Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1569 - 964: Three Men, One Show (Part 3)

Baili An's hand, which had been raised to push away, suddenly halted mid-air. The previously cold indifference in his eyes morphed into sheer astonishment, his eyes widening, leaving his expression somewhat vacant.

Observing his reaction, Rong Lijun, who had been playfully teasing, was also caught off guard. He touched his own face, wondering if he had made some kind of error. Yet, beneath his palm, the Immortal Lord's face remained as flawless as ever, not a single blemish in sight.

Yin Baishuang witnessed the two individuals beneath the umbrella suddenly locking gazes intensely. Baili An didn't even bother to push away the bothersome presence, remaining under the umbrella, sheltered from the wind and snow. He appeared completely entranced, as if his soul had been completely lost.

For a fleeting moment, the Young Palace Master Yin felt as though the very foundations of the world were crumbling. A wave of grievance surged through her, overwhelming her like an unstoppable tide. With a frosty expression, her eyes rimmed with redness, she walked towards them and stomped down hard on Baili An’s foot. Without uttering a single word, she then fled into the relentless wind and snow.

Startled by the sharp pain, Baili An snapped back to his senses and made to pursue her. However, he found Rong Lijun still standing there, a smile playing on his lips, arms folded. Watching Yin Baishuang’s figure recede into the distance, he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

Gazing at Baili An's bewildered demeanor, Rong Lijun's suspicion was confirmed; Baili An had indeed recognized her true identity. It was truly a peculiar and wondrous thing. The 'silly cat' could easily recognize Yin Baishuang, which was hardly surprising. The young lady of Cangwu Palace hadn't made any effort to disguise herself in front of him, and he was so deeply infatuated with her. But this woman was different; she had deliberately concealed her identity, masquerading as a charming nobleman. Even Rong Lijun himself couldn't detect any flaws in her act—her aura, her habits, all perfectly hidden.

She had presumed their acquaintance was too brief for him to know her so intimately. It hadn't even been an hour, so how could this young man have definitively ascertained her identity?

'Rong Lijun' smilingly took the umbrella from Baili An's hand. For reasons unknown, upon confirming that he had truly recognized her, she no longer wished to see him caught in such a perplexing situation. Holding the paper umbrella, she moved away as gracefully as a falling leaf. 'Rong Lijun' vanished like a wisp of mist into the swirling snow and wind.

The very next moment, she reappeared, ethereal and serene, behind Yin Baishuang. Tilting the umbrella slightly, she shielded her completely from the wind and snow. 'Rong Lijun' spoke, her tone laced with teasing yet carrying a hint of seriousness, "The snow in Shifang City is exceptionally cold; even many cultivators find it difficult to endure fully. You should take good care of yourself, my Lord of Sparrows."

At this critical juncture, instead of Baili An, it was this irritating individual who had chased after her. Yin Baishuang's face grew exceedingly cold. "Get lost," she commanded.

'Rong Lijun' rubbed his chin, observing her anger with evident amusement. He remarked, "It is said that the Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace has spent the majority of her life living eccentrically, as if in a perpetual dream, fearing the flowers might fall asleep in the dead of night, prompting her to burn high candles to illuminate her red robes. Only the young Palace Master before the age of sixteen was innocent and vibrant, a youth who rode fiercely in splendid attire, with a pride befitting a lady. Looking at you now, there are echoes of your past self..."

'Rong Lijun' not only failed to leave but moved slightly closer. His eyes, filled with a gentle affection, curved slightly upwards. "Lately... has something good happened?"

Yin Baishuang had not anticipated him unmasking her identity so effortlessly with a single sentence. Her expression stiffened, her gaze grew colder, and she watched guardedly the charming Immortal Lord, who was slowly being dusted white by the wind and snow.

At that very moment, the sound of hurried footsteps crunching on the snow echoed from behind her. She glanced sideways to see Baili An, holding an umbrella, rapidly approaching. He then pointed the umbrella directly at 'Rong Lijun's' head...

Yin Baishuang's entire expression froze solid.

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