After his observation along the way, she was calm, elegant, calm, and confident, completely unlike someone who had been abused as a child.
Either she has been hiding for many years; or she is not from the Jiang family and has replaced her for some reason.
Yan Zhantian decisively gave up his first guess, and then thought, could it be a spy from another country?
"It doesn't count." Jiang You was frighteningly honest and told him frankly, "This empty shell does belong to the Jiang family, but the core does not."
The live broadcast room all sent out exclamations of surprise. The anchor is too reckless. How can he say that? What if the male protagonist thinks you are a ghost and wants to set you on fire?
Although there are many novels with time-travel elements, this is after all in ancient times, when people were ignorant and superstitious about ghosts and gods. In her case, she was obviously resurrecting a dead body.
Even if the male protagonist is different from other white flowers and is extraordinarily fresh and refined, he can't take such risks, right?
The audience was sweating for Jiang and looking forward to Yan Zhantian's reaction. They stared at the live broadcast with increasingly weird expressions.
"You mean... resurrecting a soul through a dead body?" Yan Zhantian was a little surprised. No wonder she looked completely different from what Yan Qiyi found out through investigation. Now it makes sense.
Jiang You's attitude was ambiguous, neither saying yes nor saying no. He curled his toes happily, stretched out his other foot and stepped on his knee, gently crushing it like a flirt: "Are you scared?"
Yan Zhantian smiled. He has been on the battlefield for a long time and has a murderous spirit. If he is afraid, it should be because the ghosts and gods are afraid of him.
He became even more curious about Jiang: "Who were you when you were alive? Why did you die?"
Jiang showed a recalling expression again.
The audience was also very curious about Jiang You's personal deeds. They didn't even bother to comment and waited with bated breath.
"I can only say that he was not a good person." Jiang smiled again, "As for how he died... he probably wanted to die."
Yan Zhantian was very dissatisfied with this answer, and so was the audience. Listening to Jun's words was like listening to a few words, and she had mastered the essence of nonsense literature.
Talking about death is a sad thing after all. Seeing that she didn't want to go into details, Yan Zhantian changed the subject wisely and asked her about her feelings about reviving a dead body.
"It's no different from being a human being." Jiang You said amusedly, "After possession, the soul is stable and will not escape from the body at night."
Yan Zhantian was a little disappointed. He thought he would have a different adventure experience after death, but it turned out to be so boring.
"When were you resurrected?" This is what Yan Zhantian is concerned about. Has she also been abused by the Jiang family? When she thinks of this, she feels uncomfortable. She should have stood on a high platform and been worshiped by others.
Jiang You's foot was slowly grinding on his knee, but he didn't care and let her make trouble, as if he had no temper and indulged her infinitely.
"Yesterday, when I regained consciousness, I was already on the sedan chair." Jiang was open and honest, answering all questions without any concealment.
Yan Zhantian frowned, feeling a secret joy in his heart. She was like a gift sent by God, not too early, not too late, just the right time.
Suddenly, he remembered something again: "Then what is your real name?"
As the daughter of the Jiang family, she does not have a name, but she must have a beautiful name.
"Jiang You."
"But you can still call me Qingqing. This is..." the girl paused slightly, slowed down her tone, and her slowed-down speech was tinged with affection, "A pet name that is unique to you."
This sentence is so provocative.
The live broadcast room fell again, and the reward special effects occupied the entire screen.
Jiang was a little satisfied that her hard work today was not in vain.
Yan Zhantian's heart was beating wildly at these words, and his slender neck was dyed pink.
He was flattered, and then overjoyed. Even with the mask on, others could feel the joy that filled his body.