She was the one who pulled him out of the abyss of Yanzhou.
If it weren't for her quick glance that saved him from serious injury, he would never have survived.
He had long ago decided that his life belonged to her.
There were some things Zhou Ji didn't want to tell her, and there was no need for her to know everything so clearly.
She might not be happy to hear this, nor might she agree with it.
If not, then the sorcerer had promised him a second chance at life, and Zhou Ji wouldn't have waited three years before belatedly going to her grave to commit suicide.
After he finished what he needed to do, he should go and be with her.
She's so delicate; if no one's there to keep her company, she'll probably throw a tantrum and resent him even more.
She should hate him anyway; if she apologizes too late, her strong sense of right and wrong will only make her hate him even more.
He can't take it anymore.
Jiang Yue was skeptical: "It's that simple?"
Zhou Ji paused, his hand gently stroking her hair, and smiled warmly: "Do you think there are any other reasons?"
Jiang Yue frowned and said truthfully, "I thought you were like my father, obsessed with the idea of elixirs and magic pills, and had gone astray in your pursuit of immortality."
Her father had always been obsessed with immortality, relentlessly seeking elixirs that would grant him eternal life, disregarding the fate of the nation. He had no other concerns left.
Jiang Yue had seen Zhou Fuwei seemingly possessed in her dreams before.
Beneath his calm surface lay his terrifying nature.
He stood quietly within those formations, expressionless. His dark eyes were like bottomless abysses, impossible to see through no matter how you looked at them, and you wouldn't hear a sound even if you were thrown in.
Jiang Yue couldn't help but wonder if such a grand formation was actually seeking rebirth.
Jiang Yue couldn't possibly assume that he was the one who prayed for her to be reborn in the Pure Land, especially since this could hardly be considered a rebirth for her.
She couldn't tell the difference; she couldn't even tell whether she was dead or alive.
Zhou Ji recalled what he was thinking back then, but he couldn't remember clearly.
There is a long sword in the bedroom.
Back when she was in Yanzhou, she casually tossed it to him on a whim. At that time, the girl stood in the blazing sunlight, seemingly radiant herself, even more dazzling than the sun behind her. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked down at him and said, "This sword is for you. It's nothing valuable. This world isn't peaceful, and if you want to protect yourself, your frail body won't be enough. Maybe this sword will even save your life someday. By the way, you don't need to thank me; it's something I don't want."
It seems she really just gave him a reward out of the blue.
From Yanzhou to the capital.
Zhou Ji always carried that sword with him. It was not some meticulously crafted, legendary sword; rather, it was as ordinary as could be, just another sword capable of killing.
He would polish the longsword every day, its smooth blade reflecting his eyes.
When he took out the longsword that he had kept hidden away so carefully, he intended to end his own life.
The blade pressed against the skin of the neck, and blood quickly began to seep out. The throat would be slit in the next second.
The arrival of that wandering Taoist priest was purely coincidental.
Zhou Ji had forgotten most of what was said, and in fact, how could he have been in the mood to listen attentively at that time?
I only remember one sentence: "Too much bloodlust is to commit sins."
The Taoist priest seemed to have anticipated that he would cause great suffering and only wanted to persuade him to return to the righteous path.
He had long since abandoned any sense of righteousness; from the moment she died, he had been trapped in hell.
The ritual for the deceased requires a blood sacrifice.
So at that time, he chose to sacrifice his own blood to her, because no one else was worthy of her purity and could not be tainted by her.
He would not allow anyone else to have such a morbid and intimate relationship with her.
She is his.
Even if he dies, even if he is reborn, he can only belong to him.
This story is too long, and it's somewhat frightening to recount from beginning to end.
Zhou Ji didn't want her to know, because he didn't want her to see his terrifying dark side.
To her, he will always be a gentle, understanding, and good husband.
Instead of being a morbid paranoiac who gives her nightmares, who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, who will believe the words of those Taoist priests who seem rather unorthodox, like a madman possessed by demons.
He became the person he once looked down upon the most.
"Mingyi, I don't believe in gods or Buddhas." Zhou Ji came back to his senses and heard himself say this to her in a low voice.
Praying to gods and Buddhas is useless; even kneeling until your knees are raw in front of a Buddha statue won't bring divine favor.
The sight of blood terrifies people, which is why things are what they are today.
Praying to gods and Buddhas is just handing over your weaknesses to them, making them easy targets for blackmail.
It would be better to make the gods and Buddhas respect and fear him, so that they would take the initiative to deliver his requests to him.
Zhou Ji stared into her eyes, and she seemed to be stunned for a moment. He smiled at her, concealing the coldness that had inadvertently shown earlier. He lowered his head and kissed her again, his voice incredibly gentle: "I only trust you."
Gods and Buddhas are not worthy of him being a believer.
Yet she could make him willingly submit to her.
Jiang Yue's heart seemed to skip a beat, and then her heartbeat became rapid. The four words "Zhuozhuo" made her cheeks burn, and she felt an indescribable nervousness in her heart.
She clenched her hands, turned her face slightly to the side, and her eyes, which met his, felt hot.
The seriousness in Zhou Ji's eyes was so profound that it terrified her. She felt that if she looked at him a few more times, she would be drawn into his gaze. Such deep and unreserved emotion also filled her with a sense of fear.
She clenched her fingers: "I...I can lie too."
Jiang Yue felt a sweet sense of trust from him, but also a heavy burden in her heart.
It's better for people not to be so perfect.
No one is perfect; no one is truly flawless. Everyone has some shortcomings, more or less.
Jiang Yue avoided his gaze, seemingly feeling guilty, and continued, "I'm not as good as you think. Don't... don't like me too much."
If it were someone else...
Jiang Yue wouldn't say that. She's beautiful and likable, and it's her right that admirers are deeply in love with her.
She deserves all the love and attention in the world.
They are born to be adored wildly.
But what if this person were Zhou Ji instead?
Jiang Yue would instinctively feel a little scared. Too much of a good thing can be bad. She had the sensitivity of a small animal and knew that Zhou Ji's intense feelings were dangerous. He would devour her bit by bit, melt her into his blood and bones, and become one with him.
No matter what, Jiang Yue's first thought is always to protect herself.
Zhou Ji seemed to sense her fear, and smiled nonchalantly, his smile filled with affection. He whispered, "Don't be afraid."
I won't eat you.
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