Buzz——
Nangong Qingxue's head suddenly buzzed, her vision went dark, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
She subconsciously held onto the table beside her. This man who had always obeyed her in everything now wanted her to kneel down?
"Do you really have to treat me like this?"
Her voice was trembling like never before, and her delicate hands tightly grasped the collar of her clothes. The secret ice silk fabric of Taiqing Palace made a sound of being unable to bear the weight under her fingers.
His chest heaved violently, and his breathing became a little rapid.
"What do you want?"
Li Lingge turned around after hearing that. He casually raised the chain in his hand. The silver chain flashed a cold light between the two of them, and then he suddenly let go.
clang——
The sound of the chains falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the silent hall. Nangong Qingxue's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sound seemed to hit her soul directly.
"Since you don't want to, you can leave now."
When Li Lingge turned around, the wide sleeves of the black royal robe brought up a breeze, brushing across Nangong Qingxue's pale cheek.
He walked out of the hall, his boots making crisp sounds on the jade tiles.
The footsteps were like a death warrant, and every step weighed heavily on Nangong Qingxue's heart.
She looked at the figure walking away and suddenly realized that this was her last chance.
Once he leaves this palace...
Nangong Qingxue's nails dug deep into her palms, blood dripped through her fingers, and a bunch of sad and beautiful red plum blossoms bloomed on the ground.
Countless images flashed through her mind: the cold eyes of the Taiqing Palace Master, the ridicule of her fellow disciples, and the cries of the boys and girls she used as medicine before they died.
This 'necklace' has already been worn and the humiliation has been endured. If I give up now, won't everything just now be wasted?
"stop!"
Li Lingge's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and every step seemed to step on Nangong Qingxue's crumbling dignity.
The next moment, his slender fingers were already on the gilded palace door.
"Stop right there!"
Nangong Qingxue's voice suddenly rose, but there was a barely perceptible tremor at the end of the tone.
She stared intently at the departing figure, and the secret Ice Soul Qi of Taiqing Palace leaked out uncontrollably, freezing the ground within three feet of her feet into an ice mirror, reflecting her current miserable appearance.
Her hair was disheveled and her jade hairpin was hanging sideways. Where was her dignity as a goddess?
Li Lingge pretended not to hear anything and applied a little force with his fingers, causing the palace door to make a slight sound.
A gentle breeze blew into the hall, blowing away the last neat strand of hair on Nangong Qingxue's forehead.
"Please, please!"
This cry of pleading was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it made Li Lingge stop his movements suddenly.
He turned around slowly and saw a scene that he would never forget.
Nangong Qingxue's long eyelashes trembled violently, and a tear hung in the corner of her eye, about to fall.
Her luxurious moon-white skirt spread out on the ice like withered petals. Her jade-white hands tightly grasped the silver chain, and her knuckles turned blue from excessive force.
With an almost inaudible sound of kneeling, her straight back finally bent and her knees hit the ice heavily.
Snap——
It wasn't the sound of ice breaking, but the sound of her pride and dignity being completely shattered.
Nangong Qingxue felt dizzy, as if she had fallen from the clouds into a bottomless abyss.
Her identity as the goddess of Taiqing Palace, her status respected by everyone, and her spiritual heart cultivated over many years were all reduced to dust in this kneeling.
Chaos flowed in Li Lingge's eyes as he stared quietly at the goddess kneeling on the ground.
"If you had been so sensible earlier, why would you have suffered so much?"
"Remember this feeling." Li Lingge stood still. "From now on, your pride, your dignity, your joys and sorrows... all belong only to me."
Li Lingge seemed to be waiting for Nangong Qingxue's action, but in fact he had already sunk all his thoughts into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
There, Zhao Lingzhen, who was suppressed by him, had no idea what was happening outside.
Crash——
In his sea of consciousness, Li Lingge deliberately let go of the perception of Zhao Lingzhen's soul.
Zhao Lingzhen's soul suddenly struggled violently, and the originally dim soul fire suddenly soared three feet high.
'Open your eyes and take a good look.'
Li Lingge's spiritual thoughts turned into thousands of fine threads, and everything in the outside world was clearly projected into his sea of consciousness.
'This is the unattainable goddess in your heart.'
Her thoughts were like a poisonous snake, entwining Zhao Lingzhen's soul, and her voice was filled with cruel pleasure.
'What do you think she looks like now?'
"ah!!!"
Zhao Lingzhen's soul burst into a shrill howl, and huge waves suddenly rose in his sea of consciousness.
His soul began to twist and deform, sometimes turning into the third prince's original handsome appearance, and sometimes turning into the hideous face after taking over another body.
However, even with his rage, he was unable to break free.
"Thief Li! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"
With every curse, Zhao Lingzhen's spirit became dimmer.
In the real world, a sneer appeared on Li Lingge's lips.
He nonchalantly hooked his finger at Nangong Qingxue: "Come here."
These two words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through Nangong Qingxue's last bit of self-esteem.
Her lower lip, which was bitten so tightly that blood was seeping out, still forced herself to show a submissive expression.
The slender fingers dug deep into the palm of his hand, using the pain to stay awake.
She warned herself frantically in her heart.
"The Taiqing Palace's 'Nine Nether Cold Soul Art' still lacks the last three levels. Once I have mastered this technique, I will make this beast pay."
Images of revenge began to emerge in her mind: skinning and pulling out the tendons of the man who humiliated her, suppressing his soul under ten thousand year old black ice, and making him suffer from the pain of cold poison gnawing at his heart every day!
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