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Chapter 51: Rebirth and Death.

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Xie Wuyan didn’t come to crash at her place tonight, which is rare for him.

Shen Wanqing opened the window and looked outside at the moonlight, furrowing her brow.

Calculating carefully, tomorrow night might be another full moon. She remembered that Xie Wuyan would be weaker than usual during this time.

After Master Yi Ci spoke those words, Ji Feichen and the others didn’t show any expression. They didn’t reveal Shen Wanqing’s identity and gave her an excuse to rest in her room, as if they hadn’t heard anything today.

Of course, Shen Wanqing couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard anything.

This was probably not a coincidence.

The system must have had a reason for selecting this body. According to the original book’s plot, it wasn’t easy to find a pure yin physique, let alone a voluntary one? This is why the Solitary Light Sword has not reappeared for hundreds of years since the sealing of Xie Wuyan.

Moreover, in the original book, Feng Yaoqing sacrificed herself not only because Xie Wuyan wanted to destroy the world, but more importantly, the power of the demons could no longer be suppressed. They had already invaded the human world in large numbers, causing great suffering to living beings, and the situation was urgent.

In the current plot, it was highly likely that Feng Yaoqing would die because of this.

“So, if we want to achieve the final HE ending, does that mean we have to exchange me for Feng Yaoqing?”

This was one of the few questions Shen Wanqing asked the system.

The system remained silent for a long time before giving an unusual response.

【Supporting Female Character System: Perhaps this is not the only way, but it is the solution that the main system has filtered out as the most effective in achieving the desired outcome for this world. The host’s body, as well as the selection of the soul, are absolutely compatible choices made after a highly selective process.】

Shen Wanqing: “What happens if I die in this world?”

【Supporting Female Character System: The host’s original body has already died and cannot be resurrected. The reward for completing the task is to select the most suitable world for the host to reincarnate their consciousness.】

So she will still die.

【Supporting Female Character System: You were selected to complete this task, but you didn’t really lose anything because you were already dead in your original world. Keeping the host’s consciousness and extending their lifespan is an extra reward from the system.】

Shen Wanqing did not respond to the system’s words. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and put on her coat to go out for some fresh air.

The temple was small, and she walked around a few times, suddenly feeling a bit bored.

Since coming here, she seemed to have met a lot of people and it looked quite lively, but there was not a single friend she could really open up to.

It seemed like the system and the task were pushing her forward.

Who she should meet and befriend didn’t seem to be up to her. Since waking up in this body, it felt like a rebirth, but in reality, it was a complete controlled from the inside out.

Thinking about it, the only person she could talk to was Xie Wuyan.

Being alone for too long often made people feel lonely, and the more sober she was, the more desolate it felt. Shen Wanqing couldn’t imagine how Xie Wuyan managed to persist for so many years.

Don’t know why, Shen Wanqing suddenly felt like seeing Xie Wuyan.

But she quickly dismissed this strange idea and prepared to return to her room.

The corridor seemed to be colder than other places, and the wind made her long hair flutter up and down.

A chill brushed against her back, like a big hand, slowly wrapping around her neck.

Something was wrong.

Shen Wanqing was already considered to be one of the more powerful individuals among the Taoists.

She quickly turned around, avoiding the ghostly aura. Her index finger pressed against her waist, but before she could take out a talisman, she heard a soft and complaining voice in front of her 一

“Are you still a girl? Why are you so fierce!” Princess Zhao Ping’s soul didn’t know when it had slipped out of the room. She quickly held her head and flew back a distance. She bent over from afar, angrily saying, “You Taoists are so heartless. If my father were here, he would have had you all beheaded.”

Ji Feichen and the others did not intentionally seal Zhao Ping.

Although they were unsure of the specific reason, she certainly couldn’t stray too far from Qin Zhihuan. An hour ago, she had finally managed to break free from the golden thread and attempted to escape, but she was immediately pulled back by an invisible force when she had just reached the temple gate, nearly shattering her soul.

When Zhao Ping was angry, she would act like a child: “No wonder, I see that you are wandering around alone at night, looking like you’re searching for someone. Could it be that you’re looking for Xie Gongzi¹” whom you admire?”

Shen Wanqing was not good at coaxing girls, especially those with childlike personalities.

She thinks she’s a pretty mature person, and can’t communicate with these childish girls.

Plus, now that she’s a powerful cultivator, it’s beneath her to argue with ghosts.

So Shen Wanqing said coldly: “Oh, whatever.”

Then she prepared to turn around and leave.

But Princess Zhao Ping couldn’t stand this kind of treatment and immediately stomped her foot: “Hey! Stop! How can you just walk away when I’m talking to you?”

Shen Wanqing didn’t stop.

“If you stop, I’ll tell you where the Xie Gongzi you’re looking for is! I just saw him!”

Shen Wanqing slowed down for a moment, but then she thought一

Wait a minute, why was she looking for Xie Wuyan? It would be best if he didn’t bother her.

So she started walking forward again.

“I really won’t tell you!” Princess Zhao Ping yelled after her.

Shen Wanqing pretended not to hear.

“I see that he looks very serious, aren’t you worried?”

Shen Wanqing continued to pretend not to hear.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if you don’t talk to me. I can go find Xie Gongzi. Maybe he’s willing to chat with me.”

Shen Wanqing stopped and walked up to her with a blank expression, and said very seriously: “He won’t talk to you.”

After speaking, she turned and walked away.

However, after taking a few steps, she turned back and asked: “Does he really look very serious?”

Princess Zhao Ping remained silent for a moment, then nodded: “Yes, he looks very serious.”

“Oh, okay, I don’t care,” Shen Wanqing nodded, then turned around and walked away.

But after taking only three steps, she turned back and reminded her: “I don’t want to know where he went.”

Princess Zhao Ping: “Okay, you don’t want to know.”

Shen Wanqing was quiet for a moment, turned around, and before she could even take a step, she took a deep breath and turned back again: “Otherwise, could you tell me where Xie Wuyan did not go?”

Princess Zhao Ping held her arms and looked at her with a helpless expression.

The intended idea behind the expression is obvious: Are you a spinning top, to be able to spin like that?

Shen Wanqing’s explanation was very weak: “I was afraid of bumping into him, please don’t misunderstand.”

Princess Zhao Ping couldn’t help but laugh: “Miss Shen, you really seem to care about that Xie Gongzi.”

