"It's Mandragora." Mu Lin suddenly spoke.
When she was in the human world, she threatened Zijian with the Mandragora poison to let her go. If Zijian was just a mortal, he would never have thought that she had any connection with the underworld, but he was the King of Hell, so it was not surprising that he saw the clues. Mandragora, Mu Lin's name, the black air in the hairpin... There were too many suspicious points about her.
Zijian smiled and said, "Yes, I checked the Book of Life and Death when I returned to the underworld, and you are not on it. Your naive nature, your ability to communicate with ghosts, the mandragora flower spirit, the word 'Lin' on the tablet in the Snow Burial Palace... If I can't guess it, I will make the princess laugh."
If you can't guess it, this princess would like to thank you, Mu Lin thought expressionlessly.
"The princess's return is a great joyous event in the underworld, but right now there are many eyes and ears in the fairy world. If we make it public rashly, it might endanger your safety. I have no choice but to let Lin'er suffer for a while..."
Grievance? What is there for her to feel wronged about? Now she is Zijian's prisoner, and is definitely not on an equal footing. He can do whatever he wants to her, why bother saying these high-sounding words? Mu Lin, while being sarcastic, can't help but wonder what else he has in mind.
She still spoke, using inconvenience to deal with all changes: "No problem."
It was the truth. Anyway, in the eyes of the spirits in the underworld, she had long been a tablet in the Snow Burial Palace, a ghost in the mausoleum. If she wanted to prove her identity, she didn't know how much effort it would take, which was not in line with her original intention of coming here.
When ambition and strength do not match, do not force it. Besides, Mu Lin's ambition is not big. And she has her own considerations. For the time being, Zijian is indeed a good leader. The people of the underworld live well under him and are not oppressed and harmed by the fairy world. Mu Lin does not care that they serve Zijian as their leader.
Zijian put her on the bed, met her gaze, and smiled calmly and elegantly: "The princess and I are happily married, which is double happiness..."
Getting married
Mu Lin suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. He looked up at him for a long time and said slowly: "Zhongli Jian, are you crazy?"
Zijian responded with a determined smile.
Laugh, laugh, laugh, what the hell are you laughing at
"We are both enemies and blood relatives. Have you forgotten the curse of the Hades family?"
Zijian asked in confusion: "What curse?"
He didn't know? Mu Lin had previously suspected that Zijian was using the position of the Queen of Hades to test her, but it seemed she was overthinking...
Mu Lin thought about it and said half-truthfully: "Royal families are not allowed to marry each other, otherwise they will suffer the backlash of the curse."
In fact, it only stipulates that close relatives cannot marry, but who knows how close or distant her blood relationship with Zijian is. What if they are very distant and not affected? Or should I be more absolute and let him completely give up the idea of marrying her
But Zijian was not so easy to fool. Under Mu Lin's murderous gaze, he took off her outer robe, untied her man's bun, and gently and considerately covered her with a brocade quilt.
"You lie down for a while. I will go check the classics."
What book should he check? Of course, he wanted to check whether the curse was true. Mu Lin didn't know whether it was really recorded, and struggled with a blank expression: "This is what my father said, you don't believe it?"
Zi Jian smiled and said: "Of course I believe what the former Hades said, but as for the words of a certain princess who doesn't want to get married..." The authenticity of the words is questionable.
Mu Lin naturally heard his hidden meaning and said with a fake smile, "It's up to you."
Zijian's figure faded away in the peripheral vision. Mu Lin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in his heart.
Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!
Zhongli Jian is a bastard! Ahhhh!
Mu Lin hadn't been this mad for a long time, and she had a vague sense of foreboding that she had gotten out of trouble.
The corners of the empty and peaceful bedroom were decorated with gorgeous crimson poppies. Unlike the human world's poppies, which had no fragrance, the underworld's poppies gave off a sweet, drowsy aroma. The scent lingering at the tip of his nose was strange yet familiar, and Mu Lin's consciousness could not help but become drowsy.
Like a drunken dream, falling into endless sweetness...
…
Mu Lin lay there limp, and finally opened her eyelids, and saw a dark scene in her eyes. There was no light in the palace, but it did not hinder Mu Lin's vision. She blinked, and her vision was normal.
He tried to move, and found that the soul-locking chain on his body had been embedded in his soul. It did not hinder his movement, but it was impossible for him to perform magic.
She stood up, her black hair falling to her shoulders, bringing a slight coolness. The black clothes on her body were replaced by scarlet clothes, which were gorgeous and comfortable. I hope it wasn't some bastard who changed them for her personally, otherwise she would castrate him, Mu Lin thought expressionlessly.
Mu Lin got up from under the quilt. With her sharp five senses, she could easily sense that she was the only one in the huge palace. Zi Jian was not there. There was an elegant and precious tea set on the table. Mu Lin picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a cup of cold tea. The confusion from the long sleep disappeared with the coldness in her stomach, leaving only a clear mind.
Mu Lin looked around. This palace was not the one she had entered before. The furnishings were very simple and generous. If it weren't for the mahogany dressing table and the simple and elegant diamond-shaped bronze mirror on it, Mu Lin would not have realized that this was a woman's room.
