Prologue

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The Blue Whisper 驭鲛记

Author：九鹭非香

Synopsis:

She was the most powerful demon master in the Demon Valley, but her heart was enchanted by a demon.

Prologue:

The winter day grew dark extra early with the sun setting outside, casting a golden orange tint across the window pane. If not for a single dim candle flame flickering in the air, the room would have almost no light.

The person in the satin bedding moved a bit, grunted a grunt, and woke up.

She squinted and glanced over to the window. "Ah, it's dark, time to get up." She sat up with a yawn.

After combing her hair in front of the mirror, she looked at the window where the light was receding. Her eyebrows twitched slightly as her pale fingers reached out and pushed open the window with a creak. Her body stood behind the wall while her outstretched hand touched the remaining sunlight.

At that moment, her already thin hand became stripped of flesh and blood, revealing a terrifying sight of the bones underneath.

And the body that did not touch the sunlight remained intact as usual.

Ji Yunhe turned her hand, looked at her withered bones exposed under the sun, and clenched it into a fist. "So scary," she said in a monotone. And just as the words fell, she saw the maid downstairs in the courtyard approaching slowly with a food basket.

Ji Yunhe withdrew her hand, but did not close the window.

Today was sunny but still cold and windy. A breeze blew in, but she did not feel the chill. She remained standing behind the wall looking at the distant mountains over the lake, and puffed out a mouthful of white air. "Looks like snow tonight, time to warm a pot of wine to drink."

Pop! The door was roughly pushed open. The sun outside disappeared completely into the horizon at the same time. The room darkened.

The new maid, Jiang Weiyan, came in with a food basket. "Still want to drink? With such a weak and sickly body, are you not afraid of drinking to death?" Jiang Weiyan raised her eyebrows and looked condescending and rude. "The window should be closed tightly. It's fine to die, but if you get sick, I will have to be the one to take care of you," she said while placing the dishes from the basket onto the table, her voice deep and solemn.

"Such a cold, snowy day. Others all get to rest inside, but I still have to come and bring you food." Jiang Weiyan complained as she was setting up the rice. When she turned her head, she saw Ji Yunhe still had the window wide open. She raised her eyebrows and her voice, "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"

"I hear you." Ji Yunhe looked at her with a smile, as if she were not facing a grumpy, rambling girl. "Please continue."

Jiang Weiyan lost her temper. She put down the bowl, took two big steps to the window and reached out to close it. But a hand came through under her arm and held the window up, keeping her from pulling it shut. It was the sickly Ji Yunhe.

Jiang Weiyan turned her head and stared furiously at Ji Yunhe, who said with half a smile, "I just want to feel the breeze and get some air. Been locked up all day..."

Before she finished her sentence, Jiang Weiyan slapped her hand away.

"Who cares?!"

Ji Yunhe looked at the back of her hand turning red from the slap, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Weiyan slammed the window shut and turned around. "Feed yourself, and when you're done..." Her sentence was cut short as Ji Yunhe grabbed her by the wrist. Jiang Weiyan was stunned, but before she could say anything, she felt her body suddenly grow light and turned around. Her head smashed into the window that had just been shut, reopening it.

The cold wind from outside immediately poured onto her face. Half of her body was now hanging out the window with Ji Yunhe's hand holding on to her collar, keeping her from falling down three floors.

Jiang Weiyan's face turned blue and her voice trembled, "What, what do you want? Let go… No! Don't let go..."

Ji Yunhe wiped her own forehead with the spare hand, coughed a bit then sighed, "Not at all like before. Just this little bit of movement already makes me tired and my hands shake."

Jiang Weiyan immediately grabbed Ji Yunhe's wrist. "Don't, don't, don't shake."

Ji Yunhe laughed and said, "Who cares?!" She made a gesture to let go.

Jiang Weiyan screamed, but then she felt a force pulling her up. Her tightly closed eyes opened and she saw that it was Ji Yunhe who had saved her. Jiang Weiyan stood steadily inside the room and looked back through the window. The wind was strong, the sun was gone, and there was not a bit of warmth in the air.

She had almost fallen from this floor...

Jiang Weiyan turned back and took another look at Ji Yunhe who was still smiling in front of her in an intrusive manner.

"How does it feel to be bullied?" Ji Yunhe asked.

After coming back from a near death experience, the anger of being teased suddenly overshadowed the fear.