Shen Wanqing: “I don’t care.”

Princess Zhao Ping: “I saw it in Qin Zhihuan’s dream. You’re always nervously staring at Xie Gongzi, even though there’s a man named Ji Feichen beside you, I haven’t seen you look at him once.”

Shen Wanqing wanted to explain, but found that she couldn’t, so she could only grit her teeth: “I don’t care.”

Princess Zhao Ping: “You do care!”

So the two of them began to pull each other’s hair, using every swear word they knew.

In the end, they had to admit that they were equally childish.

After arguing for a while, the two of them were finally exhausted.

Princess Zhao Ping: “Let’s chat and enjoy the breeze together, and I’ll tell you where Xie Gongzi went.”

So they found a spacious rooftop and began to enjoy the cool breeze together.

Shen Wanqing explained: “I don’t care where Xie Wuyan went. I just wanted to come up and see the scenery.”

Princess Zhao Ping laughed without giving face, then lay back on the tiles, propped up her arm, and began to mutter: “You don’t know how miserable I’ve been for the past five years. Qin Zhihuan’s face is all I see when I open or close my eyes. And there’s no one to talk to most of the time.”

Shen Wanqing asked: “Are you staying by his side out of resentment?”

This sentence made Princess Zhao Ping silent for a moment. She didn’t answer immediately, but after a long silence, she took a deep breath and said softly: “I just hate him.”

“In fact, I’m not stupid. The Northern Kingdom will eventually be destroyed. Father does love me very much, but I know that the Northern Kingdom will only decline under his rule. Moreover, there are disgusting people everywhere in the court, and they are ruthless when it comes to killing their own people.”

Princess Zhao Ping paused slightly and then closed her eyes with a joking tone: “So sometimes I think, why not surrender earlier? If my attitude is good, maybe I can still get a decent treatment, unlike now where I am dying so miserably.”

Shen Wanqing asked: “So you don’t really care if the Northern Kingdom is destroyed?”

“I do care,” Princess Zhao Ping laughed, then spoke slowly, “But only the name of the Northern Kingdom will be destroyed.”

Shen Wanqing was slightly taken aback.

“The people on that land should live better than when my father was in power,” Princess Zhao Ping turned to Shen Wanqing and said: “Miss Shen, if you had to choose between sacrificing one person and sacrificing hundreds or thousands of civilians and soldiers in the country, which one would you choose?”

Shen Wanqing: “Why do I have to choose?”

Princess Zhao Ping was slightly taken aback.

Shen Wanqing leaned her head against her knees, speaking calmly: “This issue should not be decided by others, as to who should be sacrificed. Instead, we should ask that person if they are willing to die or not.”

“Whether to live or die, that person should make the choice.”

“No one has the right to force someone to die, nor does anyone have the right to force someone to live.”

Princess Zhao Ping fell silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said faintly: “You’re right.”

Shen Wanqing turned her head to look at Princess Zhao Ping.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt that the princess’s behavior was unusual.

Each of Princess Zhao Ping’s words seemed to be carefully crafted to lead up to something.

Although it seemed like she was discussing the situation in the northern region, in reality, everything she said had a hidden meaning.

It wasn’t just Shen Wanqing who had doubts; when Ji Feichen and others identified Princess Zhao Ping as having a pure yin physique, they also felt something was off.

All signs indicated that Princess Zhao Ping’s body couldn’t be found because she had sacrificed herself to the Solitary Light Sword, not because she was killed by the rebels, but she seemed to have no memory of it.

So, who was the person gathering pure yin physique?

Was Princess Zhao Ping’s memory loss an accident, or was it part of a conspiracy?

The situation has developed to a point where it seems to have reached a deadlock.

“Do you really not remember what happened before you died?”

Zhao Ping nodded: “I don’t remember. Maybe if I do remember, I will be able to free myself.”

Shen Wanqing pondered silently.

In truth, there was a solution.

She had a way of accessing Princess Zhao Ping’s memories, just like before. If her blood came into contact with Princess Zhao Ping’s soul and triggered a soul wave, those images would replay in her mind.

However, doing so would likely expose herself.

She looked down at her fingertips. If she lightly scratched her nails, a bloodstain would appear.

Before she could hesitate any longer, a fierce fire suddenly erupted not far away. Thick black smoke spread and covered the entire forest.

The cries of ghosts and monsters resounded, and in an instant, countless lost souls and wild ghosts gathered near the temple.

Princess Zhao Ping suddenly began to shake violently, her soul repeatedly becoming transparent and her chest rising and falling.

“What’s going on?”

“Wait, it’s Qin Zhihuan, it seems like something happened to him.”

Zhao Ping’s soul was connected to Qin Zhihuan’s.

Before she could finish speaking, the color of her soul quickly faded and turned into smoke, shattering in the darkness.

At that moment, a bird’s cry suddenly sounded and a dark shadow flew towards them.

It was Xuanniao.

It smelled strongly of blood and flew into Shen Wanqing’s arms in a disheveled state, as if it had just escaped from hell.

“How did you get injured? Your body… Wait, this isn’t your blood.”

Shen Wanqing remembered this scent, it belonged to Xie Wuyan.

Xuanniao seemed to be affected by something and struggled to speak after a long time of heaving: “Your Highness asked me to take you away from this temple.”

Shen Wanqing: “Take me to find him.”

“Why are you so foolish?” Xuanniao flapped its wings in anger, “Can’t you see that this is a trap set by the Heavenly Dao Palace? They must know your identity and set this trap specifically for you!”

Shen Wanqing looked at Xuanniao and lifted it up onto her shoulder: “Take me to find him.”

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1. I will use ‘Gongzi’ for now following the original text 公子 (Gōngzǐ), as I don’t feel comfortable using ‘Young Master Xie’. ↩︎

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Chapter 50: Advanced Mathematics.

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The temple, which had been neglected for a long time, had cold winds rushing out of the cracks in its walls, making people’s hair stand on end.

Faintly, one could hear the crows perched on the branches around it cawing.

Master Yici twirled the beads and sat aside with his eyes closed.

After pondering for a while, Feng Yaoqing asked: “Master, do you have a way to unravel the anomaly that has appeared on Young Marquis Qin body?”

