Mu Run looked him up and down. "Your Dao roots are good. Focus on your cultivation and don't let these trivial matters distract you."
Fu Lu, "What if I only value these insignificant things?"
Mu Run lifted the brocade curtain of the carriage window to look outside, "That's your business."
Fu Lu's gaze as he looked at her gradually dimmed...
Mu Run continued, "If he has his own life now and has completely forgotten me, I will leave here and go back to where I belong."
"..."
"I apologize for everything that has happened during this time. If it has caused you any trouble, I hope I can compensate you with silver or other rare and precious materials."
Fu Lu's expression grew cold, and he said self-deprecatingly, "No need."
"Regarding the spiritual root... let's wait a bit." Mu Run lowered the curtain and turned her gaze to Fu Lu.
If Fu Yunchen and Feng Que are truly in love in this life, why should she continue to be the one to break them up?
Therefore, there is no need for her to remain in this world.
It's fine not to take the spiritual root.
As for the cause and effect of Su Xiao's murder and possession of the spiritual root, it will fall on Princess Pingyang and the Seventh Prince, and be punished by Heaven.
To be honest, she harbored a sliver of hope that the Memory Pearl had truly dissolved within Fu Lu's body, and that he was indeed the reincarnation of Fu Yunchen. But Yunchen's awakening and marriage to Feng Que made her think again. Fu Yunchen had once been estranged from her because of Feng Que. He did love Feng Que, didn't he…? And that was why she didn't want to stay any longer.
...
Since Mu Run and Fu Lu had said during the day that the matter of the spiritual root should be put on hold for the time being, she didn't think too much about it at night and went to bed early.
But she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
A tall figure stood by the bed, holding a ball of shimmering light in his hand, which also reflected his exceptionally cold face.
"Fu Lu?" Mu Run's voice was still a little sleepy and hoarse.
"I've retrieved my spiritual root." He showed her the dazzling spiritual light in his hand.
"...What about the Seventh Prince?"
"He's dead."
Mu Run's body froze instantly.
Fu Lu raised his hand and channeled a stream of spiritual energy into Mu Run's mind. "Sorry, you can sleep a little longer."
Mu Run fainted.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Mu Run's soul awoke from the darkness. She could hear nothing, feel nothing, only endless darkness surrounding her.
She called out, "Fu Lu, where are you?"
The darkness suddenly cracked open, and a hand carrying light grabbed her and pulled her out of the darkness.
"How are you?" Fu Lu leaned down to observe her expression, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Mu Run looked at Fu Lu, and after a while, she managed to stand up and replied, "I'm fine. What about your spiritual root?"
Fu Lu nodded. "It's back in your body."
Mu Run, "...I said let's take it slow, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Lu sat down on the stool by the bed. "I just picked up the spiritual root on a whim."
Mu Run was puzzled. "Just doing it on the spur of the moment?" Didn't he kill the Seventh Prince?
Fu Lu poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. "The palace is very lively tonight."
"Lively? I hope no one rebels." Mu Run took the warm water glass and guessed casually.
Fu Lu looked at her. "Yes. The Second Prince was tricked into having an affair with a concubine in the harem, and the Emperor found out. Thinking that he had no chance of inheriting the throne, he simply forced his way into abdication."
"It's not that I can't understand it. Who plotted against him?" Mu Run took a sip of water to moisten her throat, and found it sweet, probably because honey had been added. Her eyes warmed involuntarily.
Fu Lu reached into the backrest of the bed and placed it behind her to make her more comfortable.
Mu Run accepted it readily, asking, "Who is it?"
Fu Lu replied, "Who killed me?"
This "I" is naturally not him, but Jiang Hongyuan. Mu Run looked at his face, which was similar to Jiang Hongyuan's yet somewhat different.
"So, Your Highness, what was the final outcome?"
Fu Lu looked at her and said, "I came back after retrieving the spiritual root."
"..." Mu Run was stunned, not expecting that in his eyes, she was more important than those major treasonous matters. She didn't believe he didn't have the ambition to become emperor, otherwise why would he want to replace Jiang Hongyuan?
"If what you say is true, the Seventh Prince is dead, and the Second Prince and the First Prince are also gone. That leaves only you and the young Eighth Prince among the adult princes."
"I am not a prince."
"Jiang Hongyuan is a prince, so you are too. Actually, none of that matters. The question is, do you want that position?" Mu Run asked, her gaze fixed on his handsome features.
"Guess." Fu Lu met her gaze meaningfully.
"I want to," Mu Run replied, following his words.
Fu Lu smiled faintly, neither saying yes nor no.
Mu Run thought of her spiritual root, "Wasn't it said that I had to have surgery to implant a spiritual root? Why don't I feel any pain?" She touched the back of her neck with her hand, and it was smooth, with no abnormalities.
Fu Lu replied, "Just break the skin on the back of the neck; there's no need to slaughter the pig."
"..." Mu Run rolled her eyes and said angrily, "You're the pig."
Fu Lu stood up. "I have things to do. You should get some rest."
"What benefits would it bring you to be the Human Emperor?" Mu Run asked.
Fu Lu put the stool aside and straightened the corner of her blanket. "The Human Emperor is actually a Dao—the Dao of the Emperor. It's just that the Dao of the Emperor has been difficult to master since ancient times."
"Aren't you a sword cultivator?"
"Only those with a sword are sword cultivators; what about those without a sword?"
Fu Lu lowered his eyes, finished speaking, and left.
Looking at his deep and solemn figure, Mu Run suddenly remembered the young master of Fuxi Manor who was severely injured and crippled during his training... What had he been through?
After the spiritual root returned to her body, it was like a fish returning to the sea. Not only did Mu Run feel no discomfort, but her body also became full of vitality, as if she had inexhaustible energy.
"In that case, let alone declining, living to a hundred years old is not a problem." He stretched, feeling so light that he could float away.
A knock sounded on the door, followed by a question: "Is Miss Mu home?"
Mu Run was taken aback, then quickly composed herself, reverting to the demeanor of a submissive maid, and went to open the door. "Me?"
A stewardess stood outside the door. She looked Mu Run up and down, but found her unremarkable. However, in just a moment, she smiled and said, "My husband's surname is Liu, and everyone calls me Granny Liu. Congratulations, Miss Mu, the Prince is going to make you a concubine and you will be living in the Prosperous Courtyard."
"What did you say?!" Mu Run exclaimed in astonishment.
Suddenly, the sound of bells came from the direction of the palace.
The knocking sound, one after another, sent shivers down people's spines.
After the bell stopped ringing twenty-seven times, Mu Run looked at Granny Liu.
The latter looked bewildered. "The Empress has passed away?"
Sure enough, it was the death knell.
Mu Run said, "Go outside and ask around."
Granny Liu was also extremely curious and immediately agreed, "Yes, this servant will go right away. Your Highness, please wait a moment."
"Don't call me a concubine." She didn't respond.
Granny Liu: "...Well, that's what the Prince instructed me to do."
With that, he left in a hurry.
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