Jia Xitong was rummaging through the surrounding rooms, trying to find anything usable to make do. She thought the imposter was still inside the palace, but it turned out this person had come in from outside.
In the original story, Shang Yanting grabbed her by the neck as soon as he entered the room, and Jia Xitong didn't even have time to react.
"I……"
Jia Xitong realized that this lunatic was impossible to reason with.
She abruptly took two steps back, staring intently at him.
A sinister and tyrannical gaze.
Those eyes...
Something suddenly flashed through Jia Xitong's mind, but she quickly lost the ability to think of anything else. A powerful surge of cultivation energy was violently stirring her consciousness and altering her memories.
“You are Xitong, and your favorite person is Shang Yanting.”
"yes."
Jia Xitong initially wanted to protest, but she didn't expect to hear such a conversation. Of course she liked Shang Yanting; with her host so close, who wouldn't like him?
The voice remained silent, coldly continuing its description, "You like this Shang Yanting..."
A long string of forced, artificial memories appeared in her mind.
Shang Yanting is Shang Yanting, but it seems that he has changed his target.
Although the two look exactly alike, Jia Xitong can tell the difference between them at a glance.
Her memories were being altered. What was supposed to be being chased by the Shang family together with Shang Yanting became being with Xiao Shang; what was supposed to be going to the Holy Capital Academy with Shang Yanting also became being with Xiao Shang; real and false memories were pieced together, and Shang Yanting's memories were gradually being erased from her mind.
Jia Xitong panicked a little.
Who's so perverted? messing with other people's memories!
"He is the person you love most."
As the voice rang out, the image of Xiao Shang appeared in Jia Xitong's mind.
nonsense!
I love my host the most.
Jia Xitong was struggling against the voice in her head with all her might. Changing a person's memories and perceptions is not an easy task, especially when a person is determined.
However, this is useless to Shang Yanting in the original story.
Before the demon god, all are but ants.
No matter how strong Jia Xitong's will was, she was not a god. Every point she raised in rebuttal deepened the imprint that Shang Yanting had planted in her mind, until her consciousness crumbled and she was almost driven to madness.
"He is the person you love most."
"The person I like is him."
"He is the person you love most."
"He is the person I love most..."
"who is he?"
"He is..."
A look of confusion crossed Jia Xitong's eyes. Yes, who is he?
"He is your master."
"He's my...director?"
"Yes, he is your only master."
"He is my only director."
Jia Xitong read along with him, word by word. Shang Yanting coldly looked at the dazed person in front of him. Compared to the joy of hypnotizing her, he felt more anger buried deep in his heart.
He wouldn't even bother with a relationship that was built on falsified memories.
With a bang.
In the original story, Shang Yanting closed the gates of the Demon Palace once again.
The sound of the door closing finally woke Jia Xitong from her nightmare. She stood at the door for a moment, wondering what she was doing there.
What was she about to do?
Oh, right, find some clean bedding and tidy up the side room next door.
For some reason, there wasn't a single silk quilt in the huge palace.
Jia Xitong was completely unaware of what had just happened, yet she was behaving as normally as before.
Until night
She was lying on the hard, dusty bed when she suddenly sat up abruptly and slammed her fist into the bed.
What's going on?
Why should the director sleep in a big house on a soft, comfortable bed, while she has to make do here in such a miserable way?
Aren't we all each other's angels?
Jia Xitong sat on the dark, cold bed, growing angrier and angrier with each passing thought. Finally, unable to contain her anger, she grabbed her blanket and stormed to the gates of the Demon Palace. That night, the gates of the Demon Palace were knocked on for the first time.
"Open the door!"
"Open the door!"
"Open the door, Director!"
Jia Xitong pounded on the door, her tone menacing. "Don't think you can stay inside and not come out. I know you're in there. Director, you..."
In the original story, Shang Yanting couldn't stand her knocking on the door from the outside, and finally the door was opened.
Jia Xitong stormed in, dragging a quilt with her, causing Shang Yanting inside to frown slightly. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Sleeping."
As she spoke, she threw the quilt onto the oversized jade bed in the room, but when she discovered that the quilt on the bed was better than the one in her hand, she threw the ordinary quilt that she had painstakingly carried over onto the ground.
She went up by herself.
Shang Yanting frowned slightly as he watched her actions. "Get out."
"I don't."
Jia Xitong glanced at him, then chose her favorite color from the four quilts on the bed.
He wrapped himself in the blanket and lay down.
Feeling comfortable.
"Get out of here immediately."
Shang Yanting frowned, and his voice became heavier, "Do you still know your own identity?"
As a servant, you should get out right now!
"I won't!"
Jia Xitong suddenly became aggressive, saying, "Do you think you're so great just because you're the director? Don't take advantage of my favor to act recklessly."
Jia Xitong turned to the side, facing away from him, and said, "I advise you to treat me better, or I'll go and choose another handsome and gentle young man."
Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was stunned.
This was not quite what he had imagined.
Shouldn't we be completely obedient and subservient to the people we love most?
How dare she talk back? She's like a little rascal.
In the original novel, Shang Yanting glimpsed other people's memories, and it seemed he also suffered from intermittent amnesia. The love between Shang Yanting and Jia Xitong did indeed involve one person being completely subservient and obedient, but that person was Shang Yanting!
He arbitrarily altered other people's memories and almost drove Jia Xitong crazy. The original author, Shang Yanting, had no idea what kind of mischievous little devil he would encounter.
morning
Jia Xitong, who woke up naturally, stretched her back.
In the original story, Shang Yanting sat cross-legged on a futon in the palace. He didn't actually need to meditate, but because Jia Xitong took his bed, for some unknown reason, he sat there all night.
Good morning, Director.
Jia Xitong yawned, then walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains.
The sun was shining brightly outside. Its rays streamed in through the window, instantly brightening the dim room.
"Close it."
In the original story, Shang Yanting frowned and scolded upon birth.
"Director, you are a cultivator, not a vampire. Sunbathing will be fine."
As Jia Xitong spoke, she drew the curtains wider, then saw the mess on the floor. "Director, you didn't clean the room yesterday?"
In the original story, Shang Yanting stared at the blanket that had been lying on the floor all night, veins bulging on his forehead. "You threw that there."
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