Although Master Yici didn’t seem to possess particularly advanced abilities, he appeared particularly calm and seemed to have everything figured out, which made people curious.

Besides, Qin Zhihuan was also guided here by a nightmare.

Master Yici didn’t open his eyes or respond, and only after a long time did he say in a faint voice, “Everything has its own cause and effect. Since you’re already here, there’s no need to ask why.”

It was an obscure sentence.

Feng Yaoqing didn’t ask further, she apologized: “I’m sorry for being presumptuous,” before turning to check on Qin Zhihuan’s condition.

The yin energy on his body had dissipated somewhat, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed. His eyelashes twitched slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Just then, a demonic energy was shaken out of Qin Zhihuan’s body and broke through the window.

Was it a nightmare demon?

Feng Yaoqing quickly reacted, leaped out of the window, and chased after the black figure. Several spells were cast from two different directions, and she quickly caught up to the nightmare demon. With a flick of her fingers, countless golden threads formed a large net, tightly entangling the creature.

“Reveal yourself!”

The black figure let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the thick black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a human form, which then fell heavily to the ground.

“Ah Yao!” Ji Feichen arrived quickly after leaving Qin Zhihuan’s dream realm.

“I’m fine,” Feng Yaoqing glanced at him, then looked back at the direction of the figure, “I caught the nightmare demon.”

“Bah! Who is that low-level and boring monster like nightmare demon! Who allowed you to capture this princess? Let go let go let go!”

The figure, who was tied up with golden threads, started to curse loudly with a voice that sounded like a young girl’s sulky tone.

The figure looked like a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, showing her small tiger teeth while wearing a green dress. She did not seem like a monster, but rather a naughty and capricious little girl.

Feng Yaoqing glanced at her but ignored her, and instead asked Ji Feichen with a hint of concern: “What about Wanqing and the others?”

Ji Feichen hesitated for a moment, showing a difficult expression: “They’ve run into some trouble…”

“Could something have happened? I told you before, Wanqing has just started learning these spells, don’t bring her into dreams, it’s easy to cause her soul to become unsettled.” Feng Yaoqing turned and walked back into the house. “I’ll leave this nightmare demon to you. I’ll go take a look first.”

“No, wait一”

As Ji Feichen hadn’t finished his sentence, Feng Yaoqing hastily went back into the room.

However, as soon as she entered, she saw an extremely awkward scene.

Shen Wanqing had curled up into a round ball, squatting in a corner of the room, burying her head in her knees. Even though her expression couldn’t be seen, one could still feel her despair.

Xie Wuyan lazily slouched in a chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, index finger against his temple, and slowly spoke: “I said…”

“Don’t speak, shut up! Your constant chatter is so annoying!” Shen Wanqing, the ball-shaped figure crouching in the corner, immediately fired like a cannon.

Xie Wuyan, who had only said two words, fell silent. He rubbed his temple and then chuckled softly: “I’m just cooperating with you.”

Shen Wanqing said angrily: “Don’t mention it!”

The room fell silent.

Feng Yaoqing: …what’s going on? It feels like a small couple quarrel.

Qin Zhihuan had already woken up, his face was ashen, and he got up and left without saying a word.

Feng Yaoqing quickly followed and asked: “Young Marquis Qin, what happened just now?”

Qin Zhihuan’s face became even worse: “I don’t know.”

His dreaming experience is extremely poor.

Not only was he robbed, but he also witnessed his crush having an affair with someone else.

He went from a beautiful dream to a nightmare.

. . . . .

The atmosphere inside the room was tense.

Shen Wanqing curled up into a ball, feeling very conflicted.

She was a little angry, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

After all, she was a young girl, and to have such an intimate scene added so casually, it was really embarrassing for her.

But if she thought about it positively, it wasn’t her first kiss, it was her second.

Who was her first kiss with?

Shen Wanqing thought carefully.

Damn, her first kiss was also with Xie Wuyan.

Shen Wanqing felt suffocated.

The problem is not the kissing scene.

Forced by the situation, she had already accepted becoming a pillow with very little backbone, and the unequal agreement to split the bed in half every night.

But now, Xie Wuyan is so casual with her, and she can’t even argue back, this is so outrageous!

Then she thought that Xie Wuyan could rely on the fact that nobody can beat him to kiss whoever he wants in the future, and Shen Wanqing became even angrier.

What a scumbag!

The villain is really too despicable.

Although she looks fierce on the surface, she always becomes weak in front of Xie Wuyan. Even if she has a small mood, she won’t make a big fuss.

So it’s the first time she looks like she’s about to explode like this.

She really looks very angry.

Xie Wuyan looked at Shen Wanqing, who was angry as a pufferfish. He didn’t know why, but he felt a sense of irritability and stuffiness in his chest when he looked at her unhappy appearance.

So he made a light noise, stood up and walked behind Shen Wanqing.

Xie Wuyan had never had the idea of wanting to cheer someone up before, so he had no idea how to do it.

So he frowned and remained silent for a while before awkwardly saying, “Look up and stand up.”

This is Xie Wuyan’s unique way of coaxing people.

Shen Wanqing wasn’t comforted, and she was even more angry: “I won’t get up.”

“Get up.”

“I won’t.”

Xie Wuyan’s patience was worn down, and he reached out and grabbed Shen Wanqing’s shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

Shen Wanqing was furious, and she raised her head, her eyes turning red with anger: “What are you doing?”

Xie Wuyan suddenly realized that he had more patience than he had imagined.

Especially when he saw Shen Wanqing’s red eyes, he suddenly hesitated, furrowed his brows, and didn’t say anything.

The more Shen Wanqing thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Once she opened her mouth, she couldn’t stop talking and went on and on: “Who cooperates with people like you? You’re just bullying people because you know I can’t beat you.”

Xie Wuyan: “Sorry.”

Shen Wanqing was stunned.

Xie Wuyan repeated: “Sorry.”

He wasn’t used to saying such things.

Even with only one word, he felt incredibly awkward.

Subconsciously, Xie Wuyan turned his head away, avoiding Shen Wanqing’s gaze.

Shen Wanqing asked softly: “What did you say?”

Xie Wuyan’s tone was inexplicably irritable, he let go of her hand and stood up: “Never mind if you didn’t hear it.”

“Hey, wait a minute.”

Shen Wanqing quickly grabbed Xie Wuyan’s sleeve and asked with certainty: “Did you just apologize to me?”