Jiang Weiyan, who had been practicing martial arts since she was a child, was not convinced. Ji Yunhe must have only gotten the better of her because she was not prepared. Jiang Weiyan also took pride in being the niece of the head housekeeper here, even though her aunt had told her repeatedly not to cause trouble in this Cloud Garden.

But this Cloud Garden was only inhabited by this sickly "mistress" -- mistress only in name. In fact, she was just here under house arrest. The Cloud Garden sat on a small island in the middle of the lake. All traffic around the island was being blocked. Without instructions from above, no one was allowed to set foot here. People outside could not enter and people inside could not leave.

The top had specifically ordered that the "mistress" here was not allowed to step outside of her room.

Everytime Jiang Weiyan came to deliver food, she would have to put a lock on the outside door when she left. It was like watching a prisoner.

There were rumors saying Ji Yunhe was somehow connected with the lord of the house. But in the many days she was living here, the lord of the house had never set foot on the island, let alone been inside the Cloud Garden. Obviously this was just a woman dying of illness and left here in the cold. She did not even have a real title, what was there to fear?

Jiang Weiyan grew up treasured by her family. If not for the decline of the family wealth, she would not be here serving with her aunt. And now, she had been victimized by such an embarrassing prank.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Jiang Weiyan raised her hand to slap Ji Yunhe in the face while shouting, "Who do you think you are?!"

But before the slap could land, her hand was caught by someone.

It was not the strength of a woman. Jiang Weiyan turned her head and saw a black robe and a pair of blue eyes so cold they seemed frozen inside.

This was...

Jiang Weiyan recognized the person and immediately shivered with fear. Before she had a chance to bow, the hand that had caught her wrist fell on her neck. The last words Jiang Weiyan heard were icy mixed with anger.

"Who do you think you are?"

In the next instant, she was thrown out of the open window of the third floor penthouse like discarded garbage.

With a thud, she fell into the frozen pond, smashed through the ice and sank under, only to resurface after a while shouting for help and mercy.

The servants and maids standing outside the courtyard were startled and looked at the third floor with great fear. No one dared to move.

"Hey, give her a hand," Ji Yunhe peeked her head out and said. "We don't want to mess around with life and death here."

But the attendants did not dare to move, nor raise their heads. Only because the man in black next to Ji Yunhe had such a frosty aura around him that it was terrifying.

Ji Yunhe gave a slight grimace. "Got it, I'll close the window. Take the opportunity to pull her up. This guy will not see anything."

"..."

She was the only person who dared to talk like this in front of him.

Click. The third floor window closed.

The cold breeze outside was cut off. Ji Yunhe turned her head and looked at the man in front of her. She took a step back and sat diagonally on the chair. "Changyi, your temper has gotten quite bad."

"Come over and eat."

The two of them exchanged completely irrelevant words. Changyi walked to the table and finished setting up the bowls and chopsticks. Ji Yunhe did not move. She just kept staring at Changyi in silence. After a long while she said, "Let me go. I've been locked up long enough."

Changyi placed the chopsticks on the bowl. It made a soft sound, but it seemed alarming in the silence.

Ji Yunhe sighed. "What are you keeping me here for? I don't have many days left to live. Let me go out and see the snow, see the moon, see the spring flowers that are about to bloom all over the field. And with a little luck, I might even get to see the summer rain… I just want to enjoy a few days of freedom..."

"Ji Yunhe," Changyi said as he turned around, "kill me again if you can, then you'll be free to go." His ice blue eyes were void of emotion, but at the same time, they seemed to hide a thousand thoughts.

Two pairs of eyes faced each other in silence.

In the end, it was Ji Yunhe who laughed out loud. "If this were six years ago, I’d be able to leave tonight."

Hearing her say this in such a calm manner, Changyi's hand tightened slightly then loosened up again. He stepped in front of Ji Yunhe, cupped her chin and looked directly into her eyes, trying to find some fluctuation. But there was nothing.

Her eyes were the same as always, dark like a vortex, hiding all secrets within them.

Changyi said, "Unfortunately, this is no longer six years ago."

"Right," Ji Yunhe said as she lowered her eyelids, "this is not six years ago anymore." She smiled. "You have become such a powerful demon, while I went from a demon master to a useless nobody, Changyi..." The snide teasing in Ji Yunhe's voice made the corners of his lips tighten.

"Right now, we're exactly the same as six years ago," she continued, "just the other way around."

The jailer and the prisoner.

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