Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Could it be that the method she left herself in her past life was to kill Shang Mang? This method had been mentioned countless times, and Meng Yuan was very suspicious. But she had no way to verify it, and could only guess. Guesses without evidence are all false and far-fetched.
Meng Yuan used magic to knock Zhou Xiuqi's sword away, grabbed Shang Mang with one hand, pulled him down forcefully, and kissed him in front of everyone.
The task of changing the ending has dropped to 0, which means that nothing has changed. Since nothing has changed, she will forcefully make some changes.
Shang Mang shoved her away, staring at her fiercely: "You...you...you." He said "you" several times in a row. Meng Yuan staggered to her feet, wiping her mouth like a womanizer.
"Senior brother, this ghost fetus is very handsome. I like him and I want to marry him."
"What?!" The three of them exclaimed in shock.
[Intermediate Quest Progress: 30%]
Meng Yuan composed herself slightly, ignoring Shang Mang's strange change, and kissed his cheek again: "I want to marry him."
Zhou Xiuqi's chest heaved violently, his knuckles turning white: "Meng Yuan, are you crazy?"
Kong Fusheng hurriedly stepped in front of Zhou Xiuqi, saying, "Senior Zhou, Senior Zhou, please don't get angry."
Xiao Zheyu quickly composed himself and asked calmly, "Why?"
The recent reset of the plot indicates that their memories were also affected; otherwise, even if Kong Fusheng and Zhou Xiuqi knew that Shang Mang was a traitor, they wouldn't have reacted this way.
It really was the work of evil spirits.
Shang Mang shoved her again, knocking her to the ground. He was about to step on her lower abdomen when he stopped himself. Meng Yuan tilted her head back, supporting herself with her hands on the ground: "Go ahead and step on me. If you're so capable, then step on my intestines and make me die a clean death. Otherwise, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."
Shang Mang smiled and said, "Okay."
Meng Yuan was stunned by that familiar smile. Shang Mang squatted down and looked at her, saying, "Even as a ghost, don't let me go."
The redness in his eyes faded, leaving only black pupils.
Shang Mang pulled her up, and Zhou Xiuqi's hand gripping the sword hilt felt hot. He said, "Marrying a ghost child is against all reason and law."
Shang Mang tilted his head and smiled: "In the eyes of you Taoists, what is the principle of Heaven and what is tolerance?"
Zhou Xiuqi's face was covered in bruises: "Shut up!" The sword light of Quexie came rushing over, and Shang Mang swung his silver whip to block it, causing the hall to shake.
[Intermediate Quest Progress: 60%]
Shang Mang lowered his gaze and looked at her. This time, he didn't force her.
Zhou Xiuqi, sword in hand, walked over and pulled her towards him, Shang Mang applying pressure. Zhou Xiuqi glared at him, he chuckled, and released her.
Meng Yuan was pulled behind Zhou Xiuqi. The sword let out a cry and fell to the side of his skin, drawing a line of blood. He said, "This matter cannot be decided by you or me, and your parents will not agree either."
Meng Yuan reached out and pressed his hand down: "Senior brother, calm down. I've considered this before deciding to marry him." Of course, it wasn't a real marriage, Meng Yuan thought to herself. The system's replacement mission was to seduce the villainous male supporting character; one option was to kill him, and the other was to love him. She couldn't kill for the mission, and she couldn't love for the mission either.
Meng Yuan felt a lump in her throat. She had said she would teach Shang Mang what love was, but how exactly to teach love, and what love truly meant, was a completely foreign concept to her. The only connection she had with love was her grandmother. But her grandmother's love and the love Shang Mang wanted to understand were certainly different.
Shang Mang tilted his head: "Senior brother?"
Zhou Xiuqi's hand, gripping the sword, trembled with anger.
Xiao Zheyu walked up and patted his shoulder: "Calm down first." Zhou Xiuqi withdrew the evil spirit, his arm hanging down at his side. He turned his back, unwilling to look at him anymore. Out of sight, out of mind.
Xiao Zheyu said, "Take Meng Yuan and him back to see your master first."
Zhou Xiuqi looked up: "And you?"
Xiao Zheyu's gaze fell on Xiao Ling on the ground: "Don't worry about me." Zhou Xiuqi lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "You..."
When their eyes met, Zhou Xiuqi swallowed the words he was about to say: "Be careful." Xiao Zheyu nodded.
Zhou Xiuqi led Meng Yuan and Shang Mang out of the palace. Kong Fusheng hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He shifted uncomfortably, and Meng Yuan, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Do you have fleas on your butt?"
When Kong Fusheng saw her speak, he said, "You clearly said back then that you had nothing to do with him."
Meng Yuan feigned ignorance: "Really?" Meng Yuan didn't remember when she had said such a thing. Her memories had been getting more and more chaotic lately, and she was finding it difficult to think clearly. So Meng Yuan needed to hurry up and get on with her own things.
Seeing her expression, Kong Fusheng shut his mouth.
They hurried back to the princess's residence. Zhou Xiuqi walked quickly ahead, while Meng Yuan and Shang Mang lagged behind. Kong Fusheng seemed hesitant to follow, dragging his feet as he followed Meng Yuan. His gaze occasionally fell on Shang Mang, but Shang Mang ignored him.
Zhou Xiuqi stopped in front of the door and said to her, "Tell me yourself."
Meng Yuan didn't care. She reached out and pushed open the door. A faint aroma of tea wafted in, which puzzled her. Her master wasn't a tea lover. Laughter came from inside. Meng Yuan was startled. Had her master's wife arrived? She stepped into the room and saw a pair of simple embroidered shoes with a swallow in flight embroidered on them.
