Chapter 66 066 The Curse: A Sacrifice of Oneself, a Curse for the Three Realms...
When A Meng arrived at her mother's palace, she saw her father, King Yan Lie, grabbing her mother's hair and slamming her head against the wall repeatedly.
"You slut, you whore... why are you doing this to me? Haven't I been good enough to you? Why did you betray me..."
Ghost Queen Zhu Miao's head was pierced and blood flowed down her forehead, the bloodline splitting her beautiful face in two. Her fragile, pale neck was held in Yan Lie's hand, like a piece of porcelain that could break at any moment.
Yan Lie was in a frenzy, violently slamming Zhu Miao against the wall while weeping bitterly, his scarlet eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
Zhu Miao cursed incessantly: "That's right, I slept with Yuan Si behind your back, are you satisfied now? All these years you've been raising the child of your enemy, I've been playing you for a fool. Every time I saw you smile at A Meng, I mocked you in my heart! Haha, who told you to be so disgusting..."
Vicious words were like knives, stabbing Yan Lie's heart again and again, only to be met with even more escalating violence.
The Ghost Queen had gone mad. Instead of crying out in pain and begging for mercy, she burst into laughter and frantically scratched Yan Lie's face with her fingernails, leaving him a bloody mess, like the most gruesome and undignified female ghost.
Ameng stood there dumbfounded at the palace gate, almost unable to believe that what she was seeing was real.
Apart from that one night when rumors about her origins first spread and her father slapped her mother in a fit of rage, he never hurt her mother again. He was just depressed and neglected both her and her mother.
She had thought that with so much time having passed, her father would have calmed down, and that even if the three of them couldn't return to their former harmony, they wouldn't have ended up hurting each other.
Despite being scratched by Zhu Miao, Yan Lie didn't flinch, continuing to hold onto her hair and neck. He, like Zhu Miao, began to laugh, laughing until the wounds on his face burst open, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
"Father...Father King, Mother Queen..."
Ameng couldn't feel herself crying, but tears kept sliding down her face. Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and heartache. She trembled all over and her breathing became labored.
Regardless of the rumors, in her eyes, the two people before her were always her father and mother who loved her the most. But now, because of her existence, things had reached a point of no return, and she didn't know who to stop or who to plead with.
Her voice caught Yan Lie's attention.
The demon king, whose face was completely disfigured, glanced at the entrance of the palace.
Upon seeing A Meng, Yan Lie paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, began to mutter to himself.
"Yes, yes, it's all because of this child. As long as she disappears, the two of us will be fine... We'll just pretend nothing happened..."
Yan Lie, like a beast that had suddenly found fresh prey, casually tossed aside Zhu Miao and staggered toward A Meng.
Zhu Miao also saw A Meng at this moment. She seemed to guess what Yan Lie wanted to do, and her face showed fear. A purple-red light flew out from her sleeve in an instant.
That was a beautiful purplish-red silk ribbon. At this moment, the brocade was as sharp as a knife, piercing through the Ghost King's body and precisely stabbing his heart from behind.
Yan Lie paused, then belatedly looked down at his chest.
Blood dripped from the silk ribbon piercing her chest, staining the originally vibrant fabric with an even more alluring and dazzling color.
His expression was one of astonishment, disbelief, and confusion.
He was completely unprepared for his life partner, which is why his elixir was so easily shattered.
That was the elixir belonging to the Ghost King, coveted by countless people every day. But how easy was it to defeat this strongest king of the Ghost Realm?
No one would have imagined that all it would take to destroy this elixir was a soft silk ribbon.
Zhu Miao seemed terrified by her own actions. Her hand gripping the ribbon trembled violently, and she felt as if she were about to break apart. Yet, she still held onto this deadly magic weapon tightly, shielding her child.
Yan Lie slowly turned around, the madness in his eyes disappeared, and his deep eyes looked at Zhu Miao with calm and tolerance.
"Don't be afraid."
He gently comforted the Ghost Queen, as if comforting a timid and frightened girl.
"Zhumiao, don't be afraid. I lost control and almost hurt our Ameng. You did the right thing, you did nothing wrong."
The tough man's tender voice became the last straw that broke Zhu Miao's back. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "I didn't do anything wrong to you, why won't you believe me... Yan Lie, why won't you believe me!"
Yan Lie stared blankly as Zhu Miao broke down in tears. He couldn't explain what had happened to him these past few days; those unbearable rumors kept echoing in his mind.
Once the seed of doubt takes root, any absurd rumors will transform into tangible images that constantly appear before his eyes.
He saw his beloved woman reveling with another man, saw them plotting to kill him, and saw the ghosts pointing and whispering about him...
But if you truly love her, how could you bear to hurt her with your own hands?
"Miaomiao." He called out the nickname he hadn't used in years, "I... am ultimately unworthy of you."
