Reunion

It wasn't until a year later, when Cui Heng received the signal from Cang Ze of the Ghost King Palace, that he stepped into the Ghost King Palace once again. He was dressed in dark blue clothes, and his dark hair made his skin look even whiter. His deep pupils carried an unsmiling expression. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his pale face made him look lifeless.

Cang Ze remained silent. He had never seen Cui Heng since Wang Xiaoxia's death, and he had never been to Wangchuan again. It seemed that he wanted to completely remove Wang Xiaoxia from his world. So, in the past year, he had been busy conquering many small tribes in the surrounding area. Even though he was covered in wounds from battle, he never stopped. Now, the Ghost Clan has grown strong and is no longer as vulnerable as before.

"Brother, why do you look unwell?" Muhe asked with concern and heartache for Cui Heng's health.

When she looked at Cui Heng, her eyes were always gentle and considerate. Compared to Cang Ze, she felt more attached to Cui Heng. She always remembered that afternoon when she first met Cui Heng. He stood behind her in a white robe and with a single palm strike, he sent all the thugs who had bullied her flying. At that moment, he was as tall and majestic as a god in the sky.

Cui Heng looked down at Mu He and smiled faintly.

"I am fine," Cui Heng replied, turning his head to look at Cang Ze again.

"Oh, I called you here because there's something I need to tell you. News has come from the demon realm that my father is going to get married," Cang Ze explained when he saw Cui Heng looking at him.

"Oh," Cui Heng said indifferently, having long since lost interest in their affairs.

“Brother, you don’t know, Father has only ever loved Mother in his life, but now there are sudden rumors that he is going to get married,” Muhe said hurriedly. She had always been spoiled since childhood, and she was ultimately unwilling to let someone take the place of her mother, whom she had never met.

Cui Heng's expression remained indifferent, after all, the demon king was not his biological father.

“People’s hearts are always fickle, and now that you are married, your father is lonely and will naturally want to marry someone else,” Cui Heng said, his face indifferent.

"Brother, do you know where this new bride comes from?" Cang Ze, who knew Cui Heng best, took over the conversation.

"Where did it come from?" Cui Heng simply asked.

"Wangyue Pavilion," Cang Ze said.

Wangyue Pavilion! Why would Wangyue Pavilion suddenly send a woman there when the Demon King hasn't married for many years? Wangyue Pavilion has never participated in the conflicts between the various races before. Is Wang Xiaoxia related to this? Cui Heng couldn't help but widen his eyes in thought. He could never ignore anything related to Wang Xiaoxia, so he and the others discussed going to the Demon Realm to see the newlywed Demon King and Queen.

In just half a day, the group traveled from the Ghost Realm to the Demon King's Palace to attend the wedding banquet. The banquet was extremely grand. The newlywed Demon Queen wore a red dress and a red veil over her head. Her figure was graceful, but her face was never clearly visible. The Demon King was also dressed in wedding attire, and he seemed extremely satisfied with the woman he was marrying.

After the grand ceremony, the Demon King kept the children with him to continue drinking and making merry.

He sat in the main seat of the reception hall, where a set of chime bells stood on either side of the spacious hall, and several musicians gently struck them, producing melodious tinkling sounds. The demon king, Aohun, had four enormous horns on his head, a bluish face, and eyes that exuded an imposing aura that inspired fear in all who beheld him.

"He'er looks quite well today," Aohen said with a smile as he sat in the main seat.

He is usually stern and rarely smiles, but perhaps because of his wedding, he seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today.

"Thank you for your concern, Father. My husband treats He'er very well," Mu He said, glancing at Cang Ze beside her and smiling shyly.

Aohen looked at Cangze and nodded, smiling with great satisfaction.

“I’m naturally happy that you’re doing well. I’m getting old now, so I naturally like having you kids by my side. But Ze’er is a person with great ambitions. This year I heard some things about you in the demon realm. You’ve done a good job,” Aohen said to Cang Ze with a hearty laugh.

"Thank you for your praise, Father. It is entirely thanks to your support that I dared to do such a thing," Cang Ze said respectfully immediately.

"Just do it boldly and without worry," Aohen said, raising his cup to drink the wine. Everyone else followed suit and drank a cup with him.

Mu He and Cang Ze sat side by side. Upon hearing her father's words, Mu He smiled first, then asked:

"But Father, I have always kept to myself as long as I can remember. I wonder what charm this new lady has that makes you so eager to marry her?"

She was pampered by her father and brothers since childhood and was never allowed to suffer the slightest grievance. Naturally, she spoke without any restraint in front of her father.

Aohen wasn't annoyed; he just laughed heartily twice.

“It is because I spoiled you too much in the past. Now that you have married a good husband and Heng’er refuses to come back, I am left alone to guard the demon realm. It is really lonely. He’er, although she is a dancer in Wangyue Pavilion, she will be your mother from today onwards. You must not be rude to her,” Ao Hen said patiently, always with a tender look on his face when he looked at his daughter.

