Chapter 106 The Grand Wedding (Part Two)
In the evening, Lu Zhaoxin took out some wine and enthusiastically poured a full glass for the two of them.
Lu Zhaoxin rolled her eyes at her: "Why are you such a spoilsport? We're just happy to hear the good news today, of course we should have a drink."
Oh... that's fine then. Anyway, she actually quite likes drinking. If it weren't for her brother keeping an eye on her, she would have been craving it a long time ago.
Since he's not saying anything now, it seems he's probably tacitly agreeing, so let's just go with the flow.
After Mu Meng watched Lu Zhaoxin pour wine for her, he then carried the heavy wine jar and poured wine into the wine cup in front of Mu Qingheng with a "glug glug" sound.
Seeing that the cup was almost half full, she quickly reached out to stop him: "Hey, that's enough, that's enough. My brother has just recovered, don't let him drink so much. And why are all your wine cups so big? This cup is as big as a whole pot from the Celestial Clan."
Lu Zhaoxin scoffed, "Of course, this is the Ghost Realm, not as refined as the Celestial Realm. Your etiquette is so elaborate and meticulous, those wine cups the size of a finger, one sip wouldn't even be enough to cleanse a tooth gap."
Despite his words, he stopped what he was doing. However, Mu Qingheng smiled and said, "It's alright. It's rare for Lord Ghost King to be in such a good mood. This little bit of wine is nothing."
After saying that, she looked at Mu Meng and nodded slightly, patted her hand and whispered, "Mengmeng, don't worry about me."
Mu Meng grasped his hand in return and asked to confirm, "Is it really okay?"
Mu Qingheng chuckled softly: "Really, I'm not that delicate."
"This is outrageous!" Lu Zhaoxin slammed the wine jar on the table, speaking sarcastically and forcefully, "You two are going too far! Put it away right now, are you trying to kill me with sourness?"
Mu Qingheng glanced at him, his dark, clear eyes gentle. Mu Meng couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're wrong, you've gotten used to it and forgotten to restrain yourself. Brother Zhao Xin, let's talk this out, don't break the wine jar."
Lu Zhaoxin patted his large wine jar and said proudly, "This is my treasure, a graded spiritual artifact. It's not so easy to break it."
Mu Meng asked, "What kind of magical artifact?"
"It turns out it was for taking care of wandering souls and insignificant demons."
Mu Meng stared at the wine jar in astonishment: "Pretended to be a wandering ghost? And a demon? How disgusting!? No... why didn't you wait until you finished drinking before bringing this up?"
Lu Zhaoxin retorted confidently, "Who told you to ask? I always answer questions. Oh, it's alright, don't be disgusted. I wash this stuff after I stop using it, and I've brewed it several times. It's fine, it's alright."
Then he looked at Mu Qingheng and asked, "So I'll just fall down?"
Mu Qingheng smiled, "Yes, it's rare to have a lonely soul to drink with. Thank you for your trouble."
Since he said so, Lu Zhaoxin poured Mu Qingheng a full glass without any hesitation.
**
This drinking session was arguably the most enjoyable one Mu Meng had ever had in his life.
The wine had a sweet and spicy flavor with a slightly mellow aftertaste. She had always enjoyed drinking it, but her older siblings had always kept an eye on her, worried that drinking too much would harm her health, so they always limited the amount she drank. Later, because she didn't want to interfere with her cultivation, she never drank it to her heart's content.
With everything going smoothly and her brother being unrestrained, Mu Meng drank all the wine that Lu Zhaoxin poured for her.
But Mihu wasn't truly drunk; she vaguely overheard her brother's conversation with Lu Zhaoxin:
Lu Zhaoxin said, "Mengmeng is drunk."
He seemed to be smiling, but there seemed to be some other emotion in his smile, which was hard to hear clearly.
The older brother hummed in agreement: "Yes, the little girl likes to drink, but she doesn't know the proper limits. Oh well, let's indulge her this time."
The next moment, Lu Zhaoxin gently put down his wine glass, as if he had discovered something new and interesting, and said with some excitement, "What is this little girl grinning about? To be honest, she's quite fun when she's drunk."
Her brother seemed to lean closer, as if he were looking at her closely. Finally, he laughed and said, "Whether she's completely drunk or half-drunk is another matter. Maybe she's drunk but still somewhat lucid. Lord Ghost King, be careful with your words. Be careful that you don't secretly make a mental note of this."
