The Shangguan Yaohua hated Ping Ruoyu to the core, but if he really let her die, he knew that everything was destined to happen. He clenched his teeth and stared at the red mark on her neck. He knew that her love and hate would be intense to this extent. The situation was imminent, so he helplessly waved his hand and said, "Fine, don't be rash. I'll marry … I'll marry you!"
Ping Ruoyu already knew that victory was in his hands. He moved the blade away from his neck and raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Is that true? You're not lying to me? "
The Shangguan Yaohua coldly snorted, "Ping Ruoyu, let me tell you, I, the Shangguan Yaohua, hate being threatened the most. If you use this method to force me to submit, I'll never forgive you. Hmph, fine, I'll fulfill your wish! I can marry you. We'll only be husband and wife in name, but not in reality. If you want to be alone in your room, that's up to you as well! I'll continue to do my own things and find my own woman. As for you, I won't give you a second glance. However, in order to create a false image in front of all our relatives and friends, you'd better scrupulously abide by the virtues of a wife. As a wife, you should act like a wife. Moreover, you're the future Princess Consort. You should always be careful with your words and actions, if you don't want to be criticized by others. "
Ping Ruoyu pondered for a moment, then moved the dagger away from his neck and indifferently said, "Fine. I can do whatever you want. I just want to be your wife, even if it's just in name. "
The Shangguan Yaohua coldly laughed, "You think that you're compromising and are very noble, don't you? Hm? Fine, you win! However, I'll warn you first. If there comes a day when I find out that everything you said today was just part of your plan, I'll definitely kill you with my own hands! I hate it when people lie to me. You'd better remember this well! " After throwing out a few harsh words, he turned around and left with an icy arrogance. He slammed the door behind him and didn't look at her again.
When the wooden door collided with the door frame, it caused an extremely loud 'clang' sound, as if it had also collided with Ping Ruoyu's heart. Only the cold and gloomy aura of the cold wind lingered in the small room for a long time.
Ping Ruoyu's spirit finally broke down. He fell forward and placed his hands on the table. His shoulders trembled, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. His voice trembled as he said, "Yao Hua … does this count as my victory? Heh, in this bet, am I the winner or are you the winner? What I want is not your body, but your heart! But only when I mentioned Nangong Xue, and used her reputation as a stake, could you compromise. So, are you marrying me for my sake, or for her? Why did the heavens treat me like this when I didn't want to play around in the mortal world and wanted to have a good love? Brother Yao Hua, what am I to you? What am I? "
His tears soaked his clothes, and the teardrops fell onto the table. His eyes gradually became bloodshot. He grabbed the cups, bowls, plates, and plates on the table and fiercely smashed them against the wall. Looking at the originally exquisite porcelain smashed against the hard wall, it immediately became unrecognizable and turned into scattered fragments. Only then did he feel a bit of satisfaction from venting.
Looking around the room, he didn't care that his body was still weak. He raised the dagger in his hand and madly waved it around the room, crying hysterically. The vase was smashed, the table was split, and the calligraphy on the wall was torn into pieces by the sword qi, fluttering in the air.
When the servants in the residence heard the commotion, they all rushed over to check. They knocked on the door and shouted, saying all kinds of good things. Ping Ruoyu ignored them and leaned against the door. She felt that her heart was like those fragments, unable to be pieced back together. Her body had just recovered a bit, and after the extreme sword dance, she used up the little bit of internal energy she had left. Her vision turned black, and she fainted, sliding against the door and falling to the ground.
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Time passed quietly. In the blink of an eye, the seventh day of Meng Anying's death had passed. Li Yijie cried in front of his master's grave again. He finally packed his luggage and carried his long sword on his back, intending to pull himself together.
The past few days were not only for him to adjust his state of mind, but also for him to use "keeping vigil for his master's grave" as an excuse. He really didn't want to raise his head and face reality. Until that day had passed, he had lost even the last bit of his ability to escape.
Everyone has a kind of constancy. When one imagines something, one will often exaggerate it a hundred times, and one's troubles will also become extremely difficult. When one really starts to implement it, one only needs to take the first step, and everything else will follow naturally.
Li Yijie straightened his back and stood in front of Meng Anying's new grave. He felt that his state of mind had changed from the initial confusion, fear, and grief into indifference, or perhaps it was the new courage for the future. He would never dare to forget his master's revenge, his shidi's revenge, and it would be difficult for him to forget. He vowed that he would kill the Seven Demons with his own hands while he was still alive.
The Huashan disciples were all dressed in white. Not too far from him, they formed several neat rows, standing solemnly as they sent their master and shidi off at the same time. Nangong Xue silently stood by Li Yijie's side, gently holding his arm. According to their promise, their next step was to carry out the plan and instigate a war between the Devil Cult and the Imperial Court.
Li Yijie knew in his heart that he would never be able to push Nangong Xue away in this lifetime. He had said that the two of them would live and die together, advance and retreat together. He didn't want to make any unnecessary empty promises, so he reached out and held Nangong Xue's hand. This handshake contained gratitude, encouragement, and blessings at the same time. At this moment, silence spoke louder than words. After a long time, Li Yijie took a deep breath, turned around, and said, "Let's go!"
Before the two of them could go down the mountain, the Imperial Court suddenly sent an envoy to visit. He opened his mouth very politely, saying that Noble Consort Yun invited Alliance Head Li to the Palace to discuss a matter. Afraid that they would ask further, he immediately added, "How can we, as servants, have the right to ask about our master's matters? Alliance Head Li will know when he arrives. "
Li Yijie was greatly surprised. Ever since he failed to do his job well, Shen Shiyun had become more and more disappointed in him. She hadn't summoned him for a long time. Why did she suddenly change her mind at this critical moment today? Was it on a whim, or was it because she didn't plan well enough a few days ago, so the news was leaked? It was hard to predict whether a disaster would be a blessing or a curse. However, no matter what, he believed that Shen Shiyun didn't have any malicious intentions towards him.
