Mo Changxing frowned, his voice slightly cold. “Little Junior Sister, it’s not suitable to keep someone of unknown origins by your side. If you—”
“You’re also someone of unknown origins!”
Yun Qingxue cut him off, leaving Mo Changxing speechless and frustrated.
Unable to vent his frustration on Yun Qingxue, Mo Changxing turned his icy glare toward the frail girl still kneeling on the ground.
The girl was still in shock from Yun Qingxue’s words.
Did the Flower King just say she would take her in? Did the Flower King really just say she would take her in?!
Was it real? Or was this just a dream conjured by her dying mind?
“I am willing! I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty, the Flower King!” Even if it felt like a dream, she murmured the words over and over in response.
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Above the vast heavens, immortal energy swirled. The divine palace stood solemn and majestic amidst the clouds, exuding an aura of sacred inviolability.
Atop the nine-layered celestial palace, the Divine Emperor reclined lazily on his lofty throne, a faint, indifferent smile playing on his lips.
His bright yet unfathomably deep eyes rested lightly on a corner of the divine hall.
Suddenly, his smile widened slightly as he rose gracefully from his throne and flew toward the spot he had been gazing at.
His movements were fluid and effortless, his pristine robes fluttering elegantly behind him, the entire scene so beautiful and holy it seemed like a dream.
“Xuechen.”
The Divine Emperor landed gracefully, his divine and handsome face softening with a tender, lingering smile as he looked at the nearly transparent yet breathtakingly beautiful woman before him.
The woman was extraordinarily beautiful—a beauty beyond words, both striking and serene, radiant yet untainted by vulgarity.
“Xuechen,” the Divine Emperor called her name again, his voice filled with longing.
Yet the woman’s stunning eyes never once turned toward him.
The Divine Emperor’s hand, hidden within his snow-white sleeve, clenched tightly. The tenderness on his face cracked slightly, as if struck by an invisible force. His voice turned cold as he spoke slowly, “It’s fine if you don’t want to acknowledge me now. I have all the time in the world to wait.”
“Fantian.”
Lan Xuechen’s gaze finally settled on the Divine Emperor’s face, icy and detached.
“No matter how long you wait, I will never agree to anything you ask! Never!”
The mask of tenderness on Divine Emperor Fantian’s face shattered completely at her words.
As he stared at the peerlessly beautiful woman before him, threads of madness flickered in the depths of his eyes.
Lan Xuechen’s heart tightened.
This man before her, who appeared so divine and majestic—this lofty Divine Emperor—was, in truth, a madman. And a madman ruling over the entire celestial realm was a terrifying thing indeed.
“Hmph! Are you still thinking about that useless Yun Ye? A thousand years ago, he couldn’t protect you, and a thousand years later, he’s still just as worthless! For such a failure, you’d defy me forever? Is it worth it?!” the Divine Emperor demanded bitterly.
Lan Xuechen smiled faintly, her expression softening unconsciously at the mention of Yun Ye.
Her eyes remained calm yet resolute as she met Fantian’s gaze and said, word by word, “It is worth it. No matter how many times you ask, my answer will never change.”
“I love Yun Ye! And I will never love you!”
The flames in the Divine Emperor’s eyes burned fiercer, reaching a critical point—only to suddenly extinguish, replaced by deep, unsettling calm.
He looked at Lan Xuechen, who stood before him with only a wisp of her soul remaining, and smirked, a faint, chilling smile curving his lips.
Strangely, though the smile carried a sinister malice, it still held an inexplicable air of sacred inviolability.
“Xuechen,” the Divine Emperor said, his gaze fixed on her, “If one day the entire Profound Spirit Continent descends into chaos, it will be because of you.”
“Are you threatening me?” Lan Xuechen frowned coldly.
Fantian chuckled. “I never threaten. Have you forgotten I am the Divine Emperor? What I say, I will do. Yun Ye? Hah. Xuechen, I hope you’ll still love him when I crush him into the dirt like a stray dog.”
“Fantian!” Lan Xuechen’s eyes blazed. “My love, Lan Xuechen’s love, will never waver based on someone’s status or disgrace!”
“How touching,” Fantian sneered, his gaze darkening.
Lan Xuechen suddenly smiled. “For over thirteen hundred years, you’ve claimed to love me, yet you have no heart at all. What you call love is nothing but possession—nothing but the resentment of not having what you desire, and… exploitation!”
Madness flickered once more in Fantian’s eyes, like a fleeting firework, before vanishing back into icy depth.
“Xuechen, you should rest now,” the Divine Emperor said, his voice devoid of emotion.
With a wave of his hand, Lan Xuechen, standing in the corner, vanished instantly, transforming into a streak of blue light that disappeared into an exquisitely crafted vase placed in that very spot.
A nearly transparent blue peony materialized within the previously empty vase.
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