Chapter 78 She...saw her mother whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

Shen Pingjin led Lu Qingjia into the courtyard. In the courtyard, pear blossoms rustled, and their sweet fragrance wafted in the wind, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Lu Qingjia looked up at the woman's beautiful profile and wondered why her sister didn't plant peach blossoms in the yard.

That day, he was playing in the courtyard when he saw his beautiful older sister, dressed in a pink dress as vibrant as peach blossoms, standing under a peach tree. Her clear, light eyes seemed to hold the stars of the world as she quietly looked at him.

He would never forget that day, the sister under the peach blossom tree.

He is still young, and he calls Shen Pingjin "elder sister," which means he really wants to treat Shen Pingjin as his older sister, even more so than Zhenzhu.

Shen Pingjin didn't notice Lu Qingjia's distraction. She squatted down, bent over, and said softly, "Jiajia, your sister said she's going to take you out for something delicious. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Lu Qingjia shook her head and said, "Pretty sister, Jiajia thinks anything you give me tastes delicious!"

Shen Pingjin was taken aback. She gently stroked Lu Qingjia's little head and thought he was really adorable.

She nodded and said, "Okay, since Jiajia doesn't have any dietary restrictions, I'll take you to the market tomorrow, and while we're at it, I'll also show you some new and interesting things."

Lu Qingjia's eyes lit up, and he nodded obediently, "Okay, sister, Jiajia will listen to you!"

“But now, I’ve just remembered something.” Shen Pingjin suddenly remembered that her things were still with Yan Jue.

Lu Qingjia: "Sister, what's wrong?"

"Well, I left something with your wicked brother and I need to go get it back. Would you like to wait here for me for a little while?"

Upon hearing that Shen Pingjin was going to find Yan Jue, Lu Qingjia immediately shook her head, "Sister, no, if you're going to find that bad brother, then you have to take Jiajia with you."

Shen Pingjin hesitated for a moment: "This... I'm afraid it's not a good idea."

Lu Qingjia let out a babyish cry, wiping away his tears, "Sister, are you really going to leave Jiajia here all alone?"

Lu Qingjia's eyes were red and she looked very pitiful, and Shen Pingjin's heart softened for a moment.

Actually... she didn't have to look for Yan Jue, because Chu Jin was originally hers.

She had entrusted the brocade to Yan Jue for safekeeping and forgot to take it back, so she didn't know where it was.

Chen Pingjin patiently coaxed, "Jiajia, be good, Jiajia, don't cry. I'll take you with me."

Lu Qingjia nodded vigorously, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

Hehe, he just knows that pretty older sisters are the most soft-hearted towards him!

Lu Qingjia's sleeve was tugged by the pretty woman, and she followed behind smugly. But as they walked, she sensed something was off about the pretty woman.

Lu Qingjia looked up and noticed that the pretty woman's face was somewhat pale.

He looked ahead and saw Yan Jue sitting in a chair, holding a sharp sword that emitted a clanging, mournful sound.

The sword emitted a purple light, and the more it trembled, the paler the beautiful woman's face became.

He shook his light pink sleeve and spoke softly to Chen Pingjin, "Pretty sister, what's wrong?"

Shen Pingjin couldn't hear anything, and she couldn't even feel her arm being shaken from side to side.

She felt a terrible headache. The world was silent.

She only felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness, until she reached Yan Jue's courtyard. She felt a powerful force drawing her there.

Upon seeing that figure dressed in dark brocade, Chen Pingjin felt even more distressed.

When she vaguely saw a red light appear before her eyes and rush towards her, she could no longer bear it and fainted.

Before she fainted, Shen Pingjin saw that Lu Qingjia and the black figure were lying next to her, muttering something.

However, she couldn't hear clearly, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't understand clearly.

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When she woke up again, Shen Pingjin found herself surrounded by nothingness and chaos.

She suddenly woke up with a start and got up from the ground with a thud.

Where...where am I...?

She looked around in surprise. Beneath her feet was complete darkness, and she felt as if she were walking on non-existent clouds, taking a risky step.

But soon, the path beneath her feet transformed into a raging river, its waters surging and surging as if to swallow her whole.

Before Shen Pingjin could react and run away, she noticed that the ground beneath her feet had changed again.

It turned into erupting lava, into cracked ground, and underground, magma surged.

But strangely, she couldn't feel any of these things, nor could she feel any sensation at all.

However, what Shen Pingjin saw next made her cover her mouth in surprise.

A wisp of shimmering white remnant soul leaped out from the surrounding void and then disappeared beneath her feet.

A flash of dark red light appeared, illuminating the surroundings. The light gradually gathered together and transformed into a human figure.

Upon seeing this figure, Shen Pingjin finally couldn't hold back any longer, and tears welled up in her eyes like a surging tide.

She stared in disbelief at the wisp of soul before her, letting out broken sobs. She seemed to have been suppressing it for a long time, finally managing to utter a syllable: "Mother..."

Scalding tears flowed like a tap that had been turned on; Chen Pingjin tried to stop them, but couldn't.

The spirit before me appeared extremely weak. Her eyes, like autumn water, had fine, upturned eyelashes. She slightly lifted her eyelids, revealing a captivating charm. However, her pale complexion gave her a sickly beauty.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, giving her a serene and elegant appearance. This sight startled and unsettled Shen Pingjin.

Li Qingqing's voice suddenly rang out, "Xiao Jin, you're here." Her voice was as gentle as a breeze brushing against green leaves, as soft as a babbling brook flowing slowly through a river, and as soothing as a mother comforting her infant child.

She was so gentle, her features so delicate.

Shen Pingjin took a step forward, trying to get closer to her mother. But soon, she realized something was wrong.

Her mother was dressed unusually. Her smooth, fair arms were exposed, and she wasn't even wearing stockings.

Seemingly sensing Shen Pingjin's doubts, Li Qingqing smiled and shook her head—she was just a remnant soul, and she couldn't say anything more.

"Little Jin, this is the Chaotic Land where Jin emerged. Before your mother passed away, she had already made a blood pact here to wait for you when you grew up."

"You should have received that autobiography by now. There are some things in it that you can follow your mother's instructions step by step to figure out how to achieve your goal. Finally..."

Li Qingqing's gaze softened, "Xiao Jin, Mother knows you've lived another life. This life is..."