th blood, and at this moment, black qi invaded, causing half his face to swell. His eyeball bulged and bled, his mouth couldn't close, and saliva dripped out.He used to be... I remember he was rather...The mountain wind howled.

Mu Wanchen's white hair stung my eyes.

He sat on the cliff, watching the swirling river below.

The wind whipped up fallen leaves, and tiny snowflakes landed on my palm, melting instantly.

It's so cold standing here, but Mu Wanchen is just sitting cross-legged on the cliff like this, seemingly deep in thought. I don't want to disturb him.

This cliff is the one engraved with my name, and below it lies a massive mountain city enveloped by layers of vines.

The wooden planks on the bridge were nowhere to be found, leaving only a few lonely iron cables dangling in the air, swaying gently in the wind. It looked desolate and forlorn.

I've opened my mouth several times wanting to call out for Mu Wanchen, but seeing that white hair fluttering in the wind, I couldn't bring myself to speak.

He looked as aloof as a drifting cloud.

Though my heart seems still as a deep, quiet sea,

The deep sea flows...

His thoughts were heavy and helpless, but I didn't know how to help.

Surrounded on all sides, this Peach Blossom Spring seemed to be driven to a desperate situation.

I still remember the first impression of this river, it was after an earth-shaking earthquake, a torrential downpour that made the river water boil.

And just like that, a giant boulder tumbled down, blocking the wisps of smoke rising from the cooking fires.

Under natural disasters, love should be boundless. However, due to special circumstances, this place has become an isolated island.

I was blown by the wind and had to retreat to the edge of the forest to take shelter, leaning against a big tree and watching Mu Wanchen's back.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder from behind, and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"This nervous" Mu Xia Qiao's voice rang out behind me.

"Little wife…" I patted my chest, "How did you come here"

"The Heavenly Emperor brought me here." She sat on the roots of a nearby tree, watching Mu Wanchen's figure and sighed: "He's really not easy. I used to think he was drawing boundaries and could act recklessly in his own domain, but now it seems like he's really worried."

She paused, rubbing her temples and saying, "Even my brother and Lin Yanhua find this embarrassing. I'm afraid it's really difficult to handle..."

"Well, Master Lin said that just now when looking at the coordinates, he found that this place is not far from a certain secret base, about one hundred to two hundred miles away. So if there's any movement here, it's likely to alert people outside." I said.

The little wife sighed: "… before, Jiang Qiyun set fire to this mountain with his industry fire. I saw a helicopter flying over at that time. I thought it was a forest ranger checking the fire situation… Now that I think about it, the industry fire is not an ordinary flame, not burning point by point, but suddenly erupting. Could the rangers react so quickly Maybe it was someone from outside who came then…"

At that time, the Dharma Gate was destroyed at one corner, flames spreading both inside and outside. Later, it was handled by the fire essence Pi Fang, and I don't know how it finally subsided. I vaguely remember the smell of a heavy rain washing over it; it must have covered things up.

"But now... it's impossible to hide it anymore." The young wife sighed helplessly: "If I hadn't been kidnapped by the corpse refiners, perhaps I wouldn't have these troubles now."

I raised an eyebrow. "If you hadn't been taken by the Corpse Refiners, Mu Wanchen wouldn't have a princess yet."

The young mistress was taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying, "Hee hee, it's good to help bring about a marriage. Seeing you still able to help Mu Wanchen take care of the people as his wife is so virtuous~"

"Your tone reminds me of the Seventh Lord." I grinned, chatting with my junior wife for a few moments, and my gloom lifted considerably.

"Eh, how did you know that Seventh Lord came too Your intuition is so strong now"

Ah, ah!

"The Seventh Grandpa is here" I was stunned.

What is the Seventh Uncle here for

Qitian is a tricky deity, his mind is elusive and hard to fathom. The smile on his face seems effortless, yet it could hold seventeen or eighteen different meanings, leaving people feeling uneasy and apprehensive.

I still dare not speak carelessly or question him loudly—this is no ordinary petty official or errand boy!

He didn't need any serious expression or solemn air at all!

A smirk could send shivers down your spine, and if he pulled out something like a lock or a contract from his sleeve...

I can't bear to think about it.

"What is the Seventh Grandpa doing here" I asked cautiously.

The little mistress pursed her lips and whispered, "How would I know If I could guess what the Seventh Lord was thinking, I wouldn't be treated so badly by him..."

Even the little lady of the underworld dares to mess with you

"Besides the Underworld's supreme god—like Emperor Jun and Qinghua Dadi, those top-tier boss gods he wouldn't dare mess with—no one in the Underworld is afraid of him..." The junior wife mumbled softly, her face filled with grievance.

He must have been bullied a lot.

"Xiao Yinluo, you should still go and tell Mu Wanchen. The Emperor is here too, on the platform below. He's probably waiting for him." The junior mistress pointed at Mu Wanchen's back.

I nodded and walked forward, tucking my chin to the mountain wind.

Mu Wanchen was still sitting there, the wind and snow were no different to him than a gentle breeze, but I saw a small snowflake on his brow and felt sorry for him.

I stood behind him, peering over several times, he didn't seem to have any intention of speaking.

This is just the right state of mind for meditation.

"Your Majesty the Shaman King~", I cleared my throat, deliberately using a slightly more cheerful tone to break the silence.

He still didn't react.

As thick-skinned as I am, how could I possibly be intimidated by his cold shoulder

"Your Majesty, if I get a cold from all this wind, I can't take medicine!" I knelt behind him, reaching out to hug his neck and rubbing my cheek against the back of his head.

This action pressed him forward, he chuckled softly, “Little princess, what if you fall”

Then, we'll fall together. I tilted my head and bit his ear.

"Humph..." He chuckled softly, reaching out to grasp my arm, but remained silent for a long moment.

"Don't catch a cold here, okay Let's go down first. The little mistress said the Heavenly Emperor has arrived…"

"I know," he said softly, cutting me off.

Um...

Mù Wǎn Chén let out a soft sigh and continued, "I know Master has come. I also know his intentions…"

"Why don't you go down then" I observed him carefully from the side.

His eyes were filled with ice.

"To make a decision, one always has to think and struggle, doesn't it" Mu Wanchen smirked at me, gently pulling my arm away, then stood up.

"Why must you stay here and catch the cold with me" He reached out to embrace me, warming me in his arms. In a low voice, he said, "I'm going down to see Master. You and your junior sister stay together, don't run around, you could trip and fall on loose ground, you know"

"Hmm hmm." I mumbled in vague agreement.

How could I possibly not run around I at least need to eavesdrop on what you're saying, right

Little Mistress agreed with my plan. As soon as Mu Wanchen stepped down the stairs, she ran to pull me along. We went through layers of vines, carefully stepping on the cracked stone slabs, following Mu Wanchen downwards—

>every day.Lin Yanqin asked, "Xiao Qiao, I took a look at your family's almanac. The first day of the next month is a good day. How about we set our engagement banquet for that day""In the imperial cap...