Chapter 33 Divorce Agreement
Yao Jin thought he must have misheard.
If the argument had happened three days or half a month ago, Yao Jin might not be so angry if she said that because she had forgotten about it.
Or perhaps, if there weren't so many obstacles between them, she might not be so angry.
Just now, right here in the house, she was so heartbroken, yet this person could say such things without batting an eye.
Meng Ji: "Madam, are you feeling better?"
As if afraid that someone hadn't heard him clearly, Meng Ji asked again.
Upon hearing this, Yao Jin no longer doubted her ears. She looked incredulously into the room, then at the threshold.
Is this some kind of magical portal that lets you exit and lose your memory, turning you into a dog that wags its tail and greets you with a smile?
She immediately laughed in anger.
Meng Ji smiled too. He stepped forward and tried to take her hand. "Madam, I knew you wouldn't want to..."
His words abruptly stopped, Meng Ji's smile froze on his face, and he looked at the retreating figure walking away in a hurry, then lowered his head in grievance.
—Madam, she seems very angry.
*
It's already the third day.
These past two days, Yao Jin has not been at Ruoshui Pavilion except for necessary rest periods.
She didn't want to run into Meng Ji, lest she be reminded of her one-sided argument. Of course, having regained her memories, she wasn't idle; at the very least, she needed to retrieve the Mirror of Time Reversal.
The mirror had been hidden in Meng Ji's heart for a hundred years, becoming one with his heart meridian. Removing it would cause at least serious injury, or worse...
Therefore, Yao Jin had no idea how to get the mirror.
I haven't thought it through yet, so I won't think about it for now, but Chu Fengliu came that day.
Chu Fengliu first sneaked into Wugou Pavilion and lingered in the outer room for a long time, as if he was hesitating about something.
It was Yao Jin who spotted him first. "Who is it? Sneaking around there like that?"
"Me." Chu Fengliu's voice was hesitant, but after a moment, he walked in, grabbed her, and said in a panic, "Come with me first, don't make a sound."
Chu Fengliu was vain and usually paid great attention to details, rarely showing such an attitude. Yao Jin was momentarily nervous because of him. For some reason, she had a bad feeling, and before she knew it, Chu Fengliu had taken her to Medicine King Peak.
At this moment, Medicine King Peak was extremely quiet, and there was an eerie feeling upon entering.
Yao Jin was momentarily dazed, his pupils dilating—"Yao Jin, Yao Jin?"
Chu Fengliu waved his hand in front of her, "Are you awake?"
"Huh?" Coming back to her senses, Yao Jin shook him off impatiently. "What's wrong with you?"
Chu Fengliu looked at her and said, "Yaojin, you have to go to the Zhaichen Secret Realm in three days."
"Why? I'm not going." Yao Jin didn't want to go. She had heard about the secret realm before. It was dangerous and dangerous, the food was bad, and the sleep was uncomfortable.
She sat down lazily, looking around the room. "You haven't been here long enough to think of yourself as one of them."
Chu Fengliu arrived at Buzhou Mountain earlier than Yao Jin. After the Demon King's death, the other three demons remained in the Demon Realm to guard it for a period of time, but Chu Fengliu had long since disappeared. It was originally thought that he had found a mountain to establish himself as king, but it turned out that he had come to Buzhou Mountain to become a "medicine cultivator".
But now that he has said such a thing, it's hard for Yao Jin not to make some other guesses.
Chu Fengliu had also regained his languid demeanor. He sat down and said, "They...are they even worthy?"
"Then don't tell me to go find the magic treasures inside, I don't need them." Yao Jin didn't want to get involved, and didn't want to make things difficult for herself.
Chu Fengliu, unusually serious, said, "Yaojin, you don't want to take back the Mirror of Origin."
A hundred years ago, after Yao Jin used the Mirror of Origin, before his memories were completely rewritten, he peeled off Meng Ji's skin and hid the mirror inside his bones.