"Don't……"
As Zhu Miao watched the man's figure gradually fade into a pale, transparent form, she began to panic, as if she had made a terrible mistake.
"No, don't die. Yan Lie, don't die!"
Zhu Miao scrambled to Yan Lie's side and desperately channeled spiritual energy into his body. Yan Lie's scarred face gradually recovered under the healing power of the spiritual energy, and he returned to his former majestic and handsome Ghost Lord.
In that critical moment, Zhu Miao suddenly remembered something, and hope rose in her eyes: "Guang Si also had his inner core shattered back then, but he still had a wisp of his soul remaining. You..."
“It’s no use.” Yan Lie smiled. The purplish-red ribbon in his hand turned into a soft, silky strand. He used it to lift up Zhu Miao’s loose black hair, and his rough palm brushed over the wound on her forehead, using his remaining spiritual power to soothe it.
"This is a celestial treasure, engraved with runes that specifically counter me."
"Runes? How can there be runes?"
Zhu Miao's bewildered gaze fell on the silk ribbon in her hand, a gift from Yuan Si when she was still a goddess.
"Perhaps he just wanted to protect you." A look of relief crossed Yan Lie's eyes. He was too weak to stand any longer and knelt down on one knee. "You don't know there are runes engraved on this. I'm so happy, Miaomiao, I... I'm so happy..."
The sound of clashing swords came from outside the palace, accompanied by the increasingly loud footsteps, and the entire palace was surrounded by ghost soldiers.
From the moment A-Meng entered her mother's palace, she was in a state of numbness. It was as if someone had cast a spell on her, rendering her unable to move, speak, or think. The changes happened too quickly; she felt as if it were all a dream.
Until they saw the first person rushing into the palace gate, clad in armor and wearing a silver mask, carrying the chill and murderous intent of a ghostly night.
Master...
Ah Meng wanted to reach out her hand to him, but found that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm.
The silver-masked general's gaze immediately fell on the princess before he stepped forward and knelt down to report the matter of the Heavenly Court's spies to the Ghost King and Ghost Queen.
Taking advantage of the doubts surrounding the princess's lineage, Guang Si spread rumors everywhere, planting a demon in the Ghost King's heart. He also took the opportunity to offer up a tampered celestial treasure, continuously amplifying the influence of this demon.
But these things no longer mattered to Yan Lie and Zhu Miao.
More and more people entered the hall, but were frightened by the dissipated spirit of the Ghost King. A group of civil officials, represented by the Ghost Minister, knelt down with a thud, their eyes shifting back and forth between the Ghost Queen and the Ghost King, too shocked to utter a sound.
The Ghost Queen...killed the Ghost King?
They... they plotted a rebellion...
"By my decree, after my death, Princess Yan Meng will ascend the throne, Empress Zhu Miao will assist in governing, and General Meng will serve as the Imperial Tutor... Anyone who disobeys or rebels, no matter who they are, will be executed without mercy..."
Yan Lie only had time to leave these few words before he vanished completely.
This was the last protective charm he could leave behind for his loved ones in this world. This charm was for Zhumiao, but even more so for Ameng, even though he wasn't sure whose daughter Ameng was.
As long as she is Zhumiao's daughter.
As long as she is Zhumiao's daughter.
He was ultimately worthy of Zhumiao.
In his final, fleeting glance at Zhu Miao, Yan Lie showed no regret.
But after witnessing her husband's soul dissipate, Zhu Miao went completely mad. She cried uncontrollably, clutching his clothes tightly, and screamed shrilly.
That was a desperate lament.
Heartbreaking.
There was no way to reverse the situation.
She made a terrible mistake; when she realized she had fallen in love with someone, she had already lost him forever.
Why do we hate?
She had initially thought it was just a continuation of her disgust for this forced marriage, but now she realized that she only resented him for not believing her.
He didn't believe her, but how could you blame him for that?
People speak with absolute certainty, and rumors can spread like wildfire. How many people can stand firm amidst slander and severe damage without wavering?
Zhu Miao hated not only the Heavenly Court spy who impersonated Guang Si, but also those who spread rumors and aided and abetted the wicked.
Her tears turned to blood, her jet-black hair turned white in an instant, and her spiritual power overflowed, scattering into the sky.
When the people inside the hall saw the ghost queen, whose robes and hair were flying wildly and who looked like a demon, they were so frightened that they all retreated and fled the hall.
General Meng stepped forward and embraced the princess, intending to take her away, but Meng refused to leave and stood rooted to the spot.
In the end, only Zhu Miao, A Meng, and General Meng remained in the hall.
In the silence, the master and disciple saw the Ghost Queen raise her voice like a booming bell and utter her final curse to the heavens—
I, Zhumiao, offer myself as a sacrifice to curse the Three Realms.
Anyone who spreads rumors or makes false statements will suffer from a rotten tongue!
When the disease has reached its terminal stage.
The intestines are perforated and the stomach is rotten.
May they die a horrible death!
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