CHAPTER 239: CHAPTER 239: A CELESTIAL MAIDEN DESCENDS TO THE MORTAL WORLD

Su Jingchen tasted watermelon for the first time, scooping a spoonful and putting it in his mouth, instantly falling in love with the taste of the fruit.

Refreshing and sweet.

He never thought there would be such delicious fruit in the world.

Su Jingchen felt that he was now quite familiar with Yu Xiaolian and believed that if he asked her questions again, she wouldn’t give him the "no comment" treatment like before.

So, Su Jingchen mustered up the courage and asked once more the questions he had before, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know about future events? How can you make things appear out of thin air?"

Su Jingchen asked a series of three questions. Yu Xiaolian paused her spoon mid-scoop, looking up to see Su Jingchen watching her expectantly, which made Yu Xiaolian feel torn.

In truth, when she first arrived, she felt incredibly insecure, especially knowing about her cruel manner of death, she was gripped with a fear of unknown dangers.

Looking for more security, back then Yu Xiaolian had no defenses and was keen on befriending future influential figures, though now she somewhat regretted her rashness at that time.

If time could be reversed, she might not have let Su Jingchen know about the space, but there is no if.

Actually, on countless nights, Yu Xiaolian imagined countless scenarios: what if when she first traveled here, she had left Yu Changhe and the Sun Family and gone off alone, what would life be like now?

Seeing Yu Xiaolian lost in thought gripping the spoon, Su Jingchen softly said, "If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.

I’m sorry, I... won’t ask again."

Yu Xiaolian struggled internally for a while, then looked at Su Jingchen very seriously and said, "What if I say... I’m actually an Immortal from Heaven, would you believe it?"

Su Jingchen nodded seriously, "I believe!"

Actually, he had thought the same secretly.

If not an Immortal, how could someone produce things out of thin air?

But Immortals have flesh and blood too? They have anger, joy, mood swings, and desires?

Yu Xiaolian was a bit different from the Immortals he imagined.

Her words and deeds were simple and pure.

Could this be that great wisdom appears to be folly?

Su Jingchen understood, Yu Xiaolian was just simply pure, outwardly foolish but inwardly wise.

"Will you go back to Heaven?"

Not knowing what scenarios Su Jingchen was imagining, Yu Xiaolian stifled a laugh and continued to make up stories, "My body on the other side has already perished, I can’t go back."

Failed to transcend the tribulation?

Su Jingchen felt a bit sympathetic toward Yu Xiaolian, "Will you continue cultivating immortality in this life?"

Yu Xiaolian pretended to sigh, using a line she learned from novels, "Alas, the spiritual energy in this continent is thin, not suitable for cultivation, it seems I’ll have to live as a mortal in this lifetime."

Su Jingchen felt a pang of regret.

"Come, eat the watermelon. It’s a celestial fruit from Heaven, filled with spiritual energy, good for the body," Yu Xiaolian started spouting nonsense.

Su Jingchen scooped up a bite of watermelon, "Are you keeping these seeds to plant them? Can fruits from the Immortal World be grown in the mortal realm?"

"I don’t know if they can be grown, but it must be tried, alas, I really miss life over there."

She particularly missed the days when she could go online and have food delivered.

If ancient times here had any advantage, it would be that girls didn’t have to take the imperial examinations, which was blissful.

"Can you tell me about life over there?"

"I can..."

Yu Xiaolian quickly organized her words, "We have a mode of transportation there, called a car. With fuel, it can travel thousands of miles a day, and there are many different types of cars..."

As Yu Xiaolian spoke, she finished scooping out half of the watermelon. Looking at Su Jingchen again, he had forgotten to eat the watermelon, completely engrossed in Yu Xiaolian’s stories.

"Hurry and eat; I need to keep these watermelon rinds!"

Su Jingchen quickly finished the watermelon, looking at Yu Xiaolian with great anticipation, "Tell me more!"

Yu Xiaolian collected the watermelon rinds and seeds into her space, "Do you think I’m a storyteller? I’m tired today; I’ll tell more another day."

Disregarding Su Jingchen’s attempts to keep her, Yu Xiaolian cheerfully left.

Unbeknownst to her, after she left, Su Jingchen was in an excited state and couldn’t fall asleep.

When Yu Xiaolian returned to her room, she felt a bit smug, hehe, wasn’t he supposed to be nearly all-knowing? Wasn’t he supposed to be peerlessly learned? Yet he was completely fooled by her.

Ah, the young grand scholar was indeed easily swayed.

Yu Xiaolian lay on her bed and, in a great mood, fell asleep.

Early the next day, when Yu Xiaolian got up, Su Jingchen had already bought the ox cart, and had brought breakfast for the Sun Family, which was coarse grain steamed buns, two each.

Others got two buns each, but Sun Manyu didn’t receive any. Fourth Uncle Sun ordered her to starve, eating only once a day, and warned the other Sun Family members not to sneak her any buns. If he found out, neither would eat, so none of the Sun Family dared disobey Fourth Uncle Sun, leaving Sun Manyu without food.

She didn’t feel too hungry last night, but skipping breakfast in the morning left Sun Manyu feeling her stomach empty and really hungry.

Watching others eat with appetite, she couldn’t help swallowing her saliva, starting to curse Yu Xiaolian in her heart, how could sneaking food be something righteous?

If someone got caught secretly eating behind the elders’ backs, they’d feel guilty and scared, even if it meant getting a beating, they’d endure it quietly, but she dared to shamelessly argue.

Hmph, just a wild girl picked up by her aunt Chunfang, could she be closer than a cousin?

When she meets her aunt Chunfang, she must rightly accuse Yu Xiaolian.

It would be best if her aunt Chunfang drove her away!

Sun Dalin noticed his wife only ate one bun and stored the other in a handkerchief, putting it into a bag, clearly saving it for Sun Manyu.

Actually, his daughter’s situation was because his wife spoiled her; what girl of fifteen isn’t engaged yet? Most girls would be promised at twelve or thirteen, and then spent two years at home before marrying at fifteen when coming of age.

He hadn’t seen any girl like his, always dismissing this one or that.

During their famine escape, she took a liking to a scholar, Su Jingchen, who was also satisfactory to him.

Initially, he was happy his daughter, after much picking, chose someone good, only to find the scholar wasn’t interested at all. The closer she tried getting to him, the further away he moved.

Sigh, Sun Dalin was anxious.

Sun Manbo ate two buns himself, but wasn’t satisfied, turning to glare at his wife and children, and whispered, "The three of you eat one, put the rest in the bag, my sister’s still hungry."

Sun Manbo’s wife hesitated as she bit the bun, swallowing it before putting the partly eaten bun into the bag.

Sun Dongxue didn’t stop though, even with her father’s glare, she kept eating, urging her little sister Qiuxue, "Eat more, finish it all."

Her aunt didn’t treat them well either, so why should she save food for her aunt?

Her father felt sorry for his sister, why didn’t he eat one less then?

Even if she couldn’t finish two buns, she wouldn’t give it to her aunt.