Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 483 - 482, You Are Not Alone (Third Shift)

Chapter 483: 482, You Are Not Alone (Third Shift)

Xuanyuan Shangchen still wore that black overcoat.

Atop his head perched a black hat, its dense shadow casting down, veiling his features, mysterious yet majestic.

The man exuded an aura of depth and suppression.

He came against the light, a vast expanse of snow brightness behind him, his figure slender. Although his face could not be discerned, based solely on that unique aura of death and the dangerous vibe, it was certain this person was Xuanyuan Shangchen.

He was the black Lycoris that walked amongst the mortals.

It seemed that truly, the Three Realms were about to fall into chaos.

Even Xuanyuan Shangchen had made his appearance.

Chu Jin watched the man who walked out from beyond the door, her eyes narrowing slightly, a feeling akin to the vicissitudes of time spontaneously arising. Yet, her mind remained blank, unable to recall any memories of him.

Xuanyuan Shangchen.

Although he hadn’t clearly said those four words, Chu Jin’s mind immediately conjured up the image of those characters, written with the flourish of a dragon and the dance of a phoenix.

Xuanyuan, in Ancient Times, was the surname of a nation.

And Shangchen, even more so, referred to an emperor’s title.

In Ancient Times, the Rulers of the Nine States were none other than the Empress Jun Huang.

Without thinking, one knew that this man’s entanglements with the Empress were no shallow matter.

Yet, that piece of history was sealed far too deeply, beyond anyone’s ability to probe.

Xuanyuan Shangchen walked step by step.

Continuing until he stopped in front of Chu Jin.

Old acquaintances met, not recognizing each other.

In this life, he and she were destined to merely be passersby.

No matter what it took, in this life, he only wanted her to live well.

Not to be known as the Empress, nor to bear the Empress’s responsibilities, nor to be the one abandoned by Heavenly Dao as a person against the world’s order, but rather to be like an ordinary person, finding someone who loved her, to accompany her for life, to share weal and woe together.

He was willing to use his entire life to clear the path for her, to exchange for her current peace and calm, for tranquil years.

Bitterness, he would endure; hardships, he would take on.

Heavenly Dao and all that could be left to him to bear.

Some mistakes, once is enough.

"Miss Chu, you misunderstood. She is Jun Huang, you just happen to look like her," he said calmly, slightly lifting his eyes to gaze at Chu Jin.

Nobody knew how much pain Xuanyuan Shangchen had to bear to be able to speak such words to Chu Jin.

The people around stood stunned.

No one had expected such a twist in the tale.

Just as Xuanyuan Shangchen had said, anyone could mistake the Empress, except for him.

"Big brother Xuanyuan," Chu Jin immediately looked at Xuanyuan Shangchen with shining eyes, shaking her head in an attempt to break free from Chu Jin’s restraint, pitiful and sorrowful, confident that big brother Xuanyuan would definitely come to her rescue.

"Don’t move." Chu Jin’s eyebrows turned cold as she suddenly increased her grip.

A crisp ’crack’ echoed through the air, the sound of bone breaking indicating the force Chu Jin had exerted. Chu Jin’s complexion turned pale in an instant, tears spilling as she cried out with a sobbing voice, "Big brother Xuanyuan, save me."

This Chu Jin was too ruthless with her move.

If it weren’t for the fact that her facial features had been refined by trials, at this moment, they would have surely been severely deformed.

Anger flashed through Chu Jin’s beautiful eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me that such a delicate flower could pacify the Nine States and become the sovereign of all under heaven?" Chu Jin’s voice was tinged with scorn, casual yet resounding.

That statement held subtle implications.

The Empress’s renown was universally acknowledged. How could it be equated with a weak woman, teary-eyed and only capable of crying for help?

"If I say she is, then she is," Xuanyuan Shangchen’s voice suddenly turned colder. Pushing down the inner turmoil, the eyes hidden under the brim of the hat brimmed with bitterness, yet the demeanor he presented was overwhelmingly domineering.

Like a ruler.

Leaving no room for retort, those surrounding felt a shiver down their spines. Xuanyuan Shangchen, the title of Grim Reaper, was not unfounded.

If anyone could stand up to Xuanyuan Shangchen, it had to be Mo Zhixuan.

But unfortunately, the person standing opposite him was Chu Jin.

A natural high sitter, a soul purified by fire, an Empress who once pacified the Nine States.

"Who do you think you are?" Chu Jin slightly curled her lips, her tone crisp and cool, "But, as for who she really is, once I peel off the human skin mask on her face, the truth will come to light!"

Feng’er, you truly haven’t changed from before.

Bright and flamboyant.

Your behavior and style are in no way inferior to that of a man.