Nangong Xue couldn't persuade him, so the two of them could only agree. They followed the envoy down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a prepared sedan chair. Looking at the sedan chair, it seemed that Shen Shiyun was certain that the two of them would agree to her invitation.
The envoy didn't speak again until they reached the Snow Song Palace. He led the two of them all the way inside. When they reached a side room in the palace hall, he stepped aside, opened the curtain, and gestured for them to enter. The two of them looked at each other. Li Yijie smiled faintly at her and stepped in first. There was a round table in the room. On both sides of the table, there were clearly two groups of people. They were as distinct as the Chu River and Han River.
On the right were old men with grey-white beards that reached their chests. Some of them looked ferocious, while others looked irritable. Li Yijie stood a few steps away, but he could feel that there was a layer of internal energy lingering in front of each of them. It was like a layer of barrier. It was enough to show that their attainments in internal energy were extremely high. However, he didn't recognize one of these people. It seemed that he was a Wulin senior who hadn't appeared in the world for a long time. These kinds of masters were often both righteous and evil. Their temperament was as strange as Yuan and Second Manor Master Ping.
On the left were high-ranking people in the imperial palace. Just from the way they were dressed, one could tell that their ranks weren't low. For example, Prince Regent Dorgon, Prince Fu, and his adopted son, Shangguan Yaohua, were all in this group.
Shangguan Yaohua's attire today was especially luxurious. His clothes and accessories were dazzling with golden light. Even his wrist guards were made of pure gold. Ping Ruoyu was dressed in a bright red robe. Her hair was combed into a high bun with a green jade hairpin. She wore a pearl flower on her temple. Although she was dressed like a young married woman, her appearance was still gorgeous and bright. At this time, she was sitting next to Shangguan Yaohua like a little bird. Seeing that other guests had arrived, she raised her head and smiled at the two of them.
The Four Great Clans were supposed to be outside of the secular world. They shouldn't care about worldly affairs. Why was Ping Ruoyu mingling with these people? Li Yijie and Li Yijie didn't know what happened and couldn't figure it out.
Shen Shiyun was sitting in the host's seat, wearing heavy makeup. Clothes, jewelry, gold, silver, jade, beads, exquisite bracelets, everything was available. She looked even more graceful and luxurious, but also more difficult to approach. To the side, there was another empty seat. According to the arrangement of the seats, if there was someone qualified to sit in that seat, their status should be equal to Shen Shiyun's. However, according to common sense, when organizing this kind of event, the host would deliberately show that she was above everyone else. How could she allow others to take away her limelight?
Looking again, he also had to count himself as the Wulin Alliance Leader. He didn't know what kind of effort Shen Shiyun had to put in to be able to gather this group of people, who normally could move the world with a stomp of their feet. Historically, the more effort one put in, the higher the price, and the wider the scheme. For Shen Shiyun to put in so much effort, what was her plan? Li Yijie already had a vague idea, but he really didn't want to accept it.
Everyone in the room was originally lively, but when they saw the arrival of the new guest, they all stopped talking at the same time. This kind of lifeless silence was especially uncomfortable. Especially when he was in the enemy's camp and was being watched by everyone. It was as if he was in a trap, being watched and pointed out by the master, discussing how to deal with him. It was even more unbearable.
Li Yijie suddenly felt shocked by his own thoughts. How could he have included Yun 'er's palace in the "enemy's camp"? He couldn't help but secretly laugh at himself for being so paranoid. He coughed dryly and said, "When this humble one received Her Highness' order, I immediately set off. However, because Huashan Road is far, I was delayed on the way and seemed to be a bit late. Please forgive me. " When he spoke, he put himself in the position of Snow Song Palace's servant again, and not the awe-inspiring Wulin Alliance Leader.
Shen Shiyun seemed to be used to his "lack of ambition" and said indifferently, "It's fine. This gathering has just started. Moreover, what I said before has nothing to do with you. Although the death of your master is sad, I can only ask Alliance Leader Li to restrain your grief. You will still have to live your life in the future. " These words were spoken in a cold tone, as if Meng Anying's death was a trivial matter. It would be foolish to grieve over it.
Li Yijie's heart immediately burned with anger. However, he didn't come here today to quarrel with others. There were many experts here, so he couldn't take advantage of them and forced himself to endure.
Seven years ago, the group of old men had heard that the new Wulin Alliance Chief was called Li Yijie, but because they had never met him, they only had a vague impression of his name. They looked at the young man in front of them, who was no more than twenty years old, who didn't even put him in his eyes. When they thought about how Shen Shiyun had found a helper from who knew where and wanted to sit with them, it was no different from humiliating himself.
Li Yijie pulled Nangong Xue's hand and walked towards an empty seat at the end of the right side. At this time, there were only two seats left. Li Yijie naturally wouldn't be so tactful as to sit in the other master's seat. As for sitting at the end of the table, it was only because it was "inconspicuous". Shangguan Yaohua glared at the two people's tightly clasped hands with a displeased expression.
Shen Shiyun suddenly raised her eyebrows and her gaze fell on Nangong Xue's face. She sneered, "Some people are really thick-skinned! I clearly didn't send her an invitation, but she still wants to join in the fun. This isn't some banquet at the beginning of the year. Is there a need to deliberately show off the deep love between husband and wife? Are you mocking others for not being as loving as them? "
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