Xie Wuyan turned his head away and didn’t look at her: “Otherwise, is there someone else?”

She didn’t know why, but at the moment Xie Wuyan said “sorry,” she suddenly wasn’t angry anymore.

She knew what those word meant to him.

In the original book, Xie Wuyan wasn’t a person who would feel “sorry.”

For him, saying those word was more difficult than slaughtering the Heavenly Dao Palace.

But he just said it like that now.

Twice.

Shen Wanqing couldn’t believe it and asked: “Then why did you threaten me earlier?”

“When did I threaten you?”

“You threatened me to make me stand up!”

Xie Wuyan: “…That’s not a threat.”

Shen Wanqing didn’t believe it: “Recall the tone you used at the time. Were you not threatening me, but coaxing me?”

Xie Wuyan didn’t say anything.

Shen Wanqing realized: “So, were you really coaxing me with that sentence?”

Xie Wuyan felt his temples throbbing: “Shut up.”

Shen Wanqing couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She let go of him, and her shoulders were shaking lightly: “I’ve never seen anyone coax someone like you do.”

Xie Wuyan reached up and rubbed his brow bone, trying to endure it again and again.

I almost forgot how smug she could be.

However, he didn’t get angry in the end. He just reached out his hand to Shen Wanqing: “Get up.”

Shen Wanqing took his hand and stood up with his help. She patted the dust off her clothes and looked around before realizing that there were only the two of them in the room.

Where did Ji Feichen and the others go?

Shen Wanqing pushed the door suspiciously and found a row of people standing outside like they were being punished.

There was Ji Feichen with a helpless look on his face, Feng Yaoqing smiling, Master Yici expressionless, Qin Zhihuan furious, and a figure tied up with gold thread, cursing non-stop while being bound tightly to a chair.

Shen Wanqing: “…”

Do all of you cultivators love eavesdropping like this?

“I told you I’m not a nightmare demon.”

“Does the princess know? The esteemed Princess Zhao Ping .”

“Even if the Northern Kingdom is destroyed, I am still the Princess Zhao Ping! Please do not compare me with those lowly demons.”

The figure was tightly bound to the chair with gold thread, but still spoke fiercely, revealing its sharp little tiger teeth every time it opened its mouth.

Feng Yaoqing turned to Qin Zhihuan: “Lord Qin, do you remember this princess?”

The Northern Kingdom was a small country, undeveloped in both military and commerce. It had always relied on the protection of major powers to survive.

Five years ago, the Northern Kingdom was annihilated by the Southern Kingdom. The speed of its demise was so fast that it didn’t even cause much of a stir.

A princess of a fallen nation in such a weak country was completely insignificant.

However, Qin Zhihuan played a pivotal role in this battle. He beheaded the Emperor of the Northern Kingdom and was awarded the title of lord as a result.

Qin Zhihuan turned his head to look at Princess Zhao Ping, his eyes narrowing as if he was carefully scrutinizing her.

After a long time, he shook his head: “I haven’t seen her before.”

The little princess immediately exclaimed: “You haven’t seen me? What are you talking about! You even made it to the bottom of our Northern Kingdom’s imperial city, yet you can’t even recognize the princess in the palace? Your memory is so poor, no wonder the girl you like doesn’t like you.”

Qin Zhihuan remained silent and then turned his head, asking: “Can this demon be eliminated?”

Princess Zhao Ping was so angry that her clothes were fluttering up and down from the demonic energy: “You are angry out of embarrassment!”

Feng Yaoqing felt a headache, but she immediately grasped the point: “So, you’ve been tormenting Young Marquis Qin for so many years, making him suffer like this?”

“What do you mean by tormenting?” Princess Zhao Ping’s voice trembled with anger, “Do you think I want to follow him? I opened my eyes and found myself stuck to him. No matter how far I ran, I would eventually come back. Do you think I like looking at the face of this enemy? And he’s so plain and unremarkable.”

Feng Yaoqing: “So you want to kill him?”

Princess Zhao Ping looked surprised: “Is it that serious? I just give him nightmares every night, in which he turns into a pig and gets killed.”

Feng Yaoqing: … as expected of a princess.

Qin Zhihuan gritted his teeth: “So, can this demon be eliminated?”

Princess Zhao Ping retorted: “You’re just getting angry out of embarrassment!”

Master Yici stood up, carefully examined Princess Zhao Ping and asked: “Your Highness Zhao Ping, do you remember how you died?”

Princess Zhao Ping was stunned, with a bewildered expression on her face: “I don’t remember. I only remember that after the imperial city was captured, my guards took me out of the palace through a small path, and then… and then I woke up like this.”

Master Yici nodded: “She might not be lying.”

Qin Zhihuan was the one who destroyed the Northern Kingdom.

It was very likely that Princess Zhao Ping was killed by an ambush while escaping, and her body was not properly buried, which led to her strong resentment. Therefore, she still haunted Qin Zhihuan after death and could not move on.

“I understand. If we want to help Young Marquis Qin get rid of the ghost’s entanglement, we probably need to find Princess Zhao Ping’s body.”

Although it had been five years, if her soul was still present, there might still be hope of finding her remains.

However, the compass spun several times but still didn’t indicate any direction.

This shouldn’t be.

According to Ji Feichen’s abilities, finding the trail of a corpse should be nothing but simple.

Just then, the bamboo tube containing the Solitary Light Sword gemstone flew out, a beam of light shot out, and landed directly on Princess Zhao Ping’s forehead.

Why did the Solitary Light Sword react to Princess Zhao Ping?

Princess Zhao Ping: “What is this? Are you trying to assassinate me?”

Ji Feichen noticed something was off and asked for Princess Zhao Ping’s birthdate, calculated it, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Princess Zhao Ping became nervous: “Is there a problem?”

Ji Feichen: “Princess Zhao Ping, has anyone ever told you that you have a pure yin physique?”

Princess Zhaoping thought for a moment and nodded: “My father mentioned it. He said that when I was young, some Taoist priests came to the palace and said that about me.”

Feng Yaoqing: “Feichen, do you think…?”

Ji Feichen: “Yes, the Solitary Light Sword successfully sealed the demon lord of that year, but it came at a cost. The souls and bodies of the previous sword makers who were used to forge the sword were all scattered by the demon lord’s power. So now, the Solitary Light Sword should only have a blade but it is missing its sword spirit and needs to be recast to restore its previous power.”

