Chapter 52 His wife would not tolerate being coveted by others…
Meng Ji smiled slightly, his words extremely gentle, "If you are willing to stay by my side and pass on messages for me, and serve me wholeheartedly, it might not be a bad place for you."
Chunqing gritted her teeth in resentment, "I am in this state all because of you. How can you be so trusting of me?"
Meng Ji sighed, his tone more apologetic than ever before, "You know that you don't look good like this, so how can you serve the Demon King in this state?"
What kind of person can't the Demon King have? Now that Chunqing has lost those most similar eyebrows and eyes, she is as useless as a piece of trash.
Chunqing finally realized this belatedly. She reached out a hand to touch the empty eye socket, feeling completely controlled by the Taoist priest. "You are so ruthless. What is your purpose?"
At this moment, Chunqing no longer possessed her former pride. Her clothes were half off, and her face was covered with streaks of blood, making her look pitiful.
Meng Ji simply stared at her, his gaze icy. "You took advantage of those eyes, so you should pay the price."
Even if someone only resembles another person in appearance, they shouldn't grovel before them, especially if that person has such disgusting thoughts.
His wife should not be coveted or offended.
At this point, Chunqing could no longer understand the meaning, and she threw herself on the ground and wailed loudly.
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next day
With her eyes veiled by a white veil, Chunqing arrived at Yaojin Room.
Yao Jin was taken aback and, forgetting Meng Ji who was speaking, quickly got up to help Chun Qing. "Sister Chun Qing, what happened?"
“I…” Chunqing paused, her hand resting on the gold bracelet, a hint of sorrow on her face.
Chunqing had just left the Demon King's room that morning. Although she was blind, she could still sense everything around her by observing the surrounding atmosphere and was still able to serve the Demon King. But the Demon King didn't even glance at her, only waving his hand and telling her to rest well in the palace from now on—that was all.
After she left the Demon Palace, the attitude of the maids around her changed. The maids who used to call her "Sister Chunqing" seemed to have disappeared, and there was no longer any trace of them being so affectionate and clingy.
The future seemed to have an end in sight, and he would be trapped in the Demon Temple until the end of his life.
It turns out that she had gained so many benefits from those eyes.
"Sister Chunqing, what's wrong with you?" Yaojin shook Chunqing's arm. "Your eyes..."
Chunqing held a significant place in Yaojin's heart. The memory of her parents abandoning her when she was young was too profound. Even though the Demon King took her back to the Demon Palace and cared for her well, Yaojin was still filled with anxiety until Chunqing came.
At that time, Chunqing was much older than Yaojin, and she was gentle. She accompanied Yaojin like an older sister and a mother. Everyone has a chick fetish, and Yaojin was no exception. So even though several other girls named Qing were added to the family later, Chunqing was the only special person in Yaojin's heart.
Seeing Chunqing injured, Yaojin felt a surge of anger.
"Tell me who hurt your eyes, and I'll kill him." Yao Jin was furious. She drew her whip and, unsurprisingly, her gaze fell on Meng Ji.
Meng Ji smiled gently at her, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Yao Jin frowned again. Chun Qing held a high position in the Demon Palace and possessed considerable magical power. She rarely went out and had no chance of getting injured. Now that her eyes were covered with gauze, it was hard not to suspect that she had been ambushed.
But the demon servants in the Demon Palace are all used to it, and none of them would be so foolish as to harm Chunqing.
This person is the only newcomer.
He was just too well-behaved, not like that kind of person at all.
Chunqing came to her senses at this moment. She paused, but then stroked Yaojin's arm and said with a smile, "It's nothing. My eyes were injured last night, so I can't see for a while."
"Really?" Yao Jin stared wide-eyed, still suspicious.
She wasn't so blinded by lust. No matter how handsome the Taoist priest was, if Chunqing revealed that he was the murderer, she would definitely kill him.
She stared coldly at Meng Ji, her whole body feeling like it was covered in thorns, completely unaware of how much she would hurt him.
It even completely extinguished any remaining regret in Meng Ji's heart.
A lady should not have any other close relatives, and this applies to women as well.
He stared intently at Yao Jin, even at her, and took a moment to ask Chun Qing about her injuries with a hint of concern, "I have some Rejuvenation Pills from my sect, Sister Chun Qing, why don't you try them and see if they work?"
He said it was for Chunqing, but his open palm was facing the direction of Yaojin.
Yao Jin didn't bother to think about the reason and simply took the pill. Unexpectedly, when his fingers touched the pill bottle, his palm felt slightly itchy, as if it had been scratched.
Yao Jin glared at him, but Meng Ji just smiled, not quite understanding.
Such a magnanimous and upright manner made it difficult for Yao Jin to lash out. She opened the bottle, sniffed it slightly, and then put it into her sleeve. "Then I thank you on behalf of Sister Chunqing."
Only cultivators can refine these troublesome pills, while demons, when injured, mostly find a corner to lick their wounds alone. Whether they survive or not is fate.
She wasn't sure if the medicine in the bottle was for injury, but since she didn't smell anything harmful, Yao Jin decided to have someone test it.
This blatant lack of trust displeased Meng Ji, but he showed no sign of it on his face. He blinked slightly and said, "It's good that I can help. I don't deserve your thanks, Miss."