"That's right," Mu Meng thought with a cold smile. She had already remembered Lu Zhaoxin's mockery.
They drank for a while longer, then remained silent for quite some time.
Mu Meng stared blankly, sitting obediently in her seat, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart pounding faster than usual. However, she appeared perfectly normal, only a little more dazed than usual.
A moment later, I heard them start talking again.
It just seems that the topic is no longer focused on her.
Lu Zhaoxin said, "Your Highness and I hit it off immediately, and I regret not having met sooner. Your Highness's character and magnanimity are truly admirable. I felt the same way when you were using the alias Zheqing."
The older brother did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "Your Excellency Ghost King is too kind. I have made mistakes in the past, and compared with your innate uprightness and integrity, I am truly unworthy of the word 'admiration'."
"Your Highness is too modest. Here."
After a brief clinking of glasses, Lu Zhaoxin spoke again, but this time his voice suddenly became low and somber.
Mu Meng was already in a daze and couldn't hear clearly, so this made him even more confused.
Lu Zhaoxin's voice broke into several segments, vaguely drilling into her ears: "I originally thought there was plenty of time... there was plenty of time for this matter, no need to rush. But I never expected... in the end... never mind, I was too confident, and I still lost in the end."
Mu Meng forced himself to stay alert and pondered seriously: What did he lose?
"I was unlucky; I met her right when you were here... Everything was a mess back then..."
"Although she was moved at first sight... she could only suppress her thoughts, as it was not the right time. But the longer she delayed, the more she realized that there was no such thing as a good time... she just... dragged it out, and in the end, she had no chance."
He sighed, his voice as soft as a breeze: "You're back, but I've lost my chance..."
A gust of wind rippled across the lake, but the ripples were brief before the lake returned to calm.
Mu Meng shifted his body and changed his posture.
Those faint, helpless sounds reached her slightly buzzing ears, like a foreign language; she could only barely make out parts of a sentence, a jumbled mess.
The older brother's voice was even lower; all that could be heard was that he was speaking, but not a single word could be understood.
Feeling a bit bored, Mu Meng unconsciously hugged Mu Qingheng's arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and lazily rubbed against him.
The older brother seemed to chuckle softly, his voice revealing his deep affection and doting love. "Mengmeng is sleepy."
Lu Zhaoxin laughed, "Yes, I thought this little girl was a heavy drinker and must have a high alcohol tolerance, but after letting loose today, I realized she was just bluffing."
They both said these two sentences clearly. Mu Meng lifted his eyelids and looked at Lu Zhaoxin across from him: "Let me correct you, I'm tired from drinking, not drunk."
“Oh, that makes sense, that’s right,” Lu Zhaoxin said with a serious expression, “Your Highness is so bold and generous that she could not possibly get drunk. I am far inferior to you and I concede defeat.”
Mu Meng raised his hand: "No problem."
Then she felt a slight tremor in the chest of the person beside her, as if he were chuckling softly. His strong arms embraced her, making her feel both safe and warm.
Lu Zhaoxin said a couple more words, and his brother responded with a sound. In the hazy sound, he only heard him say, "Take her back to rest."
When consciousness returned, it was the cool night breeze that brought back a bit of clarity.
Mu Meng rubbed his eyes and found himself being carried horizontally in Mu Qingheng's arms. He held him very steadily, and he couldn't feel any bumps. It seemed that he was going to take him back to sleep.
"Brother, what time is it?" Mu Meng asked.
"It's almost midnight, why are you awake?" Mu Qingheng tightened his arms around Mu Meng, pulling her closer to him, his voice low and gentle, "Are you feeling cold from the wind?"
Mu Meng rubbed her cheeks: "I'm not cold at all. I actually feel a bit hot. And I don't think I fell asleep."
Mu Qingheng laughed again, without refuting, but simply leaned in and gently pressed his cheek against hers. His eyes seemed to encompass the Milky Way and the stars, making the night sky pale in comparison, all the light and brilliance poured into his eyes.
Their eyes sparkled, their love almost tangible. Mu Qingheng lowered his head and passionately kissed the corner of Mu Meng's eye and the tip of her brow.
Mu Meng felt a little ticklish, smiled with her eyebrows curved, raised her two slender arms and hugged his neck: "Brother, what were you and Lu Zhaoxin talking about? You were talking so softly, I couldn't hear you."
The night breeze gently carried his smiling voice to his ear: "It's nothing."
