Chapter 41 Love Potion Saves Wife (*^ω^*)
Gu Zhi blinked blankly, and after a long while, she turned to look at Song Heyu, "Where did he come from?"
Song Heyu calmly raised her chin, "On the top of the artificial mountain."
"So neither of us noticed him?"
"Um."
Guzhi: "..."
He jogged to catch up with Xiao Bumian, lowering his voice: "How did you know we were here? There wasn't a sound. You must have made a mistake?"
Xiao Bumian's lips curled up slightly. "I can smell it."
"Oh, oh," Gu Zhi nodded. He didn't believe it and was about to turn around and walk back when suddenly a thick fog rose up all around. The milky white fog swept over the pavilions and towers like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the entire princess's mansion.
Gu Zhi suddenly stopped and turned to look at Song Heyu, her face filled with shock. "Is he a dog?"
Song Heyu's sword sheath struck him mercilessly on the head, and she sighed helplessly, "Shut up."
This sword strike was quite forceful; Gu Zhi let out a howl, clutched his head, and jumped away.
The boundless moonlight, with only a single full moon hanging silently in the sky.
Xiao Bumian pushed open the door and stepped into the inner room.
As the candlelight flickered, Mingjian stood quietly to one side, blood dripping from his fingertips.
Rong Yunzhi pressed one knee against the back of the demon, a thin sword held across its neck, the demon's profile obscured by shadows.
Xiao Bumian's gaze swept over the mess in the room, finally settling on Ming Jian's blood-stained palm.
His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Finally caught him," Gu Zhi said, entering with his sword drawn, his boots crunching over the runes scattered on the ground. He chuckled in exasperation, "You made us search for so long."
As he spoke, Gu Zhi walked to the formation, squatted down, and lightly lifted the demon's chin with the tip of his sword.
"Get out of my way!" the monster suddenly turned around and roared.
Gu Zhi was startled, but finally saw his face clearly and exclaimed, "It really is you, Song Yao."
Monster… Song Yao struggled violently on the ground, “I’m not Song Yao!”
He was punched back to the ground by Rong Yunzhi. "Did I give you permission to move?"
The room fell silent instantly.
Gu Zhi shook his head and clicked his tongue, advising, "Save your breath, this soul-locking formation was set up specifically for you. We went to great lengths to lure you out."
Song Heyu looked down at her with lowered eyes and asked in a cold voice, "You say you're not Song Yao, then who are you? Where is Song Yao now?"
"Hahaha," Song Yao coughed up blood and said bitterly, "That good-for-nothing is long dead. I don't care if he's Song Yao or Li Yao, this body is mine now."
"As for who I am, I am nothing but a lost soul."
Mingjian, who was listening from the side, frowned and asked, "Why did you become the 'Wedding Dress Curse'?"
The moment Song Yao heard Mingjian's voice, his body stiffened slightly. He slowly turned his head and stared at Mingjian.
Then he caught a glimpse of Xiao Bumian bending down to bandage Mingjian's wound, the blue silk ribbon wrapped around his fingers glaringly bright.
“Heh…” He suddenly chuckled, his voice hoarse, and looked at Xiao Bumian, saying, “No wonder I hate you so much even though I’ve only met you a few times.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bumian slightly lifted his eyelids, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, as if a Bodhisattva seated on a lotus throne were looking down upon ants.
Mingjian's heart tightened suddenly as he realized that Song Yao knew Xiao Bumian was a demon.
Afraid that he would say it aloud, he gently tugged at Xiao Bumian's sleeve and used telepathy to tell him to run away immediately if anything seemed amiss.
Xiao Bumian: "Oh."
He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the ribbon, tying it up and down repeatedly, as if he were performing some important ceremony.
Mingjian: "...?"
I don't know where Xiao Bumian's problem comes from.
Besides, didn't Xiao Bumian just heal the wound on his palm with his spiritual power?
