Let me explain, it's not what you think.

Lu Chen possesses all five elements of spiritual roots: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, making him compatible with any attribute.

Brigitte closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

She...she can't do that, she is...the Fairy Biji! She's the "living bodhisattva" in the mouths of the monsters.

How could she ruin her own reputation, and... the trust she had? She couldn't...!

With that thought in mind, she opened her eyes, turned gracefully, and flew towards her clan's territory.

Her territory was not large; several hills surrounded a valley, in the center of which lay a pool of clear water, reflecting the cold moon in the sky and shimmering with a faint white light.

Scattered around the emerald pool are several small palaces, their style close to nature, neither luxurious nor grand, yet perfectly suited to Brigitte's style.

Here, several old beasts lay on the open ground in front of the palace.

A gray wolf, a black bear, and an old deer.

They were Brigitte's earliest followers, who had shielded her from countless attacks. Now, due to their limited talents, they were too old to move and could only lie here waiting for their demise.

Then there were her people, all of whom were adults, some even quite old.

But there were no offspring of the tribe.

Similarly, there will be no new followers.

Brigitte looked at her territory again and again. It was a place that was full of life and vitality, yet it also felt lifeless.

She remembered Ziyao's territory.

Her territory was teeming with cubs—her own cubs, the cubs of the Crimson Heart Jade Lion, and the human cubs that Lu Chen had brought—running around everywhere, chattering and bustling like a marketplace.

Ziyao found it noisy.

Brigitte doesn't mind.

And she was really envious.

Brigitte entered the palace and sat down by the bed.

There were no lights on; darkness surged in from all directions, enveloping her.

She looked down at her hands, hands that had healed countless wounds.

I've held the pestle countless times.

But now it's empty, there's nothing there.

Only that jade bottle, with its warm, smooth surface and soft, glowing light, stood out brightly in the darkness.

She held it for a long time, and finally, she got up and went outside.

The night wind blew through her green skirt, making it flutter.

She left her territory and wandered aimlessly.

She was completely lost and didn't know what she should do.

However, as she walked, she inexplicably found herself outside Zi Yao's palace!

The gates of the Ziyao Palace were wide open.

She concealed her presence and walked in, her bare feet barely touching the amethyst floor, her footsteps as light as if afraid of disturbing something.

She didn't go to the main hall, nor did she go to find Ziyao; instead, she went straight to the side hall that she knew best.

The door there was ajar, just as it had been when she left.

She pushed the door open, closed it behind her, and added a soundproof barrier.

As soon as she entered, she immediately thought of what happened that afternoon, and unconsciously raised her fair wrist, where the fingerprints left by Lu Chen were still visible.

A faint red mark encircled the slender wrist bone, like a bracelet.

She gently traced the mark with the fingertips of her other hand; the touch was slightly warm, as if the warmth of that person's palm still lingered.

After a long while, she suddenly came to her senses, pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, lowered her head, and her heart was pounding wildly.

"How...did I get back here?"

"How could I... have such filthy thoughts? Ziyao admires me so much!"

"But... if my family is about to be destroyed, then what is the point of my existence?" Brigitte closed her eyes in anguish.

Tears fell silently, streaming down her cheeks to her chin and dripping onto the back of her hand.

"Huh? Senior Brigitte?! What are you doing here?"

Brigitte suddenly looked up and saw Lu Chen standing by the gate.

She subconsciously wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, a quick movement that only served to make it more obvious.

On the table sat the jade bottle, its light glowing softly. Lu Chen's gaze swept over the jade bottle without pausing, finally settling on her reddened eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Brigitte opened her mouth and then closed it again. Facing Lu Chen, her eyelashes trembled incessantly, and her gentle eyes were filled with tears.

Caught red-handed by Lu Chen, she felt like the sky had fallen.

She lowered her head and looked at the jade vase on the table.

"I..." She didn't know what to say.

After a long while, she seemed to have thought of something and turned the tables on Lu.

"You, you lied to me!"

Lu Chenxin's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to speak.

Brigitte looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed.

She stood up, walked around the table to him, and looked up into his eyes.

There was nothing she could do; she wasn't very tall, barely reaching his chin. The two of them were standing very close, close enough that she could smell the faint, ambiguous scent emanating from him, mixed with the fragrance of Zi Yao.

"You didn't kill them; you deliberately made them appear dead, then waited a while before bringing them back to life."

Lu Chen: "Huh???"

Lu Chen didn't understand what she was saying.

He was completely unaware of the code conflicts he was experiencing, and he always believed that contradicting others would allow him to block them and achieve a decisive victory.

"What?! You can't fool me, you're a demon, aren't you?"

"What do you mean? I don't understand!"

As Lu Chen spoke, he reached out to grab the jade bottle on the table to investigate.

After all, Brigitte had already left, and then suddenly returned, her first question being whether he was a sorcerer. How could he not be afraid?

And since they brought this jade bottle back, there must be something wrong with the jade bottle!

But... how could Brigitte let him have his way? She froze him in place.

"Tell me the truth, are you a demon or not? You know the consequences of lying to me!"

Lu Chen remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Brigitte closed her eyes, and tears squeezed out from between her tightly closed eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

She wasn't angry or aggrieved; in fact, she didn't know what emotion she was feeling, nor did she know what to do.

"Senior, I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just because..."

"I don't want to hear your explanation!"

Brigitte reached out and grasped Lu Chen's wrist, her grip light.

Her lips moved a few times, but in the end she managed to squeeze out only a few words so soft they were almost inaudible.

"Please...help me."

There was no other way; she wasn't a bad person, and she needed to... obtain the person's consent!

Lu Chen: "???!!"

"Senior, I don't understand what you mean!"

Seeing Brigitte's tear-streaked face, Lu Chen's mind went blank.

Is this plot even plausible? Who designed it?

You, Brigitte, are already crying and sobbing, why are you still so stubborn and not doing anything normal?

"It's about... your demonic persona!" Bi Ji was also a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Lu Chen's face.

"What business is it of mine, Fairy? Just tell me who bullied you, and I'll stand up for you!" Lu Chen said, his hands trembling as he wiped away Bi Ji's tears.

Brigitte didn't flinch, but stared intently at Lu Chen, her cheeks growing even redder, making her extremely adorable.

Lu Chen's hand froze in mid-air.

"Listen, Fairy Brigitte, although I don't know what happened on your end, I know you're definitely acting on impulse right now. You'll calm down soon, and then you'll definitely regret your decision..."