Chapter 122 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (22)

Zhou Yuran was sentenced to death by the Justice Minister of the Dali Temple, execution by beheading at noon tomorrow.

Only now did Zhou Yuran begin to panic. She finally understood just how terrifying this ancient world was. She could barely survive here at all.

Her mind kept flashing back to the life she had in the Murong Residence in her previous life, with gold, jewels, delicacies from land and sea. She could get whatever she wanted.

“I won’t run anymore…” Zhou Yuran crouched on the pile of straw in her prison cell and muttered to herself.

…

The moment Murong Jin returned, he rested his forehead on Xu Xinghe’s small shoulder, his hand gently patting her back in a soothing rhythm.

“Ah Jin, you’re hugging too…” Xu Xinghe’s face was buried in his arms, her small cheeks pressed against his clothes from how tightly he held her.

“Xing Xing, do you want to meet my parents?” Murong Jin finally asked the question that had been on his mind. He had been thinking about what that old man said over the past few days and felt that it made some sense.

After saying this, Murong Jin quickly added for fear that she would feel pressured, “It’s okay even if you don’t want to.”

Xu Xinghe was a bit surprised at the mention of meeting his parents. She thought Murong Jin wanted to keep her hidden in his room forever.

“Yes, I also want to meet Ah Jin’s parents.” Her voice was soft, with even a hint of playfulness.

Hearing her voice, Murong Jin felt as though his bones turned to jelly. How could one person make him want to hold her and cling to her every second of every day?

He led her to sit down at the dressing table. The small pieces of furniture that had once been there had all been moved to the next room by Murong Jin himself. He did it with his own hands.

He wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch anything Xing Xing had used.

Now his room was filled with women’s furniture and belongings. He barely had any of his own things left.

Xu Xinghe looked through the mirror at Murong Jin, who was braiding her hair from behind. His technique was getting better and better, nowhere near as clumsy as when he first started.

What Xu Xinghe didn’t know was that Murong Jin would wait until she was fast asleep in the middle of the night, then practice endlessly on a doll’s head made of fake hair that he had someone make for him.

“Xing Xing, you’re so beautiful.” Murong Jin looked at Xu Xinghe with her hair done, his eyes nearly overflowing with infatuation.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. He was starting to regret deciding to take Xing Xing out.

A faint smile appeared on Xu Xinghe’s face. She reached up to touch his cheek. “Ah Jin is so clingy.”

Murong Jin felt a little wronged at that. He rubbed the tip of his nose against her cheek and said, “Then will Xing Xing hate me for being this clingy?”

“I can’t even get enough of Ah Jin.” Xu Xinghe looked at the insecure Murong Jin with a face full of smiles.

Since he lacked a sense of security, she would give him all the reassurance he needed.

The corners of Murong Jin’s lips curved upward slightly, and a hint of joy passed through his eyes.

…

Although Murong Jin said he would take Xu Xinghe to meet his parents, their courtyards weren’t far apart. He had already sent away all the servants along the way under various reasons.

So the two of them didn’t run into a single person the entire way. There was no way Xu Xinghe didn’t notice. She glanced at Murong Jin, who looked away guiltily, and could only indulge his little schemes.

He took her hand and led her to the Murong family’s main hall. Murong Feng and Yun Qing were sitting together, seemingly discussing something in hushed tones.

“Ahem—” Murong Jin cleared his throat to alert his parents who were whispering.

Murong Feng immediately sprang at the sound, sitting upright in the main seat with a stern expression that said ‘I’m very serious.’

Yun Qing’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted the woman beside Murong Jin. My, my, her dear son had finally done something right? Where did he manage to kidnap this little fairy from?

“Sit, sit… make yourself at home, dear. Treat this place like your own!” Yun Qing covered her mouth and smiled, then eagerly gestured for the other party to sit down.

Looking at the woman standing beside her son, Yun Qing couldn’t help but feel that her son wasn’t good enough for her. She secretly wondered if her son took her by force.

A gentle smile bloomed at the corners of Xu Xinghe’s mouth. “Thank you, Auntie!”

Murong Jin pulled Xu Xinghe’s small hand and led her to sit down, secretly playing with her fingers under the table.

“Ahem.” Murong Feng put his hand on his mouth and coughed lightly. “This lady, where are you from?”

Xu Xinghe was about to stand and answer when a pair of large hands pressed her back down into her seat. She looked at Murong Jin in confusion.