The cause and effect planted for her
The gradual loss of his five senses became a deep-seated, buried pain in Pei Qinzhou's heart. Nine lifetimes ago, the autumn he committed suicide for Wen Zhibai became his eternal curse…
"Is it worth it?" The ethereal voice roused Pei Qinzhou.
He returned to the spirit world once again.
"I like her, I like her a lot."
"If you become an immortal, all your love, hate, joy, and sorrow about her will vanish. If you fall into demonhood, you will be eternally burned by the desire to possess her to the extreme, driven mad by lust, and never have a peaceful day again."
"I choose the path that will allow me to remember her."
Trading eternity for a fleeting moment.
Without her, what difference would there be between a thousand years and a fleeting moment?
With blood as the bond, the cycle of reincarnation can be reversed.
The serpent spirit offers its scales; becoming an immortal means forgetting emotions, while falling into demonhood means indulging in lust.
Raindrops suspended in mid-air travel against the current, and the bloodstains that once stained the pure white petals gradually disappear...
The serpent contract has mutated, erasing all traces of the resurrected.
First resurrection: No trace of the covenant master was found. The spirit master needs to continue writing history and wait for the second resurrection.
Fourth resurrection: No signs of life from the Lord have yet appeared. The Lord needs to continue writing history and wait for the next resurrection.
"Still can't see you..." Pei Qinzhou looked at the words gradually appearing on the spirit contract, and fell silent for a moment: "Never mind, I'll wait for you."
Pei Qinzhou walked slowly to the outside of the study. After several days of continuous heavy snow, the world was covered in white.
He stood under the eaves for a long time, without moving an inch, until frost formed between his brows.
Heaven knows his intentions, and earth knows his heart. In each of Wen Zhibai's resurrections, he always has to face countless storms and snows alone, just like the state of mind he is in at this moment.
Several decades have passed.
The thin gauze curtains of the long corridor were fluttering in the wind, and the palace maids stood respectfully on both sides. At the end of the corridor was a jade table, where the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty was playing Go with his advisors.
Just as the game was about to end, Xia Chengen held the chess piece but hesitated to make a move: "Qinzhou, you and I have been playing chess together for half our lives. In the eyes of the people of Great Xia, you and I have a deep affection for each other, but only I know that you have never regarded me as your sovereign."
"Your Majesty, it's your turn."
"Only you would dare to be so disrespectful to me." The emperor was not angry, but laughed instead.
Pei Qinzhou had just placed a piece when he said, "If Your Majesty doesn't pay close attention to the game, we'll lose again."
"Hahahaha!" Xia Chengen laughed as he looked at Guangxi beside him and continued, "You helped me win the empire, so what does it matter if I lose half a move in the game?"
Just then, the Empress alighted from her sedan chair not far away and walked towards them with her cloak in hand.
“I just heard Your Majesty’s laughter. Sure enough, it was Lord Pei.” She draped a cloak over the emperor and said, “It’s cold. Your Majesty should remember to wear more clothes and take care of your health.”
The Emperor took her hand and sighed at Pei Qinzhou, "When you were young, I arranged marriages for you several times, but you refused, preferring to defy the imperial decree and prepare to be beheaded, saying you already had someone you loved. Now that you are old, you are still all alone. Do you regret it?"
“Your Majesty.” He raised his eyes and smiled, “My beloved is the best woman in the world. I will love her forever and wait for her for all eternity.”
But in this life, we were destined to be apart.
"Among all the loyal and loving people in the world, only I and Qinzhou are truly devoted." Xia Chengen sighed, stood up, took the hand of the person beside him, and left: "It's getting cold, Minister Pei, you should also go home and rest soon."
The emperor and empress walked hand in hand through the snow, their white hair intertwined.
Pei Qinzhou smiled without speaking, but told the person in his heart, "Zhibai, from now on, we will walk on the snow like this, returning home together."
In the vast expanse, only Pei Qinzhou remained, the snow piling up around his umbrella. It was as if he wasn't walking on the road out of the palace, but rather walking alone on a snow-covered path that stretched for nine hundred years without end: "In the next life, don't leave me all alone with my white hair."
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