Chapter 13 Taking the Bait "She's not a fool! She's the most virtuous woman in the world..."

Sheng Feng's words were so cold that even the Heavenly Emperor couldn't help but frown.

His words were so extreme that Mu Meng felt as if his heart had been stabbed by needles: "Unworthy? Does the Lord of the Realm have the right to decide whether a person should live or not, as if he is the law of heaven and earth?"

Sheng Feng's eyes sharpened, and he was about to speak again when the Heavenly Emperor suddenly waved his hand: "There's no need to say anything more."

This time, he ignored everyone else, his gaze fixed intently on Mu Qingheng: "Heng'er, everyone has a purpose in doing things. The Demon Clan has replaced you with the Imperial Prince for many years, not only to preserve your bloodline, but also to wait for the right time to utilize you. Do you understand?" More free articles are available on [WeChat/QQ: xnttaaa]

Mu Qingheng said, "I understand."

"You fought for the Celestial Clan in all directions and made great contributions. Your pure heart is evident to heaven and earth," the Heavenly Emperor's voice gradually became sorrowful and low. "But our two clans have long been irreconcilable enemies. I know that you also have grievances and injustices in your heart, but I have no way to protect you."

Mu Qingheng smiled and said, "I know."

The more they talked, the more something seemed amiss, and Mu Meng began to panic: "Father, you—"

Mu Qingheng gently took Mu Meng's wrist, looked at her, and gently shook his head.

Then, he lifted the blood-stained hem of his clothes, knelt upright on the ground, and said calmly and composedly: "From the moment I saw my own stone heart, I was prepared."

His eyes were like a bottomless pool: "Father, please execute me yourself."

He spoke each word clearly, but to Mu Meng it was like a series of thunderclaps. She hurriedly knelt beside Mu Qingheng and hugged him tightly.

The Emperor's killing intent had been aroused, no one in the Celestial Clan pleaded for him, and even my brother himself had given up hope of living...

Tears streamed down her face. No matter what, she would not stand by and watch her father kill her brother with his own hands. She would not!

The Heavenly Emperor sighed.

He looked at his daughter, who stood in front of her brother like a little animal protecting its food, staring at him warily and defensively;

He looked at his son again, whose unparalleled beauty had always been his lifelong pride. Although his gaze was calm and undisturbed at this moment, there was disappointment and resentment deep within.

The Heavenly Emperor closed his eyes and finally let out another long sigh.

"How could I possibly kill you?"

Mu Qingheng was slightly taken aback.

The Heavenly Emperor turned around, his back to him: "Mu Qingheng is a remnant of the Demon Clan, his bloodline is impure, so he shall be stripped of his position as Crown Prince. Considering that he is also innocent and has devoted himself to the Heavenly Clan for many years, he may be spared the death penalty. Immediately strip him of all his spiritual power and banish him to the Desolate Border Tomb. I will send heavy troops to guard it, and he shall never be allowed to leave the Desolate Border Tomb for the rest of his life."

As soon as the Heavenly Emperor finished speaking, Mu Qingheng, expressionless, raised his hand and placed it on the two large acupoints on his chest, forming a hand seal. Without avoiding the wounds, his slender fingers, mixed with blood, slid straight down to his lower abdomen.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".

The turn of events happened too quickly; no one expected Mu Qingheng to relinquish his spiritual power without a word, seemingly without any remorse. Seeing that he was too weak and about to collapse, Mu Meng caught him in time.

Mu Meng held Mu Qingheng carefully in her arms, avoiding his wounds, as if he were a precious treasure. His blood stained her dress; so much blood seemed endless.

Mu Meng's slender white fingers gently brushed against Mu Qingheng's lips, her heart aching as if it had shattered into pieces: "Brother..."

She didn't even dare to use the power of the Crimson Heart Pill to heal him easily. The Crimson Heart Pill was extremely powerful, and her brother had just suffered serious injuries and had also recklessly destroyed all his spiritual power. His body could no longer withstand any more torment.

Mu Qingheng leaned against Mu Meng's chest, his pale lips trembling slightly, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Mengmeng... I am of lowly blood, I am no longer your brother."

Mu Meng shook her head desperately: "You are! You are! Brother, don't say that..."

Large tears streamed down her face, landing on Mu Qingheng's face and sliding down his cheeks to his neck.

Tears streamed down my skin, as if burning through a scalding fire, the flames seeming to penetrate my very being and fall straight into my chest.

It hurts so much.

Mu Qingheng lowered his eyes, looking at his bloodied and mangled chest.

