In the garden, the young woman was startled by the sudden appearance of two strangely-looking demons.

But she quickly calmed down, clutching something in her hand, her lips slightly pursed.

Who are you?

Wei Jiao countered, "How did you meet Prince Shuoyuan? Why does he always come to see you?"

"Do you know A-Yuan?" The woman lowered her guard a bit.

"Of course we know each other. Why are you, a mere mortal, entangled with His Highness and hindering his cultivation!"

"No, we are truly in love!"

"nonsense!"

Her jealousy immediately filled her mind with anger, and she slapped the woman across the face.

Wei Zi was over 1,200 years old and had always been the apple of her parents' eye. She was the princess of Qinghai Lake and there was never anything she wanted that she couldn't have.

Even though Shuoyuan hadn't made any special gestures, I was the closest person to him.

She never imagined that being with him would be easy, but as long as she stayed by his side, there would always be a chance. Besides, these three years together were just the beginning for Wei Jiao; they both had long lives ahead of them, so what was the rush?

But unexpectedly, Shuoyuan had such a secret behind her back and behind the back of the entire aquatic tribe.

Looking back now, all those details actually revealed clues long ago, but she foolishly deceived herself and clung to wishful thinking.

She glared fiercely at the beautiful human woman, her hatred and jealousy finding no outlet. The bandits behind her revealed their true forms, climbing onto the pavilion and spitting out their tongues as they looked at the fragile woman with malice.

Wei Jiao, who had slapped the other woman, was at a loss for what to do next, staring at the woman in front of him with resentment.

Then a sword shot out from behind her and pierced the woman's body.

From the moment they broke into the house to the moment the bandits killed the woman, the time was actually very short. The woman didn't even have time to cry for help, and Wei Jiao hadn't figured out how to handle the situation when a corpse appeared before her eyes—the corpse of the girl Shuo Yuan liked.

Her mind went blank as she looked at the bandit behind her. He was a terrifying-looking snake demon who had killed a living person without warning.

She suddenly panicked; some things were broken and could never be the same again.

Shuoyuan arrived quickly. Before Wei Jiao and the bandits could leave the scene, he was already there. Shuoyuan stared blankly at the lifeless woman lying on the ground.

Wei Jiao looked at the man who seemed to have lost his soul, feeling both afraid and panicked.

But Shuoyuan didn't look at her or say anything. His eyes were only on the woman on the ground. He slowly walked to her side, hugged her in his arms, and after a moment, he picked her up and left the place.

While Wei Jiao was fast asleep, clutching a wine jar, she was awakened by a commotion. A large group of people rushed into the room, dressed in armor and wielding swords, looking menacingly at her. She looked up groggily and saw a group of mortals. Still confused, she had no idea what was going on.

"Monster, put down the wine jar and surrender immediately!"

The person who shouted this line in front was slapped on the head by the person behind, and he thought to himself with resentment, "What kind of line is this? It's so low-class."

Wei Jiao's mind was still foggy, and she couldn't react for a moment. However, these little insects were very annoying to her. She threw the wine jar in her hand away and shouted, "Get out of here, you're so annoying!"

After saying that, she turned over and wanted to take another nap. The soldiers over there were startled by her, but the governor had given an order that the monster must be captured and killed, and he could not back down.

Seeing that the group of foolish humans advanced instead of retreating, Wei Jiao became even more agitated. Fueled by alcohol, he suddenly transformed back into his original form, a huge purplish-black dragon that appeared in Jing'an City, instantly crushing several shops.

She circled around and roared, hoping to drive away the insects, but instead attracted more and more people. Countless weapons and swords were aimed at her. Although they could not cause any harm, they annoyed her greatly. She did not want to fight anymore, so she channeled her magic power and tried to fly away. Just as she was halfway up in the air, a chain descended from the sky. The chain was very thick, gleaming with golden light, and seemed to have a spirit, binding her tightly.

Her massive body crashed to the ground, shaking the earth and sending dust billowing up. No matter how much she rolled and struggled, she couldn't break free of the chains. A chill ran through her; she had a bad feeling.

"You audacious beast, you have harmed people and instigated conflict between humans and dragons, and you still refuse to accept punishment." The speaker was a small-eyed, short and stout creature in mid-air, carrying a tortoise shell on its back. It turned out to be the Turtle Prime Minister of the East Sea. He didn't usually interact with the Dragon King, but in his memory, he was a figure who bowed and scraped before the Dragon King.

"You old tortoise, are you getting senile? Who did I hurt or cause any trouble? Let me go right now!" Does she think she's always so obedient and docile?

"Unrepentant to the death." The Turtle Prime Minister didn't waste any more words with her. He began chanting a spell, and the golden dragon-binding rope tightened more and more, leaving bloody marks on Jiao Wei's body.

She writhed in pain, but to no avail, until she was completely exhausted and gradually stopped struggling.

"Take him back to await the Dragon King's judgment." The Turtle Prime Minister waved his hand and rode away on a cloud, leaving a minor official to deal with the prefect.

Wei Jiao was thrown into a dark cell. Her injuries were severe, and the seawater aggravated the pain, causing her to faint.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Jiao was awakened by a familiar voice.

She opened her swollen eyes and looked over. After regaining her composure, she recognized her: "Mother!" She struggled to crawl over. "Mother, believe me, I didn't kill that person. Please save me."

"My darling, my darling," the Dragon Queen murmured, wiping away her tears. "My foolish child, how could I not know you've been wronged? But... but..."

"Mother, what are you saying? What do you mean by being wronged? What exactly happened?" she asked hurriedly.

“Jiao’er, listen to your mother,” the Dragon Queen said, calming herself down. “Jiao’er, listen to your mother, you can’t escape this calamity. You can only tough it out.” She took out a jade box from her sleeve. “You must hide this well. It can save your life. But don’t open it until the very last moment.”

"Mother, what exactly happened? Tell me clearly, how did we end up in this calamity?"

The Dragon Queen looked as if she had aged overnight. She sighed and said, "Shuoyuan went to the Heavenly Court to ask for punishment and was stripped of his immortal status. After being struck by thirty-three heavenly lightning bolts, he entered the cycle of reincarnation."

What!

How is that possible!