Chapter 227: Jiang Yin Reborn

Chapter 227

Gu Ying understood his words, and her heart choked. The cold of the snowy wind crept into her bones like wandering silk threads. She almost lost her balance, her mind in turmoil, as countless past memories rushed toward her like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

All of those bloody grievances between her and Jiang Yin, Jiang Yin's fickleness, Jiang Yin's ruthlessness, made her brain throb with pain.

She painfully clutched her temples, the corners of her mouth drawn tight, and a fierce light suddenly ignited in her distinctive black and white almond eyes.

“Mistress, what's wrong with you?” Yin Lan supported her, looking worriedly across to the other bank, but didn’t see any familiar figure there, “Who is the mistress looking at?”

Gu Ying felt the qi and blood churning within her. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down.

She was no longer the Gu Ying of her previous life. In this life, even facing him again, she would be completely fearless!

Her face sank as she swiftly said, "You guys stay here. I'll be right back."

After speaking, she turned and walked back onto the bridge without looking back.

Soon, she saw Jiang Yin again in a small alley on the opposite bank.

She gave a cold laugh and called out to stop him, "Leaving so soon?"

This was the first frank meeting between the two since their rebirth.

Jiang Yin stopped and turned to face her, wearing a green robe hidden in the dim light of the alley.

He still looked as refined as the last life, dressed in exquisite robes without a single crease, hair tied up neatly with a jade crown, appearing as beautiful as jade.

However, beneath this exterior that looked to be in his early twenties, was a mature and steady soul, a pair of eyes that had seen through worldly affairs.

With rising hatred churning within her, Gu Ying recalled the day she died, when Jiang Yin had come to visit her not long before that.

He would always silently come to the broken temple, and seeing that she still drew breath, he would keep her company for a few hours, cold as ice.

Watching as she suffered, as she agonized, as her face went from being drenched in tears to not being able to produce another tear.

Other than the deathly silence between them, there was nothing more.

On the day she died, her body ached terribly, her throat slit by stones, gushing large patches of bright blood.

At that time, she wondered to herself that she was nearing death, so when would he, after all the evil he had committed, after harming her to this extent, when would heaven punish him?

Humph, the evildoer with the golden belt was rewarded, while the bridge builder was left without even bones buried.

“Gu Ying, you’ve eaten a bear’s heart and leopard’s gall, to actually dare kill me!” His large hand grasped her slender wrist, trying to prevent the dagger from penetrating deeper, but the woman's eyes were taut, her strength immense, as if determined to expend all her might to kill him.

"Don't forget, I'm still your husband!"

He glared furiously, raising a hand to strangle her neck, and stretched out his long legs to kick her abdomen.

Gu Ying casually tilted her neck to the side, pulling out the dagger. Her body spun nimbly midair, avoiding his attack, then steadily landed.

She looked at him again with no expression, condescendingly, enunciating word for word through gritted teeth, "You are not."

"Hahahaha." Jiang Yin laughed. "No matter what you say, it won't change the fact that I slept with you in our past life."

He covered his bleeding abdomen with one big hand, leaning against the wall in embarrassment as he panted heavily for a few breaths. The corners of his lips curled up mockingly. "Speaking of which, does Zhao Changdu know that I slept with you before?"

He was familiar with every part of her body, and had held her in his arms through entire sleepless nights before.

At that time, she had still been charmingly delicate and innocent, her entire body exuding a girlish aura that hooked one’s soul.

He had indulged in her gentleness before.

What a pity. Her first time hadn’t been given to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so hung up on her for a whole lifetime.

Gu Ying’s face was cold as ice. Her five fingers tightly gripped the dagger, knuckles white from force.

She only wished she could tear him limb from limb!

Jiang Yin's smile only deepened as he looked at her panicked expression and stood up again, adding, "You didn't expect that I'd be the same as you either, right?"

Gu Ying's face was deathly pale.

"I also didn't expect such a preposterous fantastical event to exist in this world. I said, you clearly liked me, so why did your attitude suddenly change, urging me to be matched with your eldest sister instead?"

He raised his eyebrows at her, looking at her lightly. "Turns out you were sabotaging things secretly. Ah Rong, for you to do this, were you truly willing to give me up?"

Listening to Jiang Yin's smug words and looking at his still arrogant expression, Gu Ying finally calmed herself. She gave a cold mocking laugh. "What's wrong, not satisfied? A woman like me isn't worthy of Lord Jiang's ruthlessness. You and Gu Jia were a match made in heaven. You weren't able to be together in your past life, so I matched you up as husband and wife in this life. Isn't that fulfilling your wish? Prime Minister Jiang?"

Jiang Yin walked toward Gu Ying, laughing. “Ah Rong also knows that I will attain the highest position, so why treat me like this?"

Gu Ying stood ramrod straight, hair flying loosely. Her noble and pretty silhouette swayed ceaselessly in the wind.