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Emperor Shitian.
"The plum blossoms have bloomed, Sister-in-law, let's go enjoy the flowers together. Actually, I prefer to call you Sister Jinse." Spiritual Incense wrapped in a fox fur coat, nestled in Mel's arms, laughing happily. On such a cold day, it brings a sense of warmth just to look at her. Spiritual Incense is really growing up slowly.
"You can still call me sister." Jinse smiled sadly. When did Jinse's smile become like this?
Fengyin tied a knot on Hibiscus's cloak and said softly, "Heart troubles really have no cure." After speaking, she looked up at Hibiscus, who still wore a Mask, "Are you cold, Benefactor?"
Hibiscus reached out and hugged Fengyin tightly, "It's really cold."
"I'm cold too," Fengyin replied, returning the embrace with her cheek resting against his chest.
"The emperor has arrived, Consort Yu is here."
"Your Majesty, these plum blossoms are beautiful. Please pick one for me to wear."
Seeing this scene, Jinse felt a sharp pain in her heart, losing even the strength to stand and admire the flowers.
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
"Oh? Does Queen still have me in her heart?"
"Elder Brother Emperor, you came to enjoy the flowers too. Brother Mugen is here as well." Noticing the atmosphere had become somewhat tense, Spiritual Incense couldn't help but speak to ease it.
"Jin Zhi. Mel."
"Since the emperor and the noble consort are enjoying the flowers together, we won't disturb you." Fengyin smiled gently. As soon as she said this, Xuan Dynasty's face turned pale, while Jinse covered her mouth and chuckled, feeling a warmth in her heart. It turned out that the best sisters would still stand up for her and feel angry for her.
"Yes, it's rare for the emperor to be in such good spirits; we'll take our leave now." Jinse took Fengyin's hand and walked ahead. Hibiscus shook his head and said to Xuan Dynasty, "You enjoy this blessing of harmony."
"Mei Er, we've seen the flowers; let's go out of the palace to eat something."
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
As a result, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the Xuan Dynasty and Poppy still at the scene.
"Your Majesty, isn't it nice for us to enjoy this flower forest together?" Seeing that Xuan Dynasty did not respond and was lost in thought while gazing into the distance, Poppy followed Xuan Dynasty's gaze and saw a man in green standing under a plum tree. His back looked so lonely, and the surrounding wind felt melancholic.
"Zhu Qing, why are you here all alone?"
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
It turned out that this man in green was Zhu Qing.
"Zhu Qing, why do you look so troubled?"
"Your Majesty, please do not jest. I am merely reaping what I have sown." To reap what one has sown—what a heavy statement.
"My dear minister, do not be so sorrowful. I did not expect Qing Lian to have such a tragic fate." The incident of Madam Zhu throwing herself into the river was well-known throughout the city, but it had been suppressed due to the Zhu Family's reputation.
"Your Majesty, you cannot understand my feelings. Some things can only be comprehended through experience." Living often brings more pain than death.
This sentiment was so poignant that even Poppy lowered her eyelids, lost in thought.
"Your Majesty, let me warm a pot of wine for you. In this icy weather, having a pot of hot wine while savoring it among the flowers must be delightful."
"Go ahead; I would also like to drink with you."
In one corner of the plum grove, a man dressed in moonlight sat atop a stone pavilion.
"Where did he go? It was clearly right here." Azure Sky muttered to herself. Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed that someone who usually remained calm suddenly stood up with a serious expression. After a flash of white light, he vanished without a trace.
"What an odd immortal." Azure Sky's little head drooped onto the stone table. Where had her Benefactor gone? Why couldn't she sense his presence anymore?
"What?! The Heart of the Lake Pavilion has collapsed, and the Empress has fallen into the water." The lake water was icy cold; in no time at all, the Empress would surely perish. "What should we do? Quickly report to the Emperor."
Meishan Palace was thrown into chaos. The century-old Heart of the Lake Pavilion had suddenly collapsed, and at that moment, the Queen was still in the courtyard, her life now uncertain.
“Jinse... Jinse!!!” The cold surface of the lake was covered with fragments of ice, and the pavilion in the center had collapsed onto the water. Wood shavings floated down, and the once beautiful lake could now only be described as a scene of devastation. Several corpses had surfaced, all of them Jinse's close attendants. The only survivor was a palace maid named Meixi, who said that Empress had pushed her away, saving her from being crushed by the fallen wooden pillars. But the empress was trapped beneath a stone pillar and fell into the lake.
