Chapter 591
After all, aside from the merchants, Wen Xin has no grudge against Fang Xingyan now.
The fact that he used her in her past life hadn't happened yet. If she showed hatred towards him now, well, she didn't think the ghosts and gods would suspect anything, but it would be quite troublesome to explain.
If she gets jealous, won't she be the one with the headache?
Wen Xin didn't want Him to misunderstand that she had any feelings for Fang Xingyan.
However, this doesn't mean she'll let them off the hook.
In reality, Wen Xin's indifference and lack of attention were the real death knell for Fang Xingyan and Shang Ruru.
Who told those two brilliant minds to recklessly court death during the day?
There's no way that ghosts or gods could let those two leave the old house intact.
But putting Shang Ruru aside, it's highly unlikely that Fang Xingyan, this godfather, can be killed in one go.
But it's okay if she doesn't die this time. Once her brother wakes up, she can take her antique husband, who has been staying at home for thousands of years, out to see the new world, and while she's at it, dig a few big pits for Fang Xingyan.
Wen Xin refused to believe that his protagonist aura could withstand her and the ghosts' repeated suppression.
In this life, Fang Xingyan only has two paths: death or a fate worse than death.
Those who toy with other people's feelings and lives will eventually get their comeuppance.
The same applies to the four major families, the merchants, and Fang Xingyan!
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After washing up, Wen Xin lay on the bed and looked out through the screen. The candlelight had dimmed considerably, and her figure was reflected on the screen, quiet and still, which made her feel at ease.
He said he would stay with her, and that meant he would stay with her all the time, never leaving her side.
The girl's eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and a sweet smile graced her lips as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
She thought tonight would be a beautiful dream.
The next morning, when Wen Xin woke up, He was still there.
She blinked, the drowsy look in her eyes fading.
Memories of last night are flooding back...
The girl suddenly threw off the covers and came out in her soft slippers.
The "ghost" was meditating on the Luohan bed, and had already opened his eyes when she came out.
Seeing that she came out wearing only her nightgown, he twitched his brow and got up to go over to her.
"It's chilly on the mountain this morning. Why didn't you wear proper clothes before coming out? What if you catch a cold?"
As He spoke to her in a low voice, He conjured a dark brocade robe out of thin air and draped it over her.
Unlike His cold body temperature, His outer garment was warm.
Wen Xin looked up at Him with a smile, sweet and obedient, like dewdrops rolling on flower petals in the morning, "Good morning."
"Ghost God" swallowed hard, then lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. "Good morning."
The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her smile was so beautiful it seemed unreal.
I only wish that every morning when I wake up, each other will be by my side.
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When Mo'er brought breakfast with her maids, she saw that another ghost was still in the young mistress's room, and the whole ghost was instantly paralyzed with fear.
No, could it be that this gentleman stayed here all night?
Mo'er was so shocked by her own guess that she gasped in shock.
Although the two ghosts and gods are of the same soul and body, something still seems a little off.
After all, these two personalities of the adults don't really get along.
When the deity awoke, he discovered that another deity had taken advantage of his slumber and taken the young lady for himself... well...
Mo'er's forehead was covered in cold sweat; the old house and they were in grave danger!
Looking at the young mistress who seemed to know nothing, Mo'er hesitated, but under the terrifying gaze of the "ghost god," she could only lower her head and retreat miserably.
The plight of wage earners is truly unbearable.
When gods fight, mortals suffer... That's all there is to it.
Wen Xin noticed Mo'er's unusual behavior and asked the man beside her, puzzled, "Is Mo'er really alright?"
A crazy ghost's words, "What does this have to do with me?" stuck in his throat. Hmm, he couldn't appear too cold-blooded in front of the young bride.
He coughed lightly, "It's probably because the fake...He was sealed away, which affected the other...people in the old house."
Wen Xin didn't doubt His words, "Is that so? Then let them rest for a while."
He was the first to raise his hand in agreement, and tenderly held the girl's soft hand, saying, "I can take good care of you all by myself."
Wen Xin blushed slightly and scolded him, "I'm not a three-year-old child. I don't need to be taken care of all the time."
"It is a husband's duty to take care of his wife."
"...Dinner's ready!"
This man keeps flirting with her, really.
Meanwhile, Mo'er was struck by lightning upon receiving the holiday notice. Had another master already begun to eliminate the Ghost God's confidants around the young mistress?
The old house... is something about to change?
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After breakfast, a certain crazy guy, taking advantage of the situation, happily led the young bride for a walk in the old house.
The two were like a newlywed couple, deeply in love and cherishing each other the most.
Crazy critic of ghosts and gods: Nonsense. He has always loved the little bride. He's not some hypocrite. Maybe he'll be a scumbag in the future.
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Xiao Jin: "..."
I've never seen a secondary personality that so ruthlessly destroys the primary personality.
"Although this ancient mansion was built by the four major families to suppress and steal my fortune, they didn't dare to be careless in its construction. Its size is modeled after my former palace, but in terms of feng shui, it's arranged as a yin dwelling..."
The "ghost" led Wen Xin by the hand as they walked through the garden, giving her a deeper explanation of the history of the old house.
Wen Xin glanced at the direction of the Star-Picking Tower, "Some folk tales and unofficial histories say that you spent countless amounts of money and manpower to build the Star-Picking Tower for your own enjoyment."
"Ghosts and Gods" gave a cryptic laugh. "What do you think?"
Wen Xin shook her head. "I don't know the truth of that history, but I believe you are not."
His gaze drifted into the unknown distance. "At the beginning of the great war, He naively tried to negotiate with the Heavenly Realm to avoid the devastation of the world. The Heavenly Realm demanded that He build a magnificent Star-Picking Tower to receive the Heavenly Realm's envoys before they would talk."
In the end, it turned out that all of this was just a conspiracy by the heavens, and that they were just playing with Him.
He knew the outcome, yet he still stepped right into their scheme.
At that time, Emperor Shang Heng was compassionate and benevolent, taking the well-being of all people as his own responsibility. He would do anything to save the human world, and in the end, he even gave up everything he had... How foolish!
That kind of magnanimity is something that the other "He" will never understand or accept.
Wen Xin couldn't help but squeeze his hand, her eyes filled with worry.
The "ghost" gently stroked her brow. "Do you also think He is stupid?" Wen Xin shook her head. "No, you were just fulfilling your responsibilities."
She didn't possess the grand ambition to save the world, but she held it in the highest esteem.
The former human emperor Shang Heng was worthy of his status and responsibilities as the supreme deity on earth. His boundless love made him the greatest god.
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