She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 387 - 386: Starving for One Day and One Night, Perfect for Dieting

Chapter 387: Chapter 386: Starving for One Day and One Night, Perfect for Dieting

Song Ning’s expression was aggrieved, "What’s wrong, Brother? You’ve been here for two days and one night, and because I’ve been worried about you, I haven’t had a proper meal in a day and a night. Yet, Brother, you never even asked how I’m doing."

Listening to the words deliberately spoken in a pitched voice, Song Huaxu slightly furrowed his brow.

"Why aren’t you eating?"

His slightly unnatural speech left Song Ning feeling utterly awkward.

At this moment, she began to wonder, did Song Huaxu truly love this body?

If he truly did, upon hearing that she hadn’t eaten properly for a day and a night, shouldn’t he have shown great concern...

"...Brother Huaxu has been staying here all this time, and I’ve been so worried that I can’t eat. Is it because I did something wrong that made Brother angry? Are you avoiding me because you don’t want to see me?"

Song Ning’s eyes reddened as she fixedly stared at him.

Song Huaxu’s brow remained furrowed; he was very unaccustomed to the Song Ning who had awakened this time.

In his memory, Song Ning had always been a shy and timid girl, never behaving so crazily coquettish towards him all day long, much like the white-furred dog at the foot of the hill in a farmer’s home, eager to pounce and lick him whenever they saw him.

Thinking this, Song Huaxu coughed dryly, "It’s not because of you. I need to concentrate on my training recently. It’s good that you’re not eating. You’ve been complaining about gaining weight; this is a good chance to slim down."

Song Ning: "..." My god!

Is this something a suitor would say?

Suppressing the turmoil within her, Song Ning forced out a gentle smile, "It’s okay if I don’t eat, but Brother, you mustn’t skip meals." As she spoke, she clapped her hands, and a maidservant came in carrying a tray. She wore coarse cloth clothing, walked with a slightly unsteady gait, but her delicate and bright features were similar to Song Ning’s, and on closer inspection, she even appeared prettier.

Seeing Shen Shuyun enter, Song Huaxu’s frown deepened.

Shen Shuyun lowered her head, her expression cold. Upon seeing Song Ning, her body subconsciously shrank.

She placed the meal tray on the table: "...Master, please eat."

Then, she stood aside like a maidservant.

Song Ning smiled as she picked up a soup spoon, "Brother Huaxu put a lot of effort into making me wake up. Try this soup; it took a lot of effort to simmer."

Shen Shuyun listened to Song Ning’s ambiguous words on the side without a hint of emotional fluctuation.

She had simmered that soup for two hours.

Now with just one light sentence from Song Ning, the credit had fallen on her.

Shen Shuyun didn’t care. Her whole body was in so much pain she thought she might die. Ever since the Angel Envoy had captured her and brought her back, and since the first day Song Ning had seen her, the pain had never stopped.

But she had never inflicted serious private punishments on herself, always some meaner tricks that left no visible wounds.

She was probably afraid of the Master finding out.

What Song Ning didn’t know was that the Master never cared about her.

The day she was brought back to the Radiant Church, Shen Shuyun knew she was just a stand-in.

Her thoughts drifted away.

On the other side, Song Huaxu avoided the spoon offered by Song Ning and instead reached out to take the soup bowl. At his stage, he didn’t need to eat, but if he didn’t eat a little now, Song Ning would probably start crying again.

He drank half a bowl lightly and set it down.

Then he said indifferently, "It tastes very good."

"I have to continue my training; you two may leave," Song Huaxu issued an eviction order.

Song Ning reluctantly didn’t want to leave, but she knew that Song Huaxu definitely wouldn’t allow her to stay, so she could only leave.

Shen Shuyun silently cleaned up the meal tray and then followed behind her.

The moment the door closed, Shen Shuyun’s arm was viciously twisted.

Pain filled her eyes with tears instantly, but she dared not cry out.

Otherwise, she would suffer even more malicious abuse from Song Ning.

"You’re so good at making soup, then make more. Tonight, add a meal for the entire disciples of the Divine Church of Light; let everyone taste your skills, Shen Shuyun. You shouldn’t mind, should you?"