When facing someone as dangerous as him, you never show any signs of fear.

Xuanyuan Shangchen’s thoughts suddenly surged like a storm, and something named longing flooded his limbs and bones. At this moment, he only wanted to embrace her opposite him and flee to the ends of the earth.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t acknowledge each other, couldn’t even meet, much less know each other.

"If she is not Junhuang, then who do you think is?" Xuanyuan Shangchen asked in a low tone, his voice a bit hoarse as if it were coming from the depths of hell.

"Miss Chu is naturally our lord Junhuang." Qin Qingchen stood up, "Mr. Xuanyuan, forgive my bluntness, but you currently have neither the right nor the position to question my lord, so please, step aside."

Qin Qingchen had heard a little about the events of a thousand years ago, which is why he conversed with Xuanyuan Shangchen with such a rigid stance.

Simply hearing a little had been unbearable for Qin Qingchen, let alone the person who experienced that period firsthand.

Therefore, Qin Qingchen’s impression of Xuanyuan Shangchen was, to put it bluntly, extremely poor.

Xuanyuan Shangchen glanced at Qin Qingchen, a trace of mockery curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Elder Qin, you repeatedly claim Miss Chu is Junhuang, but do you know that Junhuang is my fiancée, Xuanyuan Shangchen? Or do you think that I would not recognize my own fiancée?"

This piece of news was rather explosive.

Upon hearing this, everyone around sighed and murmured among themselves.

Even Chu Jin herself was stunned, for the memory of this was utterly absent from Junhuang’s mind—she did not even recall Xuanyuan Shangchen at all. What on earth was going on?

"Miss Chu," Xuanyuan Shangchen looked up at Chu Jin, his tone as calm as a still lake, "Or is it that you really wish to marry me so badly?" His tone carried a teasing hint, and for a moment, it was as if the two had returned to a thousand years ago.

Chu Jin’s heart thudded on relentlessly.

In the past, Xuanyuan Shangchen had never spoken these words to her.

She knew Xuanyuan Shangchen always held her in special regard, but she hadn’t expected to be his fiancée.

Happiness had come too suddenly.

No wonder he had been so good to her. So, there had been a reason for everything.

Thinking that from now on, she could live with Xuanyuan Shangchen forever, Chu Jin’s heart felt as though it had been filled with honey, so sweet and so full, accompanied by a sense of superiority.

After all, Xuanyuan Shangchen was so exceptional.

In this life, to marry such a man and to be protected by him in this way, one could say it was a life not wasted.

This was the life many women dreamed of.

Chu Jin looked at him, a light smile playing on her lips, but the words she spoke were somewhat harsh, "Faces are a good thing, I hope you can have one too. The event from a thousand years ago cannot be verified by anyone, so if you alone claim Junhuang is your fiancée, who will believe it if you say it out loud?"

In one sentence, she not only implied Xuanyuan Shangchen was shameless but also clearly pointed out the doubts in his statement.

From beginning to end, she was exceptionally calm, her eyes shimmering with intelligent light, carrying a slight chill with them.

Xuanyuan Shangchen’s lips curved into an indescribable arc as he bent down and placed one hand on Chu Jin’s shoulder, the other hand moving to Chu Jin’s chin. His fingertips had just touched her, when Chu Jin’s hand clutching Chu Jin’s chin recoiled as if electrocuted.

A trace of dark light flashed in Xuanyuan Shangchen’s eyes, a slight pain.

But all this was caused by his own hands.

All he can do now is, make amends, keep making amends.

"I’ve said it, I won’t mistake my own fiancée," Xuanyuan Shangchen helped Chu Jin to stand, looking up at Chu Jin, "Miss Chu, live your own life well, remember, you are not Junhuang, you are merely Chu Jin. Also, you are not alone."

The last sentence had a deep significance.

I’ll protect you, a life without worries, peace and joy.

Regrettably, he couldn’t speak these words aloud.

Chu Jin looked up at Xuanyuan Shangchen somewhat puzzled, trying to glimpse something in his eyes, but from the beginning to the end, she never saw his true face clearly, his features always veiled in shadows.

"Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, follow me and leave at once," Xuanyuan Shangchen, holding Chu Jin, began heading for the exit.

"Brother Xuanyuan," Chu Jin suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked up at Xuanyuan Shangchen, her tone a mix of coquettish frustration, "Just now, Miss Chu was so harsh to me; aren’t you going to take revenge for me?"

Chu Jin was always one to return tit for tat, especially since Chu Jin had just made her lose so much face.

Her knees still ached from the encounter.

Chu Jin’s lips curled slightly, "Do you mean to have a one-on-one challenge?"

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