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Aohen remained fast asleep, and Wang Xiaoxia stayed by his bedside all night without sleep, waiting until dawn when the Bad Guys returned. As he entered the room, she gestured for him to stop speaking. Following her gesture, he immediately saw someone lying on the bed and looked at her in surprise. She pulled him out of the room before saying:

"It's fierce."

"He's not dead?" the Bad Guy asked in surprise.

Having suffered such severe injuries and fallen into the Two Realms Cliff, yet still managing to return alive, he truly deserves to be called the King of the Demon Realm.

“He’s alive, but seriously injured. I stopped his bleeding and gave him some spiritual energy. He’s asleep for a while now. Whether he wakes up or not depends on his fate,” Wang Xiaoxia replied briefly.

"Did you find it?" she asked quietly again.

"No, I searched the Ghost King's Palace but couldn't find it. It wasn't until dawn that Wu Huan took Cui Heng back. Cui Heng seemed to be injured as well, so I didn't dare to stay any longer and returned," the Bad Guy replied.

“You are familiar with the terrain of the Ghost King’s Palace. If you can’t find it, it might not be inside the Ghost King’s Palace. If it’s not there, could it be that Mu He brought it back?” Wang Xiaoxia suddenly thought and murmured.

Her ability to think of this was not unfounded, because the Ghost Clan is actually a soul, and the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron is exactly the opposite of them, while the Demon Clan is not under their control. Back then, Aohen specially offered the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron as a dowry to show the sincerity of the Demon Clan. Even if Muhe is guileless, Aohen is not easy to deal with, and he will definitely not easily hand over the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron to Cangze.

When Wang Xiaoxia died, Cui Heng used the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron once more. Cui Heng was a man of Cang Ze, and after using it, he would definitely return it. The cauldron should still be in its original place. If it is not, it must have been taken by Mu He.

But if Muhe had it with her, and now that she's dead, where would the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron go?

"How about I go and look in Muhe's room?" the Bad Guy suggested.

"That's fine. If not, perhaps I would have fallen into the River of Oblivion," Wang Xiaoxia pondered.

"I'll go to her room and look for her first. If Aohen wakes up, you can ask him again. Now that he's an enemy of Wuhuan, he's our friend," said the Bad Guy.

“Alright,” Wang Xiaoxia agreed.

"Just go to court today, I'm sure Wu Huan won't come again," Wang Xiaoxia instructed again.

"Good," the bad guy replied.

When Aohen finally woke up, it was already the evening of the second day. During this time, he occasionally opened his eyes and pondered in a half-awake state. When Wang Xiaoxia heard this, he would give him some water to drink. After drinking, he would fall into a deep sleep again until he finally woke up.

He opened his eyes, turned his head, and stared blankly at Wang Xiaoxia by the bedside. She was asleep, her head resting on one hand, her eyes closed. A few strands of hair hung down messily, trembling slightly with her soft breathing. The room was dimly lit, and she looked like a pure and beautiful night-blooming cereus.

His chest still ached slightly, and he couldn't help but cough lightly. Wang Xiaoxia immediately woke up and, seeing Aohen, hurriedly asked:

Are you thirsty?

After she finished speaking, she got up and fetched some water, which she fed to Aohen. The cool water slid into his stomach, driving away the heat in his body, and he felt much more refreshed.

"Lian'er," Aohen called out to Wang Xiaoxia with some heartache. The red mark on her neck was still clearly visible in the dim light.

Wang Xiaoxia's body was already somewhat heavy, and she pulled on Ao Hen's hand with difficulty to help him sit up, only saying softly:

"Are you feeling unwell? I'll go get you a cushion!"

"Don't be busy, sit down and stay with me for a while," Aohen hurriedly grabbed Wang Xiaoxia's arm and said, his tone like a child.

Wang Xiaoxia then sat down obediently and looked at him quietly.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a smile. Ever since he married her, he had always felt that she was elusive and distant. Only now did she truly resemble that woman who laughed so freely in the world.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Xiaoxia asked, puzzled. She had a faint smile on her face. Now that Aohen was injured and could not do anything to her, she no longer needed to pretend.

“I don’t know why, but only at this moment do you truly resemble yourself,” Aohen suddenly said, his gaze fixed on her as if he could never get enough of looking at her.

These words startled Wang Xiaoxia. She turned her head and unconsciously looked at the head of the bed. Suddenly, she remembered that she had been burning incense in the room, which contained hallucinogenic drugs. However, she had forgotten to light the incense because he had been unconscious for the past few days.

But shouldn't Aohen's obsession with her be due to being under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs?

"Have you seen me before?" Wang Xiaoxia suddenly asked.

Aohen nodded weakly.

“A year ago, I passed through the human world and saw you and your uncle picking fruit. When you smiled, you were as pure as a fairy from heaven,” he said, smiling gently, his eyes full of love.

Wang Xiaoxia suddenly remembered that he had once led the Bad Guys to steal fruit to eat in the human world in order to be lazy.

"I'm sorry," Wang Xiaoxia lowered her head, her heart suddenly filled with remorse.

