for a moment.

He rubbed her ear lightly with his fingertips and said gently, “Didn’t Niannian promise to wait for me to feed you when I returned, hmm?”

Jiang Niannian, noticing the barrier surrounding them, relaxed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting.

“I was hungry. Besides, the food smelled so good—how could I resist?”

She chuckled softly, her long, dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, making her almond-shaped eyes appear even more enchanting.

“Then feed me now.”

Yin Buqi’s heart tightened, waves of tender affection surging uncontrollably.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed her lips fiercely.

His voice turned slightly husky.

“Alright, love Niannian the most.”

By the time he finally let go, her breathing was already unsteady, her face flushed like a ripe apple, and her head felt dizzy.

She leaned against his chest, taking several deep breaths but still unable to recover.

He, still unsatisfied, trailed kisses down her forehead, resting his chin against her neck, gently rubbing against it.

Holding her soft, delicate hands—like tender magnolia branches—his breath grew slightly heavier.

“Niannian, which one do you want to eat first?”

“The shredded bamboo shoots and lotus seed porridge.”

Yin Buqi scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then picked up some bamboo shoots with his chopsticks.

After testing the temperature himself, he carefully brought it to her lips.

Jiang Niannian took small bites, then opened her mouth again, waiting obediently for him to feed her.

Yin Buqi’s chest trembled with a low chuckle.

He rubbed his face against hers, calling her softly, “Niannian is so good. I can’t help but want to kiss you again.”

His laughter carried only contentment and joy.

Jiang Niannian nudged him.

“Eat first… Oh, by the way, I want to stay in Nian City for a while before returning to Fengdu.”

“Niannian doesn’t like Fengdu?”

“Mm.”

Jiang Niannian nodded honestly.

“The sky in Fengdu is always dark. Living there feels a bit oppressive.”

A shadow flickered in Yin Buqi’s eyes, filled with an intense, moth-like love—fierce and consuming.

But his voice remained gentle.

“Alright. We’ll do as Niannian wishes.”

Jiang Niannian sat on his lap, slowly eating the food he fed her.

Noticing that he hadn’t taken a single bite, she felt a slight stir in her heart.

“You should eat too. The food here tastes really good.”

Yin Buqi smiled.

“I just like watching Niannian eat.”

Jiang Niannian wrapped her arms around his neck, her almond eyes twinkling with a sweet smile.

“Kiss me.”

Yin Buqi’s brows lifted, and he eagerly kissed her.

The sweetness of her lips was like the softest sugar cake, melting straight into his heart.

She took the chance to slip a piece of creamy jujube candy from her mouth into his.

Yin Buqi swallowed it without hesitation, then kissed her again, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Niannian asked, “Tastes good?”

Yin Buqi replied, “Too sweet.”

…

Although the palace of Nian City still remained, Jiang Niannian always felt that the vast halls were a bit too cold.

Perhaps because she had spent too many lonely years in the Heavenly Realm in her past life, she longed to experience the warmth of the mortal world.

Naturally, Yin Buqi indulged her and bought a secluded estate in Nian City.

The estate had peach trees, a lake, and winding corridors—truly a peaceful retreat.