area51novel Chapter 44 You Are My Husband
Chapter 44 You Are My Husband
tenth day.
Zixia woke up.
Her first reaction upon opening her eyes was bewilderment.
Above us was a rough dome, and in our ears we could hear the whistling of the wind whistling through the cracks in the rocks.
The scent of animal hides and herbs filled the air, along with a faint hint of sandalwood.
'who I am?'
Where am I?
My mind went completely blank.
Like a book that has been soaked and ruined, all the words are blurred, leaving only the shape of the paper.
She tried to sit up.
My whole body aches and feels weak, and my fingertips tremble slightly.
"Crunch."
The door was pushed open.
A young girl dressed in coarse linen clothes walked in carrying a wooden basin. When she saw that she had opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise.
"You're awake! You're finally awake!"
The girl put down the wooden tub, ran to the bedside, looked her up and down, her eyes full of concern.
"You've been unconscious for ten days! The immortal has been watching over you for several nights, not even having time to eat. You've finally woken up—"
Zixia opened her mouth.
The voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
"Who is the Immortal Master...?"
Lei Ying was taken aback.
"do not you remember?"
Zixia shook her head.
Lei Ying remained silent for a moment, then a complex smile appeared on her face, tinged with bitterness yet feigned relief.
"The Immortal Master is none other than Immortal Li. Your...your husband."
She said it very naturally.
Because in Lei Ying's mind, this is the truth.
A man carries a woman covered in blood back from a thousand miles away, personally feeds her medicine, keeps watch over her at night, and gives up his own bed—what else could it be but his wife?
Zixia was stunned.
"My husband."
These two words fell into a blank mind, without stirring any ripples of memory.
But there was no rejection whatsoever.
"What...does he look like?"
The question had barely left his mouth when a figure appeared at the doorway.
Backlit, the man was tall and slender, with a bright, star-like face and refined features.
His gaze swept over her calmly, without excessive enthusiasm or indifference, only a restrained attention.
Zixia's pupils dilated slightly.
In the midst of unconsciousness, those blurry fragments suddenly found their anchor—
She remembered a face repeatedly appearing in her blurry vision.
He held her wrist and whispered in her ear.
It's him.
So... he really is my husband?
Li Xian was completely unaware of this.
He walked in.
It was just a routine check-up on Zixia's recovery.
"He's awake," he said.
"Mmm," Zixia responded softly, her gaze fixed on him.
After exploring the Zixia Bitter Sea, Li Xian got up.
"The Dao Embryo's self-healing is progressing smoothly. It was worth the limited amount of Ancient Divine Spring Water I consumed. I should be able to stabilize my foundation within a month. As for the injury to my origin..."
suddenly.
Li Xian noticed the strange look in Zixia's eyes.
After a moment of surprise, he turned to look at Lei Ying outside the house and asked:
"What's wrong with her?"
Lei Ying's nostrils twitched slightly:
"Master, she has lost her memory."
Li Xian was stunned; he truly hadn't expected this turn of events.
"Is the 'amnesia' part of the original story? Or did I change the plot...?"
What can you remember now?
Zixia shook her head.
"Name? Origin? Cultivation Technique?"
Zixia shook her head at every question.
Li Xian remained silent.
"Complete amnesia, unlikely to recover in the short term."
He turned and walked out.
"You should rest first, we can talk about everything later."
Zixia stared at his retreating figure and suddenly spoke:
"My husband."
Li Xian paused in his steps.
Pupil tremor.
"W-what?"
Zixia looked at him earnestly: "Lei Ying said that you are my husband."
Li Xian: "..."
Are you kidding me!
He looked at Lei Ying, who was hanging clothes to dry outside the door.
Lei Ying was completely unaware, humming a little tune as she hung a purple dress on the rope.
……
That night.
Li Xianzhao often went to the stone chamber for seclusion.
I had just sat down cross-legged when the door was pushed open.
Zixia, supporting herself against the wall, walked in step by step.
She changed into the clean clothes Lei Ying had found, which were slightly small and accentuated her slender waist.
"I've come to sleep with you."
she says.
His tone was flat, as if he were stating something that was taken for granted.
Li Xian looked at her.
"You should rest in bed."
"Shouldn't husband and wife sleep together?"
Zixia asked in return seriously.
She really doesn't understand.
My mind went completely blank.
All knowledge about interpersonal relationships.
All of this originated from snippets of conversation between Lei Ying and the villagers.
Master Zhang said, "The day the immortal carried his wife back, he was covered in blood, but he didn't even blink. His kindness is truly admirable."
Aunt Tiezhu said, "Your husband gave you the only bed and slept on the floor himself. Where can you find such an honest man these days?"
Even four-year-old Stone Boy calls her "Fairy Lady" in his childish voice.
That's what everyone says.
So she believed it.
Now, her "husband" refuses to sleep with her.
Zixia lowered her head, her voice muffled:
"Is it because I got injured... that I've become ugly?"
Li Xian looked at her drooping eyelashes.
Suddenly I remembered the original work.
Someone wanted her to marry the Holy Body and give birth to a pre-natal Holy Body embryo.
