A life of clearness

Chapter 248 This is also good...

"I never thought of doing anything to let you down." Rong Qing murmured, "I thought it would be nice if I could keep it a secret forever. But you should know that I shouldn't have stopped you."

"I believe sir."

Zhong Xiu really believed it. Rong Qing definitely didn't want to do this.

"It's just that there are so many things between us that we have to do... too many." Misty eyes appeared in Zhong Xiu's eyes, "I can't lie to you, sir, that I don't mind."

"I really mind it." Zhong Xiu's voice was trembling, and in the end, he burst into tears like a child.

At her age of just over 20, she was indeed no different from a child in the eyes of those present who often called her a thousand years old or ten thousand years old.

She was too young and had the right to lose her composure. Even though Rong Qing was in great pain, she could not easily cry in front of others.

Rong Qing bit her lip and held Ah Xiu tightly in her arms. The thin body kept trembling in her arms.

She didn't understand. The person in her arms was clearly the one she had chosen at first sight. Why did the world be so unpredictable and have to come to this?

Zhong Xiu's slender fingers tightly grasped her snow-white robe, and she was extremely sad.

After a long time, the body stopped shaking. Zhong Xiu raised his head from Rong Qing's arms and looked at Rong Qing with complicated eyes.

That gaze was so devout and affectionate, as if it wanted to imprint the color of Rong Qing's pupils, every blink of her eyelashes, and the heat between her breaths firmly in his heart.

Rong Qing suddenly felt uneasy, and the uneasiness became stronger as Zhong Xiu continued to stare at her.

Ugh--

Zhong Xiu sighed deeply and lowered his head.

"I have to go ahead of you this time, sir."

"fair enough."

I don't have to see my husband leaving all the time. I don't have to worry about him in the years to come.

Zhong Xiu put his hands on his face and gently took off the mask.

It's a breeze. There's no pain.

The snow-white mask lay quietly in the palm of her hand.

"It's just a pity that I can't watch you for a long time."

The little fish looked at the little fish opposite it, and finally swam in another direction with its tail. Rather than spitting bubbles and struggling to live, it is better to let each other be free in the rivers, lakes and seas.

……

"Axiu?"

Rong Qing had never felt so lost before. It was as if she didn't even know whether she existed in this world.

Hong Fei took a breath and looked at Rong Qing with worry and fear. She didn't even dare to step forward to remind her, for fear of shattering the fragile reality.

But Hong Fei didn't dare, but someone else did.

"Fool, you can't even tell. She's dead." Ji Chou'er was not surprised by this ending.

"why?"

Rong Qing didn't look angry, but patiently asked about Concubine Ji. Just this made Hong Fei even more frightened, and even trembled faintly. "It's true that I said you are a fool. You don't understand this? How can a mortal recognize the Hades Mask? Not to mention gaining longevity with it."

"You were once a mortal." Rong Qing's voice was cold.

"I have never been a mortal." Concubine Ji forced a sarcastic smile, "I have spiritual roots."

Concubine Ji... has spiritual roots? !
Rong Qing could never have imagined that she had miscalculated this one step, and the result was a complete and irreparable defeat.

"This is impossible." Rong Qing murmured and shook her head. "If you have spiritual roots, how come there is no news at all?"

All the records on the jade slips stated that Concubine Ji was a mortal. Even the monkey puppet in the underworld revealed a similar message, which made Rong Qing finally make up her mind.

"You have a way to produce spiritual roots..." This was the only possibility Rong Qing could think of. If Concubine Ji had a way to produce spiritual roots, it would also be a way to save Zhong Xiu.

"Wrong. I have always had spiritual roots." The extremely dim Yuanshen began to gradually dissipate. "It was only after the fall of the Ji Dynasty that I learned the method to purify spiritual roots."

"Yu Rong." Concubine Ji announced with her last breath, "In the end, I am the winner."

Before Rong Qing could take any action, his soul turned into endless light spots and was completely annihilated the moment it came into contact with the air.

……

"Wow, this is Jihuang Mountain." Even though the young Princess Ji enjoyed all the glory and wealth, she still had a bit of girlish innocence. This innocence appeared on her naturally beautiful face and became very attractive.

The interior of Jihuang Mountain is hollow but not empty. There is precious light shining everywhere, and at the bottom there is a swaying black flame surrounded by many array patterns, which is extremely mysterious and shocking.

This is Jihuang Mountain, the life treasure of Ji Wuwang, the most powerful incarnation cultivator of the Ji Dynasty, who is known as Ji Huangzun. It is a very lofty legend in the Ji Dynasty, and even the royal family cannot easily see it. Although Ji Chou'er is favored, he is not qualified to visit Jihuang Mountain.

But the joy of seeing Ji Huangshan soon disappeared, and the girl's expression became lonely.

"Grandpa Emperor. Can I still go back to the palace?" Ji Chou'er tilted her head, her heart pounding as she recalled the blood and turmoil of that day.

The man called Grandpa Emperor was a handsome young man.

"Yes." The man nodded firmly. This man was Ji Wuwang.

But Ji Wuwang’s current pressure is mediocre. Not to mention the transformation into a god, he’s not even at the golden elixir level yet.

"Can we defeat... him?" Ji Chou'er didn't dare to call the man's name directly and could only ask in a low voice.

"Of course." Ji Wuwang's eyes flashed with hatred, but when his gaze fell on Ji Chou'er, especially her abdomen, it became extremely gentle. "As long as my Ji family bloodline continues, the inheritance will continue. Humph, Ji Ming miscalculated after all."

Although it is unknown why Ji Ming spared Ji Chou'er, it is precisely because of this that the Ji family still left behind a bloodline. And it is a direct bloodline!
Even if the mother is not satisfactory, and her spiritual roots are so poor that she cannot even practice... However, he cannot expect too much at this time. At least, he can sense that the fetus in her belly has good qualifications. After the fetus is born, he will continue to cultivate it, and after it grows up, he will continue to reproduce the Ji family bloodline with various means. In this way, even with the shadow of Ji Ming, the Ji Dynasty may not have no chance to turn things around. Who knows, there may be a descendant who is more talented than him, Ji Wuwang, in the future.

Wuwang Mountain was filled with laughter and joy as Ji Chou'er arrived. Ji Chou'er was born to be a master at pleasing men. Ji Wuwang's gaze towards her became softer and softer, and he even looked more at Ji Chou'er herself rather than her increasingly bulging belly.

"However, I have to consider myself." Ji Chou'er sighed.

It was not the Ji Dynasty, not the Last Emperor or the Emperor, and certainly not the fetus in her womb, but Ji Chouer herself.

Blood was pouring down her body. The spiritual roots and meridians of the fetus, which had no will to be born, were filled into Ji Chou'er's body in a strange way. This was a very strange secret method. Since the fetus was born from the mother's body, it would be returned to the mother's body. The spiritual roots and meridians that were originally so poor that they could not be cultivated were constantly purified by the nourishment. At that moment, she felt as if she had ascended to heaven, which made Ji Chou'er hum softly.

Ji Wuwang was covered in blood, and before he died, he cursed her viciously as a "poisonous woman".

But so what?

In the lifeless pool, Ji Chou'er held up the flawless white mask with both hands and gently put it on her face.

(End of this chapter)