Chapter 2171 - 2160: The Nineteenth Clan Woman’s Confusion

Time has passed, and several days have gone by.

Finally, the day of Dongfang Ziyue’s premature death is drawing near. Lin Zifeng promised to help Dongfang Ziyue with the matter of her premature death, but his condition was that she must first successfully lead him into the Beiyao Ancient Clan.

If he can’t even enter the Beiyao Ancient Clan, how can he help?

On the Dao ten miles behind the rear gate of the Marquis Mansion, the two rode on white horses, appearing like a pair of close lovers.

However, Dongfang Ziyue had a lot on her mind. On this journey to the Beiyao Ancient Clan, she was somewhat uneasy, with less than twenty days until the date of her premature death!

Perhaps after returning to the Ancient Clan this time, she might not be able to come out again.

"Hey, Miss Dongfang." Lin Zifeng called out.

"Do you need something?" Dongfang Ziyue’s expression remained unchanged, still looking as if everyone owed her millions.

"Nothing, just wanted to have a good chat with you. By the way, you’re actually really pretty and beautiful when you smile, so why do you always put on such a sour face?" Lin Zifeng curled his lips, feeling really bored. Since he first met Dongfang Ziyue, he had only seen her smile once.

All this time, this woman seemed carved from stone, never knowing how to smile.

Besides, what major event can’t be faced with a smile?

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" Dongfang Ziyue cast a sideways glance at him, internally convinced that Lin Zifeng was truly bored.

"Then what do you think I wanted to say to you?" Lin Zifeng chuckled, "Actually, no matter what happens, you must face it with a smile. Be it joy or frustration, it’s all the same day. If you’re unhappy, it’s a day; if you’re happy, it’s also a day. Why put on a sour face every day? Let me tell you, my wife was originally as cold as you, but later, under my influence, she at least learned to be a lot more compassionate."

"Oh? You have a wife?" Dongfang Ziyue looked at him in disbelief.

"Why? Do I not look like someone who could have a wife?" Lin Zifeng winked at her, thinking internally, do I need to inform you first if I have a wife?

"Actually, when my wife and I first met, she was even colder than you, known as the executioner, giving no face to anyone in the company, as cold as it gets. Later, after spending some time together, I discovered something.

"What did you discover?" Dongfang Ziyue asked.

"Hehe, actually, cold women generally aren’t all that malicious, and they are quite kind. Although my wife always looked as if everyone owed her millions, her heart wasn’t bad, very kind, treating everyone equally without favoring anyone.

During my most difficult times, she was willing to give up her own career to help me without regard for her own life, even though I still haven’t given her a complete home and often make her worry, I know she truly loves me."

As he spoke, his heart couldn’t help but ache a little, missing her.

Dongfang Ziyue frowned slightly, "Such a good woman, why did you abandon her?"

"Come on, Miss Dongfang, which ear did you hear that I abandoned her? Your imagination is something else." Lin Zifeng glared at her, annoyed.

"You’ve said so, isn’t that abandoning her? You should be by her side during times like these."

"Yes, at times like these I should be with her; she’s now pregnant with my child. Honestly, I’m a failed husband and an unworthy father."

Lin Zifeng shook his head with a helpless and bitter smile, his face reflecting distress as he spoke, "I wish to go back to them, but with my current capability, I may temporarily be unable to return."

"Why? Is there something more important than your wife and child?" Dongfang Ziyue didn’t quite grasp Lin Zifeng’s meaning.

After all, he comes from the Mortal World, and can’t exactly share why he came to this world. Even if he did, Dongfang Ziyue might not believe him.

"What if I told you I can’t go back right now? Would you believe me?" Not that Lin Zifeng didn’t want to go back, he dreams of returning to the Mortal World. After finishing his tasks here, he’s planning a trip to the Demon Beast Forest, his first stop upon arriving in this world.

If Dongfang Xiaohuang hadn’t saved him, he might never have walked out of the Demon Beast Forest, possibly losing his life in there.

"If you don’t mind, you could tell me where you came from. Of course, rest assured, I’m not one to leak secrets. I can help you keep this secret, provided you can trust me."

"Haha, of course, I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come to the Beiyao Ancient Clan with you." Lin Zifeng laughed heartily, "Actually, even if I do tell you where I come from, I’m afraid you might not believe it."

"How do you know I won’t believe you if you don’t say anything?" Dongfang Ziyue was calm and casual. If Lin Zifeng wants to tell her, he will; if he doesn’t, no amount of questioning will get anything out of him.

"Haha, what if I said I come from another world, would you believe me?" Lin Zifeng didn’t hold back, laughing before revealing his origin, whether Dongfang Ziyue believes it or not is up to her; believe it, or not believe it, just a simple straightforward concept.

"Oh? He comes from another world? Could it be the legendary Mortal World?" Dongfang Ziyue frowned, internally pondering. The term Mortal World is recorded in many Ancient Clan documents. To ordinary people, it might be a novel term, but for Dongfang Ziyue, it’s not novel since she’s aware of this world and has seen some materials. She had once searched in the Ancient Clan’s library for rumors about the Mortal World, but unfortunately didn’t find anything of value.

Today, Lin Zifeng’s words caught her attention; could it be that he truly comes from the Mortal World?

"Why? I knew you wouldn’t believe it when I told you." Lin Zifeng quipped, plucking a blade of grass to chew on. It’s understandable she wouldn’t believe it; he wouldn’t either if someone else claimed it.

If not for knowing that the Dark Prison connects to another world, not even Lin Zifeng would fully believe it.

Dongfang Ziyue didn’t speak, but she actually believed Lin Zifeng about his origin, although she chose not to say much.

"By the way, there are some things on my mind I’d like to ask you?"

"Go ahead." Lin Zifeng nodded.

"That night when I mentioned the previous generation of Siren, namely the nineteenth generation Siren, I noticed your demeanor was somewhat off, you seemed unnatural as if it struck a chord. I can tell Meng Bingyun is somehow related to you, but just wondering how the former Siren relates to you?"

That night, it was Lin Zifeng who brought up the nineteenth generation Siren, and after Dongfang Ziyue revealed her name, his expression noticeably changed, leading her to surmise a connection between Meng Bingyun and him.

"Miss Dongfang, you’re a smart woman; you surely understand that she’s significant to me, so it’s best not to ask too much—I’d rather not discuss it." Lin Zifeng shook his head with a bitter smile.

The relationship between the nineteenth generation Siren of the Beiyao Ancient Clan and his mother remains uncertain even to Lin Zifeng, hence his reluctance to entertain this topic.