Qianye carefully placed Hua Qingcheng on the bed, then slightly bent his body, stretched out a hand, and gathered a mysterious and powerful divine power in his palm.
As Qian Ye's breathing gradually became steady, that divine power flowed out from his palm like a clear spring, and slowly poured into Hua Qingcheng's body.
The human world has its own laws, the immortal world has its own rules. In this vast world, each of the six realms has its own laws and order. As the god of the underworld, Qianye is also subject to the rules of heaven and earth established by the way of heaven.
Because only in this way can the balance and peace between the entire world of gods, the underworld, the human world, the demon world, the spirit world, and the beast world be maintained. If anyone willfully violates these rules, it will inevitably cause chaos and may even lead the entire world into an irretrievable situation.
Ran Qiyue, the Imperial Preceptor of Zhaoyang State, harbored evil intentions, attempting to harm the reincarnated Xingyue. Although the laws of heaven and earth constrained Qianye, as a Divine King, from taking Ran Qiyue's life, he would not tolerate anyone harming Xingyue. Therefore, he decided to use his immense divine power to protect the reincarnated Xingyue—the mortal woman Hua Qingcheng.
At this moment, Hua Qingcheng lay quietly on the bed, her figure graceful and graceful, exuding an innate coolness. Her presence seemed to form a wonderful harmony with the surrounding darkness, making her entire being exude an otherworldly aura.
After Qianye injected the dark divine power into Hua Qingcheng's body, her beauty not only remained unchanged, but instead became even more ethereal and mysterious. As the divine power continued to be absorbed into Hua Qingcheng's body, a faint dark aura emanated from her, making her seem even more unattainable, like a deity that could only be admired from afar but not desecrated.
However, although this divine power can stimulate Xingyue's divine power as the goddess of the Dark Temple and can become a life-saving talisman in times of danger, the hidden danger it brings is that her temperament will become cold.
"Xingyue, don't worry! In this life, you will never die innocently like before. Even if it costs me my divine body, I will protect you... I will protect you and the reincarnated Dong Ming so that you can achieve the right result. I have waited for tens of thousands of years, so I don't mind waiting for you for another life..."
Unconsciously, a tear slipped from Qianye's cold eyes, and it landed on Hua Qingcheng's face with a "plop". In her coma, Hua Qingcheng's delicate brows knitted slightly, as if a ripple had appeared in her heart.
Qian Ye, who was sitting at the head of the bed, saw this scene, gently raised his hand, and stroked Hua Qingcheng's soft, white face, while smoothing her slightly wrinkled brows.
Suddenly, Qianye leaned forward, slightly lowered, and gently placed a kiss on the forehead of the woman on the bed. This kiss contained Qianye's endless longing, attachment, and reluctance to part with Xingyue, which had lasted for tens of thousands of years.
However, in the end, Qianye's lips had to move away from the woman's forehead.
Because, this woman is Hua Qingcheng, not Xingyue...
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"Your Highness! Your Highness! Your Highness..."
Hua Qingcheng was awakened by a noisy call. She slowly opened her eyes and then saw a guard squatting beside her, staring at her.
Seeing Hua Qingcheng wake up, the guards immediately began to chatter: "Your Highness, I'm so glad you're okay! I saw that you hadn't come out since noon, and I was a little worried, so I came in to check. I didn't expect to see you fainted outside the cell, and Xiahou Jing and her daughter had died of excessive fear..."
Hua Qingcheng waved her hand, signaling the guards to stop talking. She felt a headache, as if something was buzzing in her head. She tried to recall what had happened before, but her mind was only a blur.
Hua Qingcheng finally refused the guards' help and slowly stood up. She rubbed her aching head, feeling as if she had lost a part of her memory. But when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she had indeed been playing the zither here before she suddenly vomited blood and fainted.
Hua Qingcheng's thoughts gradually calmed down. She realized that she might be too sensitive, which led to some confusion in her memory. She shook her head gently, trying to clear her mind.
The guards breathed a sigh of relief as Hua Qingcheng gradually returned to normal. Their gaze fell on Xiahou Jing and Xiahou Yu, lying on the prison floor, a look of embarrassment on their faces. One of the guards hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to point at them, cautiously asking, "Your Highness, these two...what should we do with them?"
Hua Qingcheng turned her head and glanced at Xiahou Jing and her daughter calmly. Her cold eyes were devoid of emotion, as if the mother and daughter were not dead, but asleep. However, as her gaze rested on Xiahou Jing and Xiahou Yu, an invisible pressure spread.
After a moment's thought, Hua Qingcheng opened her rosy lips and said slowly, "Report everything that happened here to the Emperor truthfully. Tell her that Xiahou Jing and Xiahou Yu committed grave sins that drove them insane and led to hallucinations, mistakenly believing that wronged spirits were seeking their lives. Ultimately, they were frightened to death in sheer terror."
Hua Qingcheng's tone was as calm as water, yet it carried an air of authority that brooked no room for questioning.
Upon hearing this, the guard felt an inexplicable chill rise in her heart, as if gusts of cold wind were blowing from all directions, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She rubbed her arms vigorously, trying to dispel the uncomfortable feeling, but the goose bumps on her arms remained. Despite her inner fear, the guard forced herself to remain calm and replied, "Yes, Your Highness!"
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