Mu Lin was familiar with all the huge Pluto Palaces, but the layout here was unfamiliar to her. She walked around the entire palace with lotus steps. When she stopped, she had a vague guess as to where she was going.
When Zijian came in, Mu Lin was leaning on the windowsill.
She was dressed in red and had black hair, and she was extremely graceful. A breeze blew by, and her fine black hair fluttered like clouds, revealing a delicate little face in white. Her expression was too distant and indifferent, not like that of an ordinary person.
Zijian stared at her silhouette, which looked like an elusive red cloud.
The ghost girl who fell into the human world went through countless hardships and finally returned to her hometown. However, this hometown did not seem to give her much sense of belonging.
Because of the previous Pluto King Yunyan? Thinking of this, Zijian couldn't help but sigh.
The underworld, which is secretly controlled by the Immortal Court, intentionally or unintentionally blocks news from the outside world. Zijian knows nothing about Mu Lin's experience in the Immortal World, and does not know that she has become the only disciple of Emperor Zhechuan and the fastest-advanced Immortal Lord in a thousand years.
Mu Lin obviously had no intention of telling him.
"Marry me, I want to give you a home..." Zijian looked at her and blurted out what was in his heart.
Mu Lin turned his head and looked at him in confusion.
She didn't need someone to give her a home, she just wanted to find her own home. But Zijian's eyes were too serious, revealing a little warmth and compassion. She was being stared at, and she couldn't say anything to refute for a while.
Zijian couldn't read her complicated feelings, and slowly felt his earlobes burning. He regained his sanity and said calmly, "This is a mutually beneficial choice."
Mu Lin's eyes turned playful, and he chuckled, "Can you give me half of the power?"
Zijian couldn't have been unaware that the title of Queen of the Underworld was more than just a title. It represented the tradition of successive Queens of the Underworld sharing royal power and glory with the King of the Underworld. The canonization of the Queen of the Underworld was a major event for the entire underworld, and a woman of unknown origin was not qualified to be the mistress of the underworld.
She is a former princess forgotten by the spirits of the underworld. She must not reveal her identity in the underworld, which is under great surveillance, otherwise it will bring infinite danger and murder. Under such circumstances, it is extremely difficult for Zijian to marry her as the Queen of the Underworld.
Why did Mu Lin ask this? The reminder and the test were clear.
Can Zijian get the consent of the officials of the underworld headed by Hei Wuchang, can he hide from the surveillance and investigation of the Immortal Court, can he willingly share power with her... There are many aspects and interests involved, and marrying her is not as simple as he said.
"Of course. As long as you agree, I will take care of the rest."
The tone was not small, Mu Lin did not answer directly, but chuckled: "If your majesty settles other things, I will agree."
She naturally didn't believe it, but that didn't stop her from observing the methods of His Majesty the King of Hell.
Zijian looked at her deeply, and the curve of his lips was meaningful.
"Okay." He softened his voice.
Mu Lin suddenly felt a little uneasy, maybe she missed something...
The flow of time in the underworld and the human world is the same, so it is not a problem for her to stay here for a few years. Mu Lin has plenty of patience and time to waste.
Zijian still had a lot of government affairs to deal with, so he didn't stay here for long. Before leaving, Mu Lin asked him, "Where is this?"
"Danluan Palace."
A typical underworld harem.
"… Why do you need to?"
Mu Lin was really confused. Did he really like her
absurd.
Zijian knew that she didn't believe it. Frankly speaking, even he himself didn't believe that there was no purpose in doing this.
"Just stay here and you'll be able to leave in two days. If you have anything to say, just tell the maid waiting outside the door."
"oh."
This time he was really gone.
Delicious food and gorgeous clothes were delivered like water, and the ghost maids were all pleasing to the eye and knowledgeable. Zijian not only did not treat her badly in terms of food, clothing and expenses, but was also considerate and sincere in every way. Those who didn't know would think that he was deeply in love with her.
Mu Lin accepted all of them with a smile. It was rare for her to have free time all year round. She pretended not to see the surprise and inquiry in the maids' eyes, and stayed in Danluan Palace, eating and drinking as usual, looking relaxed and contented.
On the third day, Zijian sent a wedding dress. The maids surrounded Mu Lin and took her to the clothes rack to admire it.
Elegant and exquisite.
A bright red, gold-threaded, double-layered, wide-sleeved blouse with red spider lily embroidered all over the edges, fastened with a scarlet fire jade collar button on the chest, and covered with a rose madder red bridal shawl embroidered with two phoenixes and gold pomegranates... Mu Lin was dazzled by the sight and could not help but shift his gaze to the trays beside him, which contained matching phoenix coronet and shawl.
The next moment she immediately looked away. This set of extremely luxurious accessories almost blinded her eyes, or perhaps it was the dazzling array of exquisite jewels that made her dizzy.
This wedding dress can satisfy any woman's ultimate imagination of getting married. Mu Lin sighed with a smile. If she had a little more girlish feelings in her heart, she would have been shaken.
"My Lady, look how much His Majesty dotes on you. This wedding dress and headgear is truly the finest we have ever seen..."
"Yes, I heard that His Majesty has persuaded all the ministers to make our queen the empress. This is such a deep love..."