However, when I arrived there, it was already a scene of devastation and ruin.
In the streets and alleys, there lay some listless refugees, their lives about to end, waiting to die.
There were also some pitiful eyes looking at me with helpless and desperate gazes.
My heart stirred with emotion.
Especially when I pushed open the door to that small courtyard.
But they saw Mr. Yuan still lying back in his armchair in his usual posture, with his eyes closed and his expression indifferent.
The cage in the plum tree was now empty, with no trace of bird feathers left.
The only koi left in the fish tank was already turning belly up.
The blooming plum blossoms drifted down in a gentle breeze, their petals falling gracefully.
It was as if he were telling the story of his life's loneliness and desolation...
I'm still a step too late.
He has already gone...
I forced a smile, feeling a little bitter: "Some people always appear in your life unexpectedly, and then disappear from your world without a trace."
But all I can do is lament how fragile humanity truly is.
Thinking back to the past with my parents, Zhou Lang, and Mr. Yuan in this small courtyard, the desolation, ruin, and loneliness before me make it feel like a lifetime ago, already a distant memory...
That past that can never be erased from my heart.
But it made me feel a sense of loneliness I had never experienced before.
I sat there in this small courtyard, lost in thought, for who knows how long.
Then I heard the wooden door in the backyard creak open.
It turned out to be the deliveryman, carrying a small bag of grain he had just brought back from outside.
They didn't seem to react much when they saw me.
But looking at Mr. Yuan lying on the chair, no longer breathing, her eyes reddened and she choked up: "Mr. Yuan gave the bottle of blood medicine you gave him to a poor, lonely little girl, but he himself fell ill and couldn't get out of bed. I just went to collect food, and he just passed away like that..."
Moved by this young man's emotional outburst, tears welled up in my eyes as well.
But he pretended to be cold and said, "Life and death are determined by fate. This is his destiny. He has been completely freed from his obsessions in this life."
Since it's inconvenient to bury Mr. Yuan's remains now, my brother and I decided to cremate him on the spot under this plum tree...
Staring blankly at the ball of fire, I asked the young man, "What are your plans for the future?"
He said he wanted to stay here and get through the difficulties together with the people here.
They even specifically asked me if I could think of a way to make more secret medicines and remedies to save the people here.
I gave a wry smile. He probably doesn't know that if I possessed magic, picking some flowers and leaves to save some of the people here would be an easy task.
However, my magic is now sealed. I'm afraid even if I drain my flesh and blood, I still won't be able to save the millions of people here.
However, when I returned to the prince's tent, a servant brought me an enormous brocade box and said it was sent by a young master named Ye Chen.
When I opened the brocade box, I saw that the old man, whose spirit had dissipated, was lying inside after returning to his original form.
The other note contained a note that roughly said Ye Ling'er had absorbed all the spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old ginseng, and he had asked someone to send the original form of the ginseng to her when she woke up at noon when her spiritual energy was at its weakest.
They told me that if I added this spirit to my blood, I could save the innocent people of this city.
I need to help this Prince Shi Ci ascend the throne and strengthen the dragon bloodline so that I can suppress the monster Ye Ling'er and prevent her from so rampantly disrupting the order of the human world and endangering the safety of the people.
Ye Chen!
I tore the note he left me to shreds.
Ha, he himself has no ability to suppress it, yet he tries to persuade me to help him suppress Ye Ling'er from becoming stronger.
He was like a plague; every time he appeared, he would bring me different pieces of bad news.
This time, the news is of the old ginseng man's sacrifice and death.
I really hate him to the core!
But I must avenge Zhou Lang; I cannot let that bastard Ye Ling'er continue to succeed.
Finally, I boiled the ginseng from the old ginseng master into a large bowl of soup and added my blood-nourishing medicine.
The people of the entire city were finally saved.
The city has finally regained its former vitality.
This prince's reputation has earned him the praise of the local people.
But I started spending my days drinking heavily, living a hazy, drunken existence.
That ink-stained ghost dwells in my heart day and night, sucking my heart's blood and cultivating its spiritual energy.
At night, it would follow me like a faceless monster, sit next to me, and often wander around in a daze.
I think he's more like someone with ADHD; he can't live without doing something.
That's all.
Because he kept consuming my spiritual blood, I became like a reincarnated starving ghost, eating and drinking excessively every day. Not only did my appetite increase, but my alcohol tolerance also kept growing.
Prince Shila, fearing that I would harm my health by drinking, drained the wine pool completely.
So stingy...
I think he's afraid I'll drink him out of house and home. I cursed inwardly!
Then I can only use Qingyan's money to buy wine.
He received quite a few sidelong glares from Qingyan.
The young prince also took this opportunity to hold a wedding with Princess Xiangyun in order to strengthen his current power.
I have met Princess Xiangyun twice.
All I could see in her eyes was arrogance and conceit.
It's hard for me to like it.
However, for every person who rejoices, there is someone who grieves.
On the day of the prince's wedding, Qingyan shamelessly stayed in her room, caressing a pair of wedding dresses that she had always treasured in her wardrobe.
With a sorrowful expression, she said, "This wedding dress is a needlework I learned for a very long time, and I pricked my hands countless times before I finished it. Now I will never have the chance to wear it again."
I couldn't stand her like this, so I grabbed the two large jars of wine and slammed them down on Qingyan's dark table with a "thump!"
"I'll give you two choices: one is to drink with me! The other is to snatch that prince back from the bridal chamber right now! Don't stand here like a coward, heartbroken and shedding tears! I'll look down on you!" I yelled at her.
She then carefully put away the wedding dress in her hand and glanced at me: "You stole my money again to buy wine!"
I smiled and took a swig of wine, saying, "What do you mean by stealing? I'm borrowing, understand? I'll pay you back!"
As Qingyan picked up the wine jar, she coldly retorted, "I don't think you'll ever be able to pay me back this money in your entire life!"
I shamelessly replied, "If I can't pay you back in this life, I'll pay you back in your next life!"
"cut!"
Qingyan and I grabbed the wine jar and started drinking.
As we drank, Qingyan and I started acting crazy while drunk.
I pointed to the wedding dress in her closet and said, "Your wedding dress looks really beautiful! Are you just going to leave it to gather dust? Why don't you be the bride today, and I, your groom, will be your groom?"
Qingyan, her eyes squinting from the alcohol, looked at her wedding dress and said, "That's right, we can't waste it! I have to wear it!"
So Qingyan innocently put on her wedding robe, covered her head with a veil, and dressed up as a bride, waiting for me to lift her veil.
I then rushed into the bridal chamber of the prince and Princess Xiangyun, who were about to undress, with a wicked grin, and knocked the princess unconscious with a wave of my hand.
Then, quite ruthlessly, he dragged this sickly-looking old man to Qingyan's boudoir...
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