Later, she even marked that place with demonic scales, a habit she had when hiding things. This way, even when her mind was foggy, she could recall things by following this habit after regaining her memories.
However, this matter was handled with extreme secrecy, and only Yao Jin himself knew about it.
Yao Jin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she abruptly stood up. "How did you know..."
“I could smell that scent, and I saw the demonic scales you left behind. What else could you possibly hide before you die, besides the Mirror of Origin?” Chu Fengliu explained, then looked at the other’s hands and gave a bitter smile. “After following you for so long, you still don’t believe me?”
There was originally no concept of a leader among the four demons.
The reason Yao Jin was able to sit at the head of them was not only because the Demon King treated her like a precious jewel, but also because he and Po Wang admired her and were willing to follow her.
Po Jun was merely going along with their opinions.
Although she knew Chu Fengliu would not betray her, Yao Jin still dared not reveal the truth. She slowly lowered her outstretched claws, "This is just your guess."
Chu Fengliu asked suspiciously, "I saw the demonic scales on Meng Ji's body. Could they not be yours?"
"Of course it's mine, just not my piece. The immortal path hates demons the most. I just wanted Meng Ji to have a demonic aura on him so that the elders would suspect that he had fallen into demonic ways, and the demon scale is the best evidence."
"I couldn't think of any other way for the time being, so I left something on him, but it's not my demon scale." Yao Jin said in a very unrestrained manner.
Unable to determine the truth for the moment, Chu Fengliu changed the subject, "Whether it is or not, Po Jun will be able to judge when he arrives. A few days ago, Father's demonic soul appeared in the world, and Po Jun should be on his way."
These words instantly awakened Yao Jin.
Po Jun was not an easygoing person; he was more like a demon than any of them. He was deep and calculating, preferred to manipulate the situation from the shadows, and was even more adept at finding the truth in the slightest clues.
Once he discovers the demonic aura on Meng Ji's body, will her explanation still be effective?
What if he discovers the scales on Meng Ji's body! Yao Jin's pupils suddenly contracted.
Xiao Daojun, he's only at the Nascent Soul stage, how could he possibly withstand Po Jun's cunning mind and his power to control demons! Even she is no match for Po Jun…
Chu Fengliu was able to say these words after thinking for a long time. He even thought of things that Yaojin couldn't or didn't want to think of. "Although the mountain of Medicine King Peak is good, it is not mine after all. I don't miss it, and you shouldn't miss it either. Yaojin, we must resurrect our father."
“There is a magical herb in the Zhaichen Secret Realm called the Body Tempering Herb. Eating this herb can reshape your bones and flesh. If your Origin Mirror is really on him, you can take it out while he is tempering his body.”
Whether the Mirror of Origin truly belongs to Meng Ji depends on Yao Jin's choice.
This is already the best solution.
But this method is too cruel, reshaping muscles and bones; it sounds painful.
Yao Jin fell silent for a moment, her thoughts racing, when suddenly she remembered something and slumped back into her seat.
Tracing back to the source, tracing back to the source, tracing back to the past, returning to what was then.
But if the past were to return, would they still recognize each other...?
Seeing that the person had finally stopped avoiding the issue, Chu Fengliu continued softly, "This is the best way. You know Po Jun's temperament. If he knows that you have someone righteous in your heart, and if the Mirror of Tracing Origins is really with Meng Ji, then you'd better hurry up..."
After saying that, Chu Fengliu glanced out the window without leaving a trace, and then told her, "Yaojin, you need to think this through."
With that,
Yao Jin returned to Wugou Pavilion in a daze, almost absent-minded.
When Xiaoyun saw her, she rushed over like a mother hen, "Madam, where have you been? The Immortal Lord was just here."
"Is Mengji still around...?" Yao Jin asked softly.
Xiaoyun immediately exclaimed, "Oh dear, Madam, your voice!"
Xiaoyun quickly helped the woman sit down and poured her a glass of sweet honey water. "Madam, please drink some."