"Is that the point?" Gu Zhi slapped Song Yao's head with her sword sheath and smiled. "Who cares if you hate Xie Hanwei or not? I hate him too. I asked you to answer my junior brother's question, are you alright?"
Mingjian's lips twitched.
Song Yao could see the full moon hanging on the treetops outside the house, its cool moonlight pouring down.
He smiled, gazing at the full moon outside the window, the moonlight casting a cold hue on his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face: "It's just an equal exchange." He grinned, revealing his bloodstained lips. "They offered their hearts, and I granted their wishes. It's fair."
"Fairness? Aren't you just indiscriminately killing innocent people?" Gu Zhi was speechless. "How many of those brides who died tragically truly deserved to die?"
"What do you know?"
"Oh right, you know the most."
The two were still arguing when Mingjian suddenly asked, "So what did Song Yao exchange with you for?"
The room suddenly fell silent.
After a long silence, Song Yao parted his blood-stained lips and said, "I didn't know before tonight, but I do now."
Mingjian's heart skipped a beat.
The full moon outside the window had been swallowed up by dark clouds at some point, and thick, inky demonic energy spread throughout the room, consuming the last ray of light.
Mingjian's heart was pounding like a drum, and he wanted Gu Zhi and Song Heyu to leave quickly.
Suddenly, I realized that something was choking me, and even breathing became difficult.
Everything was pitch black; I couldn't see anything.
"Xie Hanwei?" he called out urgently in his mind, but he couldn't even hear Xiao Bumian's breathing.
In the darkness where all five senses were lost, only Song Yao's hoarse laughter echoed.
"Your Highness, if you don't come out soon, I will truly be annihilated." Song Yao cracked his wrists, the bones making a chilling sound. "You're right, this Immortal Venerable Hanwei is indeed very weak on the night of the full moon."
Mingjian was stunned, his mind went blank.
Your Highness?
Which prince?
The next moment, a female voice that was all too familiar said, "These four are the biggest variable. Deal with them as soon as possible and kill them."
It was Rong Yunzhi's voice.
Mingjian felt as if a basin of water had been poured over his head and toes, his blood had frozen, and his ears were ringing.
The chill seemed to climb up his spine to his shoulders.
His thoughts became extremely chaotic at this moment.
How could it be Rong Yunzhi?
He recalled Rong Yunzhi's radiant smile and innocent naivety in the past, which seemed so different from the woman speaking to him now.
Mingjian had suspected many people, from the Prince of Anling at the beginning, to Zheng Wenlang's former fiancé Bai Zhang, the male prostitute Yuzhu, and even the steward of the princess's residence. He had also suspected Rong Yunzhi's husband, who was not in the city. But he never suspected Rong Yunzhi.
This is Princess Yunyue, who is revered by the people of the city.
“Your Highness, the young man you are to marry is not suitable.” Song Yao’s voice, tinged with a frivolous laugh, was exceptionally clear in the darkness.
Rong Yunzhi glanced at him and sneered, "Bai Zhang, have you fallen for someone else?"
Song Yao—or rather, Bai Zhang—sighed dramatically, “Your Highness, please don’t wrong me. I only love Wen Lang. It’s just that this young man is the obsession of this body. The original owner of this body had too deep an obsession, and if it’s not resolved…”
He paused, "I'm afraid I'll be tormented to death by this obsession before I even get to see Wen Lang."
Mingjian was stunned again.
Not again?
So the merman inside Song Yao's body is Bai Zhang, Zheng Wenlang's ex-fiancé?
Mingjian recalled that gentle and refined scholar from Yunliu Academy.
It's really impossible to connect the two of them.
What happened later that turned him into the way he is today?
What do you want to do?
Bai Zhang said, "Heh, this good-for-nothing was willing to let me possess his body back then, just so that this young man would fall in love with him. I remember that Your Highness seems to have a pair of love gu called Love Gu. I planted the offspring gu on this young man, and left the mother gu with me, so that I can make this young man fall in love with me unilaterally."
