“Princess, I attended the palace banquet last night and met Huan Juntian and Qu Surou. I invited them to meet at the Prime Minister’s residence next time.” Jingyi, unaware of Huan Changming’s thoughts, reported what he had seen and heard last night.
Huan Changming gathered his thoughts, tilted his head and coughed a few times: "Proceed according to plan..."
"good."
Seeing that Huan Changming was coughing badly, Jingyi took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his throat, but then heard Huan Changming say, "You should leave. If Huan Mi finds out that you are here, she will try every means to torment me again."
Jingyi sighed, "It's my fault for making you suffer."
He knew about the various tortures Huan Changming had suffered, but he also had to consider the Prime Minister's Mansion behind him and could not have a direct conflict with Princess Huan Mi.
Huan Changming didn't care about any of this. He dismissed Jing Yi, and the effects of the medicine began to take hold, causing him to fall into a deep sleep again.
To avoid attracting attention, Jingyi left through a side gate of the Cold Palace and happened to encounter two palace maids. Upon seeing him, they hurriedly tried to bow, but Jingyi stopped them.
"Which palace do you belong to?"
“Young Master Huijing, we are from the Laundry Department.”
Jingyi stepped forward and carefully examined the palace maid's attire; she certainly didn't resemble someone from Huanmi's palace.
He took a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the two men, saying, "I have never been here before, and neither of you has ever seen me before."
The two palace maids exchanged a glance and took the jade pendant from his hand. "We understand."
Jingyi then left, letting them pass.
One of the palace maids glanced in the direction Jing Yi had gone, and when he disappeared, she whispered to the maid beside her, "This young master Jing has abandoned the most favored Princess Huanmi, and insists on pouring his heart out to this disgraced princess. He's truly bewitched."
"I think Young Master Jing is simply devoted to his love. His family is so illustrious, and he's also known as the most talented scholar in Li Kingdom. Let alone our Princess Huanmi, which woman in Li Kingdom wouldn't want to marry him? Yet he only loves this one in the cold palace, and he doesn't mind her status as a slave. It shows how deep his love is..."
"That's true, but do you think this Princess Consort is just as infatuated with Young Master Jing?"
"Of course! Young Master Jing is good in every way – looks, family background, talent. If they weren't mutually in love, why would he disregard Princess Huanmi's feelings and be so devoted?"
“Sister is right. In that sense, Young Master Jing and Princess Zui could be considered a perfect match…”
As their voices faded into the distance, Lu Pianpian descended from the tree, clearly having overheard their entire conversation.
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1. "The Demon Lord is My Ex-Boyfriend"
Yue Luoti is a fairy, but she can neither subdue demons nor exorcise monsters. She spends her days holed up in her palace, wasting her time and being a useless person. It is said that the heavenly realm does not keep useless people, but she alone can so openly and honestly waste her days, which makes her many diligent and hardworking fairy friends very envious.
One day, a newly ascended immortal couldn't help but feel indignant: "All the immortals are working hard for the sake of all living beings. How can you, an immortal, be so depraved? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Heavenly Emperor?"
Yue Luoti thought for a moment and said, "The Demon Lord is my ex-boyfriend."
Xiao Xian: "So what? He's long since vanished into thin air, and he can't support you anymore..."
Yue Luoti patted his shoulder, "I killed him."
Xiao Xian: !! This woman is ruthless!
The Demon Lord Jing Shui Lou ruled over the three realms of demons, monsters, and ghosts. He was infamous and the Heavenly Realm always regarded him as a major threat. Three hundred years ago, the Heavenly Realm sent a stunningly beautiful goddess to the mortal world to lure him into the path of love, which finally led to his complete annihilation.
Unexpectedly, three hundred years later, he was resurrected—
Demons, monsters, and ghosts, all beings of the three realms, knelt on the banks of the River of the Underworld to welcome the king's return. The river water was stained a deep, inky black by resentment, and it surged and flowed backward, creating towering waves. From within these waves, a figure slowly emerged—
The crowd bowed their heads and shouted, "Welcome back, Your Majesty!"
"Bring Yue Luoti here..." Jing Shuilou was enveloped in an intense aura of resentment, his dark eyes flashing with a chilling bloodlust, "I want to tear her apart and devour her!"
However, when Yue Luoti was actually brought before him, he asked in a hoarse voice with red eyes, "You said you liked me, but it was all an act from beginning to end?"
My ex-boyfriend, whom I killed, has come back to life and is asking me if I still love him. What should I do? Urgent help needed online!#
[Reading Guide]
1. Not a love-hate relationship in the traditional sense; loved, and have no regrets.
2.1v1, he;
3. Everything is uncertain before the article is written;
2. *I Am the Tyrant's White Moonlight*
[A paranoid tyrant who's sick inside and out x A holy son who just wants to survive]
After dying once, Ze Jin discovered that he was the villain in the novel. He was vengeful, treacherous, and cunning. He predicted that the male protagonist, Yin Huo, was a harbinger of disaster, turning him into a fierce and vengeful ghost that everyone feared and kept at a distance. Yin Huo was imprisoned in a certain world until his death.
But the male protagonist is the male protagonist after all. Not only was he not imprisoned to death, but he also forced the emperor to abdicate, commanded the heroes, and died at the hands of the mutinous army.
The seventh prince, Yin Huo, was a cruel and ruthless tyrant in the eyes of the Chen Kingdom, but in Ze Jin's eyes, he was a real madman.
Even in death, Ze Jin could never forget the way Yin Huo looked at him—mad and obsessive, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
The first scene after his rebirth is when Ze Jin, as the holy son of Chen, prophesies that Yin Huo is a jinx, and Yin Huo is pinned to the ground by guards and about to be imprisoned.