After finally coaxing her to drink a couple of sips, Xiaoyun told her about the Immortal Lord going to the study again. "The Immortal Lord is busy with Zhaichen's affairs. He said he's been busy these days, so please don't worry too much about him, Madam. Please eat well and sleep well. We'll have a proper talk with you when the Immortal Lord returns from the secret realm."
Meng Ji is the sect leader and usually has many things to deal with, but no matter how busy he is, he will still come to meet Yao Jin every day.
Yao Jin has been angry and avoiding him lately; the two haven't seen each other for several days.
Meng Ji originally planned to talk to his wife after she calmed down a bit, but the secret realm was about to open, and he had to step in to oversee its opening. Once the secret realm opened, it could take anywhere from several months to several years, and no one could accurately estimate when it would be ready to emerge.
Prolonged separation can erode even the deepest feelings during a cold war, something Meng Ji desperately wanted to avoid. Therefore, no matter how busy he was, he made sure to explain the situation to Yao Jin.
With a blink of his golden eyes, he guessed it.
The ripples in my heart stirred again, but this time they were different from the previous ones. The ripples were not like those on a still pond, but rather like a surging tide, a turbulent wave.
She clutched her chest, her eyes filled with sorrow, like a ball of jewels, shining brightly.
However, the jewelry this time was too precious to fall.
Yao Jin felt a sour and bitter taste in her heart, as if a pot of strong liquor had been spilled. "Are the things from the wedding still there?"
How could I not be here? The Demon Realm knows about the Immortal Lord's marriage.
Xiaoyun cheerfully replied, "Yes, everything is here. Madam, you really liked that set of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and even the paper used to stick on the windows is still here."
Yao Jin: "Then let's take out that set of clothes."
That outfit was naturally her wedding dress. Even though Yao Jin's status was lowly back then, her wedding dress still represented the immortal sect and was extremely elaborate.
Wearing a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, layer upon layer, with countless pearls forming a shawl that draped over her, she was completely enveloped in a tapestry of floral patterns.
"So beautiful." Xiaoyun was stunned after helping the lady put on the clothes.
Her slender waist was cinched, as radiant as a lotus flower. The blush on her crimson lips was incomparably beautiful.
The pair of dragon and phoenix candles were also lit, and even though the room was bathed in a soft glow from the flickering candlelight, it couldn't diminish the girl's beauty in the slightest.
Her beauty reached its peak tonight, like a flower in full bloom, seemingly about to wither the next second.
But Xiaoyun didn't understand the feeling of this kind of extreme splendor, and simply followed the instructions to invite the immortal lord.
The room was dimly lit, with only the faint light of a candle.
"Madam." Meng Ji stood outside the door and knocked.
For some reason, he felt a little flustered.
They had been in a state of panic the whole time, and the two of them hadn't spoken since that day.
At first, he didn't quite understand the lady's anger. He thought that if someone thought of him before they died, he would be satisfied.
He has done everything in his power to arrange all this, so why is the lady still not satisfied?
Later, when the lady's tears came so suddenly that night, he seemed to understand something, but he still couldn't quite believe it, couldn't believe that anyone would be willing to feel sorry for him because of his inevitable demise.
He learned of his lowly fate from the servants when he was a few years old.
But what did they say? They said—you're a bastard no one loves.
—You will never receive a shred of pity from anyone in your life, no matter how much you fawn or grovel.
But now, he can win the lady's favor almost without using any means...
Is this really true...?
In a state of extreme insecurity, Meng Ji lowered his head, his lips sometimes tightly pressed together, sometimes unconsciously curving upwards—a state of uncontrollable pleasure that caused even the usually cold indifference in his eyes to shatter and slowly soften. But then he became confused again, the softness in his eyes turning sharp once more, as if he couldn't believe that what he had always dreamed of could be obtained so easily.
Suddenly, some rustling sounds came out. Meng Ji's ears twitched slightly. He listened carefully and found that it was the sound of paper folding and rubbing.
What is that?
He looked up.