She resisted, struggled, and remained aloof to the extreme, saying without regret throughout her life—"I am unwilling."
She was an orphan until she was seven years old.
She became a saint after the age of seven.
All alone.
'This child doesn't lack arrogance, he lacks a sense of security.'
Li Xian spoke:
"It's not that I'm disgusted, it's just that your injury hasn't fully healed, so you can't do anything strenuous. Let's talk about it after you're fully recovered."
Zixia looked up.
"real?"
"Really. Go back to sleep."
Zixia bit her lip, turned around and left.
She looked back at the door again to make sure he didn't seem to be lying before quietly closing the door.
Li Xian sat in the stone chamber.
'Not taking advantage of others is my bottom line. But how long can this misunderstanding last?'
He closed his eyes, his mind racing.
'Wait… Zixia has become dependent on me, making it easier to establish an alliance after her recovery. The Innate Dao Embryo is the key to the Western Emperor Scripture; it cannot be pushed aside, nor can it be overused.'
"Neither taking the initiative nor refusing, I'm a player, what do I have to be afraid of..."
Li Xian re-entered meditation.
……
The next three days.
The people of Shizhai became even more ruthless.
Master Zhang pulled Li Xian aside for a drink, speaking earnestly:
"Immortal Master, your wife took the initiative to approach you, and you're turning her away? I've lived for sixty years and I've never seen anyone so clueless."
Lei Ying pulled Zixia aside and slipped her a hairpin made of wildflowers:
"It looks good on you. Men may not say it, but their eyes will."
Her hands were steady, her smile sweet, as she helped Zixia put the flowers in her hair.
The smile faded for a moment as he turned away.
It was only for a moment.
Zixia began to clumsily learn to do the things that an ordinary wife should do.
She went to the kitchen to help stoke the fire and burned a hole through the bottom of the pot.
She tried to mend Li Xian's Taoist robe, sewing the sleeves onto the front.
She picked a handful of wildflowers and placed them at the entrance of the stone chamber. The pollen made Li Xian sneeze.
She even stood outside the stone chamber for two hours, holding a bowl of soup so salty it tasted bitter, until it cooled completely.
Li Xian pushed open the door and saw the Purple Mansion Saintess squatting on the ground, dozing off, still clutching the bowl of soup tightly in her hands.
He took it and took a sip.
He frowned, disgusted.
But it's all gone.
Zixia's eyes lit up.
……
Zixia woke up on the seventh night.
Li Xian was meditating in the stone chamber when he suddenly opened his eyes.
Zixia stood before me.
This time she didn't hesitate and walked straight over to sit next to him.
"I've made up my mind," she said.
"If you don't want me, I'll stay here and cook for you, sew clothes for you, until you do want me."
"Anyway, I don't remember any other places."
His voice was calm, but his tone was firm.
Even if one loses their memory, the inherent nature of the innate Dao embryo remains unchanged—that unwavering determination once set in mind remains the same.
Li Xian remained silent for a long time.
"You'll regain your memory," he said. "Then you might regret it."
"I won't."
Zixia answered without hesitation.
She looked into his eyes.
Those clear, cold eyes, devoid of all past memories yet crystal clear, reflected the warm light of the fireplace.
"I don't know what kind of person I was before... but now, I want to stay by your side. If I change my mind later, then it's my fault."
Li Xian's throat bobbed.
I looked at her for three breaths.
Then he reached out and grasped her wrist.
……
The next day.
Zixia almost couldn't get out of bed.
My legs felt weak, and my back ached as if it had been broken.
Her face was flushed, covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her eyes and brows were full of undisguised satisfaction and joy.
Lei Ying pushed open the door to deliver breakfast, and upon seeing this scene, her ears turned bright red.
"You...you guys last night..."
Zixia did not deny it, but simply covered her lower abdomen with both hands, her voice as soft as a murmur.
"Ying'er... do you think I can have a baby?"
Lei Ying almost spilled the porridge bowl on the ground.
The other side of the stone chamber.
Li Xian sat on a futon.
He rested his hands on his knees, his face expressionless.
But one thought kept swirling in my mind.
"The mod still feels very realistic, completely like experiencing real life..."
"If my memories are truly erased and I'm transported here, wouldn't that mean I've died in my previous life and been reborn?"
Then, Li Xian overheard the conversation between the two people next to her and subconsciously avoided that terrible conclusion, beginning to ponder something else:
'A mortal body born of nature... paired with a primordial Dao embryo.'
What is the child's constitution?
He recalled a detail from the original work:
Zixia remained cold and distant towards Ye Fan. She loathed the arranged marriage by the Holy Land and even refused it with her life.
the same person.
They share the same innate Dao embryo.
But now she's smiling like a child who's stolen candy, thinking about having his baby.
'...Therefore, the problem lies not in the Dao embryo, nor in the physical constitution.'
Li Xian's face remained calm and composed.
Is it because I'm not opening it correctly?
Zixia's voice came from outside the stone chamber, tinged with an unusual coquettishness: "Husband—the porridge is ready—"
Li Xian's lips twitched.
Ultimately, he couldn't hold back.