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"An Wusheng, I don't want to marry you. You are arrogant and unreasonable, bullying others with your power. I absolutely refuse to marry you."
"If you don't want to marry me, then why were you standing at the bow of the ship that day? Don't you know that day was my selection ceremony for a wife?"
As for me, Yao Hai, I happened to pass by when he forcibly took her. He used his identity as the King of the Yao Sea to pressure her into submission. At that time, he thought she was just being stubborn or shy like a typical girl.
"An Wusheng, even though I am married to you now, I still don't like you... Please don't touch me, or I will hate you."
If it weren't for you, I would dismiss the demands of other women as nonsense, but because it's you, I agree to your request.
On the night of their wedding, she wore her phoenix crown and bridal robes, hiding within the red silk canopy, avoiding his every gaze. There was a hint of disgust and disdain; he must be crazy to let her behave this way.
"Do you not feel despicable for killing the Northern King to take this position?"
"You dare say such things to me as my wife?"
"I never wanted to be your wife, An Wusheng. You have always known that."
During their late-night conversations in the boudoir, she repeatedly mentioned the Northern King, subtly criticizing his ruthlessness and cruelty. She was a woman with a heart as hard as iron, and he slowly began to realize this.
"Qingchou, I'm so tired. Can I lean on you for a moment?" "For someone who lingers in a fragrant chamber to say they are tired, how shameless can you be? I should kill you."
He spent every night in the red chamber, initially testing her resolve but unexpectedly drawing out her true feelings. As expected, she did not love him.
She had always been so detestable, showing no concealment of her hatred for him. Later, he understood that she came to his side just to torment him.
"An Wusheng, you bastard, don't even think about it! If you touch me again, I'll die right in front of you!"
He acted madly under the influence of alcohol, while she struggled repeatedly, unwilling to let him touch her even a little. By then, they had been married for three years, and he had given in to her at every turn, retreating into a corner. Would she really threaten him with death? She truly knew how to hit his soft spot.
The torment continued over and over until he was left battered and bruised. He didn't even realize when his obsession with Qingchou had grown so deep that he could no longer allow any woman to touch him.
"From now on, if you bring those people in again, Eunuch, bring their heads to me."
An Wusheng turned over, lying half-reclined on the couch with his chest exposed, glancing at the woman who fled in panic before lowering his eyes wearily.
He missed her, almost to the point of madness...
Meanwhile, Qingchou lay on the rooftop of Bamboo Loft Village by the shore of Yao Hai, gazing at the moonlight with several wine jars scattered around her.
A slender figure climbed up along the eaves.
She held a wine jar, the light reflecting in her eyes as she blinked in confusion. "Mubai, didn't you already leave?"
Mubai did not answer but instead asked, "You still refuse to leave; you always have him in your heart. Qingchou, have you forgotten your hatred?"
As the effects of the alcohol faded away, Qingchou was startled and buried her face in her hands, tears seeping through her fingers. Perhaps due to the wine, her defenses had weakened: "What should I do? How can I like a demon who killed my family? But I just can't bring myself to do it!"
Countless times in the night, I heard his steady breathing. I raised the dagger, but each time I was about to cut his throat, I faltered and fled in panic.
"Qingchou, after seeing those who have given their hearts in Dream Soul, can you still not understand the greater good?"
Mubai reached out and snatched the drink from her hand. Qingchou suddenly awakened as if enlightened, throwing herself into Mubai's arms and weeping uncontrollably.
Not far away, white waves rolled and the sound of the sea echoed as a ship swiftly glided away.
An Wusheng, you must truly be mad to come looking for her.
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