“I don’t know about the True Flame of Destruction… the Divine Realm… how did these things happen? How could I associate them with the underworld first and then…” Qian Xi looked confused and spoke incoherently.
Mu Lin sneered: "In other words, Ni Heng is indeed a person from the God Realm."
"Yes... but this... Your Highness, it's not what you think! Please don't force me..." Meng Qianxi said helplessly.
Mu Lin released her chin, changed his previous domineering attitude, pressed her shoulders and persuaded her slowly: "Sister Qianxi, do you know how the previous Meng Po died? She was hit by the soul-destroying curse and her soul was torn to pieces! How did Xie Bian die? He fell to the ground with thousands of arrows piercing his heart! Flower demons such as Hua Mengqi and Yuan Pei were trapped in the fire and burned to death, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace..." These were what she saw in Hei Wuchang's memory, Meng Qianxi's close friends.
"No! Please stop talking! Please!" Meng Qianxi's tears fell to the ground, shattered. Her master, her best friend, perished in the world because of a sudden war, which was too cruel for her as a living person...
Endless madness and hatred were suppressed deep in Mu Lin's eyes. In fact, she had been crazy for a long time! Isn't forgetting a kind of luck? They can forget, but what about her? The overwhelming hatred is burning her skin, bones, blood and flesh all the time, and she will never be freed from it!
Mu Lin's voice was icy cold, and every word pierced Qian Xi's heart: "They died in vain in the battle between the immortals and the underworld, their souls were scattered and never to be resurrected, and you concealed your identity for the God Clan ruler behind the immortal world!"
At this moment, Meng Qianxi was bleeding and in pieces. She could no longer bear this kind of heart-wrenching questioning and fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face: "Don't say it! I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
Meng Qianxi tightly grasped Mu Lin's hand, like a drowning man holding onto a floating log, "First Ming and then Niheng, she is indeed the daughter of the God of War, and she came to the fairyland with her mother, the Goddess of Wood. The first King of Hell fell in love with her at first sight, and his sincerity moved the world. Your Majesty asked for her many times, and finally the goddess married her..."
Mu Lin seemed not to feel the pain of the crushed bones in his hand, and closed his eyes, "Go on."
"The King of Hell and the Queen loved each other very much. Three years after their marriage, they gave birth to Princess Rin, which was a great event in the underworld. Not long after, the Queen of Hell left a letter and disappeared with the princess. Your Majesty was furious and searched for her many times, but finally..."
Mu Lin took over her words: "Finally, your master met Ni Heng by the Wangchuan River and brought me back." She dreamed of those days in the God's Secret Realm in the Demon Realm, memories that she should not have had as a baby.
Meng Qianxi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "That's true. After that, His Majesty ordered that no one should talk about the matter of the Queen of the Underworld. The Danluan Palace was sealed, and all the related books were sealed away."
Mu Lin's expression was indifferent: "Is that so..." It turned out that she was not a pure immortal, but had half the blood of the gods.
A half-immortal, half-god, huh... What an indescribable irony.
"What are you talking about?" A clear voice came from the door. Zijian came back. Mu Lin casually made a gesture and tidied Meng Qianxi up. Meng Qianxi stood up with her strength and stood beside her respectfully.
What happened just now made her realize that no matter how close they were, Her Highness the Princess would always be the inviolable Her Highness the Princess. Meng Qianxi's deep-seated awe of Mu Lin would never fade from now on.
Mu Lin knew that her radical methods had frightened Meng Qianxi. She was stimulated by her own life experience and her dark nature was revealed. How could the black vines that grew wildly in the dark and humid place, sucking so much scarlet blood, be pure and flawless
She lied to her master, went to the devil's realm, stole the divine fungus, and played tricks on her relationship. She has never been a kind person.
Zijian had already walked over. Meng Qianxi bowed to the two of them and said, "Meng Po will take her leave first." Then she left under Mu Lin's gaze.
Mu Lin stood up, still flawlessly innocent and natural, and smiled at him: "Your Majesty, you are back."
It was just like the greetings from his wife when his husband returns home from a long trip. Zi Jian felt warm in his heart. He sat next to Mu Lin and held her hands.
"Well, I was in a hurry to get back to see my queen, so I left a little early."
Mu Lin said helplessly: "I won't run away again."
"That's not necessarily true." Zi Jian smiled, stood up and wanted to help her take off the heavy phoenix crown, but was stopped by Mu Lin.
"The wedding ceremony has not yet taken place."
In the mortal world, it is customary for couples to eat from the same pot and hold hands after drinking from the same cup. The immortals in the underworld do not eat, so they only perform the ceremony of drinking from the same cup.
"The queen is right." Zijian pulled Mu Lin up. They each poured a glass of wine, exchanged glasses and drank at the same time.
The sake enters the intestines and turns into a ball of fire, rising up. The drunk beauty has a rosy face, but she still speaks sweetly and is shy and gentle.
Mu Lin's body swayed slightly, and she couldn't help but sit back on the bed. Her beautiful eyes were a little confused, and she was as dazed as a young deer.
