Butler Ye looked at the man's handsome eyes. It had been so many years and this man had become so calm and quiet. His heart had become like a pool of stagnant water. There was no one or anything in this world that could cause a ripple in his heart.
But at this moment, there were two little whirlpools in this man's eyes. He was so excited that he was ferocious and crazy.
He stared at Butler Ye intently. His thin lips moved and he asked, "Are you sure it's her?"
Her?
Lin Xuanji!
Butler Ye nodded his head. "I'm sure, Sir. The beauty who has been in a deep sleep for a thousand years is Madam Xuanji."
Lu Jinwen remained silent for a few seconds before he threw the fountain pen in his hand on the office table. "Prepare the private jet. We're leaving for Miaojiang now."
"Yes, Sir."
Lu Jinwen draped a black cashmere coat over his shoulders. As he strode forward, every step he took was sonorous and forceful, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.
"Mr Lu, where are you going?" At this moment, a lithe figure walked over. It was Lin Siyu.
Lu Jinwen was expressionless. "I'm going to Miaojiang. Be good and stay here."
"Miaojiang? Mr Lu, I want to go too. " Lin Siyu ran over and hugged Lu Jinwen's muscular arm. She pouted her red lips and acted coquettishly.
Lu Jinwen raised his brows and curved his thin lips. "Mm, let's go together."
That was great.
Lin Siyu smiled like a flower.
…
At the same time, in another villa.
Lin Xuanyin received a call from Old Master Lin. She was shocked. "What? There's news about Xuanji?"
Old Master Lin's astute voice came through the phone. "Yes, Lu Jinwen has flown to Miaojiang with Siyu. Jun Mosheng has also gone with Tang Mo 'er. The battle in Miaojiang is about to begin."
Lin Xuanyin gripped her cell phone until her knuckles turned white. It had been so many years and history was about to repeat itself. Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng were going to fight for Lin Xuanji again.
"Xuanyin, don't be afraid. Even if Jinwen brings Xuanji back, he will dig her heart out for you."
Would it?
Lin Xuanyin wasn't sure. She didn't have a definite answer in her heart. Would Lu Jinwen really continue with the heart transplant surgery from many years ago and dig out Lin Xuanji's heart?
…
Miaojiang.
The current High Priest of Miaojiang was Meng Lu. Today, Meng Lu received two important guests, Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Jun. I've heard a lot about you. I didn't expect that two distinguished guests would come to my Miao Jiang at the same time. Your presence brings light to my humble dwelling," Meng Lu said politely.
Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng looked at each other and then looked away.
Jun Mosheng was the first to speak. "High Priest Meng, we heard that there is a beauty who has been asleep for a thousand years in the altar of Miaojiang. Can we see her?"
"Mr. Jun, Mr. Lu, to tell you the truth, this sleeping beauty was saved by me many years ago at the Passion River in the Miaojiang."
"Passion River?"
"That's right. The Passion River is the holy water of Miaojiang. As the name suggests, as long as one has feelings for someone, even a drop of the Passion River will corrode the person's flesh like acid. Only those who are truly heartless and without love will the Passion River be as harmless as ordinary water."
Passion River.
The Passion River in Miaojiang had always been a legend. It was said that this was the holy water that could truly test the love between a man and a woman.
For those who had feelings for each other, even a drop of the Passion River would be painful.
Lin Xuanji was swimming in the Passion River. Was she safe and sound?
Jun Mosheng looked at Lu Jinwen. This man was the only man that Lin Xuanji had ever loved in her life.
When Lin Xuanji consumed the gelsemium elegans and jumped from the six-foot high platform to the bottom of the lake, did she still love Lu Jinwen?
Lu Jinwen stood tall and straight, his handsome face expressionless. He didn't ask this question.
Similarly, Jun Mosheng didn't ask either.
"I saved this beauty and brought her to the altar. I don't know why, but she has been in a deep sleep all these years. But while she was in a deep sleep, the weather in Miaojiang has been good and the population is thriving. This is a good omen. This sleeping beauty is a gift from the heavens to Miaojiang. I have already conferred her the title of the Holy Lady of Miaojiang."
The people of Miaojiang valued witchcraft and were rather superstitious, so Lin Xuanji was conferred the title of the Holy Lady of Miaojiang.
Meng Lu continued, "The altar is an important place in Miaojiang and outsiders are not allowed to enter. But since the two of you are here, I will bring you to have a look outside."
"Thank you, High Priest Meng."
At this time, someone let out a disdainful sneer.
Everyone turned around, it was Lin Siyu, who was standing beside Lu Jinwen.
Jun Mosheng looked at Lin Siyu's ravishing face. She was practically a copy of Lin Xuanji's face, even her aura and charm were somewhat similar.
"Miss Lin, what are you laughing at?" Jun Mosheng asked.
Lin Siyu was dressed in a shimmering red gown, all the software and hardware on her body were exactly the same as Lin Xuanji's. She pouted her lips and raised her chin arrogantly. "Lin Xuanji isn't young anymore. She can even be my mother. What's so good about her?"
With that, Lin Siyu spun in a circle. "Is Lin Xuanji as young and beautiful as I am now? I really can't bear to hurt her."
Lin Siyu felt that she was being neglected. She looked exactly the same as Lin Xuanji, but everyone's attention was focused on Lin Xuanji. She was 21 years old and had a body full of collagen. Why wasn't anyone looking at her?
So she wanted to divert everyone's attention to her.
Jun Mosheng sized Lin Siyu up and didn't speak to her. Instead, he looked at Lu Jinwen. "Young Master Lu, it seems like you dote on Miss Lin a lot in private. How dare a fake come out and cause trouble."
What?
Fake?
Lin Siyu almost jumped up in anger. Jun Mosheng's words were too vicious.
At this moment, Meng Lu also looked at Lin Siyu. "This Miss Lin does look very much like our Holy Lady, but compared to the Holy Lady, this Miss Lin pales in comparison."
Meng Lu shook his head.
"…"
Lin Siyu felt that she had been thoroughly humiliated. She promptly tugged at Lu Jinwen's sleeve and pouted her lips in an aggrieved manner.
Lu Jinwen stretched out his large palm and patted her little hand. "Be good, hm?" he said simply, "Be good, hm?"
Be good, hm?
On the surface, it sounded like he was doting on her, but it was very perfunctory.
Ever since Lu Jinwen came here, this was the first thing he said.
Jun Mosheng wasn't interested in looking at this fake. "High Priest Meng, bring us to see the Holy Lady now."
"Alright, please."
…
At the altar.
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