"No, you're kidding me. Although Lu Zhaoxin is a gossip, you're not. You can talk to him for so long, there must be a story behind it."
Mu Meng's eyes sparkled, completely unaware of how attractive she was: "Tell me about it."
Mu Qingheng's heart stirred, and she said softly, "I'll just say you're an unparalleled good girl."
Mu Meng exclaimed in disbelief, "It's rare to see Lu Zhaoxin actually praising me."
This time, Mu Qingheng only smiled and remained silent. He stepped into the room, carefully placed Mu Meng on the bed, and reached out to touch her still slightly hot cheeks.
Mu Meng grabbed his hand: "Brother..." She had only called out once when she couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep with her head turned to the side.
Mu Qingheng chuckled, took her small hand in his, gently opened her palm, and slowly pressed his cheek against it: "Mengmeng, I'm so lucky."
...
Inside the main hall, Lu Zhaoxin was still at the table.
He then picked up an extra-large wine jar, drank for a long time until it was empty, and then placed it together with the already empty wine jar.
His eyes and brows were clear, and there was not a trace of alcohol in his breath. No wonder he had been drinking for many years; he could drink as much as he wanted without getting drunk.
Lu Zhaoxin rested his chin on his hand, his eyes fixed on the two wine jars side by side.
A moment later, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled, reaching out to pat one of the wine jars: "Congratulations, Mengmeng, you're going to marry the person you love. In all the time I've known you, this is the happiest and most childlike I've ever seen you."
Then, he glared at the other wine jar with great dissatisfaction, and flicked the edge of the jar with his finger, saying, "You got a good deal."
He snorted twice: "You're really getting off easy."
After saying that, Lu Zhaoxin touched his nose and chuckled, realizing how childish and silly he had been.
After letting out a long sigh, Lu Zhaoxin picked up the wine glass on the table. There was only one sip of sake left in the glass. He stared at it for a long time, then silently tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
The room was filled with the clear and mellow aroma of wine, and the night wind blew gently, carrying a touch of melancholy and loneliness.
The wind pierced through his thoughts, swirling and soaring towards the sky.
Mengmeng, I like you, I really like you.
I was afraid of putting you in a difficult position, so I never mentioned it.
...
...
Mu Meng and Mu Qingheng went to the southwestern desert mountains three days later. In order to take Sheng Yuanting's feelings into consideration, they deliberately did not use their spiritual power to speed up their journey. The two traveled slowly and it took them more than ten days to reach the desert mountains.
The southwestern desert mountains are remote and often haunted by evil spirits, making the area unsettled. Unless there is a major disturbance, no major clans will usually intervene. Minor disturbances occur every three to five days, and over the years this has become a common occurrence.
However, since they approached the southwestern region, they have not smelled any evil spirits or even the slightest bit of malevolent energy along the way.
Mu Meng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Brother Sheng is truly remarkable. If we stay any longer, I'm afraid he'll eradicate all the evil spirits here and wipe them out completely. The feng shui in the southwest has been bad for hundreds of years, and it looks like he's going to set things right all by himself."
Mu Qingheng agreed: "With such a clean cleanup, there probably won't be any more demonic disturbances here for the next five hundred years."
"Although life goes on, for a long time to come, they'll have the desire but not the courage to do it. I reckon that if Brother Sheng's name were to be mentioned, they'd all be keeping their tails between their legs," Mu Meng pondered. "When I get home, I'll have to mention it to my father, asking him to promote Brother Sheng and stop trying to find him a wife all the time. If he really wanted to find a wife, why would he be running around all the time?"
Mu Qingheng put his arm around Mu Meng's shoulder and chuckled, "Father is also anxious. General Sheng is even older than me, and he still hasn't settled down."
He thought for a moment and said, "However, this matter cannot be rushed. We must wait until General Sheng himself has the intention. He should be promoted. He has served as the Xuan Tian General for many years and has made outstanding military achievements. In fact, he is already qualified to be promoted to the Protector of the Heavenly River General."
Mu Meng nodded: "That's right. It's just that the Heavenly Clan has a rule that the Guardian River Generals hold great power and are rarely sent out to exorcise demons and evil spirits. That's why Brother Sheng has always been unwilling to be promoted. Actually, he is the same. He only needs to tell his father or sister, and even if he becomes the Guardian River General, he can still be allowed to go out and do what he wants. Besides, those are all good things."
"General Sheng is a loyal and upright man, so he never makes any demands."
