Chapter 169
The underworld also has four seasons, but the difference between winter and summer, warmth and coolness, is not the same for them as for mortals; it is just a change in the scenery they see.
Therefore, many spirits and underworld officials braved the heavy rain to walk around the underworld.
But Lingwu would still hold up a bone umbrella and return alone, the eerie red spider lilies along the way emitting a seductive fragrance that tempted souls. As Lingwu's skirt fluttered, the beautiful flowers would bloom even more profusely.
Lingwu would occasionally pluck a pretty flower and bring it back to the Tower of Forgotten Worries, and the flower would receive a bit of protection, spared from the occasional ravages of violent spirits.
But today, Lingwu did not stop.
Yan Wang, who was behind him, also stood in the hall after sobering up, silently watching the figure that even gods and demons were driven mad by, as it gradually walked away.
Lingwu had always been aware of his gaze, but she had never turned around to look back.
She never turned back for anyone.
The woman in front of the Yiyou Tower was wearing a wrinkled uniform soaked in water, her face was deathly pale, and her black hair was wet and clung to her body.
At this moment, the long-awaited cold rain in the underworld seems to add to the chill.
She was trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from fear, it was hard to tell.
But the white dress brushed against her ethereal soul, bringing her a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time, and calming her down considerably.
"Thank you, thank you so much, Lady Meng Po..."
Lingwu led her into the Yiyou Tower before letting go of her hand.
The pale woman then knelt down, her heart filled with bitterness and resentment at seeing someone who had shown her kindness.
The rumors about Lady Meng Po in the underworld are indeed true!
Before this, she would never have believed that there would be a god who would bend down and take the hand of an ordinary soul.
The pale woman took the teacup in front of her, and drank it down with tears dripping from the tea.
It's just as rumored, just as sweet.
Lingwu had already put down the bamboo slip. Seeing the pale woman looking down at the empty teacup in her hand, Lingwu did not urge her.
Only after she wiped away the two lines of tears, raised her head, and knelt down did Ling Wu speak:
What is your long-cherished wish?
"Your Majesty Meng Po, I wish to see them suffer the consequences of their actions, and I also wish that they all worship me as their only light."
As she finished speaking, the clear tears on her face turned into bloody tears, and the suppressed hatred in her eyes surged to the heavens.
"allow."
——
The ear-piercing sound of porcelain shattering on the floor rang out together with the sound of the door slamming shut!
Not only that, but there were also the words the man left behind before slamming the door in Duan Lingwu's mind:
"Duan Lingwu, I only married you because of Tinglan and Tingyao. My heart belongs only to Banban. Don't even think about things you shouldn't be thinking about!"
"If you raise Tinglan and Tingyao well and give them all the motherly love they deserve, I will give you the honor of being Mrs. He. If you can't, then go back to your Duan family!"
"Duan Lingwu, this is the last chance I'm giving you!"
The man's cold, rebuking voice echoed in his mind.
Ling Wu rubbed her head, suppressing the nausea in her heart.
Duan Lingwu suffers from migraines.
This condition is not a serious illness, but it is incurable by modern medicine. The painful part is that each time it flares up, you either have to take medicine to alleviate the pain or just tough it out.
Fortunately, things got better after that period.
However, Duan Lingwu's migraines became even more severe after she married into the He family and learned that He Cheng had a white moonlight in his heart!
Nausea, vomiting, headache, increased intraocular pressure, photophobia, phonophobia...
Ling Wu wore a dark silk slip dress, which perfectly showcased her figure.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her bare feet were forced to step on the shattered porcelain shards scattered on the ground, leaving trails of blood.
Yet she showed no sign of pain; instead, her stunningly beautiful face, as radiant as the rising sun and full moon, even softened with a gentle smile.
"Knock knock knock—"
"Madam, are you alright?" A low, hoarse male voice sounded from outside the door.
Ling Wu did not answer, because the door was opened the next second.
The man was dressed in a suit, his dark hair was neatly combed into a side part, and his clear, phoenix-shaped eyes were covered by gold-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
He pursed his thin lips, abruptly pulled his hand back from the doorknob, and tried to turn around, but was stopped by Ling Wu.
"Come here." The woman's voice was low and husky, seemingly carrying boundless allure, yet making one dare not entertain any lustful thoughts.
Jiang Du bowed and replied, "Yes, Madam."
He stepped forward with his head down, not daring to cross the line, but his eyes could not avoid seeing the fair legs under the sundress.
He quickly looked away, but the heat from his ears followed his face.
As the butler of the He family, he had seen many women, but because of his position, he had never been moved by any of them.
But the expanse of white before my eyes was truly like a piece of pure, translucent jade, clean and pristine.
Jiang Du looked away, his thoughts churning. Even though he dared not look, he could not help but think of that fair skin.
"Help me to bed." Ling Wu suppressed her headache, her voice still gentle.
“But the broken pieces on the ground…” He hadn’t finished speaking when he remembered he could grab his shoes, but Ling Wu interrupted him, “Pick them up.”
Jiang Du was stunned for a moment, then bent down, reached out his right hand, and picked up the cold porcelain with his fingertips.
Before he could pick it up, his hand was pressed down by those snowy feet.
As a butler, his duty was to unconditionally protect his master's safety. Instinctively, he took Ling Wu's hand with his other hand. When his fingertips touched her cool and delicate skin, Jiang Du's heart skipped a beat.
He quickly pulled his hand back, but it was grabbed by a force.
Lingwu lifted his chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.
The tall man was squatting on the ground, with one of his hands even being stepped on the broken pieces, completely subdued by the person above him in a pitiful posture.
"Does it hurt?" The tenderness in her eyes was real and genuine.
The pain in Jiang Du's palm made his eyelashes tremble slightly, but when he looked into those eyes, he still shook his head, unwilling to let her blame herself: "Madam is very gentle, it doesn't hurt me."
Ling Wu stared at his phoenix eyes behind his glasses for a moment before letting go of his hand and apologizing, "I'm sorry, my migraine flared up again, and I lost my balance. I hope Butler Jiang won't be angry."
But despite saying that, she stepped on the back of his hand again before going to bed barefoot, leaving bloody marks with every step.
Just like in the legend, every step is like walking on lotus flowers.
Jiang Du couldn't quite put his finger on whether it was a flutter of the heart or the pity one feels for seeing this place; in any case, just as these complex emotions were about to overwhelm him, Ling Wu spoke:
"Draw the curtains."
Jiang Du's ears, already red, turned red all the way to her neck. "Draw the curtains?"
As he finished speaking, he remembered that when his migraine flared up, his eye pressure would rise and he would be very sensitive to light. So he lowered his head and forced himself to calm down and not think about anything shameful!
After Jiang Du drew the curtains, he stood a meter away from the bed and said with reverence, "Madam, please go to sleep first. I will take care of your injuries."
Ling Wu remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence.
Although Jiang Du is a ruthless person, he is indeed very capable.
However, compared to the two children, what Jiang Du did was insignificant.
He Cheng's beloved son and daughter, He Tinglan and He Tingyao, are the real devils.
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