Inside the palace, wisps of smoke rose from the purple-gold auspicious beast incense burner, their fragrance drifting into the hall and instantly soothing the soul.
As dawn broke, Yin Changling showed no intention of getting up. Despite not having slept all night, he was still full of energy.
He was overjoyed, but he could clearly feel that the little person in his arms was unusually cold, and even faintly exuded an aura of despair.
"How...is it?"
Before he knew it, Yin Changling had asked the question. As soon as he asked, he regretted it, wondering why he had been so impulsive.
He had clearly made up his mind not to give this woman a kind look, lest she become unruly and devote herself to other men.
Tu Shan Lingxi was still immersed in the pain of losing her loved ones and didn't listen to what Yin Changling was saying.
However, her heart ached more and more, and the belated pain made her realize that she had come to value Yi Changfeng so much.
Tu Shan Lingxi's eyes were vacant, and tears involuntarily spilled from the corners of her eyes.
The glistening tears on her pale, paper-white face made her look exceptionally fragile, as if a gentle touch would shatter her into countless petals.
"Stop crying, you're not allowed to cry anymore."
Yin Changling felt a pang of sadness and pain in his heart just by seeing her tears. He wished he could control her emotions and stop her from crying so pitifully.
His voice was so cold it seemed to freeze someone to death; the tyrant's ruthlessness was fully embodied in him.
And that's why, even though Tu Shan Lingxi was coldly rebuked by the man, she was finally able to hear his voice.
She opened her eyes, which were already swollen from crying, and looked at Yin Changling, tears still streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Yi Changfeng is dead."
"who?"
Yin Changling was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw her finally speak, but then he heard her say who had died, and his heart immediately jumped again.
He doubted his ears. Who was Yi Changfeng? Could it be that Xi'er had misremembered the Imperial Preceptor's name? But that shouldn't be the case.
Since Yin Changling had questions, he didn't keep them to himself, so he asked them again.
"Who is Xi'er talking about? I don't recognize her."
Tu Shan Lingxi shook her head, refusing to say anything more. She simply stared silently at the other person with her large, tearful eyes.
Silence speaks louder than words...
Yin Changling couldn't bear to see Tu Shan Lingxi silently weeping in his arms, especially since she didn't say anything and just kept crying.
He sighed helplessly and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his long, slender fingers.
What exactly do you want?
"I want...they to come back to life."
Tu Shan Lingxi sobbed as she spoke, the image of Yi Changfeng's dissolution flashing through her mind, an image she could not forget.
Perhaps the pain in Tu Shan Lingxi's eyes was too obvious, and even though Yin Changling had warned himself a thousand times, he still couldn't help but soften his heart.
However, even if he was soft-hearted, he didn't want to bear the pain of losing Tu Shan Lingxi. He didn't want to live that kind of zombie-like life anymore.
"You stay by my side obediently and don't think about leaving. I'll give you everything."
"You don't understand. He'll never come back. Yi Changfeng just disappeared from my sight, bit by bit, like ashes and his soul vanished."
Tu Shan Lingxi's voice was ethereal and elusive, just like her current state.
Her eyes revealed a sense of despair, the kind of helpless despair that comes from having nowhere else to turn.
Yin Changling felt a pang of pain in his heart upon hearing this. Although he did not know who Yi Changfeng was, he did know how that person had died.
this……
How can a person's soul be scattered?
Although it sounded too horrifying, Yin Changling knew that Tu Shan Lingxi had no reason to lie to him because of this person.
“The dead cannot be brought back to life. I know you are heartbroken, but there is still a possibility that Wan Qijin can be brought back to life. As long as you behave, I will help you revive him.”
Even if Yin Changling was extremely jealous, he knew that Tu Shan Lingxi was deeply grieved and was in a daze because of the death of someone else.
If he really doesn't revive Wan Qijin and doesn't give him a chance to be resurrected, Tu Shan Lingxi might not be able to survive.
Even though Yin Changling felt terrible, with jealousy gnawing at his heart like ants, he still made a concession at this moment.
"But...really?"
Tu Shan Lingxi finally heard the news she had been waiting for, but it was far too late.
She had already lost Yi Changfeng, causing him to lose his life, and she couldn't let anyone else disappear from her life.
Tu Shan Lingxi finally stopped crying, her eyes, which were already red from crying, staring straight at Yin Changling.
"Yes, I never break my word, but don't forget your place. You are my beloved concubine. If you can't do that, then there's no point in talking about anything else."
Yin Changling's expression was not pleasant. Even if he had figured it out, it didn't mean he didn't mind.
"I can do it, whatever my beloved concubine wants to do..."
Although Tu Shan Lingxi knew that the identities of the queen and the concubines were different, she did not yet have a definite understanding of it.
Therefore, instead of feeling humiliated, she asked Yin Changling with a clear (foolish) air.
Tu Shan Lingxi was determined that no matter how difficult Yin Changyin might make things for her, she had to get through it, otherwise—
Yi Changfeng's sacrifice was in vain.
Perhaps it was because her gaze was too firm, or perhaps it was because Tu Shan Lingxi's thoughts were too easy to understand, that Yin Changling could see through her at a glance.
Yin Changling felt a mixture of love and hate for her, and he said this almost through gritted teeth.
"To be my beloved concubine means to stay by my side and serve me in every way. During the day, you will be my servant and maid, and at night you will warm my bed and serve me. You must not have the slightest thought of disobeying me."
As Yin Changling spoke, his hands began to wander, slowly untying the woman's belt.
His voice was deep and seductive as he spoke to Tu Shan Lingxi, like a bewitching sea siren.
"Just like now, you can't resist anything I do to you..."
The man's breath hit Tu Shan Lingxi's neck, and his every move exuded domineering power, leaving no place for anyone to hide.
"itch--"
Tu Shan Lingxi couldn't stand the atmosphere. She grabbed Yin Changling's hand, but when she met the man's gaze, she pulled it back.
Her rebellious, animalistic nature began to surface. Normally, she would have ruthlessly driven the man away and loudly rebuked him.
When Tu Shan Lingxi is disobedient, she is truly disobedient. Even if Wan Qijin wants to touch her, he has to coax her. He has never felt so frustrated.
Her small hands curled up slightly, and by turning around, she successfully avoided the man.
"I...I want to sleep, I'm so sleepy..."
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