After Mo Sheng brought me back to the manor, I questioned him: "Why did you say that?"
To my surprise, I was able to speak.
What did you do to me?
He said calmly, "This is the best thing for us."
I was furious: "Did you get my consent and discuss it with me?"
He countered with, "Would you agree to that?"
His tone softened: "Even if you don't want to, just bear with it. We can go back as soon as we get married. Don't you want to go back?"
"I!"
His words, though seemingly gentle, attacked my weakest point.
Seeing this, a smug smile appeared on his lips: "You don't need to worry about anything. Just be a happy bride, and we'll go home together!"
With a creak, the old wooden door let out a muffled groan, followed by the clanking of chains.
He's trying to lock me up here.
The news spread throughout the streets and alleys, and Yanran paced back and forth anxiously.
Just then, Ye Xuanling's voice rang out behind her: "If you're worried, let's go take a look together!"
She was so startled that she froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.
Ye Xuanling said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry to bother you. I meant if you want to go, I can send someone to take you."
His hurt gaze was like that of a child who had done something wrong, standing obediently in place.
After a moment, Yanran spoke up, "Let's go together!"
"Really?" He opened his eyes wide, his gaze sparkling as he asked again to confirm.
"If you don't want to, then forget it!"
"I...I'm willing..." He stammered with joy; this was the happiest he had been in days.
"Slap!" A crisp slap rang out, and five clear handprints appeared on Mo Sheng's fair face.
Wang Qiaochuan looked at him with displeasure and asked angrily, "Why did you ask the Emperor for my hand in marriage like that!"
Mo Sheng calmly wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Disciple is thinking of Master!"
"Then I should thank you!"
He spread his palm, revealing the scar that resembled a centipede crawling on it: "Only when the two of them are together can they contemplate the past. Only when the spirit's bloodline is activated can I break the forbidden spell and glimpse the secrets of heaven!"
Mo Sheng was completely bewildered. He knew Wang Qiaochuan's identity was not simple, but he couldn't guess what it was: "Disciple doesn't understand."
He chuckled coldly, saying nothing, but a picture of white spider lilies appeared in his mind.
Red magma leaped and throbbed in the underworld, as if it were about to erupt at any moment.
In September, dressed in white, he stood with his hands behind his back as a dark shadow attacked him from behind.
A smirk played on his lips, and he gathered his energy in his hand, conjuring a ball of fire.
The shadow turned to ashes upon contact with the fire, leaving only a distinctive mark on September's forehead, like a python coiled within the flames.
The shadowy figure transformed into the shape of Wangqiaochuan and burst into maniacal laughter behind him: "When did Your Highness, the Demon Lord, have to be confined to a mere underworld!"
September gave a cold laugh: "Since you can see through my identity, you must also know the purpose of my visit!"
"In the filthy underworld, a spirit of unparalleled purity and healing can be born. Surely everyone with a heart would desire such a thing!"
September, whose words had been correctly guessed, didn't show anything: "I don't understand what you're talking about?"
Wang Qiaochuan smiled but didn't expose him: "Only by experiencing lust, hatred, pain, and despair can one awaken the bloodline of the spirit and achieve the best effect!"
Are you threatening me?
"No! I'm trying to help you, Demon Lord, but I'm afraid you'll also fall into it and be unable to extricate yourself!"
As if her secret had been revealed, a silver sword carved with the shape of a snake appeared in September's hand.
Seeing this, Wang Qiaochuan hurriedly left, his empty laughter still echoing in the air.
One day, one month, half a year later, she never saw that familiar figure in the underworld again.
Longing to be reborn in the Pure Land, the white spider lilies sway in the wind.
Seeing her like that, Youmeng was quite worried: "You little brat!"
"Has Youmeng forgotten me? Why hasn't he come to see me yet!"
"He might have been held up by something!" Youmeng comforted him.
She lay languidly among the flowers, sighing, "Living in this dark and hopeless underworld every day, watching the lonely souls come and go, I wish I could go to the human world!"
Youmeng was shocked by her thought: "Stay in the underworld, that way I can protect you!"
"I want to see what September is doing, what the sky he described is like, and where he lives!"
The more she talked, the more it itched in her heart: "Youmeng, if I jump into that spirit well, will I be able to go to the human world!"
Youmeng affectionately pinched her nose: "You're not grown up yet, you can't leave this sea of flowers!"
"Sigh! When will I ever grow up!"
Then she asked again, "Youmeng, do you know what love is? Jiuyue said they have a beautiful word for it: love!"
Youmeng's eyes were dull and lifeless, and she sighed softly, "I...don't know!"
"You also come from the human world, how could you not know!"
His eyes froze for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his face, before he regained his composure.
"Alright, let's not discuss this anymore!"
"To be reborn!"
A long-lost voice rang out, and she looked up happily, only to see the handsome young man running towards her.
In her joy, even the red spider lilies swayed with happiness.
Youmeng frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied with this.
She had secretly investigated September's identity and discovered that he was just an ordinary person, but her intuition told her that his identity was not simple.
Although she kicked me out, Murong Kui wasn't really happy.
"Miss, it's chilly outside, have some porridge to warm yourself up!"
Looking at the bowl of porridge that Lingxin brought over, which she had never seen before, she felt a sense of novelty.
"I've never seen you work so hard before, and your cooking skills have improved so much in a long time!"
"Your Highness, this is what that woman made. She said it's called Eight Treasure Porridge. I thought it was delicious, so I brought it here for you to try!"
The moment she finished speaking, she swept the porridge to the ground with a crisp sound.
Her eyes were contorted with malice as she sneered, "Don't let this princess see any of her things again!"
Lingxin was so frightened that she kept backing away, wondering what deep-seated hatred they had for each other that would warrant such a reaction.
She was just about to tidy up the tattered books when she heard her coldly shoo her away: "Get out!"
She immediately withdrew her hand: "Yes, this servant takes her leave!"
She stroked my face, which was exactly the same as hers, in the bronze mirror again and again with her slender fingers, then frowned in disgust and said, "I used to think this was the most satisfying appearance, but now I wish I could have a completely different face!"
She laughed, a laugh as alluring as a poppy, yet terrifying: "A hundred years ago, I used your spiritual blood, and you stole my beloved. In this life, I have taken your form, and the three of us are entangled once again!"
"It can't be just me remembering my past life; you all need to remember it quickly too, otherwise the game won't be fun!"
She seemed to be speaking to herself in the mirror, or perhaps speaking to someone else through the mirror.
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