She had always thought he wasn't sincere with her, so she never hesitated to use him. But now she suddenly felt sorry for him; she had not only deceived him, but also hurt him.

“You don’t need to apologize. Only now do I realize that you don’t have me in your heart. Before, when I looked at you, it was always a blur. Only now is it real. I like you so real,” Aohen said, reaching out to stroke her face.

Wang Xiaoxia, feeling guilty, did not flinch, but simply let him gently stroke her.

"Why did you go to so much trouble to come to my side?" Aohen gently stroked her face and said softly. He was weak and his tone was much gentler.

"To kill Cang Ze," Wang Xiaoxia stated bluntly.

Now she has nothing left to hide. At this moment, not only her, but also Aohen probably wants to kill him!

The fierce demon seemed to have guessed that a woman of unparalleled beauty must have something to ask of him, a ferocious and ugly monster. He still smiled weakly and asked:

Why do you want to kill him?

"I am Chongli's granddaughter," Wang Xiaoxia said.

Aohun's pupils widened suddenly. He hadn't expected her to answer like that. Chongli, the ghost clan member he once regarded as a brother, had not been mentioned in front of him for a long time.

He looked at her closely and suddenly realized that although the child did not look like Chongli, she looked very much like Siye. When Chongli was fighting for the position of Ghost King, Siye was still young. He had seen Siye when she was young. And this child's face really looked like her mother. How come he had never noticed it before?

"You are... Si Ye's daughter?" Aohen exclaimed in shock, his gaze fixed on her.

Wang Xiaoxia lowered her head and smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in her eyes, for they were all old acquaintances.

“A hundred years ago, due to the tragic death of the Demon Clan's Crown Prince, the Demon Clan and the Ghost Clan turned against each other. My maternal grandfather was forced to go to the Two Realms Mountain and split the Two Realms Cliff to sever the boundary between the Ghost Realm and the Demon Realm. Later, he was forced to commit suicide. His daughter and her family, who were still in the mortal world, were also massacred. Back then, there was a rumor that the Night-like Daughter practiced evil magic, killed her own family, and then escaped to the mortal world. There has been no news of her for many years.” Wang Xiaoxia looked away and said with a blank gaze, his thoughts sinking into memories.

Aohen knew about these things, but he didn't know the specifics. Back then, he was deeply grieved by the tragic death of the crown prince. At first, he didn't suspect Chongli. Later, Cui Heng returned with the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, claiming to be his son. Aohen had been foolish for a while, but seeing that the child had a token, he took him in. Later, the child produced Chongli's knife, saying that he had witnessed Chongli killing the crown prince and was chased by Chongli. The knife matched the wound on the crown prince's body. In a fit of rage, he killed countless ghosts. Later, he sent Cui Heng to fight against the ghosts. Chongli died in battle, and Cangze succeeded to the throne. On the first day of Cangze's reign, he bowed down to him and submitted to him. Only then were the ghosts and demons freed from conflict.

“Your son was indeed killed by Cui Heng. He was injured by my maternal grandfather during a fight while trying to seize the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron. The knife was left in his body, and he used that knife to kill your son and then framed my maternal grandfather,” Wang Xiaoxia said, his gaze still blankly looking elsewhere.

"So it was him!" Ao muttered viciously.

Over the years, he had his doubts, but the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron was a treasure that all three realms wanted to fight over. Since Cui Heng had taken the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron and presented it to him, and claimed to be his son, he had no reason to doubt Cui Heng anymore.

No wonder the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, which Chongli and the Crown Prince couldn't find even when they joined forces, ended up in Cui Heng's hands! He only regretted that he had been too hasty and had mistakenly trusted him! Aohen angrily pounded the bed board and clenched his teeth tightly.

“Cang Ze’s real name is Wu Huan. He is the son of Xuan Ming. He killed Qiong Cang to fight for the position of Ghost King and trapped the real Cang Ze in the extreme cold of the North. Later, he impersonated Cang Ze and went to the Ghost King’s Palace. After being exposed by my maternal grandfather, he fled to the human world and met me. He then planted a puppet gu on me, controlled me and killed my whole family, making me wish I were dead.” Wang Xiaoxia continued. Now, she was not as angry as before when she said these things, but her hatred was still clear.

"So that's how it is," Aohen said, looking at Wang Xiaoxia. He had never known that this little girl had experienced so much. She was even much younger than Muhe.

Muhe, yes! Muhe was also killed by this scoundrel! All those years she treated Cui Heng with such sincerity, only to find out he was the murderer of the Crown Prince, and even brazenly became her son!

The more Aohen thought about it, the angrier he became. The pain in his chest was nothing compared to the resentment in his heart. He wished he could rush over and kill Cui Heng and Cang Ze right now!

"Don't worry! I will kill them to avenge you," Aohen said, his gaze turning fierce.

Wang Xiaoxia raised her head and looked at him calmly. She smiled and asked:

"Does my husband know where the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron is?"

When Aohen was addressed like that, he suddenly felt embarrassed. His old friend's granddaughter had become his wife, and the age gap was too big. However, he genuinely liked her.