Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1448: Chapter 845: The Fifth Life

Clearly, the noble and mighty High Priestess didn’t anticipate this, so she was completely frozen there.

As for Fu Ling and the Old Master, they aren’t truly one of us, are they? They have sincerity but lack courage, and were scared stiff.

In contrast, Ye Zixu, Gong Jiu, and the real ones of our own all stood up instantly, drawing their swords.

Suddenly, a force compelled them back into their sheaths.

Amidst the clashing sounds.

The one who intervened wasn’t Sui Yi.

Gu Sansi and Mo Ke exchanged fleeting glances.

It was a despairing, profound kiss, reckless, irrespective of others, almost mad and resentful..... Ye Zui suddenly halted, drawing his lips away from the tender, water-like skin, dimming the seductive allure that left mouths dry and minds stunned.

Why did he stop?

Because Sui Yi was still able to drink the remaining wine from the crimson stream entwined on her jade fingers.

Red and white, white and red, the elegance and essence of it couldn’t be depicted by ink paintings.

She watched her finish drinking.

As the wine entered the cup, no red remains, wishing that endless woes will be diminished, all past forgotten... Only then can one find peace....

Such sorrowful whispers suddenly emerged in the muddled mind of Ye Zui....

The wine glass landed on the table.

Softly and silently.

Ye Zui stood up, looking at Sui Yi, with an expression of pondering, seemingly perplexed... His aura undulating, vaguely harboring murderous intent..

With a clatter, the wine cup fell to the ground, shattering.

It was Gong Jiu.

She stared at Ye Zui, not only did that woman take advantage, but also seemed inclined to kill, didn’t she?

Interrupted by Gong Jiu, the confusion in Ye Zui’s brow slightly solidified...

And Sui Yi stood up, turned to look at Ye Zui.

Many thought that this Sect Master, usually discreet and never slighted by anyone like this, was about to explode.

Marquis Gu Wen, though feeling it’s unkind to think so, truthfully hoped this supreme expert who just slapped an Imperial Guard could show his prowess and slap The Gate twice.

For everyone’s betterment, right?

Sui Yi did take action eventually.

That hand removed the wine jug from Ye Zui’s hand, placing it on the table.

Without saying anything, he only gazed deeply at Ye Zui, seemingly troubled by something, and perhaps reminiscing, before swallowing a sigh and looking at Mr. Tao directly.

The latter appropriately arranged for a steward to come over, intending to take Sui Yi for a bath and change of clothes.

After all, the wine still dripped down her neck..

Sui Yi left, and as she did, her hand touched her neck, pressing down her brow before glancing back.

That backward glance, with its deep mist in her eyes, was unfathomable to anyone, making her appear captivating yet daunting.

Prompted by this action, Shen Ci and others noticed the strange red marks on her earring and neck..

Brutal indeed~~~

Gong Jiu and others felt all the delicacies on the table lost their flavor.

This woman acted too quickly, too viciously...

Flower Demon, feeling frustrated, muttered, "Had I known Sui Yi was so approachable, I would have...."

Once in a millennium, you must get a kiss~~~

The steward took Sui Yi to a bathing area, and it wasn’t a modern bathroom but a large ancient bathhouse, made of solid wood, with a steaming pool beside it, and hot water flowing from faucets on the wall nearby.

Sui Yi didn’t initially feel the need for an elaborate bath just for a little grime, but given such arrangements, probably due to the aristocratic preference for cleanliness, unwilling to tolerate any filth, they assumed she was the same.

Having arrived, she decided to let it pass.

Outside the screen was a soft chaise.

A set of clothes was already prepared and placed on the table.

The steward exited.

In the vast bathhouse, only Sui Yi remained, with open windows and doors overlooking an enclosed peach blossom garden, with small pools scattered with drifting blossoms...

A very beautiful courtyard.

Sui Yi watched for a while, then turned her face away, undressing and hanging her clothes on the screen, walking nude beneath the faucet, where warm water trickled down from above, moistening her hair, cooling her body.

She closed her eyes slightly.

Indeed, she wasn’t eager to go out, perhaps weary from the memories surging through her mind.

"Ye Zui, Chu Family Ye Zui..."

Ye Zui, the fifth lifetime indeed. (Subsequent descriptions will alternate perspectives for a more complete story, not solely from Sui Yi’s personal recollections)

Unlike the confusion of the ninth life, the fifth life she was a wanderer in the Jianghu, riding a horse neither white nor gray, roaming between heaven and earth, sometimes passing through bustling cities, sometimes traversing famine-ridden rural paths, and even trekking alone with her horse through wilderness for half a year to a year, occasionally trapped on snowy peaks day after day....