With a sigh, Mu Qingheng turned his head and smiled, "So he still needs Mengmeng to put in a lot of effort."
Mu Meng smiled and was about to reply when she suddenly saw Mu Qingheng's brows furrow, and he quickly turned his head to look to the side, while subconsciously turning slightly to block Mu Meng's view.
"What's wrong, brother? Is something the problem?" Mu Meng noticed that Mu Qingheng's expression seemed a bit off; his brows and eyes were deep and even somewhat solemn.
Mu Qingheng said in a deep voice, "Something's strange."
Mu Meng quickly scanned her surroundings, took two steps forward, and stood beside Mu Qingheng: "Brother, did you sense something around us? But I didn't notice anything unusual... Is it a troublesome enemy?"
Because he had not yet figured out the situation, Mu Meng kept his voice very low.
She knew that although her spiritual power was already at its peak in this world, making her a first-rate expert, she was still somewhat inferior to Mu Qingheng.
Mu Meng thought that if only her brother could sense the enemy, but she couldn't, then the enemy's spiritual power was truly remarkable, and the enemy must be very difficult to deal with.
Just as she was lost in thought, Mu Qingheng grasped Mu Meng's hand, dispelling her doubts. "Mengmeng, don't be nervous. We're not facing each other. It's just that there's a vague aura over there that I find a bit strange."
He whispered a few words of advice to Mu Meng, then took a few steps in that direction, seemingly sensing the surroundings carefully, before turning back a moment later.
Mu Meng quickly grabbed his hand, "Brother, what did you find out? What exactly happened?"
“That person’s spiritual power is not high, it can even be considered meager, but it seems…” Mu Qingheng paused for a moment, “that he carries the aura of the demon race.”
Mu Meng's eyes widened in surprise: "Demons?"
Shouldn't the demon race have been extinct long ago? Back then, she and Mu Qingheng joined forces to eradicate the demon race completely, and later Brother Sheng cleaned up the battlefield. Logically speaking, apart from Feng Xixue, there shouldn't be any demons left in this world.
Mu Qingheng lowered his eyes slightly: "This person's aura is unfamiliar; I have never seen him before, so he should not be someone I know. Perhaps he is a hybrid demon who has become a demon after birth..."
After saying that, he immediately shook his head in denial, "No, it shouldn't be like that. If he had really survived the suffering of demonic possession, his spiritual power would not be so low."
Upon hearing this, Mu Meng frowned and thought for a moment: "Perhaps some were overlooked back then. If the spiritual power is too weak to pose a threat, perhaps..."
“No, Mengmeng,” Mu Qingheng guessed what Mu Meng was going to say after listening for only half a moment. “He must have a spiritual spell attached to him. This spell is extremely cleverly cast to cover up his aura. Otherwise, this is General Sheng’s territory, and he would not have failed to detect this person. Moreover, Mengmeng, your spiritual power is unfathomable, yet you also failed to detect him. If it weren’t for me… that we are of the same lineage, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have discovered his whereabouts today.”
Looking into his deep, worried eyes, Mu Meng whispered, "Brother, if you're worried, we'll go and take a look."
Mu Qingheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll go by myself. You wait for me here."
“That won’t do,” Mu Meng said, as if worried that Mu Qingheng might leave at any moment. She immediately gripped his hand tightly. “We have to be together.”
She smiled and gently shook his large hand: "Brother, if this person is truly nothing to worry about, why would I be afraid of him? On the other hand, if he is incredibly skilled, then I certainly can't let you face him alone."
Her gentle eyes shone like stars, and Mu Qingheng had no choice but to give in, whispering, "Alright, then be careful and stay behind me."
...
Mu Qingheng held Mu Meng's hand tightly and followed the scent to find it.
Mu Meng followed him silently and tried to sense things carefully, but in the end, she gained nothing.
She couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: her brother's feelings were probably correct; he was sure he wasn't wrong about the person's weak spiritual power. But judging from this, his shielding spell was far too powerful, even able to deceive her. Even now, as they drew closer, she still couldn't detect any demonic aura.
After walking a few dozen steps further, one could vaguely see a house ahead. In front of the house were many medicinal flowers and herbs, as well as several weeping crabapple trees, which were very beautiful and fragrant.
A little child was sitting under a tree, playing happily by himself.
Seeing Mu Qingheng stop, Mu Meng turned to look at him, then whispered uncertainly in his ear, "Brother, could it be him you sensed?"
