Rouge was finally at ease and began to cast her spell as the Imperial Preceptor chanted incantations.
The execution ground began to operate, and a continuous stream of power flowed into her body, like a sudden awakening. Rouge abruptly opened her eyes: "Young Master Bai, that's enough!"
Gongzi Bai smiled calmly. "Rouge, take my immortal roots and immortal power, and go and act on behalf of Heaven."
The Imperial Advisor sensed something amiss and rushed over, sword in hand. Rouge turned abruptly and swiftly chanted a killing incantation. Unexpectedly, the seemingly ordinary incantation possessed extraordinary killing power; the Emperor and the Imperial Advisor instantly coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Behind him, Gongzi Bai had already fallen to the ground. A celestial being who has lost their immortal power has only one path: death.
Rouge hurriedly took out the immortal root from her sleeve, choking back tears as she said, "Young Master Bai, please eat this, it's an immortal root I planted..."
He gently turned his face away.
“Rouge,” he said softly, “one of us must face calamity and be reduced to ashes.”
What?
Rouge's eyes widened in disbelief. "Liar! It's all a lie! I altered the Book of Love, that's why I should be the one to suffer the calamity!"
“Fool, the Book of Love was destined to be changed anyway,” he smiled weakly. “The continuation of the Hehuan’s fate is not about her fate with the Emperor, but about our love.”
To Rouge's astonishment, Young Master Bai mustered his strength and slowly recounted everything about Hehuan.
It wasn't until he became the Heavenly Lord of Love that he realized the joy of union was merely a destined calamity in his life, destined to end tragically. This guilt kept him awake at night.
When the Jade Emperor learned that he had developed mortal desires, he was furious. Only after the gods earnestly persuaded him did the Jade Emperor grant him a chance to repent.
It turned out that the spirit of the mimosa tree had been entangled in the tree for several days; half of its spirit was taken away by the underworld officials, while the other half remained attached to the mimosa tree. Therefore, Rouge also represented another love tribulation for Prince Bai. The Jade Emperor promised that as long as he could capture Rouge's demonic spirit and overcome this love tribulation, he could continue to be the Heavenly Lord of Love.
She inadvertently altered the Book of Love, thus continuing the bond between her and him. As long as he can sever that bond, as long as there is no trace of Hehuan left in this world, then he will still be a supreme immortal.
Even though he knew it was just a wisp of a soul, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
It's because he can't forget her. He can't forget her every smile and gesture, her beauty that captivated him like a gentle spring breeze; in the end, every flower and leaf evokes her image. In his past life, he couldn't give her happiness; in this life, he's willing to sacrifice everything to commemorate her.
"Rouge, you can finally become an immortal." Gongzi Bai smiled faintly and reached out to gently stroke her face. His pale complexion did not diminish his elegance in the slightest.
"No, I don't want to become an immortal!" Rouge was heartbroken, burying her head in his chest. "Young Master Bai, I only want you..."
But he could no longer hear her cries. Gongzi Bai's body gradually became transparent, and finally, through her tearful eyes, it turned into smoke.
【end】
In April, the mimosa flowers bloom.
Everyone says that the mimosa tree in the palace has become a mimosa fairy. However, what is truly astonishing is that the color of the mimosa flowers is no longer the alluring and vibrant color of previous years, but rather as pure white as snow.
It's like someone's black hair turning snow-white overnight.
It's also like a promise—to grow old with you.
A Mountain Ghost Among Flowers / By Wood String
1
Jimo raised a little mountain spirit.
The mountain spirit was caught by Ji Mo outside the window. According to her, it came to repay a debt of gratitude. However, the little mountain spirit had tiny arms and legs, and didn't look like it could repay a debt of gratitude at all.
However, she was easy to take care of, so Jimo treated her like a pet.
Every morning, people in Jimo practice swordsmanship. Their morning practice begins as the first rays of dawn illuminate the earth.
Ji Mo's sword practice was incredibly dashing, graceful as a startled swan and a swimming dragon, every movement radiating light.
The little devils in Jimo's family were all perched on the wall, chattering excitedly: "Young Master is so handsome!"
"So ethereal!"
"Wow, so handsome!"
...
The little mountain spirit was also secretly spying, using invisibility. Wow, that uppercut was so cool! Wow, that backflip was so cool! Wow, that fall was so cool too!
The little mountain spirit, loving everything about Jimo, thought everything Jimo did was beautiful. The little mountain spirit's fair face flushed.
Ji Mo dropped his longsword, prostrated himself on the ground, and stared blankly at the fleeting cloud. What was on that cloud—
After standing up, Ji Mo summoned a servant: "Go to the Mu family and ask if she has returned."
The servant left, and Ji Mo also sheathed his sword and departed.
The little mountain ghost was biting his nails behind him. This was the first time in a hundred years that Jimo had not finished practicing his sword technique. What was wrong with him?
The little mountain spirit has been spying on Jimo for over a hundred years.
A hundred years ago, Ji Mo was a handsome young demon; now he has become the dashing Young Master Ji Mo. The little mountain spirit looked dejectedly at her chubby little hands, but she hadn't reverted to her appearance from a hundred years ago.
Thinking of this, the little mountain spirit couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards the clan leader. She was clearly already an adult, but because of him, she had become a child again. But then she thought about it again, and her resentment wasn't so strong anymore—if it weren't for the clan leader, she wouldn't have met Ji Mo.
The little mountain spirit breathed a long sigh of relief, and after dispelling her invisibility spell, she became lively and energetic again. She flew back to Ji Mo's courtyard, and the moment Ji Mo walked in, she excitedly pounced on him: "Ji Mo, Ji Mo, you're back!"
Ji Mo squatted down and carried her inside.
He brought out a plate of plum blossom cake and a plate of osmanthus cake. The little mountain ghost sat in his lap, munching on the plum blossom cake and getting crumbs all over him. Ji Mo cleaned up the crumbs and served the osmanthus cake: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."
The little mountain spirit immediately pouted and said pitifully, "Ji Mo, do you dislike me?"
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