He had just been reborn when he was imprisoned by his nemesis, the Empress?

Jiang Xuange was tidying up the silk threads when she heard Su Qingluan's telepathic message and paused.

She looked up at Su Qingluan, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes, and replied telepathically as well.

"You ask first, I may not necessarily answer you."

Su Qingluan seemed to have anticipated her response, and without being annoyed, directly asked...

"In your so-called previous life with Xu Yi, what realm did Xu Yi ultimately reach?"

Jiang Xuange was taken aback when she heard the question, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

I never expected Su Qingluan to ask such a meaningless question.

After inwardly mocking Su Qingluan for a moment, Jiang Xuange answered truthfully.

"You must do what you say. In his previous life, his cultivation level was the second level of the Dharma Aspect Realm."

Upon hearing this answer, Su Qingluan's eyes narrowed sharply. She turned to look at Xu Yi, a knowing glint in her eyes.

This Jiang Xuange is not the lover from the "previous life" that this dead man mentioned at all, but a person from that "dream" world.

And that so-called "dream" world may not be a "dream" in the true sense, but rather a previous timeline.

Perhaps Xu Yi was able to directly inherit the realm he was in after dying in that world?

Just as Su Qingluan was pondering, Jiang Xuange had already taken her knitting needles and silk thread, walked to Xu Yi's side, gently tugged at his sleeve, and softly said...

"My dear Xu, come and keep me company. I'm not very good at knitting, could you teach me?"

Before Xu Yi could even nod, she pulled him to the table.

Su Qingluan lay on the bed, watching the two of them huddled together and talking in hushed tones, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She turned her face away, looking at the gauze curtains above the bed, and comforted herself inwardly:

It's nothing. I was just disgusted all day by someone who'll be dead in a few days. It's not worth getting angry about.

......

Xu Yi looked at Su Qingluan, who hadn't come to stop or cause trouble for a long time, and was somewhat puzzled.

If it were before, Su Qingluan would have already elbowed Jiang Xuange into the middle.

But now, she was quietly leaning against the bedpost, one hand supporting her chin, her eyes fixed on the window, lost in thought, a faint chill emanating from her.

Is this woman sulking here all by herself?

Wait a minute, this isn't like her at all. She's the type who doesn't fight back but just finds annoying in others.

Jiang Xuange immediately noticed Xu Yi's distraction. She quickly reached out and tugged at his hand, her voice so gentle it could melt your heart.

"Xu Lang, shall we go to Si Yun's room next door to knit? It's too stuffy here."

As she spoke, she subtly took control of Xu Yi's wrist, applying slight force as she prepared to pull him outside.

The moment the movement was made, a heart-wrenching cough came from behind.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!"

Su Qingluan clutched her chest, coughing until her face turned pale, as if she was about to faint at any moment. Her phoenix eyes, however, glanced at the two people holding hands.

Jiang Xuange's anger was stirred by the sudden cough, and she almost lost her composure.

She immediately used her spiritual power to transmit her voice, her tone filled with furious rage.

"Which dog just said not to bother me and Xu Yi?!"

Su Qingluan coughed incessantly, yet still slowly replied with a telepathic message. Her breathy voice carried a hint of weakness, but also a smug, almost irritating, smugness.

"Am I disturbing you? Are you saying a living person isn't allowed to cough?"

"What's more, he was a living person who was almost completely destroyed by your Soul-Suppressing Cauldron."

Xu Yi was completely bewildered by this scene. He turned to Su Qingluan and asked with concern.

"Are you alright? Why are you coughing like that?"

He knew that Su Qingluan was most likely faking it.

However, the system also told me that even with the Nine-Turn Soul Lamp, it would take a long time to nurture her soul and potentially repair it.

This means that she is indeed injured, and it may not all be an act.

Upon hearing Xu Yi's voice, Su Qingluan paused in her coughing and then looked up.

A pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes became misty, her lips turned down, and she whimpered pitifully with a heavy nasal tone.

"I feel terrible, I'm going to die...cough cough..."

Xu Yi, seeing her like this, felt both angry and helpless. His brows furrowed even more, and he couldn't help but mutter a reprimand in a low voice.

"Why are you saying things like that again? How can you just say things like that? You really are..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Qingluan's eyes instantly reddened. She sniffled, and cried her heart out.

"Waaah... I'm already in so much pain, and you're still yelling at me, cough cough... Don't you care about me at all... I don't want to live anymore..."

Before she finished speaking, she reached into her storage ring at her waist and pulled out a dagger.

The dagger was entirely black, emanating a faint, eerie black aura.

Two small bone-shaped ornaments were embedded in the hilt of the knife, faintly emitting an eerie red light, giving it a somewhat sinister look.

Su Qingluan bit her red lips, poured a large amount of spiritual power into the dagger, and raised her hand to slash her wrist fiercely.

"Are you crazy?!"

Seeing that Su Qingluan was about to use the same trick as him, Xu Yi quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

With a sharp twist, he snatched the dark, menacing dagger and tossed it aside.

Su Qingluan wanted this opportunity. Taking advantage of Xu Yi's closeness, she used her wrist to pull him towards the bed with a slight twist of her body.

Caught off guard, Xu Yi was pulled so hard that he stumbled and lost his balance, pressing down directly on her soft, jade-like body.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, and Xu Yi felt hot all over from the soft, elastic feel of those snow-white peaks, wanting to get up.

"Don't move."

Su Qingluan leaned close to his ear, her voice low and husky, carrying a hint of barely perceptible laughter.

"The more you move, the more my chest hurts."

Jiang Xuange, standing nearby, was stunned by the woman's series of punches. Everyone says that a thousand people have a thousand faces, but Jiang Xuange felt that Su Qingluan could be described as having a thousand faces.

Jiang Xuange trembled with rage. She stared intently at the two people embracing on the bed, transmitting her voice through spiritual power, her voice filled with murderous intent.

"You shameless woman, let go of me right now! Or I really will kill you!"

Su Qingluan rested her chin on Xu Yi's shoulder, lazily raised her eyes to look at Jiang Xuange, whose face was ashen with anger, and replied telepathically.

"Loosening your grip is fine, but you must keep Xu Yi within my sight."

Jiang Xuange was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode. She rushed forward and reached out to grab Xu Yi's arm.

At the same time, gritting his teeth, he angrily transmitted each word through telepathy.

"Su Qingluan, one day I will kill you!"

Xu Yi was caught in the middle, tightly restrained by Su Qingluan on one side and forcefully pulled by Jiang Xuange on the other. It really hurt, and he couldn't help but yell.

"Both of you stop right now! I'm going to break it!"

Xu Yi abruptly broke free from their grasp, staggered back a few steps, steadied himself, and spoke with a weary voice.

"Your constant infighting is driving me crazy!"

Who says it's easy to build a harem in another world? It's incredibly difficult.