Mu Qingheng paused, then said, "It was him."
This… Mu Meng touched his nose.
She had been on tenterhooks the whole way, fearing something might happen. After all, the troublesome monster she had encountered before had shown her how vast and strange the world was, and it was hard to say whether it would be another crisis.
As the tension subsided, Mu Meng's curiosity flared up: "What's going on? A demon child? He's so young, he shouldn't be a mixed-race demon, right..."
Mu Qingheng hadn't spoken since he saw the child, until Mu Meng asked the question. He then cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Mengmeng, he is from the Yuxin branch."
Mu Meng was taken aback.
Yu Xin Yi is a pure-born demon.
Back then, there were very few branches of the Jade Heart Sect of the Demon Clan, and she knew only a handful of them. Moreover, judging from her brother's tone, he wouldn't have acted this way if the person wasn't someone she knew.
Since he showed such an expression, he must have already determined the identity of the owner of this place.
After a moment of stunned silence, Mu Meng clapped his hands and smiled, "Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, this is a joyous occasion. Brother, in that case, why don't we go in and pay him a visit?"
Mu Qingheng thought for a moment and said gently, "You should go, Mengmeng. If we're really talking about old friends, I feel ashamed in front of them. I'll wait for you here."
Mu Meng said, "Brother, don't think like that."
Mu Qingheng smiled faintly, then glanced at the cozy little wooden house: "In the past... I was heartless and not a good master. If they had seen me, they probably wouldn't have been too happy. Now that they are peaceful and happy, it's better for me not to appear, lest I disturb their peaceful life."
Mu Meng glanced at Mu Qingheng, sighed silently, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke his cheek. Since he said so, she naturally respected his wishes, but hearing his lonely and regretful tone, she still felt a little heartache and pity.
She smiled and said, "Actually, they may not think that way... Anyway, they're doing well, so I'll be right back."
Mu Qingheng nodded. "Okay. Mengmeng, take this."
Mu Meng accepted the spiritual artifact handed to her by Mu Qingheng. It was a round jade bead, about half the size of her palm, that warmed to the touch, and could be carried around. She looked up in confusion and asked, "Is this the Floating Spirit Bead that Father gave us before?"
"Hmm," Mu Qingheng responded softly, "I didn't expect this to happen when I came here. I didn't bring anything else with me, so this will be a gift for the child."
"I see," Mu Meng smiled and said, "I know, you... really, just wait here for me."
"good."
Mu Meng walked over. The little boy sitting under the crabapple tree was playing happily by himself. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw a kind-looking stranger. He quickly patted the dirt off his hands and stood up.
He smiled, stood up straight, and asked very obediently, "Sister, do you need any help?"
Mu Meng couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. She half-squatted down to look him in the eye, pinched his snow-white cheeks, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
The little boy was a little shy, but answered very politely, "Sister, my name is Yu Yanjue."
Mu Meng nodded. She vaguely remembered that the surnames of the Fei Shi Xin branch of the Demon Clan were not fixed, and most of them had one surname per branch, but the Yu Xin branch all had the surname Yu.
She smiled and said, "Okay, but don't call me 'sister.' I'm your mother's friend, so you should call me 'aunt.'"
In an instant, the little boy's eyes lit up. "A friend of my mother? That's a distinguished guest. I've never seen my parents' friends visit before... You're the first one here. Xiaoyu will now pay her respects to Auntie."
After saying that, he knelt down respectfully with a "thump" and was about to kowtow to Mu Meng.
Mu Meng chuckled and quickly stopped him, "Alright, alright, don't stand on ceremony."
She picked him up, carefully patted the dirt off Xiaoyu's clothes, took out the Floating Spirit Pearl that Mu Qingheng had given her earlier from her bosom, and placed it in her palm along with her own. With a flash of light at her fingertips, she tied the two Floating Spirit Pearls together with a red thread, making them into the shape of a necklace.
Mu Meng smiled and placed the item in Xiao Yu's hand, "Take this and play with it."
Xiaoyu scratched her head, carefully holding the Floating Spirit Pearl, wanting to return it: "...Auntie, this has profound spiritual energy. Although I don't know its name, I can tell it's a treasure. It's too precious for me to take. If my parents find out, they'll beat me to death."
Mu Meng was speechless, suppressing a laugh as she gently took his hand, closed his fingers, and said softly, "I won't hit you, okay? Auntie will go and talk to Mother, alright?"