From then on, there was no Jinse in the world.
By the time the Xuan Dynasty arrived, Meixi was also dead. The scattered bodies were carried away, but the one missing was Jinse.
“Your Majesty, you will not understand my feelings; some things can only be understood through experience.”
“Jinse.” Fengyin lay in Hibiscus's arms, having lost her only friend in the world.
Is this what death feels like? Unable to feel breath or heartbeat, gradually suffocating, longing becoming painfully clear.
“I am called Jinse, what is your name?” Memories floated back, so vivid. It felt like it happened just yesterday.
“Who are you?” Why does it feel so familiar? It felt like falling into a warm embrace, one that seemed to possess the power to stabilize the entire world. She was so tired and confused that she could only close her eyes. Let it be; gradually losing breath and heartbeat, then losing this life and the Xuan Dynasty.
“What have you done to my daughter?” A demonic howl came from the shore. “My daughter married you not to suffer.” Ying Wuxie raised a hand, and Poppy, beside Xuan Dynasty, was already swept into the air. “You all will accompany my daughter in death.”
With a frown from Ying Wuxie, Poppy's beautiful face had turned a purplish-red, but what appeared on her face was not pain but deep affection. From the first moment she saw Ying Wuxie, she inevitably fell in love with this ethereal man, thus forgetting the figure deep within her heart and how she had stepped by step sought to win the emperor's favor.
“Everyone die!”
“The sky has darkened significantly.” A mocking male voice rang out.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!!” Cold Heart stood on the shoulder of a suddenly appearing man in black. The man wore black armor that shone brightly, resembling a war god. The adorable little creature sat plumply on his shoulder, yet there was sorrow on its furry little face. “Yin Yin, stop crying.”
“Underworld Lord, do not interfere with me.” Ying Wuxie looked at the newcomer with blood-red eyes; he only wanted to crush everything here.
“Oh? Underworld Lord, you are here too? Isn’t this Demon Path Master?” A figure clad in blue, the Water Consort, knelt gracefully atop Bixie.
“Heavens, deities and dragons.”
“I come here solely to carry out the will of the Goddess, ensuring stability across the three realms,” said Underworld Lord Fusang.
"Demon Path Master, the power of the demon race is too overwhelming and will affect the Six Paths of the human realm. It would be wise to restrain yourself," a beautiful celestial voice echoed as butterflies danced in the air, surrounded by colorful glowing lights. Butterfly Spirit Fairy Murong Fusu appeared before everyone.
"Whoosh, whoosh~ Fusu."
Murong Fusu glanced at Underworld Lord Fusang. "Did we not agree to come together? Why did you leave without saying a word?"
Wasn't it about the important matter of peace among the three realms?
"What exactly is causing such chaos in the human realm's Six Paths?"
"The human realm is different from the celestial and demon realms. Excessively powerful forces can distort time and space here, overturning the cycle of reincarnation."
As they spoke, Underworld Lord and Butterfly Spirit Fairy had already engaged in battle with Ying Wuxie. Years ago, the Goddess saved the human realm, and Fusang along with Fusu went to the Underworld to establish reincarnation for humanity, becoming its guardians. Although they were no longer mortal beings, their connection to the human realm and its people was more important than their own lives over thousands of years.
At Lake Center, light and shadow radiated everywhere, making it impossible to see the techniques being used; only the battle music played by Fusu could be heard. This scene was once so familiar; every time he went into battle, she would silently accompany him. But now, he had completely forgotten everything from that time.
A cracking sound rang out as Lake Center erupted into a whirlpool. The Demon Path Master was entirely consumed by rage; demons were inherently a warlike race. Even though Underworld Lord Fusang had profound power after thousands of years, he was still pushed back by Ying Wuxie's reckless fighting style. Concern appeared on Murong Fusu's face, but who was Fusang? He was Ling Tian, the heroic figure of humanity who dared to defy the heavenly path. He was chivalrous and unmatched in combat prowess. The fierce battle raged on without anyone showing signs of stopping; excitement gleamed in Fusang's eyes as it had been thousands of years since such a grand battle occurred.
The two soared through clouds and mist, exchanging blows for thousands of rounds without determining a victor.
"Stop!"
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