This plot, Shen Wanqing understands it crystal clear.

In the original book’s ending, Feng Yaoqing sacrificed herself to the sword because the sword spirit could not be rekindled.

However, as the God Sword that resists evil spirits, it is extremely difficult to forge a new sword spirit for the Solitary Light Sword.

First, the sacrificial person must have pure yin physique.

Second, the sacrifice must be voluntary and not forced.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the Solitary Light Sword responded to Zhao Ping because she was a sacrificial person who offered herself to the sword willingly.

But if that’s the case, why doesn’t she remember anything?

“When the Solitary Light Sword was forged, 341 predecessors sacrificed their flesh and soul,” said Ji Feichen, “So, to forge a new Solitary Light Sword, you need that many pure yin physique for sacrifice.”

Master Yici, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: “There was another option, but it’s impossible now.”

“What option?”

“If a member of the blood-burning clan with a pure yin physique is willing to sacrifice themselves, then these 341 people would not be needed,” Master Yici sighed, “but unfortunately, this clan’s lineage was broken over a decade ago.”

The air froze for a moment.

Xie Wuyan lowered his eyelashes and glanced at Master Yici beside him.

Shen Wanqing watched the play and saw herself on stage: …

How come there are some not-so-good settings added again?

She straightened out all the character settings of her and the character settings of Feng Yaoqing.

Known: Feng Yaoqing = the last pure yin physique in the original book = 1 + 340 = Completion of the Solitary Light Sword.

Also: Shen Wanqing = blood-burning clan + pure yin physique = 341 = Completion of the Solitary Light Sword.

Moreover: Both sides of the equation are equal.

Therefore: Shen Wanqing = Feng Yaoqing + no need to sacrifice 340 people.

…it seems like I suddenly understand the huge conspiracy behind the system’s plot.

Shen Wanqing: “I’m tired. Goodbye.”

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Chapter 49: Why is there still a kissing scene?

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Three people fell into silence.

Shen Wanqing could even hear the sound of Ji Feichen inhaling sharply beside her, followed by him turning his head to stare at her with a worried expression like an old father.

Shen Wanqing felt so embarrassed that her scalp went numb, “Why are you staring at me? It’s not like I’m the one dreaming!”

She could only avoid Ji Feichen’s probing gaze and instead focus seriously on her own version in the wedding dress.

To be honest, Qin Zhihuan had good taste.

Not only was the wedding dress and accessories beautiful, but the makeup on her face was also beautifully done. It had a built-in beauty effect that made Shen Wanqing feel a little conceited.

Indeed, this was her fatal attraction.

Although Ji Feichen had a lot to say, it was clear that the current scene was not suitable for chitchat.

He sighed and whispered, “The dream realm is connected to the spiritual realm, so we must be careful and avoid making too much noise to prevent him from losing his mind.”

Shen Wanqing nodded, but then heard a very loud and clattering sound coming from beside her.

Turning her head, Xie Wuyan dragged a stool from the side and sat down on it impatiently, then put his legs on the table. He glanced at Shen Wanqing, who was sitting at the head of the bed in a wedding dress, sneered lightly, and then calmly commented, “Ugly.”

Shen Wanqing couldn’t stand this comment, “How can it be ugly?! Look at the small accessory on my head, it’s so beautiful. I couldn’t even dream of such a pretty accessory!”

Xie Wuyan gave her a cold look and his tone made her shiver, “You seem to be dreaming a lot.”

?

Do even the villains get upset when someone dreams?

Xie Wuyan didn’t look at her again, picked up an apple from the table and took a bite, showing a disgusted expression before throwing it aside.

The apple rolled all the way to the feet of ‘Shen Wanqing’.

Although it’s possible to enter someone else’s dream as long as one controls their own spiritual sense, if there’s too much movement, it can still make the dream’s owner feel something is off.

“…It’s like this,” Shen Wanqing said in a hushed tone, “we need to speak quieter.”

“Oh.”

Xie Wuyan responded while idly playing with the plate of red dates and melon seeds on the table, making a clattering sound.

Shen Wanqing advised earnestly, “It’s okay if your voice is loud or not, but I think it’s best not to move around so much.”

“OK.”

Then he casually broke the weighing pole used to lift the red cover and stood up, walking around like a leader on an inspection, and began tearing apart almost half of the things in the house.

Shen Wanqing chased after him and kept talking incessantly.

“Hey, why are you pulling on the bell!”

“Oh.”

“This cup is meant for drinking the ceremonial wine during the exchange of cups. Hey, don’t crush it, be gentler.”

“You still want to drink the ceremonial wine?”

“Why do you think it’s me who wants to drink? It’s not like I’m the one who’s dreaming. If you keep breaking things like this, how can Qin Zhihuan dream?”

“So, you really want to continue like this?”

“What kind of logic is this that you have?!”

And so the two of them began to argue back and forth. At first, Shen Wanqing remembered to keep her voice down, but later she became so angry that she could no longer control herself.

Ji Feichen seemed like the only adult in the room, trying to intervene and calm the two like they were little kids about to pull each other’s hair. But eventually he realized that he couldn’t do anything to stop them and could only sit helplessly on the side and watch.

Finally, Shen Wanqing gave up and let Xie Wuyan do whatever he wanted.

The Demon Lord was really rebellious.

Xie Wuyan seemed to find it boring too, picked up the concentric lock on the table, glanced at it, and then threw it away before sitting down without saying a word.

After watching the two finish arguing, Ji Feichen, exhausted, announced their mission: “We need to patiently wait for Qin Zhihuan’s nightmare to trap him, and then help him break free from the nightmare and bring his soul out. But remember, in his dream, we can only guide him to leave, we cannot go against his will, otherwise his soul will be affected even after he wakes up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the bridal chamber was pushed open.

Qin Zhihuan walked in, dressed in a wedding gown that matched hers.

‘Shen Wanqing’ looked up and gazed at him with tenderness in her eyes.

She even softly called out, “Ah Huan.”

Qin Zhihuan sat down by the bed and gently held her face in his hands, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Shen Wanqing was feeling complicated, and even found it difficult to watch.

She held her forehead with her hand, trying to block the scene in front of her.

She had never used such a cheesy tone in her life.