She glanced towards the door. "Is she home? Could you introduce me?"
Xiaoyu nodded quickly and politely led Mumeng to the front of the house. After knocking, a young woman opened the door: "Xiaoyu, you..."
She suddenly fell silent, staring unblinkingly at Mu Meng, before finally moving her lips after a long while: "Your Highness..."
Mu Meng smiled and said, "Long time no see, Lingwei."
Lingwei nodded blankly, looked Mu Meng up and down, and saw that she had a lofty demeanor, strong spiritual power, and a radiant complexion. She couldn't help but smile slightly: "Your Highness is a blessed person. Judging from your appearance, you must have had a good life these past years."
"Yes, I'm fine," Mu Meng said with a smile, taking Ling Wei's hand and looking at her updo. "You're fine too. I thought we would never meet again in this life, but I never expected to be reunited. When did you get married? I should give you a belated wedding gift."
Ling smiled and shook her head. She was not a stunning beauty, only somewhat delicate and elegant, but now that she was married and a mother, she had gained a gentle and dignified air, making her radiant: "Your Highness, what are you saying? Being able to see you again is the best gift."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence. Cang Bi looked at Mu Meng, his handsome face hardening. He took two quick steps, stood silently beside Ling Wei, and pulled the child close to him.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Her Highness the Celestial Princess. That makes sense." He bowed respectfully, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant.
Mu Meng nodded. She had met Cang Bi before and vaguely remembered that he was a special existence among the demons. Because he had a jade heart, he was very different from the other demons. He was both polite and thoughtful.
When they wiped out the demon race, only he and Lingwei escaped with their families. They never expected that when they met again many years later, they would be husband and wife.
Lingwei glanced at Cangbi and saw that he looked a little tense. She smiled and said in a low voice, "What kind of family of three is this standing by the door like this? Let the young prince come in and talk."
Cang Bi did not move immediately. There was some wariness in his light pupils. He looked at Mu Meng, his hands protecting his wife and children without showing any emotion: "Your Highness, what brings you here so suddenly?"
Mu Meng touched his nose, somewhat amused and exasperated: "Don't be nervous. Things have changed. The past is all history. I'm not going to do anything."
Ling chuckled softly and gently advised from the side, "Yes, Cangbi, the young princess is not someone who doesn't distinguish right from wrong. In the past, you and I fled far away from the battle between the Heavenly Demons, so she has no ill intentions in coming here today."
Mu Meng smiled slightly. Ling Wei had been with her for many years. Apart from her family, she was the person she had spent the most time with. It wouldn't be an exaggeration for her to call her "sister".
Not to mention that neither of them participated in the war back then, and Lingwei even owed her a debt of gratitude. Considering their past relationship, she would only protect them and would never do anything to harm them.
Besides, now that they are husband and wife, their jade heart has been transformed into a flesh heart, and they even have a child. She is overjoyed and happy.
Cangbi asked again, "Are you really not here to arrest us?"
Mu Meng replied firmly: "Absolutely not."
Cang Bi's expression relaxed slightly, though he was still a bit stiff. He glanced at Ling Wei and finally yielded to her, making way for Mu Meng to enter.
After entering the house, Lingwei told Xiaoyu to go play by herself, and then pulled Mumeng aside to talk. Cangbi hurriedly prepared tea, brought it over, and sat down next to Lingwei, holding her hand without saying a word.
Mu Meng knew what was going on at a glance.
Very well, now including him, there are three demons in this world who have developed flesh and blood... No, we should also include Lingwei. They look so loving, they must have formed a bond together.
Perhaps Mu Meng's gaze lingered on their clasped hands for a while, for Ling Wei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly, "Does Your Highness find this a little unbelievable?"
“Indeed, there is some,” Mu Meng said with a smile. “It is already difficult for one person in the Demon Clan to fall in love. What is rare is that you two fall in love with each other and happen to be in love with each other, which avoids harm and allows you to fulfill each other.”
Lingwei stroked her cheek gently, "Actually, there were quite a few obstacles when I first fell in love, and we almost ruined our relationship. But fortunately, Cangbi and I are of the same clan and family. As our hearts gradually became more perfect, we realized that we didn't mean to hurt each other that day. It's just that the nature of the demon race is like this. Unlike other races, we don't feel tenderness and care first. We always have a strong sense of possessiveness first. It's really unfortunate."
