Free Web NovelChapter 1951: Chapter 474: The Price of the Spell – Growing Old Together
It’s just that the magical artifact he carries is a bit peculiar; due to his bloodline, it can perfectly blend with his body.
"Oh, can you live forever then?" Yun Ya asked curiously, like a child.
Yan Song’s eyes deepened as he pressed his lips together in silence.
Yun Ya tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Come on, tell me."
"No." Yan Song answered firmly.
"Huh?" Yun Ya widened her eyes slightly: "You can do so many amazing things, like becoming invisible, flying, teleporting, and changing faces. But you can’t live forever? Are you fooling me?"
With a look that seemed difficult to deceive.
Yan Song smiled and lightly touched her nose, saying, "I’m not lying to you. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural laws that divine power cannot defy. On the day my life ends, it will automatically choose the next host. I have plenty of time to grow old with you."
His last words finally touched Yun Ya’s heart, making her feel moved, yet she still scrunched her nose and said, "When I become an old lady, you won’t like me anymore."
With a calloused hand, Yan Song turned her face towards him, looking at her with deep affection. The emotions in his eyes made Yun Ya’s heart warm, and his deep, gentle voice echoed in her ears like a heavy blow to her heart.
"When you become an old lady, I’ll be an old man, as long as you don’t mind me."
Yun Ya laughed and leapt into his arms, "By then, I’ll kick you out, use lots of money to hire plenty of young men, forcing you to watch."
The smiling voice of Yan Song came from above, "I will fulfill your... no, I’ll make sure you don’t get the chance."
He emphasized those two words, causing Yun Ya’s ears to burn as she gently pounded on his chest. Yan Song chuckled, holding her as they flew through the night.
That night, Yun Ya slept deeply. After she fell asleep, Yan Song looked down at her, suddenly extending his palm, a gentle red light emanating from it, gradually enveloping Yun Ya. Yan Song murmured in a low, ancient voice from his lips.
"With my divine power, exchange the shell, imprint on her body, pain in my heart."
In short, this was a spell he cast on Yun Ya. From then on, any external force that injured Yun Ya’s body would transfer the pain to him to endure on her behalf.
In other words, even if Yun Ya’s arm was cut and bleeding, she wouldn’t feel the pain; only he would.
Every spell comes with a price. The pain that lands on him is magnified a hundredfold.
After finishing, he chuckled, lay beside her, and wrapped her in his arms.
His gaze lingered on her face, watching her all night and still not getting enough.
The next morning, Yun Ya opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing the man lying beside her. The sunlight streamed softly through the gauzy curtains, highlighting his already handsome face, crafted meticulously by the hands of the creator to a remarkable precision.
His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, so thick and curled, making any woman envious.
Yun Ya plucked a strand of hair, twisted it, and gently tickled his nose with it. Yan Song sneezed and suddenly caught her mischievous hand, startling Yun Ya as he flipped her over and pinned her underneath him.
Yan Song rubbed his nose, stared down at her with deep eyes that made Yun Ya’s heart skip a beat, momentarily forgetting to resist.
"Having fun alone?" Yan Song raised his eyebrows, looking particularly "stunningly beautiful".
Yun Ya, amazed, smiled and hugged his neck, "I was just teasing you."
"Teasing? Hmm?"
Yun Ya’s face remained unchanged, yet she blushed, "What’s poking me is uncomfortable..."
Yan Song’s gaze further deepened, his rough fingers caressing her cheek as his overwhelming scent engulfed her.
When Yun Ya was dizzy from his kisses, a thought flashed in her mind not to irritate a man just awakening in the morning.
The door suddenly knocked from the outside, making Yun Ya jump and quickly push the person off her, wiping her mouth. Yan Song leaned leisurely against the headboard, his eyes roguishly bewitching.
Yun Ya, noticing her wrinkled silk pajamas, couldn’t help but pout at him. She didn’t want Xiao Nan to notice anything amiss.
"Come in."
The next moment, Xiao Nan pushed open the door, walked over with her head slightly lowered, while Yun Ya smoothly got up and headed to the bathroom.
Xiao Nan started tidying the bed as usual, noticing it was quite messy. The sheets and blankets were rumpled and full of creases. She glanced at the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water.
The Princess always slept neatly and never left the bed in such a state.
Suppressing her suspicion, Xiao Nan tidied up the bed. Just then, Yun Ya, wearing a different outfit, walked out. Ah Hua entered with a food box containing breakfast.
During breakfast, Zhang Huasheng appeared as usual with a bowl of medicine. Xiao Nan and Ah Hua had already left, leaving only the two of them in the room. Watching Yun Ya drink the medicine, Zhang Huasheng leaned closer, teasing, "Your petite frame isn’t suitable for indulgence... be careful."
Yun Ya glared at him, both angry and amused, "Master, you’re not behaving appropriately for your age."
"I’m just looking out for you."
Yun Ya sighed, "I’d like to try, but Brother Yan is as calm as Lau Xiahui, unmoved."
Zhang Huasheng was drinking water when he suddenly choked and looked at Yun Ya’s despondent face. This... this spirited girl can’t be his previously gentle and reserved disciple. Could she have been replaced?
"Are you that eager?"
Yun Ya ate with elegant grace, her manners impeccable, truly a delightful sight.
"I’m afraid of losing my chance," Yun Ya muttered softly.
Zhang Huasheng chuckled and shook his head, witnessing his young disciple, who had previously moped, now radiating as bright and lively as a young girl, with the vitality befitting her age since that person appeared.
He truly is her antidote.
Since he came, she’s been consumed by love, no longer noticing her depression.
"I have some medicine for that, should I help you? But you should be mindful yourself."
Yun Ya hesitated for a moment and shook her head earnestly, "I still believe in my own charm."
Using a drug would be too humiliating.
Yun Ya made up her mind; if she didn’t make him cave in three days, she’d try another approach.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Huasheng glanced around the room, "Is he here?"
Yun Ya shook her head, "He left, but he’ll be back soon."
Zhang Huasheng nodded, his voice lowered, "Men are really that simple. If you deploy all your strategies to seduce him and he still doesn’t take the bait, there must be a problem on his end. Luckily, you’re an expert in this department, so you won’t end up a widow."
Yun Ya rolled her eyes, "Brother Yan is certainly not incapable."
"Oh, seems you know him well," Zhang Huasheng teased with a smile.
"Of course." Yun Ya replied with no blush, no heart race; she certainly knows if Brother Yan is capable.
Speaking of the devil, Yan Song suddenly appeared, startling Zhang Huasheng who already had mental preparation.
"What were you talking about?" Yan Song asked as he sat next to Yun Ya, raising an eyebrow.
Yun Ya answered with a smile, "Discussing whether Brother Yan is capable or not."
Wow, that’s bold — Zhang Huasheng secretly gave Yun Ya a thumbs-up. Men hate having that aspect questioned; seems there will be drama tonight.
"Hmm?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow dangerously, his tone seductive.