To make matters worse, Xie Wuyan, who was sitting next to her, kept tapping his finger on the table, almost writing the words “impatient” on his face, putting a lot of pressure on her.

The next second, ‘Shen Wanqing’ was hugged tightly by Qin Zhihuan, with her face pressed against his chest. The two began a back-and-forth exchange of sweet words.

“Do you know how long I waited for you to change your mind?”

“I know. It wasn’t until now that I realized I had been wrong for so many years.”

“From the moment I saw you, I knew that man wasn’t worthy of you.”

Wait…that man?

“Yes, unfortunately I realized it too late. I didn’t realize that he was such a heartless, selfish, unreasonable, greedy, impulsive, cruel, amoral, weak, and ignorant person who doesn’t respect the elderly or care for the young!”

Good guy.

This is combining all the words that describe shortcomings together.

“That’s right.” Qin Zhihuan sighed, “It’s a pity, you once admired such a man. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t mind your past, I only know that I will treat you well.”

…Wait a minute.

Shen Wanqing had a strong sense of ominous premonition.

Could it be that the two of you are talking about 一

“Well, Ah Huan, I promise you, I will never mention Xie Wuyan’s name again.”

This sentence made Ji Feichen and Shen Wanqing both inhale cold air at the same time.

Brilliant.

Why do you still mix personal feelings in your dreams?

The sound of Xie Wuyan tapping his fingertips on the table stopped. He slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on Shen Wanqing’s face. Then he squinted his eyes and sneered.

Shen Wanqing was speechless and choked up: “Don’t shift the blame to someone else.”

Fortunately, Qin Zhihuan’s criticism of Xie Wuyan did not last long.

Because, according to the current atmosphere, they were about to start kissing.

Shen Wanqing’s heart almost stopped.

She felt that if things continued like this, she would see a scene that began with an “A¹” and ended with a “V²,” with two enthusiastic spectators nearby.

Qin Zhihuan leaned down and closed his eyes.

‘Shen Wanqing‘ also lifted her head and lightly placed her hand on Qin Zhihuan’s chest, looking very cooperative.

And just then, their shadows slid down from the bed to the ground like cement, and merged into one.

Shen Wanqing frowned and whispered, “Xie Wuyan, did you notice一”

Before she could finish her sentence,

In almost an instant,

Xie Wuyan’s eyes darkened, and he darted past Shen Wanqing, lifting his hand and piercing through Qin Zhihuan’s chest without hesitation.

“Brother Xie!”

However, Xie Wuyan’s hand did not harm Qin Zhihuan, it simply passed through his chest and directly grasped the heart of ‘Shen Wanqing’.

In an instant, ‘Shen Wanqing’ showed a ferocious expression, then black energy surged from her face, gradually separating from the body as if being pulled out by an invisible hand.

Finally, they broke away abruptly, transformed into a black figure, and rushed out of the window.

‘Shen Wanqing’, who was wearing a wedding dress, falls onto the bed like a puppet that has lost its soul. Then, her limbs gradually melt away until she finally turns into a wisp of smoke.

Outside the bridal chamber was a chaotic mess.

The darkness stretched on endlessly, without any boundaries.

“Qin Zhihuan’s dream only encompasses this small area within the bridal chamber, so everything outside of it is nothingness. We are all in a state of spiritual existence, and going to an unknown area would only be more dangerous,” Ji Feichen grabbed Shen Wanqing’s arm.

“There’s no need to pursue it, just help Qin Zhihuan escape from the dream.”

Escape from the dream?

Shen Wanqing turned to look at Qin Zhihuan.

As he opened his eyes, he couldn’t find Shen Wanqing and called out her name in confusion, searching around.

“To bring someone out of a dream, you need to provoke a strong emotional reaction in them,” Ji Feichen explained.

But now the protagonist of Qin Zhihuan’s dream had already turned into smoke.

Ji Feichen: “If he dreamt of someone else, it might be more difficult, but he dreamt of you.”

Shen Wanqing: “I know it’s me, but…”

Wait a minute.

Shen Wanqing realized.

She looked at Ji Feichen, and Ji Feichen looked at her.

Dreamed about me.

And then I happened to be here.

What a coincidence.

For some reason, Shen Wanqing subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Xie Wuyan.

Xie Wuyan was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and seemed to feel her gaze.

He raised his eyes and met her gaze with an obvious impatience.

It seemed that in the next second, he would directly and violently drag Qin Zhihuan’s soul out, completely ignoring whether such violent behavior would turn him into a fool.

Shen Wanqing felt that Xie Wuyan’s temper had been surprisingly irritable lately.

She fell into deep thought.

If she follow Qin Zhihuan’s dream, she might end up in the bridal chamber.

She didn’t think it was a good idea.

Ji Feichen: “You need to find a way to stimulate him and make him sober.”

After careful consideration, Shen Wanqing realized that intense emotions could awaken Qin Zhihuan, but she didn’t know how to create such intense emotions.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Wanqing made up her mind, “I understand now, I should be able to do it.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Wuyan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his right hand unconsciously clenched, his brow slightly furrowed.

Shen Wanqing released the power that concealed her aura.

Qin Zhihuan immediately noticed her.

“Wanqing, you’re here. I was just…” Qin Zhihuan hesitated for a moment, looked at Shen Wanqing with a probing expression, “Where’s your wedding dress?”

Anything could be considered as stimulation.

Shen Wanqing took a deep breath and decided to use another method to stimulate Qin Zhihuan, “I changed it.”

“Why did you change it?”

“I decided to elope with Xie Wuyan.”

Xie Wuyan: ?

Why do you need to involve me when acting?

Qin Zhihuan’s pupils shrank like lightning: “I don’t believe it. He’s such a despicable person…”

“Yes, I know.”

Shen Wanqing had already prepared her lines, “But what kind of person he is and my feelings for him have nothing to do with each other.”

This sentence is quite stimulating.

However, due to the influence of the nightmare demon, Qin Zhihuan’s dream was very deep, and although his emotions were almost on the verge of collapse, he still stubbornly held on: “I don’t believe it. You promised me that you wouldn’t一”

“Tsk.”

Xie Wuyan impatiently clicked his tongue, released the power that concealed his aura, and appeared in front of Qin Zhihuan.

Qin Zhihuan was shocked: “How did you get here?”