As she spoke, she glanced at Cangbi, her face full of tender affection. Lingwei smiled slightly and embraced Lingwei, but when she looked up at Mumeng, the tenderness faded considerably.
“We are truly fortunate. Even our Holy Ancestor probably never imagined that one of his descendants would actually achieve such a fulfilling life. As for foreign tribes, if we cannot even understand each other, who else can we rely on?”
His words, though seemingly polite, were actually laced with sarcasm and barbs. Lingwei frowned slightly and gently nudged Cangbi.
Cangbi immediately shut his mouth and dared not say another word.
Mu Meng didn't care. She naturally knew why Cang Bi was like this, who his dissatisfaction was directed at, and for whom.
Lingwei sighed, her tone tinged with melancholy: "Yes, I've never heard of a demon who falls in love ending up well. Not to mention others, throughout the history of our demon race, the most tragic case is that of Lady Feng Xixue, and... sigh, it's truly pitiful."
She didn't mention anyone else, but Mu Mengxin saw right through her and pointed it out directly: "Lingwei, when you said those words just now, besides Feng Xixue, were you also expressing your feelings about Mu Qingheng?"
Cang Bi glanced at her, but because Ling Wei had just poked him, he didn't dare say a word and just gave her a lukewarm look.
Lingwei pursed her lips and forced a smile: "Alright, Your Highness, let's not talk about these things. Anyway, I'm relieved to see that you're doing well. How have you been lately? Have you gotten engaged yet? Is it to the second young master of Yunze Realm?"
Mu Meng lowered his head and smiled.
She really wanted to say that their demon ancestors could rest in peace. "Yes, it's already decided. The wedding day is May 17th. If you are willing to come, I will arrange everything. You just need to bring your husband and son."
"However, judging from Xiaoyu's appearance, your shielding spell is extremely well done. With just a slight disguise, no one will recognize her."
"Wait," Cangbi suddenly said, "How could you detect Xiaoyu's demonic energy? I have great confidence in my spells. No matter how high the spiritual power, it will never detect it. It will only reveal a slight trace in front of my own kind."
He turned to look outside and asked, "May I ask, Your Highness, who is the person who came with you?"
Mu Meng said casually, "Oh, that's my fiancé."
Cangbi's gaze was intense, and he seemed very uneasy: "I wonder if Your Highness would mind if I invited your fiancé in for a cup of tea?"
"Of course I don't mind."
As soon as Mu Meng finished speaking, Cang Bi bowed and turned to leave. She glanced at his back, then turned and took Ling Wei's hand, smiling, "Ling Wei, I haven't finished speaking yet. I wanted to ask... can Cang Bi and Mu Qingheng be considered relatives and friends?"
Lingwei hesitated, wondering whether she should continue the topic, but seeing Mu Meng's calm expression, as if he didn't mind at all, she nodded and said, "Cangbi was once the master's confidant. He respected the master to the extreme. If we were to call him a relative or friend, we would be too proud to ask."
She sighed, "Your Highness does not know that back then, the master could have easily killed us all, but he turned a blind eye to Cangbi and me escaping and spared our lives. He and I have been extremely grateful for the master's benevolence for many years."
Seeing that she was about to sigh again, Mu Meng quickly patted Ling Wei's hand: "Alright, I understand now. Since the two of them have some feelings for each other, they will become relatives and friends sooner or later. You and I have been together for many years, and our relationship goes without saying. Ling Wei, I wonder if you and your husband could do me a favor?"
Mu Meng was already smiling, and after she finished speaking, she revealed an even wider smile with her eyes crinkling.
Lingwei was a little bewildered by her carefree and straightforward manner, but she couldn't help but feel a fondness for her, and immediately nodded: "Of course, what kind of help is it? Please tell me, Your Highness."
"You used to be in the Celestial Clan, so you should remember that Celestial couples need to invite ten relatives and friends to make the Joyful Heart Cup before they get married, right? My brother and I are still missing two relatives and friends for this. Would you and Cangbi fill that gap?"
"Of course I didn't ask..."
Lingwei answered halfway, then suddenly realized what she meant and her eyes widened: "Brother?"
Mu Meng nodded, her eyes shining.
Brother... Relatives...
Lingwei shuddered: "Your Highness, that person outside the door is......"
Mu Meng nodded and smiled in acknowledgment: "My brother, who is also my fiancé, is Mu Qingheng."
Author's Note:
Think about it, who should go up and who should go down the first time?
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