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Three years later, Yao Hai Dream Devour.
"Respected King, the triannual Dream Devour has always been advocated by the Dream Sovereign. This time, she..."
The attendant opened his mouth but ultimately fell silent and retreated. The person behind the layers of curtains was still in a drunken slumber from the night before. This had been the case for three years.
After the attendant left, An Wusheng opened his eyes. His blood-red pupils seemed to reveal every swollen blood vessel within them, yet he sat on the edge of the bed, lost and quiet like an injured beast.
Today was his last hope.
Qingchou was the Dream Sovereign, governing all the hearts of those who offered dreams in Yao Hai. If one wished to escape after great sorrow and pain, they could seek out Qingchou and surrender their heart, thus falling into a deep sleep. However, there were always those who, after a few years when the pain faded, would want to awaken. That was why there was this triannual Yao Hai Dream Devour.
Now that Qingchou was absent, only Mubai could summon the Dream Soul.
An Wusheng walked into the dark chamber and activated the mechanism submerged in Yao Hai. Below it lay his only remaining bargaining chip.
He knew Mubai was Qingchou's only close friend; she would surely not abandon him.
"Mubai, can you feel her heart? Is she far from me? Does she still think of the Northern King?"
He descended the steps and sat by the celestial pond, picking up a chess piece and placing it down. The weakness in his voice made him feel lost.
Mubai, sitting across from him, hesitated for a moment. The white piece rubbed gently between her fingers, but she did not speak.
"In these past two years, our clan has faced frequent turmoil. Just a few days ago, several children disappeared from the coast. Public opinion has turned against me; everyone blames my rule for being excessive and disregarding laws, claiming I have allowed the Sea Demons to bully us recklessly, which led them to madness and child-eating."
It was as if he were talking to himself. "Those Sea Demons are imprisoned in Misty Manor; how could they possibly escape to eat children? Ultimately, my reputation is too poor; I deserve this public scorn."
He seemed to have accumulated too many unspoken thoughts, and with no one to share them with, he poured out his heart to Mubai as if venting his grievances.
"What I say now, she won't believe. My connection with the Northern King runs too deep; some things don't need to be spoken aloud, yet we understand each other. Ten years ago, Yao Hai was leaderless, and the Sea Demon ran rampant, killing without rest day and night. The cannon fire never ceased for a moment. I used some tactics to exchange for today's peace, and I do not regret it."
He placed another piece on the board, but Mubai suddenly withdrew her hand.
He sat there straight, his gaze filled with an unnamed coldness, every word dripping with cruelty.
"Using some tactics means seducing the Southern King's daughter to make them hand over their weapons and life boxes? Slaughtering the East Sea Merfolk and framing it on the Eastern King, forcing him to die in humiliation? Or using the Shura Chess Game to trap the so-called deeply connected Northern King's heart vein, forcing him to death? An Wusheng, no matter how you twist and turn, Yao Hai would not have lost so many lives."
An Wusheng was stunned.
The way he spoke, his gaze—how much they resembled Qingchou!
"Who exactly are you?"
He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he pushed aside the chessboard between them. He stepped closer, and all softness instantly turned to nothingness as he exerted silent authority over Mubai.
Mubai sneered: " An Wusheng, I haven't left for three years. I just wanted to see how miserable your life truly is."
She tore off the human skin mask from her face, revealing her true appearance.
Her delicate features were breathtakingly beautiful.
It was Qingchou, the one he could only embrace in dreams. An Wusheng couldn't help but laugh at herself.
"Drinking away the nights—does that feel good? In the end, saying these words that leave no room for anything else—what's the use?"
Qingchou bypassed him, an inexplicable sorrow tinting her eyes. “Mubai has already left, and now in Yao Hai Waters, there is nothing you can use to threaten me.”
She sat here every day, watching his every move from Dream Soul. Without her by his side, he seemed to have become very weak, yet also very free. Getting drunk was not suitable for someone like him who was high up, but perhaps only in this way could he be defenseless, his drowsy face resembling that of a child.
It seemed that only when he was with her did he show such a fierce expression, raging like a storm.
She lowered her eyes, suppressing all her reluctance, making her voice sound cold and heartless. “ An Wusheng, today at Dream Devour, I will return the hearts of all dreamers to them. From now on, Yao Hai will no longer have a Dream Sovereign.”
“Want to leave?”
He seized her wrist. “Have you not had enough fun after three years? Qingchou, if you dare to leave, I will unleash those Sea Demons and let them devour the people of Yao Hai, making your brother unable to rest in peace even as a ghost!”
“Madman!”
She bit down on the back of his hand, drawing blood and tearing flesh.
Yet An Wusheng only smiled, a mix of sorrow and joy.
He had always been at a loss when it came to her and had overly indulged her, leading himself to this ridiculous state.
But it didn’t matter; as long as he could keep her, he would gladly endure anything.
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