Chapter 264

"Brother Lin?!"

Hearing the voice from outside the door, the cold-faced Jiang Chuxue was slightly startled.

Why would Zheng Lin come to the door at this time...

Tomorrow was the day of their grand wedding.

Logically speaking, he should be busy with the final preparations at the Zheng family mansion right now.

Although she was somewhat confused in her heart, she still reached out and opened the courtyard gate.

Standing outside the door was a youth wearing expensive, luxurious robes with a tall, upright figure; it was none other than "Zheng Lin."

"Brother Lin, why did you come over at this time..."

Jiang Chuxue asked suspiciously.

At the same time, she smelled a faint trace of medicinal fragrance on him, ethereal and almost imperceptible, mixed into the night wind.

"I missed you."

"Zheng Lin" smiled faintly, stepping into the courtyard at a leisurely pace, closing the gate behind him, the bolt making a dull clack as it fell.

This person was naturally Jiang Ye in disguise.

Seeing that the other party had not noticed his flaw, a hidden hint of playfulness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

One had to know that for today's plan, he had specifically gone down the mountain to buy a set of expensive, luxurious robes.

Hearing the three words "I missed you," a shallow arc appeared on Jiang Chuxue's naturally cold and fierce face.

She had always been quite proud of her own charm.

Even a heaven-favored talent of the Zheng family who had seen countless women would be captivated by her charm, running over specifically to see her on the night before the wedding.

She enjoyed this vanity very much.

After Jiang Ye entered the door, he first used his keen five senses to scan the courtyard, confirming that there was no one else's aura, and the smile that had been somewhat restrained on his face began to become wanton.

He had already surveyed the surroundings earlier.

Jiang Chuxue's direct disciple courtyard was spacious and quiet, separated from the nearest inner disciple residence by more than half a mountain; as long as he didn't make too much noise, he basically wouldn't disturb anyone.

His gaze fell on Jiang Chuxue without any concealment, examining her carefully.

At this moment, Jiang Chuxue had just finished her makeup and was still wearing that bright red wedding gown.

Phoenix crown and ceremonial cape, the "hundred birds worshiping the phoenix" embroidered in gold thread shimmered on her, her chest high, her waist pulled extremely narrow, and her round, perky buttocks still outlined an alluring curve under the layers of skirts.

Her face, which was always cold and sharp, was softened by the contrast of this wedding gown, sharpness and charm intertwined, adding a touch of indescribable temptation.

Jiang Ye nodded slightly.

This was the second time he had appreciated a woman wearing a wedding gown.

The last time was Xu Qinghuan.

That girl's talent was in the enchantment in her bones, and after putting on the bright red wedding gown, the feeling she gave was soul-stirring.

Jiang Chuxue's temperament was completely different—sharp, piercing, and awe-inspiring.

Even though her appearance was stunning, it carried strong aggression, and ordinary people would not dare to approach her at all.

Yet it was precisely this "keep strangers at a distance" temperament that, after putting on this bright red wedding gown, not only failed to neutralize that sharpness but instead made her appear even more noble and inviolable, making one even more eager to crush this nobility.

Her arrogance was, in itself, the best prey.

Seeing "Zheng Lin" looking at her with burning intensity, a gaze more direct than any time before, Jiang Chuxue lifted her chin slightly and smiled faintly:

"Brother Lin, you can have me tomorrow; just be patient for today."

"I'll go brew you a cup of tea..."

Saying this, she had just turned around.

The next instant.

"Did I tell you to leave?!"

Accompanied by a low, cold sneer, the completely unprepared Jiang Chuxue felt a sharp pain suddenly come from her scalp.

She looked back in disbelief; it was "Zheng Lin" who had reached out and grabbed her hair.

Those five fingers gripped her hair roots without mercy, the force so great that her entire head was forced to tilt backward.

This sudden scene completely stunned her.

One had to know that ever since she was taken from that remote little mountain village by Zheng Feng's father, she had never suffered such humiliation again.

Being grabbed by the hair?

This kind of rough behavior that only happened between village women—could it actually happen to her, Jiang Chuxue?

She was an upper sect direct disciple, the possessor of the Metal Spirit Body, and tomorrow she would be the young mistress of the Zheng family, a woman destined to climb to the peak!

And although Zheng Lin was overbearing, he had always been polite to her, and for so many years, he hadn't even said a harsh word to her.

Let alone using such heavy force on her.

How dared he?

How dared he!

Jiang Chuxue's eyes didn't even have time to show rage.

Jiang Ye pulled casually, as if pulling reins while riding a horse, pulling her entire body back with ease.

That immense force felt as if it were going to tear her entire scalp off, the pain making her vision go black, almost causing her to faint on the spot.

A dignified mid-stage Divine Qi Realm martial artist couldn't even muster a shred of resistance in the face of this savage power.

After Jiang Ye pulled her back, he simply pressed down with his hand, and this upper sect direct disciple knelt half-way beneath him without any power to resist.

Jiang Chuxue lifted her head, her cold and exquisite face slightly distorted by the sharp pain, and a look of unbelievable anger finally appeared in her eyes.

She instinctively wanted to mobilize the sharp, peerless Metal-element True Qi within her body.

But she discovered with horror that the blood in her body had begun to stir frantically as if it had been ignited, and her divine qi was even more chaotic, rushing wildly through her meridians, completely unable to condense.

Immediately after, a strong sense of dizziness struck her mind, causing a hint of trance to appear involuntarily in her sharp eyes.

She only felt that everything before her was separated by a thin veil, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

"Am I dreaming..."

This thought suddenly flashed through Jiang Chuxue's dizzy head.

That was it.

She must be dreaming.

How could Zheng Lin possibly come to Spirit Snake Peak at this time?

And how could he possibly dare to treat her in such a rough way?

Only in a dream would everything be so unreasonable.

Jiang Ye looked down at Jiang Chuxue, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were gradually becoming tranced, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The things he got from Yin Qingqing were truly useful.

A dignified upper sect direct disciple, tomorrow's Zheng family young mistress, was now kneeling half-way at his feet.

Like a leopardess whose claws and teeth had been pulled, only that pair of eyes, which could no longer focus, instinctively glared at him, but even the anger could not be gathered.

Jiang Ye reached out and lifted her chin, making her look directly into his eyes: "No need to wait for tomorrow; today you will..."

Jiang Chuxue's somewhat tranced eyes met those eyes containing a cold sneer, and an inexplicable chill suddenly surged in her heart.

Even if it were a dream, she would never allow herself to suffer such humiliation.

Everything about her had to be controlled by herself.

Even if it were a dream, it was the same!

"You bas..."

Her mouth opened wide, and a sharp, cold shout was about to be uttered from her throat.

The next instant.

"Mmph... mmph..."

That cold shout was blocked back.

She could no longer speak.

The phoenix crown tilted to one side, the scattered gold-threaded tassels mixed with the loosened black hair, spreading all over the floor.

Her sharp, beautiful eyes shrank violently, and the corners of her eyes uncontrollably spilled two crystalline teardrops, which slid slowly down her cold and flushed cheeks, dripping onto the bright red wedding gown and staining two dark, wet marks.