I got drunk all of a sudden!
"Why are you still like a child..." Zijian came over to dismantle the Phoenix Coronet for her, his hands moving neatly and gently. When her black hair fell on the bed, Zijian sat down and took Mu Lin into his arms. His slender fingers gently pressed on her temples, injecting her with the clear water spirit power to relieve her drunkenness.
"You can get drunk with just one sip of Prajna wine. I guess I won't let you get even a little bit of it in the future..."
Mu Lin felt that Zi Jian was just as long-winded as Zhong Li Jian, so he said perfunctorily: "You are His Majesty the King of Hell, everything you said is right..."
"You and I are married, husband and wife are one, and we are equal in status. You don't need to use honorifics when addressing me."
Mu Lin nodded indifferently: "Then I will still call you Your Majesty in front of others, and call you... Zhongli behind others' backs?"
"Lin'er can also call me husband, Brother Quexi." Zijian stroked Mu Lin's long, dark and cool hair, and was reluctant to let it go.
Mu Lin let him play childishly and pulled his lips: "Forget it, I can't say it."
What kind of name is this? It's so hypocritical that it makes my scalp tingle.
Zijian said leisurely: "Don't worry, my lady can take your time."
Mu Lin coughed lightly: "You should just call me Lin'er..." At least it sounds more normal.
Zijian seemed to be thinking, "Who else has called you that?"
“That’s what the elders call me.”
An impeccable answer that reveals nothing.
Although he was curious about her experiences over the years, Zijian could sense that she was too defensive towards him and that it would not change overnight, so he stopped asking. He always believed that a drop of water can wear away a stone, and time will eventually wear away all the barriers.
Patting her head, he changed the subject: "It's late, let's get ready for bed."
"good."
Mu Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Subconsciously, she didn't want to share her past with Zijian.
After a day of hard work, she was tired and called the maid to come in to wash and dress for her. When the makeup was washed off, her little face was like a reflection of a beautiful woman, a red lotus in the water, a lotus emerging from the water, clear and bright. Behind the screen, she changed out of her complicated wedding dress, and the red middle dress made her body look soft and charming.
"What are you doing standing there? Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Mu Lin yawned lightly, a hint of drunkenness lingering in his eyes, and his unintentional glance back was extremely alluring.
Zijian said speechlessly: "Wait for you to change my clothes."
"No, didn't you see that my own wedding dress was taken off by my maid?"
Zijian seemed to smile, leaning down to cover her in shadow. His handsome face was less than an inch away from her, and even their breathing was entangled, as ambiguous as it could be.
He coaxed her softly, "The groom's wedding attire is simpler. I'll teach you how to take it off." Then he took Mu Lin's hand and placed it on his lapel.
Mu Lin's hand trembled. Even if she was slow-witted, she could sense that something was wrong. Zi Jian's clear almond-shaped eyes were now tinged with a deep color, revealing a bit of evil.
Uneasy like a duckweed leaf, rising and falling in the deep water, Mu Lin struggled to pull his hand back, lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, "You should do it yourself."
It's really inhumane.
When will the little girl finally come to her senses? Zijian sighed, but didn't force it. He resigned himself to his fate and got up to change his clothes.
Mu Lin crawled to the inside, but felt a little unfair to him. As a wife, she even refused to help her husband change his clothes. There was some awkward silence for a while.
Zijian was changing clothes behind the screen. The flickering candlelight caused the figure reflected on the screen to sway along with it, like an ink painting with ever-changing light and darkness. A strange feeling rose in Mu Lin's heart.
The groom's wedding suit was easy to take off. Zijian had indeed not lied to her. In a flash, he had changed into his pajamas and sat on the bed beside Mu Lin.
Neither of them spoke, just like the gloomy gray sky outside.
Worried that the atmosphere would be too quiet, Mu Lin secretly glanced at him while holding the pillow and whispered, "Tonight is our wedding night."
“…”Thanks for the reminder, he knows it better than anyone else.
Mu Lin continued: "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shadow."
"So Rin'er is seducing me?"
"I'm just curious about what a wedding night is."
Zijian was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you read the pamphlet that someone sent you last night?"
"I was so busy memorizing the wedding process that I forgot."
Zijian couldn't help laughing this time, and said mischievously: "It hurts a little, but it feels good. Do you want to try it?"
Mu Lin shook his head decisively: "It doesn't matter if it hurts."
It’s okay that she encountered pain during the practice, but how could she seek suffering in her daily life
As a man, Zijian had more theoretical experience than Mulin. He coaxed her patiently like a child, "It's a little painful... but you'll feel better soon. Sex is a very pleasant thing..."
"Okay, I'll try it later. Now it's your turn, Zhongli, to fulfill your promise. You promised to tell me the whole truth about the battle between the immortals and the underworld tonight."
"Okay." Zijian agreed immediately. He quickly pulled the pillow from Mu Lin's arms, piled them together behind him, and sat back in the most comfortable position. He felt that something was missing, so he stretched out his long arms and embraced Mu Lin's shoulders. With a slight pull, Mu Lin leaned on his shoulders.