Xie Wuyan didn’t say a word of nonsense, walked up to Shen Wanqing, and the black pupils reflected her figure.

Then he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her towards him in one motion.

Bent down and kissed.

Shen Wanqing: ? ?

Grass! ! !

Why is there still a kissing scene! !

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The author has something to say:

After coming out, Feng Yaoqing asked, “What dangerous scenes did you experience inside?”

Ji Feichen: “He loves her, she loves him then he loves her, but she doesn’t love him. Then when he married her, she still loved him but not him, and then they kissed and he broke down.”

Feng Yaoqing: “…Next time such a good thing happens, be sure to bring me along.”

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Taw’s Note: After considering several things, I have finally decided to upload a new chapter every Thursday and Saturday. ☆ ～(‘▽^人)

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Chapter 48: Shen Wanqing’s Wedding.

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Ji Feichen’s expression became serious: “But have you noticed that the Yin energy on Young Marquis Qin’s body is very heavy?”

Feng Yaoqing agreed: “Yes, I also noticed earlier. He carries many high-quality protective charms, and some of them have already shown signs of cracking. It seems he has encountered some very difficult trouble.”

Ji Feichen pondered for a moment and took out the jade from his treasure bag.

The jade shone and gathered into a golden light, but it did not point in any direction, just circling around the room.

“Indeed, the jade does indicate that the location is here, but we didn’t find any clues related to the Solitary Light Sword just now,” Ji Feichen put away the jade and looked towards the direction where Qin Zhihuan had left with a serious expression, “It seems he must know something.”

“The Solitary Light Sword disappeared more than a hundred years ago,” Feng Yaoqing shook her head, “How could Young Marquis Qin, an ordinary mortal, know anything about it?” She even mentioned Shen Wanqing next to her, “Wanqing, what do you think? Did you notice anything unusual when you were with Young Marquis Qin earlier?”

“I did hear some of his subordinates mention a few things,” Shen Wanqing recalled and said, “They say that this Young Marquis seems to be very unlucky on a daily basis, and he always behaves strangely at night.”

Ji Feichen nodded, “It seems we can only start investigating from him.”

. . . . .

The downpour had just stopped, and everything was damp with a muddy smell in the air.

Shen Wanqing didn’t find Xie Wuyan in the room but instead found Xuanniao, who flew over and pecked at her hair in anger.

There is no other reason.

When Xie Wuyan is in a bad mood, he would want to find something to kill.

But in this deserted wilderness, there are no ghosts or monsters, and Shen Wanqing won’t allow him to kill people. So he can only release Xuanniao and pluck its tail feathers.

Xuanniao was inexplicably poured out of the ring and a bunch of feathers were plucked out before it even woke up. It was angry but dared not say anything. However, anyone could guess which audacious person had provoked its boss.

So Xuanniao, who bullies the weak and fears the strong, came to settle the score with Shen Wanqing, and in an agitated mood, it bit off several strands of her hair.

“You seductive vixen who brings calamity to men! Who allowed you to be so audacious and disrespectful towards my master?! ” Xuanniao shouted until it began to cry, “Do you know how long it took me to grow the feathers on my tail a little bit? They finally started to change color from light gray to black! Give me back my feathers!”

Although Shen Wanqing had a strand of hair plucked out by it, she kindly refrained from arguing with it.

She could tell that Xie Wuyan’s mood was very unstable just by looking at Xuanniao’s miserable appearance.

With a “Who else but me?” attitude, Shen Wanqing decided to go coax the big devil king.

However, Xie Wuyan is not easy to find because he is very powerful, and his aura cannot be detected by tracking techniques.

Shen Wanqing searched the entire inn, even flipping over the water tank and stove in the backyard, but she couldn’t find Xie Wuyan anywhere.

Finally, she hesitated in front of the men’s restroom for a long time, and then made up her mind to sacrifice herself for the peace of the world. She put on a brave face and prepared to go in.

Then, she heard Xie Wuyan’s voice behind her, with a touch of disdain, “I’m not in there.”

Shen Wanqing turned around in surprise and found Xie Wuyan sitting on a tree, with one hand resting on his knee, looking at her as if she were mentally retarded.

He laughed at her, “Are you looking for places where people can stay?”

Shen Wanqing replied, “Because I thought you were different from others.”

Xie Wuyan asked, “Should I also praise you?”

Shen Wanqing answered, “Yeah.”

Then Xie Wuyan fell silent.

The two of them stared at each other.

One person is sitting, while the other is standing on tiptoe, looking up to see the person covered by tree branches.

Shen Wanqing felt a sore neck, and the tree was unusually high.

But after waiting for a while, Xie Wuyan showed no intention of coming down.

Fine.

If you want to coax someone, you have to be sincere.

But Xie Wuyan really picked the tallest tree and sat on the highest branch.

Shen Wanqing thought about her highest flying record and decided to challenge herself.

She stepped firmly on her sword, took off smoothly, and then gradually rose.

Xie Wuyan changed to a comfortable position and leaned back, watching her.

Perhaps it was the psychological shadow of not stepping firmly and falling before, but as the flying sword gradually ascended, Shen Wanqing noticeably slowed down.

However, even so, she found that she and Xie Wuyan were always a little bit apart and couldn’t reach each other.

It’s strange.

She decided to increase her speed.

But she still couldn’t reach him.

So she bounced up and down in front of Xie Wuyan like a groundhog, her head occasionally popping up and quickly lowering again.

Something’s not right.

Shen Wanqing looked down.

Surprise! When did this tree grow so tall!

The instigator laughed wildly, “Isn’t it flying pretty high?”

Shen Wanqing immediately pretended to be aggrieved, “You’re bullying me.”

Xie Wuyan: “Yeah.”

Grass.

Shen Wanqing stopped pretending anymore.

She felt that if she continued like this, Xie Wuyan would be able to confront her all night long, and if the tree continued to grow like this, it would definitely attract a crowd of onlookers.

So Shen Wanqing decided to surprise him by jumping onto a branch, catching Xie Wuyan off guard.

And then she jumped.

Before she could even scream, Xie Wuyan grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, causing her to fall on top of him in a very ambiguous position.

Xie Wuyan asked, “What, are you trying to commit suicide?”

Shen Wanqing sat up and didn’t move, looking into his eyes.

Xie Wuyan just looked back at her.