Ze Jin stood high up, dressed in pure white robes, like a god.
Yin Huo was pressed to the ground by the guards, like the mud beneath his feet.
Ze Jin lowered his eyes and met Yin Huo's gaze on the ground. Yin Huo smiled coldly at him.
Ze Jin: "..." Is it too late to retract the prophecy now?
A casual prophecy from the Holy Son turned the favored prince, the seventh prince Yin Huo, into a vengeful demon despised by all.
His family abandoned him, his palace servants bullied him, and his old enemies broke his legs. He became a capricious cripple, rotting in a cage, ignored by everyone except one person—
Heal his legs, drive away his enemies, and painstakingly manage his affairs to help him escape his prison.
He always appears whenever he is about to die.
He is the god of Inho.
On the day Yin Huo forced the emperor to abdicate, he led his men to search the entire palace but could not find him.
When he arrived at the Holy Son's palace, intending to kill the seemingly righteous Holy Son to vent his anger, he discovered that the Holy Son was wearing the jade pendant that he had given him.
He grabbed Ze Jin and slammed him against the wall, hissing as he demanded, "Where is the owner of this jade pendant? Tell me, and I'll spare your life."
Ze Jin: "If I said I was the owner of the jade pendant, would you believe me?"
#That's right, I'm both the ideal man and the arch-enemy#
#I survived under the tyrant by changing my online identity#
Chapter 19
Lu Pianpian originally wanted to go back into the room to check on her junior sister, but now she hesitated.
He didn't know why he hesitated, but after standing at the door for a moment, he finally decided to go back in.
But the way he got in was stealthy, like an infiltrator, which was completely unlike him.
The room was dimly lit, with only a single candle that was almost completely burned out.
Huan Changming lay on his side on the bed, his long hair spread out, revealing his fair ears. The black jade earrings on his earlobes made his skin look even whiter.
Lu Pianpian couldn't help but reach out and touch the earring. Suddenly, the earring flashed with a white light, and the scene before Lu Pianpian's eyes changed abruptly.
It was still the same dilapidated palace, but the person lying on the bed was not Huan Changming, but a emaciated child.
The child's hair was disheveled, his clothes were dirty and torn, and his little face was also filthy. Only his blue eyes were relatively clean, but they were devoid of any emotion, listless, dull, and lifeless.
This is my junior sister. Lu Pianpian reached out to touch him, but her hand touched nothing.
The squeaking of mice came from under the bed. A slight ripple finally appeared in Huan Changming's lifeless eyes. He quietly climbed off the bed and skillfully crawled under it.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Pianpian heard the mouse's squeaking become shrill, "Squeak—"
Lu Pianpian felt something was off. Soon after, she saw Huan Changming's thin body slowly crawl out from under the bed. However, there was a ring of blood around his mouth, and he was holding a mangled, bloody thing in his hand.
"Junior sister..." Lu Pianpian exclaimed in shock.
Huan Changming couldn't hear his voice; he only saw him sitting on the ground, picking up something and burying his head in it, gnawing on it.
The animal's blood mixed with its fur was foul-smelling and would make an ordinary person feel nauseous for a long time if they ate even one bite. But Huan Changming devoured it as if it were a delicacy, not wasting a single bite.
"How long has that little beast inside been starving?" came the voice of an unfamiliar palace servant from outside.
"Seven days? Or was it seventeen? Haha, I can't remember... Anyway, it's just a bastard child left behind by a sinful woman. Even if it starves to death, no one will bother us!"
After Huan Changming finished eating the rat with a blank expression, he climbed back into bed, wrapped himself tightly in the blankets, and didn't even show his head again.
Then another flash of white light appeared, and when Lu Pianpian opened her eyes again, everything had returned to its original state.
As an adult, Huan Changming lay in bed, staring intently at Lu Pianpian.
Huan Changming's dream ended, and Mo Shuangyu's ability to connect with the dream naturally dissipated.
"Junior sister, you still haven't answered me." Lu Pianpian withdrew her hand from his earring. "Is this what you call a thousand times, ten thousand times better?"
Huan Changming gave him a weak smile, "Senior brother wouldn't understand."
"I really don't understand! You clearly didn't do anything wrong, so why are they treating you like this?"
"What gives them the right?"
Huan Changming's frail body, which he had finally managed to heal, is now seriously ill again. His old wounds have not healed and new ones have been added. He is even in danger of losing his life!
Huan Changming stared at him without saying a word, and after a moment he opened his arms and hugged him.
She whispered in his ear, “I am the ninth princess of the Li Kingdom, but I am not a real princess. I hid many things from my senior brother when I was in the sect because I was afraid that if he found out that I was a sinner, he would despise me. Later, with the addition of my third senior brother’s identity… I am worlds apart from him. I am not worthy to acknowledge him, and I am afraid to acknowledge him. In this royal family of the Li Kingdom, I have been a sinner and an outcast since birth.”
As he spoke, the faint candlelight close at hand illuminated his eyes, the light burning within them astonishingly bright, as if it were trying to devour and burn the flames.
But his tone was completely different, gentle: "If you truly pity me, then please be a little more loving towards me, okay?"
Lu Pianpian raised her hand and gently stroked the hair behind Huan Changming's head. "Okay."
Huan Changming nuzzled his head affectionately into his palm, "Senior brother, I just dreamt about things from when I was a child."
Those dreams were indeed my junior sister's childhood experiences.
“It’s all in the past.” Lu Pianpian’s touch on his hair became even gentler.
"Yes, senior brother is right."