The entire Divine Church of Light’s disciples, how long would that take?!

Shen Shuyun’s eyes flashed with defeat, but she dared not refuse, "Yes."

The face that looked exactly like her own was bullied without any sign of temper, and Song Ning quickly lost interest, throwing Shen Shuyun aside to seek her own amusement.

Shen Shuyun stood under the blazing sun with a tray in hand, the light in her eyes growing dimmer.

Ever since that night in the Northern Border, after she had been knocked unconscious by the Divine Sect’s Angel Envoy and captured, she had been completely cut off from the outside world.

Therefore, she had no way of knowing whether Yan Wanqing and the others had managed to escape.

In Shen Shuyun’s mind lingered the image of Yan Wanqing telling them to run fast, then she single-handedly shut the city gates, blocking the countless pursuers behind her.

Shen Shuyun silently closed her eyes as a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

She hoped that everyone could be safe and sound, and that they would not think of coming to rescue her again. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She really didn’t want to drag anyone down anymore...

Song Huaxu inside the room, hearing the noises at the door, felt a surge of blood rush to his head and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

He stared blankly at the blood in his palm, realizing that he might truly be running out of time.

He needed to hurry, to return Song Ning and Shen Shuyun before his death.

Song Ning had shown him kindness, a kindness that even if it meant destroying heavens and earth, exhausting all of his life, he had to repay.

Song Huaxu expressionlessly wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, the pallor in his hair and redness of his lips leaving him less cold and more decadently radiant.

The recent report of Yan Wanqing’s whereabouts made him believe it wouldn’t be long before they arrived at the Divine Church of Light.

His enmity with the Yan Family went back a long way, born of sins he, Song Huaxu, had committed himself, and he naturally would not flee from them.

He would settle it all when the time came.

He took a book from underneath his long robe, opened it, and continued to meditate and recite his powers.

...

Yan Wanqing was about to die of heat.

Inside the carriage, she had stripped down to just a lined garment, yet she continued to sweat profusely.

Xiao Pingfeng was fanning her with both hands, and looking at the scene before him, he felt turmoil throughout his whole body.

Ever since his wife became pregnant, her figure had become increasingly voluptuous and tempting.

"What are you looking at?!" Yan Wanqing glared sideways at him.

The Crown Prince instantly redirected his gaze inward, "Looking at nothing, looking at nothing! Dear, do you still feel hot?"

"Can’t you see my face is all red from heat?" Yan Wanqing picked up the teacup from the table and drank it in one gulp, the water traces flowing down her chin, which turned a certain someone’s gaze intense.

As soon as she finished drinking, he quickly diverted his eyes, fearing a scolding.

The great Crown Prince, to not even be able to look at his wife openly, was truly against all reason.

With that thought, he once again raised his eyes grandly, only to meet her peach blossom-like gaze.

"Dear, what would you like?"

Yan Wanqing took the fan from his hand and started to fan herself.

The Crown Prince quickly stepped forward, "If you fan yourself, your hands will get tired."

"We’re almost at the town, go down and buy me a bowl of iced green bean soup; if it continues like this, I’m going to die from the heat." Yan Wanqing had always been tolerant of heat, not knowing whether it was because of the pregnancy, but now she was ever more irritable, feeling like kicking the stones by the roadside.

Xiao Pingfeng had been scolded countless times throughout the journey.

Right now, he didn’t dare to retort directly, only going out to ask Xiaoliu whether green bean soup was safe to drink before making plans. If it wasn’t, he would find something else that was safe. Everything had to make Yan Wanqing happy!

"Dear, it’s too hot today, let’s not rush. Let’s stay in the town tonight," Xiao Pingfeng said tenderly as he wiped the sweat from her face.

Yan Wanqing thought about it; they were still some days’ journey from the Divine Church of Light, and today was indeed hot. She was already this uncomfortable sitting in the carriage, what about the soldiers wearing thick armor?

So she nodded, "That’s a great idea, it’s just right for everyone to get some rest."

Both the people and horses needed to rest.