xymnovel Chapter 787: You Will Never Understand
Chapter 787: You Will Never Understand
During dinner, Han Jing, with her aching waist, instructed Lianwu and Lan Ling on what to be mindful of within the Xia Clan, especially emphasizing to Lianwu to keep a close watch on Xiao Xue and absolutely not let her run around recklessly.
After all, one couldn’t really be sure who was a friend or foe in this place.
In the Holy Maiden Palace, Ling Yue could see that from the moment Xia Ji entered, she hadn’t been happy. She shut herself in a room and didn’t come out even for dinner.
Ling Yue hesitated for a long while, yet still knocked on the door: "Xia’er?"
It was a good while later before Xia Ji opened the door, but she seemed to have no intention of coming out.
"Do you have any wine with you?" Just as Ling Yue was about to ask what was wrong with Xia Ji, she suddenly asked.
Ling Yue nodded.
"Come in." Xia Ji’s expression was calm, very unlike her usual self.
Ling Yue walked in, closed the door, and took out the wine from his space artifact.
Back at Lingyou Hall, he and Xia Ji would often drink together, so he always kept plenty of good wine with him.
Xia Ji said nothing else and drank in silence, her face showing no expression, none of the excitement she had described about watching the bustle.
Ling Yue furrowed his brow, but quietly accompanied Xia Ji, drinking quite a bit.
They didn’t know how long they drank, but by the time the outside had darkened, Xia Ji finally stood up, swaying and lit a candle.
She suddenly spoke: "Do you know what place this is?"
Ling Yue paused for a moment and cautiously asked: "Is this a room you used to stay in?"
Yet it didn’t quite seem so; this room was too simple. Although it was large, there was nothing extra—just a bed, table, and cupboard, almost nothing else.
And her Xia’er liked jewelry and beautiful clothes like any ordinary woman. In Lingyou Hall, he had specially prepared a very large room for her, filled with all sorts of clothing and jewelry.
Xia Ji walked back to sit down, poured another cup of wine, and only after a long time did she reply: "This is where my father used to stay."
Ling Yue looked at Xia Ji in surprise.
The two had been married for many years and their life was generally pleasant. Ling Yue had asked Xia Ji about her past before, but she never mentioned it. He only wanted her to be happy; if she didn’t speak, he wouldn’t ask.
This was the first time in all their years together that she spoke to him about her past.
Xia Ji seemed unsure whether she was speaking to Ling Yue or herself, her expression serene and gentle, completely unlike her usual arrogance and willfulness.
"Even after being here for so long, he was always cautious and worried he wasn’t doing well enough, worried people would look down on me, afraid someone would bully me. Although there were so many servants in the palace, he insisted on cooking for me every day. He was always so eager to do something for me."
As Xia Ji spoke, her voice choked with emotion, yet her eyes held not a single tear.
She touched the corner of her eyes and said with a sarcastic smile: "I forgot, I don’t have tears anymore, they dried up long ago."
"So why save me? What meaning does my survival have?"
"You people with feelings, how could you possibly understand what it’s like to lose everything, the barrenness of it all?"
"Indeed, you would never understand, never understand..."