Yue Qi had been carefully observing Yan Qing's reaction and was startled by her sudden shout.

"King Jinzhu of Yelang? You mean the King Jinzhu of Yelang from the Azure Dragon Coffin Pulling Dungeon?"

Yue Qi's reaction was a bit over the top, and Yan Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "Can't you see? This is clearly the attire of King Jinzhu Yelang!"

"You're right, I really can't see it." Yue Qi sighed.

"What?!" This time, it was Yan Qing who was startled. She pointed incredulously at the mirror in front of her.

"You mean you can't see the little movie in the mirror?" How is that possible?

Yue Qi patted Yan Qing's head and smiled gently, "That's true."

Yan Qing was confused. Could it be that only she could see this short film?

"Then, you couldn't see anything in that mirror before either?" Yan Qing asked cautiously to confirm.

Yue Qi continued to shake his head, and Yan Qing was now completely certain that this little movie was actually a VIP limited edition!

“It’s okay,” she patted Yue Qi’s shoulder hard, “I can livestream for you.”

"Okay—" Yue Qi looked at her with a doting expression. Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. Why was he suddenly being so direct?

For some reason, her face felt a little hot, so she decisively changed the subject and told him about the woman she saw in the first mirror.

Yue Qi frowned. "You mean, you couldn't see that woman's face the whole time?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the mirror, where the ancient maid "Yan Qing," dressed in red, was smiling serenely at him.

Yan Qing herself was completely baffled by all of this; she was simply curious.

"To be honest, I really want to see what she looks like. And—"

Yan Qing suddenly remembered, "That woman clearly had her heart stabbed right through, how come she's still not dead? That doesn't make sense!"

"This is a simple question. Think about Chu Jiang. Isn't he the same?" Yue Qi suddenly reminded her.

"That's right!" Yan Qing clapped her hands suddenly. "You mean, this woman with the back view is also a strange creature?"

This guess instantly cleared her mind, and Yan Qing immediately shouted it out.

"You, you don't mean to say that this woman is the rumored third Gold Rank title enigma who has never shown herself, do you? My God, she's from the Han Dynasty! That's over two thousand years ago!"

Yue Qi nodded. "That's right. To be more precise, this woman is the first person in the world with a Gold-Rank Title of Mysterious Oddity."

His gaze fell upon his reflection in the mirror, his expression indescribably complex. Unfortunately, Yan Qing was engrossed in her own little movie in the mirror and failed to notice Yue Qi's unusual behavior.

"Look, another movie is on!" Yan Qing quickly began to give a live commentary.

The scene in the mirror changed again, appearing to be a room with a rather exotic style. The room was ridiculously large, filled with the fur and skeletons of various rare and exotic animals, and even a complete small pterosaur fossil, making it comparable to a small zoo.

The key point is that this is actually a bedroom. At the very back of the room, there is a perfectly normal-looking canopy bed, in a typical Central Plains style, which seems out of place with the rest of the room's furnishings.

The woman with her back to the camera sat on the edge of the bed. She was listening to King Jinzhu Yelang speak beside her, and the content of his conversation was surprisingly related to a person from the Central Plains.

"I intend to appoint him as the High Priest. What do you think, my beloved consort?"

The woman said something, and King Jinzhu Yelang suddenly sighed.

"How could I not have thought of that? But in the three years since I saved this man, he has made countless contributions. In particular, his spirit writing skills are simply divine. Without him, I would not have been able to complete the long-standing task of building our nation. Now that the Yelang Kingdom is on the right track, I cannot let my meritorious servant feel disheartened."

The woman suddenly became agitated, gripping King Jinzhu Yelang's sleeve tightly, and then said something else.

The result was obvious: King Jinzhu Yelang did not accept her advice. He merely offered a few words of comfort and then left the room.

The woman remained silent, still sitting by the bed. Yan Qing inadvertently caught sight of her wrist. On her snow-white wrist, a bluish-black tinge stood out starkly.

"Lividity mortis!" Yan Qing couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "This woman actually has lividity mortis on her hands!"

The appearance of lividity further fueled suspicion about her mysterious identity. At the same time, the short film abruptly ended.

Yan Qing waited quietly. Based on her experience with the previous mirror, there should be a short movie segment.

Sure enough, after the mirror surface churned for a while, a scene slowly began to appear.

The location this time seems to be in the wild?

Although it was broad daylight, the surrounding area was filled with dense forests, and there wasn't a single building in sight.

Under a huge sycamore tree, a man and a woman stood facing each other. The woman, as always, had her back to her. To her surprise, she recognized the man.

This man's appearance was exactly the same as Chu Jiang's. It was rare for a man to be so handsome, especially in that era.

This man appeared to be a bit older than Chu Jiang. He was tall and elegant, dressed in a white robe, with a golden bamboo totem headband on his head and his hair loose and flowing. He exuded an indescribable air of dashing charm.

However, what he said wasn't very insightful.

"What, aren't you happy to see an old friend again?"

The woman spat at him, her disgust obvious. Yan Qing couldn't hear what she said, but it probably wasn't anything nice.

The woman spoke for a long time, and the man opposite her listened quietly the whole time. Seeing that she was getting more and more excited, the old man suddenly smiled.

"Since you hate me so much and wish me dead, why don't you just give me a quick death?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman produced a dagger and, without a word, stabbed the man in the chest, drawing blood immediately.

"Hahahaha—" Despite being stabbed in the chest, the man laughed even harder. As if he felt no pain, he grabbed the woman's hand without a word and continued to push her inside him.

"I wronged you, and this is the punishment I deserve." Blood began to trickle from the man's mouth, but his gaze towards the woman softened and became tender.

"Fate played a cruel trick on me. I was just a step too late. You were forced to jump off a cliff—I will never forgive myself for this!"

The woman suddenly became flustered. The man was clearly beyond saving, but he still managed to utter one last sentence.

"Don't worry, our child, he's doing very well—"

The man's eyes were filled with deep affection. He tried his best to raise his arm to wipe away the woman's tears, but it was too late. His arm was only halfway raised before it fell limply to the ground.

Tick-tock, tick-tock—

Suddenly, blood rain began to fall from the sky.