Rong Yunzhi sat down on a chair to the side, holding a small white bottle in her hand. Suddenly, she changed the subject and said with a smile, "However, Bai Zhang, although this is in the Mirror of Rewind, she has shown you Zheng Wenlang's death again, and this time you killed him with your own hands. Don't you really hate her?"
A dark glint flashed in Bai Zhang's eyes. He said, "Your Highness, if I hate her and want to kill her, what will you do?"
Rong Yunzhi toyed with the white jade bottle in her hand. Upon hearing this, her fingertips paused, and she sighed softly, "Then... naturally, I'll kill you."
“Hahaha,” Bai Zhang said with an expression that seemed to confirm his suspicions, “That’s why I hate her. She is one with you. In order to make these cultivators destroy your hard work, she lured them here step by step. But she didn’t know that we also used her. Otherwise, it would still be difficult to gather so many cultivators together.”
Rong Yunzhi didn't speak, but just stared at him for a long time.
She then tossed the love potion in her hand to him.
"To ensure that this love potion is implanted in his body, you need to have something that he personally gave you. Do you have that?" Rong Yunzhi asked.
“Of course I have it,” Bai Zhang said, pulling a porcelain bottle from his robes. The bottle was still stained with dried blood. “That good-for-nothing asked the young master for a bottle of wound medicine. I’ve kept it all this time.”
Mingjian: "..."
He had no idea how these two could so brazenly discuss these schemes in front of him.
They seemed very confident in their abilities.
Do you think only the two of them are awake?
He also said that Song Yao had inexplicably asked him for wound medicine back then, was he waiting for him here?!
Could he actually fall in love with this person because of this love potion?
Mingjian was filled with despair.
He sensed Bai Zhang's footsteps approaching.
Bai Zhang seemed to glance at Xiao Bumian first, then turned to Rong Yunzhi and asked, "Is Your Highness certain that this Immortal Venerable Hanwei has truly fainted?"
Rong Yunzhi's red lips curved slightly. "In this Mirror of Reversal, apart from the merfolk, the cultivation levels of both demons and cultivators will be greatly reduced. Moreover, tonight is the night of the full moon. That lord has no reason to lie to me. His strength has already been weakened by eight or nine-tenths. Even if he is the Cold and Subtle Immortal Venerable, he is nothing more than a fish on a chopping board."
"Alright, do we still need to set up an array for this love potion?" Bai Zhang shifted his gaze back to Ming Jian.
"Okay, hurry up. I'll take the other three out first," Rong Yunzhi said.
Bai Zhang nodded.
For a moment, only Mingjian and Baizhang remained in the room.
Although Mingjian couldn't see, he could sense Bai Zhang taking a few steps back, and the flow of demonic energy in the room suddenly became viscous. Something was stirring deep within his bloodline, as if it wanted to burst out of his body.
Mingjian screamed for help in his mind, "System! Ahhh! Help!"
The system panel flashed frantically: [Ahhh, host, wait for me! I'm looking for a solution too!]
Mingjian burst into tears, crying, "Hurry up!"
If I had known this would happen, I would never have given him that bottle of wound medicine even if it meant my death!
Suddenly, his right hand rose uncontrollably. An invisible thread wrapped around his wrist, and a cold sensation spread through his veins.
Just as he was in despair, the fragrance of crabapple blossoms suddenly filled the air.
A pair of icy hands wrapped around him from behind. As the moon-white wide sleeves fluttered, the demonic energy receded like a tide.
Mingjian stared blankly down at the sight of a red thread wrapped around his wrist, the other end tied to Xiao Bumian's hand. Within the red thread, two Gu worms were swimming along the meridians.
Mingjian was slightly taken aback.
“I’m sorry,” Xiao Bumian said, the ribbon in her hair fluttering slightly, a gentle smile on her lips, her eyes lowered. “I forgot to tell you, I also smelled a very unpleasant odor on that prince.”
His tone was casual, as if he were just discussing today's weather.
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