"He is my husband."
Her eyes looked even stranger. For some reason, she always felt that the person in front of her, with his head bowed respectfully, seemed a little... excited?
As expected, as soon as she said this, the other party suddenly raised his eyes with even greater excitement, then stared at her with a complicated expression, pursed his lips, and hesitated as if with great difficulty:
"I wonder if, Your Majesty, could you... excuse me for a moment?"
"..." She just wanted to gather her soul quickly and then practice her own little world.
Seeing the other party looking at her silently, Judge Bo immediately said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. With the Lord God's order, I will personally help Your Majesty gather the soul!"
"...You, seem to be a judge."
What you mean is, this is not your business, right?
Shen Wuyou thought, why not just rush into the Samsara Department? She heard the ghost messengers whispering to this person, "Judge!" Could it be that there were some conflicts between the various departments in the underworld, and they were starting to compete for sales?
"No, no, no, Your Majesty, you don't know. Although I am a judge and have no control over matters of reincarnation, I am also the Queen of the Underworld. When it comes to gathering souls, I am more skilled than the old lady from the Reincarnation Department!"
She spoke so confidently, recommending herself. In her heart, she kept praying to the old lady, full of apologies: "I'm sorry, sister! I'll take this god away!"
Shen Wuyou looked at her deeply and thought: Is this underworld also causing trouble in the workplace?
But looking at her face, she couldn't say no: "Then please lead the way, Madam."
Although she didn't know why the Judge also served as the Queen of the Underworld, seeing those ghost officials were always respectful and there was nothing unusual about them, perhaps this was just the way the underworld was.
They entered the Palace of Hades, and after the Queen of the Underworld had dismissed all the ghosts, she suddenly let herself go, casting aside her dignity, and stared at her with the eyes of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, her eyes becoming brighter and brighter as she looked.
Just as Shen Wuyou's brows were slightly furrowed by her gaze, she suddenly spoke, her sparkling eyes filled with gossip—
"God, please tell me how you two met. I... uh, sorry, sorry, I got so excited that I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bojialuo, and I'm that brat's elder sister."
Now, it was Shen Wuyou's turn to be confused.
She stared blankly at the energetic and graceful woman in front of her, and felt that... she was very different from the gentle and virtuous sister described by the Bhagavan.
She was doubtful and asked directly.
Unexpectedly, the other party laughed without taking it seriously, sat across from her with a plate of cakes, and complained indignantly:
"Isn't it because the world places too many restrictions on women? These notions of virtue and virtuousness, of being a lady from a noble family, they oppress us so much that we can't even breathe! They teach us such lousy etiquette that we can't even straighten our backs, we have to bend over, hold our chest in, walk with a lotus step, and smile without showing our teeth..."
From her confession, Shen Wuyou learned about her sister's rough life:
Originally, Bogala was different from other girls. Other girls learned to pick vegetables, be tolerant, and do needlework since childhood; but she was different. She was interested in climbing trees, catching birds, setting traps, and catching wild game.
When she was old enough to go to school like the boys in the same village, she was unwilling to stay in the boudoir to learn needlework and embroidery. She loved to run to the window to listen to the teacher reading, and then imitate them, writing and drawing on the ground with the tree branch, with great interest.
There were always some gossips in the village criticizing her for not looking like a girl, but she never cared. She was happy to learn to read and write, which broadened her mind and horizons.
As she read more books, she began to think about making a big career. However, as a woman with a beautiful face, no matter what she did, people would always point fingers at her and even say dirty words behind her back, disturbing her.
She was too lazy to argue with others, but she forgot that her parents were ordinary villagers. What she could endure, her family might not be able to endure. She saw her father secretly shaking his head and sighing, and her mother secretly wiping away tears...
She made them sad, so from then on, she learned to hide her true feelings, all about needlework and virtue, all about being virtuous and kind, all about being gentle and virtuous, all about being a role model for women...
It doesn't matter, she is fine with it. As long as they are happy, she doesn't care.
Therefore, in order not to make his parents sad, the nine-year-old Bogala had to hide his passion deep in his heart.
But who knows, there will be unexpected changes in the weather.
When she was twelve years old, she was washing clothes one day and her appearance was noticed by a painter. He was so amazed that he collected her paintings in an album. Later, the painter met with an accident and the album was lost to a slave.
The young slave was struck by the beauty of the people in the paintings, who looked like fairies, so he decided to present the album to his master to make some plans for himself.
But when the owner saw the portrait, he knew he was not worthy of it, so he planned to use this girl to contact high-ranking officials.
The high-ranking officials flattered the emperor and presented him with a beautiful woman in order to seek power.
So, by some strange coincidence, she became the emperor's favorite woman...
Power is really a good thing. Once the order was given, countless people went door to door to search for this woman according to the address in the album.
Naturally, the people in the village did not dare to offend the powerful, so they gave her away.
When she got married, her parents told her to be patient in everything she did and not to displease the emperor.
But she didn't want to be a resentful woman in the harem. The red walls and green tiles, the four corners of the world, had locked up countless women and buried countless infatuations.
Every muscle and every feature was of the utmost beauty. She stood there gazing into the distance, hoping for the good fortune to come. Some had not been able to see her for thirty-six years.
They were once the apple of someone's eye, raised with love and care... but gradually they turned into pathetic women who only knew how to intrigue and ruined their lives for a man who didn't love them.
Bhagavata had great ambitions in his heart and naturally did not want to be confined to this position.
Therefore, she planned to bribe people from the neighboring village to pretend to be bandits, pretend to rob the bride, and then fake her death to escape and gain freedom.
Unexpectedly, the bandits who came were real, vicious and evil. Just when she was forced into prostitution and wanted to commit suicide, Hades appeared. Oh no, he was just the Demon Lord at that time.
The demons were unruly and didn't like being disturbed while resting, so they took care of the bandits and rescued her.
When Bogala saw that the man was murderous but did not kill innocent people, he guessed that he was not a bad person, so he wanted him to take her away, anywhere, as long as she was not discovered by the officers and soldiers and was not captured.
But the Demon Lord at that time was not interested in helping her. When she was about to leave, she suddenly had an idea and hurriedly said that she could help him govern the demon world.
Although she had never seen a demon, she knew a few of their characteristics based on folklore and written records. The black aura lingering around him was terrifying yet overbearing. She suspected it was the demonic energy from the books. This person possessed such a surge of demonic energy, yet acted with such swiftness and determination, she reasoned. He must be a high-ranking official in the demonic realm, she reasoned.
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