After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 86
Chapter 86: Is Buqi the Young Master of Qingqiu?
Jiang Niannian naturally didn’t believe Shen Yu’s words.
Knowing Yin Buqi’s temperament, if he were awake, he would have come to find her immediately and stayed by her side.
She tried to contact Yin Buqi using the flying letter technique, but there was no response.
Jiang Niannian frowned slightly.
“Take me to him.”
Shen Yu said, “Drink the medicine first.”
Jiang Niannian drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp, her brows furrowing tighter.
“Why is this medicine so bitter!”
“Good medicine tastes bitter but cures illness. If you can’t even handle a little bitterness, you’re truly useless.”
Shen Yu sneered, but he still took a bag of honey dates from his sleeve and tossed it to her.
Jiang Niannian froze for a moment, then picked one up and placed it in her mouth.
The bitterness was immediately replaced by sweetness.
She said, “Thank you, Shen Yu… Take me to Buqi.”
Shen Yu’s expression darkened slightly.
“In your eyes, can you only see him?”
His voice was too soft, and Jiang Niannian, preoccupied with her thoughts, didn’t catch it.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
Shen Yu took a breath, his face easing slightly as he mockingly said, “Let’s go. Who knows, he might already be living it up without a care.”
The two walked out the door.
A bright full moon hung in the sky, its silvery light spilling over the intricate eaves and corridors.
The surrounding pillars were not made of ordinary wood but exquisite white jade stone, shimmering with moonlight and eliminating the need for lanterns.
Jiang Niannian had barely walked a few steps when she saw two figures sitting in the corridor ahead, weeping.
One was Jiang Ziyou, and the other was Coalball in human form.
They looked like two children abandoned by the world.
“Master…”
“Mate…”
An unspeakable sorrow weighed heavily on Jiang Niannian’s shoulders, like iron shackles.
The grief made her want to scream and let everything out, but when she opened her mouth, only a hoarse sob escaped.
Tears welled up and slid down her lashes.
She could do nothing—not even bring back the bodies of Wenshi Li and Yin Ci.
Although they hadn’t known each other long, she suddenly realized she couldn’t bear to part with them.
Shen Yu said, “You look terrible when you cry.”
Jiang Niannian retorted without hesitation, “Can’t you say something nice? Your mouth is foul.”
“Yes, my foul mouth has made you incredibly sad. Happy now?”
Jiang Niannian ignored him, wiped her tears, and walked over to sit beside them.
“I want… my master…”
Jiang Ziyou covered his mouth, trying to suppress his sobs, but his tears wouldn’t stop.
Coalball cried, too.
He wasn’t sad because of Yin Ci’s death—he believed that one day, when he returned to the underworld, he could find Yin Ci again.
He cried because he didn’t know how to return.
But the foolish child didn’t know that Yin Ci’s soul had been completely destroyed, scattered into nothingness.
There are two unbearable things in this world: a cough brought on by a cold and heart-wrenching grief.
Jiang Niannian sat with them in silence for a while.
She recalled the day Yin Buqi lost his sanity and screamed in despair.
Her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, making it hard to breathe.
Yin Buqi had finally let go of his past and accepted Yin Ci in his heart.
But Yin Ci had sacrificed himself to save them.
At no moment did Jiang Niannian wish more fervently for this to be just a dream, where everyone was still alive and well.
And at no moment did she hope more strongly that Yin Buqi would never again show such vulnerability and despair.
This was supposed to be a clichéd romance novel, so why had it become so tragic?
She even began to suspect that everything, from the moment she entered this book, had been a mistake.
“How long are you going to sit here?”
Shen Yu dug at his ear, sounding impatient.
“If we don’t go now, the banquet will be over.”
“Let’s go.”
Jiang Niannian sighed and stood up.
Yin Buqi must be in pain right now.
She needed to be by his side.
Temple of the Gods.
The evening banquet was in full swing, filled with lively music and dancing.
“The banquet is happening in the front hall. As an outsider, you can’t enter. This is the back hall—servants pass through here to deliver dishes. You can see the front hall from here. Stay put; I’m leaving,” Shen Yu said.
Jiang Niannian nodded.
“Okay.”
She lifted her gaze.
Yin Buqi sat in the most eye-catching position at the banquet, dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold threads.
His long black hair was tied up with an exquisitely crafted hairpin.
His face was cold, and his unique red eyes gazed indifferently at the scene before him, with faint impatience and annoyance etched between his brows.
He was surrounded by admiration.
Noble and extraordinary.
Jiang Niannian’s expression froze slightly.
Beside him sat a woman.
Her features were striking, her beauty like a reflection in water—ethereal and fleeting.
She wore a black silk gown, embroidered with gold flowers at the hem and cuffs.
Sitting next to Yin Buqi, they looked like a perfect couple.
“Buqi, you’re still injured. How can you not eat something?”
Her voice was soft and sultry, making even Jiang Niannian’s ears burn slightly.
Jiang Niannian’s expression grew displeased.
Buqi?
Why is she calling him so intimately?
The woman picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and held it near Yin Buqi’s lips.
“I cooked this myself. Try it.”
Yin Buqi frowned, his crimson eyes filled with coldness.
But suddenly, he seemed to sense something.
He paused slightly, then opened his mouth to take the fish and said blandly, “The goddess has excellent culinary skills.”
Jiang Niannian’s smile froze.
Hu Feishuang laughed brightly.
“If Buqi likes it, I’ll cook for you every day. You know, not everyone gets to taste my cooking.”
Yin Buqi’s voice followed.
“Mm.”
“Oh—”
The front hall erupted with good-natured laughter.
“The Young Master of Qingqiu and the Goddess of Qingqiu are a match made in heaven!”
“A perfect couple!”
“With the Young Master back, once these two marry, our Qingqiu bloodline will flourish again!”
…
The laughter from the front hall buzzed in Jiang Niannian’s mind.
She clutched at her chest, unable to speak.