"Wait a moment." Upon hearing the voice, Yao Jin quickly put the divorce letter into the drawer, but then she thought for a moment and took the paper out and put it in the book in the interlayer—it was a storybook she usually read.
Her room didn't offer much privacy. Every day, Xiaoyun would tidy up her desk, and it was easy to find it no matter where it was placed. The only thing Xiaoyun wouldn't touch was the storybooks, because she read them every day; she would just stack them up for her.
This approach maximizes the time it takes to be detected.
She could imagine that one day when she was "gone," someone might be rummaging through her belongings in remembrance, and discover this divorce agreement that had been written long ago. Then, this divorce agreement would be presented to Meng Ji in a flustered and surprised manner.
Then what--
"Madam?" After a long silence, Meng Ji knocked on the door again.
This is actually not in line with Meng Ji's usual style. He has always been very patient with his wife and has never urged her like this before.
Yes, there was a urging, as if doubting something, or perhaps confirming something.
This suspicion was clearly contagious. Yao Jin dared not think any further. Looking at the storybook, she took a deep breath and changed to a light voice, "Come in quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened almost simultaneously.
"Madam, what are you doing?" Meng Ji's eyes were as sharp as the edge of a piece of paper, staring directly at the desk.
Yao Jin naturally wouldn't let him look, and pounced on him with the passion of a flame enveloping frost.
"What are you looking at?" she asked with a soft smile, even taking his hand and leading him to the table to show him. "What's so interesting here?"
In fact, when people feel guilty, they dare not face the situation directly. This open and honest attitude, on the contrary, will not arouse suspicion.
Most people would stop here, but Meng Ji insisted on looking at it from that position. He not only looked but even opened the drawer. He smiled slightly, his eyes searching every corner without missing a single one. "Nothing, I was just wondering why Madam is still sitting at her desk so late at night. Could it be that she has discovered the truth that there is gold in books?"
The desk was messy, with a half-eaten candied fruit on it, teeth marks still glistening with moisture, clearly indicating it hadn't been eaten recently.
"No one is as beautiful as Madam." Meng Ji calmly withdrew his gaze, but his eyes lingered for a moment on the still-wet pen tip before settling on Yao Jin.
With a sudden jolt, Meng Ji's head was buzzing. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he looked at his wife, seemingly unable to form a sentence, "You..."
After a long pause, he finally composed himself and asked, his voice slightly hoarse, "Madam, why are you dressed like this tonight?"
It was tonight's unexpected event that prevented Meng Ji from checking on Yao Jin immediately. Only now, when he came to his senses, did he realize that Yao Jin was wearing her wedding dress from years ago.
"You only just noticed?" Yao Jin scolded playfully. If you looked closely, you could see that her hands, hanging by her sides, were trembling—a not-so-discreet tremor—but fortunately, Meng Ji's attention was focused on her wedding dress, and he temporarily overlooked this strange phenomenon.
Taking advantage of this time, Yao Jin quickly composed herself. Her trembling hand couldn't be calmed for a moment, so she simply put it on Meng Ji's neck and wrapped it around him. "Am I not pretty enough? That's why Xiao Daojun keeps staring at a dead thing."
The vibrant red of the crabapple blossoms adorned her eyes and brows, reflecting the color in Meng Ji's pupils. He couldn't avoid it, yet he didn't want to. So he reached out and took the girl's arm in his hand—"It's my fault. Madam is the most beautiful. I shouldn't have done that."
He genuinely felt sorry for not being able to respond immediately.
With her arms firmly restrained and even lifted up, Yao Jin felt very uncomfortable. After thinking for a moment, she lifted her feet, stretched out her arms to block Xiao Daojun's neck, and snorted, "I forgive you."
After saying that, she crouched down and crawled out from under Meng Ji's chest. Yao Jin lifted the hem of her skirt on both sides, turned half a circle, and smiled between her brows and eyelashes. "I suddenly remembered something during the day."
Meng Ji looked at her intently, his throat tightening. "What is it?"
"I hope Xiaodaojun can forgive me."
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