Physical injuries are insignificant, but this heart, whenever it sees Mu Meng's tears and her relentless protection, feels as if it is being conspired against itself, and a dense, sharp pain arises.

This rough, hard stone heart was once again covered with tender bits of flesh, even more so than before.

The bright red, tender flesh on the cold, hard black stone looked like a disgusting monster.

It's nothing, just scrape it off.

Mu Qingheng slowly turned his gaze, glancing at Sheng Yuanting's corpse not far away. Soon, he gently closed his eyes, focusing intently on the fragrance emanating from Mu Meng's soft hair.

Everything he set his mind to did, he accomplished.

His things can only belong to him.

From an angle where no one could see him, Mu Qingheng slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

...

"Your Highness, have you thought it through? Are you really not going to reconsider?" Lingwei frowned deeply, looking at Mumeng with a worried expression.

"Mm." Mu Meng nodded and put the medicinal herbs one by one into the porcelain bottle.

Three days had passed since the incident, and Mu Meng felt he couldn't wait any longer.

Lingwei glanced outside, her face full of worry, and lowered her voice: "Your Highness, you can't hide this for long, it will be exposed soon. Although His Majesty loves you very much, he has always been upright and incorruptible, and he will never show you any leniency."

Mu Meng understood perfectly well: "Father forbids people from visiting my brother. It was wrong of me to disobey his orders. No matter how severe the punishment, I will not argue."

"Can……"

Mu Meng shook his head, his eyes a little red: "Lingwei, it's not that I'm being unreasonable, it's just that brother... you don't know how badly he was injured. He lost all his spiritual power and was all alone in the desolate tomb. If it all depends on his fate, he might die even if he doesn't."

She didn't want to disobey her father, nor did she ever want to go against the Celestial Clan. In fact, she didn't want anything; she just wanted her brother to come back.

That's impossible now, but at least let her go see her brother, give him some medicine, and help him treat his wounds.

Wasteland Tomb, Wasteland Tomb, what kind of place is that? She had never seen it before, but it always sounded desolate and exuded a deathly silence.

My brother is all alone there, suffering from illness, cold and lonely. None of the former members of the Celestial Clan care about him. If even she doesn't take care of him, how heartbroken he must be.

When Mu Meng thought of the records he had read about the demon race, how fragile and easily injured they were, his heart felt as if it had been burned by fire.

Lingwei gently patted Mumeng's shoulder, and seeing that she was about to cry, she couldn't help but hug her.

“Your Highness, I understand that you care about His Highness the Crown Prince. Although I don’t understand why the Heavenly Emperor and the other senior immortals made such a decision, there must be a reason for it.”

She gently wiped away Mu Meng's tears: "Your Highness, I'm used to seeing your carefree and pure smile, and I can't bear to see you so sad and upset. Go if you want to, and I will do my best to cover it up."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and pressed her lips tightly together.

Mu Meng nodded gently: "Thank you, Lingwei."

She had already memorized the positions of the guards in the Heavenly Court. The time was almost up, so Mu Meng didn't say anything more and nimbly climbed over the palace wall to get out.

After she left, Lingwei sat quietly on the palace steps, lost in thought.

"The last part of this plan is crucial. I was worried at first, but now it seems you did a great job and deserve the most credit."

Yu Da's voice came from inside the hall, but Ling Wei did not turn around.

After holding back for a moment, she finally frowned and explained, "I didn't do anything special. I knew all along that there was no need to say anything. His Highness would definitely go to see the master anyway."

Yu Da spat, "Which one is your little prince? Open your eyes wide and don't mistake your master. Mu Meng is a complete fool, does he even deserve your pity?"

"She's not a fool!" Lingwei suddenly stood up, her eyes blazing as she glared at Yu Da. "She's the most upright and kindest girl in the world! If you were her, having been schemed against so many times and trapped in a web of lies for so many years, could you really see through everything?"

Yu Da looked Ling Wei up and down a few times, unable to refute her, and her face turned a little ugly: "Stop being disgusting. If you really care about her, go and win her back. It's not too late. Go after her and tell her the whole truth. Do you dare? Everyone says that your Jade Heart Clan is the most useless. It's true. You're as soft-hearted as can be. You still have the nerve to call yourselves demons when you go out."

Lingwei didn't reply. Her lips were tightly pursed, and she was clutching a crumpled piece of clothing in her hand.

"Will His Highness come back alive? Is Master... going to make his move this time?" After a long while, Lingwei asked in a low voice.

Yu Da scoffed, "What do you think?"

"The Desolate Tomb, the Desolate Tomb... This time, let the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Heavenly Demon Clan bear witness and see whose tomb this Desolate Tomb really is."