The two of them didn’t stay quiet for too long. The next second, Shen Wanqing smiled and raised her eyes, saying, “Let me make you happy.”

Xie Wuyan was a little stunned, silent for a long time. Then, without saying a word, he reached out and pushed her shoulder, pushing her away a bit. But he didn’t let go of her hand immediately. After a moment’s pause, he pulled her to switch places with him, so that she leaned against the tree trunk while he sat down next to her.

He curled up the corners of his lips, seeming to sneer lightly, then said in a light tone, “I’m not angry.”

Shen Wanqing: If you’re not angry, then why did you pluck Xuanniao’s feathers?

But she didn’t dare to expose the Demon Lord’s little tsundere behavior. She just nodded along with his words and said softly, “I wasn’t protecting Qin Zhihuan.”

Xie Wuyan: “Oh.”

“I think Qin Zhihuan is just an ordinary person,” Shen Wanqing began to use sweet words, every word full of emotion, “Not only that, but he also knows no magic spells, and can’t even beat Xuanniao! And you, Brother Xie, who are so powerful and unmatched in the world, how can you lower yourself to fight with such an ordinary person! I won’t allow the esteemed Brother Xie to to be wronged.”

At night, with some humidity in the air, the leaves were still a little damp, and some water droplets fell off the tips of the leaves and moistened Shen Wanqing’s shoulders.

Beside her, Xie Wuyan laughed.

He propped himself up against the tree trunk, tilted his head back slightly, and laughed so much that his shoulders were trembling.

Shen Wanqing turned to look at him.

When she first met Xie Wuyan, she never thought that one day she would be in such a scene, interacting with him so naturally and calmly.

She found that she was not as afraid of him as she had imagined, and she didn’t know when it started.

It’s as if in her eyes, he were never a villain who would destroy the world, but just an ordinary person like everyone else, with his own emotions.

“Are you not angry at me anymore?” Shen Wanqing leaned closer to him and asked cautiously.

There was a faint smile in Xie Wuyan’s eyes.

He looked up and glanced at the dark moon above his head, then closed his eyes and opened them again.

Forget it.

When he faced her, he always found himself more reluctant than he had imagined.

Xie Wuyan said, “I’m not angry.”

Shen Wanqing knew this time he was telling the truth.

She quietly approached him again, and then handed him the hand that she had been holding tightly since earlier.

Xie Wuyan glanced at her and asked, “What is it?”

“Hair,” Shen Wanqing opened her hand, revealing a small clump of hair.

She sniffled and began to act like a complaining wife, saying, “I counted them, there are exactly seventeen! Xuanniao pulled them out just now, it hurt so much.”

Xie Wuyan: “…”

This may be the “an eye for an eye” principle in action.

So, half an hour later, Xie Wuyan plucked a feather from Xuanniao, who was now painfully rubbing its butt, without knowing which step had gone wrong.

. . . . .

Shen Wanqing had never seen someone as unlucky as Qin Zhihuan.

While going up the mountain to burn incense, they encountered a storm and had to stay at an inn, where they were robbed by bandits. The next day, their carriage almost fell off a cliff due to being spooked by something, and after being pulled up in a panic, Qin Zhihuan hit his head on a rock and fell unconscious. When he woke up that night, he found that his wound had become infected and he had a high fever that wouldn’t subside.

After a lot of effort, the group of people finally managed to drag this disabled person up to the temple.

This temple is located in a very remote location and there are no worshippers here on ordinary days. The only ones in the temple are Master Yici and his young disciple who are guarding it.

According to reason, Qin Zhihuan must have had some compelling reason to come all the way here.

However, Master Yici has no reputation in the martial arts world and his abilities don’t seem particularly strong. In addition, the temple is very simple, and the surrounding Yin energy is heavy, so it doesn’t seem like a place where a hermit would reside.

“Excuse me for being presumptuous, but may I ask why your Young Marquis came all the way here?” Feng Yaoqing asked the attendant beside Qin Zhihuan, inquiring about the news.

The attendant shook his head, seemingly puzzled. After thinking for a while, he cautiously said, “Perhaps it has to do with the dreams that Young Marquis has been having every night. But previously, the master at home said that Young Marquis’ constitution is prone to attracting ghosts, and he might have been cursed by someone. Lately, Young Marquis has been plagued by strange dreams and decided to come here one day. I don’t know much about the specifics.”

After inquiring from various sources, it was discovered that Qin Zhihuan hardly revealed anything to his attendants.

Everyone only knew that their Young Marquis was prone to attracting ghosts due to his constitution and had bad luck most of the time, but they didn’t know much else.

Originally, Master Yici planned to directly ask Qin Zhihuan after he woke up, but he didn’t expect him to have been unconscious since arriving at this temple. It was just a normal fever, and it should have been easily treated with folk remedies and medical care, but he has been in a coma for two consecutive days.

After observing for a while, Master Yici furrowed his brow and said, “He most likely encountered something unclean and his consciousness is trapped in a dream. If he is not awakened in time, he may become lost.”

So that night, the group prepared to use the dream-entry technique to explore the situation. They planned to leave Feng Yaoqing, who was the only one with medical knowledge, outside to keep watch and have Shen Wanqing take care of things outside.

However, it was clear that Xie Wuyan was not very interested in saving Qin Zhihuan and had a very unenthusiastic attitude, possibly even worsen the situation.

Shen Wanqing felt that if she didn’t indulge Xie Wuyan, he might just casually kill someone in his dream, since it would be difficult to catch him and have evidence against him.

So she volunteered to go along.

She thought it was just a matter of waking someone up in someone else’s dream, and that nothing unexpected would happen easily.

As a result, as soon as she entered, she saw a sea of red, very festive.

Looking up, there was a bed with a “double happiness” character on the headboard.

Shen Wanqing fell silent for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.

She felt like she had only known Qin Zhihuan for a few days, and couldn’t possibly dream of marrying her.

Then the next second, she saw herself wearing a colorful feather dress and a golden crown, walking in from outside the house, and sitting down on the wedding bed right in front of Ji Feichen, Xie Wuyan, and herself.

Goodness, it really can happen.

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Author’s note:

Xie Wuyan: I hate this particular arc.

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Taw’s Note: Hi~ ＼(￣▽￣)／

So I’m continuing to translate this novel because I find the story interesting. For the previous chapter, you can click here.

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