Before Muhe was born, her mother was injured while helping Aohun quell the war in the north, which led to her death from postpartum hemorrhage. Before her mother died, Aohun promised to take good care of her and her brother. He has never remarried over the years. Although he only has Muhe as his child now, she is married and he has fulfilled his promise.

Muhe was displeased by her father's words, and her lips pouted. In her heart, no one could replace her mother. She was about to speak when Cangze stopped her.

"Father, you flatter us. As your beloved daughter, we children should naturally respect her," Cang Ze said, pulling Mu He's hand.

He had known Muhe for a long time and knew what kind of person she was. He also knew that she only had a good impression of him, but not love.

After hearing Cang Ze's words, Ao Hen nodded in satisfaction.

"You'll see her soon. I've already ordered someone to bring her over. You're in for a treat today; she dances beautifully," the leopard said with a cruel smile.

He raised his hand, and the dancers waiting at the door rushed in. Music began, and everyone stopped talking and watched the dancers gracefully dance.

A very faint, familiar fragrance wafted from the group of dancers, as if something had suddenly evaporated from the air, filling the entire room with this scent, which was also mixed with something vague and ethereal.

Cui Heng hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but it was too late. The drug had already entered his body before the fragrance arrived. This drug was very similar to the hallucinogenic drug that Wang Xiaoxia had given him when they first met, but this hallucinogenic drug was somewhat different. The drug seemed to be stronger, but it still had no effect on him.

He turned to look at Cang Ze and Mu He beside him. The two of them stared blankly at the group of dancers laughing foolishly. When they turned back, they found that everyone in the room, including Ao Heng, looked dazed, as if they had been drugged.

But why administer hallucinogenic drugs?

Cui Heng suddenly searched deep into the area where the dancers were, and a familiar figure appeared there. Was it her? Why was she here?

Then, a slender figure flew out from among the dancers, like a magnificent flower blooming and surrounded by a myriad of blossoms. She flew around stiffly like a mad bull, leaping and bounding about, her red sleeves brushing against her face. She laughed like a fool.

Everyone in the room was immersed in the beautiful dance, or rather, in the illusory world they had created for themselves. Although they were awake, they seemed to be asleep in some beautiful dream and unable to extricate themselves.

Only Cui Heng stared blankly at the dancer. The red dress suited her perfectly. Wang Xiaoxia's aloof nature was accentuated by the red dress, making her more charming and sexy. Even though she danced like a big monkey, he was still mesmerized.

Wang Yue was right. Wang Xiaoxia was never cut out to dance; she wasn't much better than Mad Bull.

"Xiaoxia," he murmured softly.

When the music ended, the dancers dispersed, leaving only Wang Xiaoxia walking lightly towards the Demon King. After a few steps, she stood before him, her swaying figure bowing slightly as she softly called out, "Your Majesty!"

The crowd awoke with a start, only to find that the dancers had already left, leaving the entire hall empty except for that graceful figure. She was dressed in red, her skin as smooth as jade, as if one could squeeze water from it with a gentle touch. Her eyes were alluring but not bewitching, and although she was a demon, she possessed a cool beauty that did not belong to demons.

Cang Ze stared in shock, his eyes widening. He opened his mouth but swallowed back the words he was about to say. He wanted to call her "Xiao Xia".

Mu He didn't think much of it. She had only seen Wang Xiaoxia once before, when Wang Xiaoxia was still a mortal. Mu He had long forgotten what she looked like. Now, she just felt that this woman looked somewhat familiar.

The Demon King, "Lian'er," stood up, walked forward, and gently helped Wang Xiaoxia up.

Wang Xiaoxia gently took his hand, sat down beside him, and looked at everyone with a calm expression and a faint smile.

Cui Heng's face turned green with anger, but he remained silent with a stern expression.

"This is your new mother, her name is Bu Shenglian, and from today onwards she will be the new mistress of this Demon King's Palace!" Aohen introduced cheerfully, looking at Wang Xiaoxia with a doting smile.

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Wang Xiaoxia's delicate shoulder. With just a gentle touch, Wang Xiaoxia softly fell into his arms, smiling tenderly.

Cui Heng just wanted to rush up, snatch Wang Xiaoxia away, take her back to the small courtyard where Lao Jiang was, and sew her mouth shut so she could never say another angry word.

Cang Ze's eyes never wavered; he stared intently at the person above, the one he had buried in the earth with his own hands, yet who was now alive again.

Was she really the person he killed with his own hands, the person whose life he ruined? Is she still alive?

"Your son congratulates Father and Mother," Muhe said dryly when the two remained silent.

Cang Ze was brought back to his senses by Mu He's voice, and he quickly forced a smile and replied:

"Congratulations, Father and Mother!"

He wasn't sure if this woman was Wang Xiaoxia, but she did come from Wangyue Pavilion and had the same face as Xiaoxia, yet she was clearly a demon.

"Congratulations, Father and Mother," Cui Heng finally managed to say through gritted teeth after a long pause.

Wang Xiaoxia was quite happy to be called mother by them. She nestled in the Demon King's arms and looked at everyone with a smug expression.