172 Soul Ties (3)

spital, and it was funded by Qingcheng Hospital."It seems like Qingcheng Hospital has some big secrets. Is this a move to change locationsThere is a cemetery hill there, with many souls passing away e...As Jiang Qiyun said, some things don't need your eyes at all.

He untied the silk ribbons binding the bed curtains, covering my eyes. Then he quickly struck a spark, and fire blossomed. His body knew mine better than I knew myself, the taste both rough and sweet surging through me from limb to bone, inching toward my brain until it drowned out all reason.

Buddhists say: worry and fear arise from love; if one is separated from love, there will be no worry or fear. Taoists say: the greatest misfortune is not being content; the greatest mistake is desiring to obtain. Therefore, contentment is always enough.

But I couldn't see through his greed, anger, ignorance, and desire. I even felt that my entanglement with him was never enough, never sufficient to express the longing in my soul.

When I'm awake, I hope he stays by my side. When I'm asleep, I even want him to be in my dreams.

He always laughs at me for being obsessed, but I'm not someone who is excessively stubborn.

I just prefer him, am attached to him.

He brings me everything, both real and unreal, I believe it all. He always gives me love and resentment that is both obscure, difficult to express, and sweetly poisonous.

I can't see, and he can't see either, but his actions haven't been affected in the slightest; they remain just as brutal.

Even when I try to protect my stomach by raising my hand, he'll notice. He'll grab my wrist and pin it above my head, preventing me from even trying to dodge. It's a complete takeover.

His mind was a blank slate, all senses swirling as he sank in and out of consciousness. His murmurs were soft and gentle or loud and fragmented, depending on his mood.

No matter the Buddha of the West Heaven, or the Three Purities and Four Emperors in the Nine Heavens, they can't save me, can they

I'd rather follow him into the abyss.

》》》

The morning bell rings serenely, and white frost adorns the landscape.

When I woke up, I sat on the bed in a daze for quite some time. Last night must have been a chaotic mess, yet here I was, lying in this moonlit bed, oblivious to time passing.

Jiang Qiyun generally doesn't let anyone wake me up when I'm asleep. He cuts off phone calls immediately, he's very dedicated to that. Actually, he's the real culprit behind my sleep deprivation.

The Shen family mansion is located in a scenic area. There's a Taoist temple on the mountain, which enshrines many deities of Taoism. Most of the people who work there are disciples of the Shen family.

Whether it's the Dao of Heaven or the Dao of Earth, they both cultivate and manage the scenic areas on the mountain.

It seemed like a bit of a hidden paradise, compared to my humble little shop in the city, the Shen residence was grand and imposing.

I guess yesterday our sudden appearance would have caused some trouble in the Shen family, but no one bothered us from start to finish. I don't know if it was Jiang Qiyun's barrier or because the Shen family respected and revered Jiang Qiyun.

Shortly after I woke up, I saw the maidservant named Qingluan. She came in with two women who cleaned the house. I was drinking soy milk when she suddenly rushed in from outside, scaring me so much that I almost spilled the tray.

"Hee hee, how are you doing, little empress" She curtsied and walked over to me with a smile.

Seeing her, I felt a little awkward and didn't know how to talk to her or interact with her.

“I’m so sorry. I entered the formation array very early and didn’t know about your situation with the Divine Lord, otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you fill the formation eye. Oh well, it almost scared me to death. At that time, I couldn’t save you either. I was even afraid that the Divine Lord would be furious and obliterate us all…” She patted her chest in lingering fear.

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head, it’s just a little hardship.

Humans are like that, they forget the pain once the wound has healed.

Besides, the ending is good now. What little suffering I endured doesn't matter at all.

She stared at me for ages, making me lose my appetite. What on earth was she trying to say

This Qinglan was Jiang Qiyun's maidservant, she should, perhaps, maybe, possibly... also served him in bed

Should I make things clear, or just lump her in with Qingrui without a second thought

Should I act like the characters in palace intrigue dramas, putting on airs and lecturing them Make them understand that modern society practices monogamy, and they shouldn't be daydreaming about those feudal remnants.

But it seems awkward for me to say such things. Whether it's Shen Qingrui or this Shen Qingluan, their actual ages are hundreds of years older than mine. How should I address them

Now I feel more open-minded. He's thousands of years old, can I really care about who warmed his bed before

And yesterday, seeing the white satin on his eyes, I felt that nothing else mattered.

He said that he didn't care about the child, but for my persistence, he would still make up for the missing soul of the child.

In my heart, nothing is more important than him and my children and family.

"What is it you want" I raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Qingluan.

Qingluan pursed her lips and knelt before me, whispering, “Sister Qingrui is still under confinement. It’s been a long time... She’s a mortal now. Even with powerful Dao techniques, her body can’t withstand it… Your Majesty, could you please plead with the Emperor for her”

Beg for her leniency

I quickly shook my head and said, "This is the punishment the Emperor decreed for her. I have no power to plead for mercy. You should go beg the Emperor himself."

Qingluan pursed her lips and whispered, "I dare not..."

"Qingrui elder sister just didn't think it through." Qingluan said in a low voice, "She might feel that the Emperor trusts her, entrusts her with important tasks, and she holds a high position in the Shen family, so she expects the Emperor to pay more attention to her... She envies you, but don't lower yourself to her level. The Emperor loves you wholeheartedly, everyone can see it..."

Qingluan explained softly, with a hint of pleading.

I'm struggling to cope, but I don't want to plead for Shen Qingrui.

It was Jiang Qiyun who punished her, not me. I've already done my duty by not harming her. Why should I plead for her forgiveness

Besides, with Shen Qingrui's personality, even if I intercede for her, it would be a waste of effort. She wouldn't be grateful to me anyway, so why should I make myself look foolish

Besides, Jiang Qiyun basically doesn't appear during the day. There are many things about reincarnation at the Palace of the Underworld that need him to review. After he appears at night, I get sleepy and have to be careful of his occasional "greed." Where would I have the energy to discuss these matters with him

I used to go to bed very early, but now I've become a night owl. During the day, I feel sluggish and walk like I'm floating. I've basically said goodbye to high heels and skirts.

Thinking about it, I really wish I could go back to that ordinary and regular life, of course, with him there.

Qingluan saw that I wasn't speaking and knelt down, looking rather sad.

I called her up, but she wouldn't get up. She insisted that I ask her older sister Qingrui for mercy.

I was trying to tell her that I couldn't help with this, but she kept pleading with me. Just then, my brother walked in and saw the whole thing.

He asked angrily, “What’s the matter Does Xiaomimi still want to become a regular employee Those who get paid should just honestly take their wages and not always think about becoming the boss's wife. Don't you think being the boss's wife is easy Can someone with no skills make your boss obedient, reporting back on time every night If you keep being so naive, be careful that you'll get fired by the boss.” soon people from the family gathered in the hall, inner disciples in the courtyard, and outer disciples on the platform at the mountain gate.Three or four hundred people gathered, all waiting for Old...