The two exchanged veiled barbs, and Chunqing had already concealed her true thoughts. She smiled and said, "Of course, if I really go blind, wouldn't I be worried?"
Yao Jin nodded, and feeling the tremor in the air, Chun Qing continued, "I came today for two reasons: firstly, my eyes have been bothering me lately, and I'd like to stay here with you for a while to find some peace and quiet; secondly..."
—What is it??
During the day, Meng Ji was still in the room, so Chun Qing naturally couldn't say much. But in the evening, it was inappropriate for Meng Ji, being a man, to stay in the room.
Only Chunqing and Yaojin remained in the room. Yaojin absentmindedly combed her hair with a fine-toothed comb, then suddenly spoke up unhappily, "Sister Chunqing, how long are you going to keep this from me?"
Chunqing was slightly taken aback, then realized she was both amused and exasperated. "You still don't believe I accidentally injured my eye?"
Yao Jin stopped combing her hair and leaned against the windowsill with Chun Qing, snuggling close like a kitten to absorb her warmth. "Yes, you've been in the Demon Palace for so many years and are familiar with its layout. How could you have gotten hurt by accident?"
Chunqing gently stroked her face, feeling her plump, smooth skin and delicate brow bone. At this moment, she simply wanted to say everything.
Of course, she waited until evening to talk about it so that she wouldn't be disturbed by others.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, it felt as if a thousand pounds were weighing down on it. Her words were pulled into her stomach by this weight, becoming heavier and heavier, and more and more painful.
Chunqing rolled around on the bed in pain, screaming and pounding her stomach.
Yao Jin panicked and hugged Chun Qing, "Sister Chun Qing, what's wrong with you?"
But Chunqing was a grown woman, and she was in so much pain on the bed that she was about to die. Yaojin was afraid of hurting her with too much force, so he could only roll around with her.
The bed instantly crumpled up, and the pills in the sleeve rolled off. The round pills flashed with a green light before turning into brown pills.
Yao Jin was still holding Chun Qing and didn't notice the strange phenomenon. Chun Qing, however, seemed to be hooked by the pill, and her pain subsided slightly. Of course, it only subsided a little; she was almost fanatically obsessed with the pill, as if she had taken Five-Stone Powder, "That, that medicine..."
Yao Jin looked in the direction the finger was pointing. He couldn't care less about examining the medicine at this moment. He only thought that if Chunqing took the medicine and her condition worsened instead of improving, he would skin that person alive.
Yao Jin brought over a pill and gave it to Chunqing. After swallowing it, the pain subsided, but she still clutched her stomach, a sense of dread creeping into her heart. Ordinary people would use threats and inducements, cutting off all escape routes, leaving no room for retaliation. This Taoist priest, however, seemed to have anticipated everything. She didn't know when the curse had been cast, but if it truly took effect, this pill would be her only recourse. She feared she would have to rely on this elixir for the rest of her life…
Chunqing gave a bitter smile.
Yao Jin still found it strange. She gathered the remaining medicine on the bed into her hand, "This medicine is so good? It actually has such an effect..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chunqing slapped his hand away.
Chunqing realized she had overreacted, so she quickly picked up the pills one by one. "These are such good medicines, Miss, why don't you give them all to me? I'll try them, maybe they'll help my eyes heal faster."
Yao Jin silently watched her movements, then secretly hooked her finger to hide a Rejuvenation Pill. "Sister Chunqing, what's wrong with you?"
Chunqing gave a wry smile. "Nothing, Miss. Didn't you ask me about the second thing that happened during the day?"
"Actually, my eyes were injured by Po Jun. He drank too much yesterday and tried to humiliate me. I refused, so we started fighting. During the struggle, he gouged out my eyes, and I killed him in return."
The death of a demon general is something that cannot be hidden. It was only a matter of time before it happened. The reason Chunqing didn't tell the Demon King this was because if she did, she would surely die.
He told Miss that it was nothing more than taking advantage of the fact that they were both girls.
"Po Jun dared to bully you, he deserves to die." Yao Jin, being simple-minded, frowned repeatedly upon hearing this and joined Chun Qing in scolding him.
With the help of the Golden Pill, the Demon King said nothing about Po Jun's death.
Several days passed like this.
Po Jun is dead, and someone has to take his place. The Demon King has announced that whoever is the most capable will be chosen. As a result, the demons outside have been fighting tooth and nail for the position of Demon General. Even Po Wang went out to watch the spectacle.
Yao Jin disliked watching these people fight so fiercely, finding it unsightly. However, she didn't quite understand Chu Fengliu's decision to remain seated in the Demon Palace.
She rested her chin on her hand, feigning utter helplessness, "Don't you love these kinds of fighting scenes the most? Why don't you go? And aren't you curious?"
Chu Fengliu was a loud and boisterous person with a strong sense of curiosity. Whenever the two demons were arguing, he would lean out to watch and make sure he understood what was going on.
Chu Fengliu paused upon hearing this. He secretly gathered his fingers together, but after failing to gather even a trace of magic power, he sighed inwardly at his misfortune, but said with disdain, "What's the point of looking at that? In any case, the final winner will still have to come to us."
Even so, Yao Jin glanced at him again.
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