His smiling gaze was fixed on her.
Meng Yuan's eyes were frozen in place; the eyebrows, eyes, and lips were all so familiar. The face she had longed for day and night, the face she had never expected to see before, was now right before her eyes.
"Mom," she called out unconsciously.
The woman's tears streamed down her lips and fell to the ground without warning.
A fine drizzle filled the sky, soaking everyone without an umbrella. The girl stood under the eaves. Her suitcase scraped against the floor with a screeching sound, but she watched without moving.
The woman struggled to carry her luggage into the car, not even glancing up; the window remained open. The girl could see the person inside, perhaps looking, perhaps not at all. She was like the Black and White Demons of the underworld; if the woman turned around and looked even once, she would never escape.
Meng Yuan remained silent, waiting for the rain to fall without warning.
Eighteen years, waiting for my mother to appear without warning, or perhaps to make a phone call to her.
"Baby."
Meng Yuan suddenly realized that her memories had been scattered, and the woman's face in front of her overlapped with her own. Only then did she realize that the waiting had been so sudden and suffocating.
Ling Daozi pushed the teacup over and said, "My good disciple is back. Your mother has come to pick you up."
Meng Yuan was having some difficulty breathing. She didn't dare to linger her gaze on the woman for too long, and could only slowly look away, saying, "Pick me up?"
The woman spoke: "Yingying, you've reached the age where you need to be. The curse of vengeance won't harm your life. You can go home now."
Meng Yuan didn't answer that question. Instead, she asked, "What's your name?"
The woman was taken aback, not expecting her to ask such a question. Ling Daozi smiled at the woman: "Growing up in the mountains, it's inevitable that you don't know how to get along with people. Meng Yuan, how can you speak to your mother like that?"
The woman waved her hand: "It's alright, it's alright, Zhang Cui."
Zhang Cui, that's my mother's name.
Meng Yuan had never known her mother's name before. Her nose tingled with sadness; touching upon her deepest desires could break a person.
I almost gave in.
Meng Yuan looked at Zhang Cui and said, "I want to marry him." She reached out and took Shang Mang's hand. Shang Mang looked down at her eyelashes blinking rapidly, forcing out a weak gaze.
Zhang Cui sat up from her chair, surprised, and asked, "You're getting married?"
Ling Daozi, at the same time, couldn't believe it: "Married?"
Zhou Xiuqi then spoke, "This person is the ghost child."
Ling Daozi stumbled, losing his balance while holding onto the corner of the table. As expected, Zhou Xiuqi helped him up. Ling Daozi shakily extended a finger: "Meng Yuan, do you know what you're saying?"
Meng Yuan resolutely raised Shang Mang's hand, and they clasped it tightly: "I know."
Shang Mang looked away, his eyes flickering.
I know that her unwavering resolve is either for your future or for me. Shang Mang's mind is in turmoil. She has said these kinds of things at least a hundred times.
Ling Daozi picked up a teacup and smashed it on the ground: "Absurd!"
Meng Yuan did not kneel down or do anything else, and said, "Master, what is absurd about longing for and staying with the one you love?"
Ling Daozi's originally rosy complexion turned bright red with anger. He calmed his breathing and said, "What's so absurd? Do you know what a ghost fetus is? It's born with evil intentions and resentment. No matter how much it struggles, it will kill everyone in the world for the slightest dissatisfaction. When his entire family was burned down, do you think he would love you sincerely without a trace of resentment?"
Meng Yuan had heard the same words many times, from her past life until now.
At that moment, Meng Yuan looked at Shang Mang, whose gaze was fixed on a certain corner. He was agitated, wanting to kill or do whatever he wanted.
Returning to her gaze, she looked at Ling Daozi: "If he's not worshipping a god, why is he so sincere about me?"
Shang Mang clenched his fist, and Meng Yuan sensed it, frowning slightly.
His expression remained unchanged as he said, "Master, Mother, please let me marry him."
Ling Daozi had nothing left to say, so he could only shout and throw a tantrum: "No, no, no!"
"Then you will lock me up with an array. Is that satisfactory?" Shang Mang said with a smile, like a docile young man proposing marriage.
Ling Daozi looked at him: "Use an array?"
Shang Mang said, "For ten days, there will not be a single resentment."
He hasn't said a word since he came out of the main hall, and Meng Yuan can't figure out what he's thinking.
Ling Daozi chuckled: "Fine, if you fail, immediately destroy the Blood Jade and disappear from this world."
“Okay.” Shang Mang didn’t hesitate at all. Meng Yuan thought he wouldn’t do something he wasn’t sure of, but his smile made people very uneasy.
Things that appear false on the surface always hide the truth in their hearts.
Shang Mang was sealed in this room, his body covered with talismans, his neck, ankles, and wrists were inscribed with runes, and the room was filled with bells that would ring out if he moved even slightly.
Zhang Cui looked at Meng Yuan, who was squatting on the ground, and said, "Yingying, Mother will come to see you again next time."
After they left, Meng Yuan touched Shang Mang's neck, which was covered in runes.
Shang Mang said, "If you use it to get free flowers, it won't be of any use to me."
"It's so uncomfortable," Meng Yuan said, touching down to his chest. "Why is there such a pattern on your chest?"
"Is it pretty?" Shang Mang asked without turning around.
Meng Yuan was puzzled, but still answered truthfully: "Beautiful."
Shang Mang laughed out loud, ignoring her question once again. Meng Yuan was annoyed and pinched his cheek hard: "Now you can only rely on me, and you still dare not answer my question?"
Shang Mang scoffed: "You really believe I won't hold a grudge at all?"
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