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Time has left some people and things behind, but those who are alive must continue to live...
In the Year Six of Yuan Cang, Princess Guirong passed away, and the entire nation mourned, with the emperor suspending court for three days.
That night.
Su Peijiu held a Vase, looking at the unexpected guest who appeared in her House, her face full of caution.
"I didn't expect that after not seeing you for many days, Ge'er has already learned to use the Vase against her own senior brother." The man lazily leaned against the table, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, dressed in a red robe adorned with countless black flowers, exuding an alluring charm.
Su Peijiu chuckled awkwardly, "Sister is doing this to maintain the friendship of our sect; it is necessary." What if he came to settle scores with her over the last incident? She had heard plenty about the methods of the Demon Sect from Black Crow, and after hearing them, she felt a chill run down her spine. From now on, she decided to take a detour whenever she saw Ji Yu!
Ji Yu shrugged indifferently and said seriously, "You have become the Master of the Building of Nan Xie Tower; I won't pursue it further. But remember, you can trust no one but yourself in all matters. As for what comes next, I believe you already have a plan. Failure is not important; I will protect you... Also." He paused for emphasis.
Su Peijiu prompted him, "Also what?"
"That person will appear in Chang'an soon." He didn't know much about their master, only recalling the strict discipline from childhood and those times he had seen that white silhouette. What could that heartless person want in Chang'an this time?
He frowned, unease flashing through his mind; the Demon Sect couldn't find even a hint of information.
In contrast to Ji Yu's unease and silence, Su Peijiu appeared quite excited, her hands trembling as she held the Vase. "Is Master coming to Chang'an?"
"Yes." Ji Yu looked at the delighted Su Peijiu, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
"Master is finally coming..." She clasped her hands together, but suddenly her smile froze. She changed her appearance; would Master still recognize her?
She reached out to touch her own face, feeling somewhat at a loss. She wanted to ask her senior brother, but when she turned around, all she saw was the empty space where he had been sitting.
...
May, Chang'an.
The atmosphere was lively with music and dance, the sounds of drums and flutes filled the air, and festive red decorations covered the streets of Chang'an. The streets were crowded with onlookers, and even the usually playful children obediently waited with their parents for the bride's sedan chair to arrive so they could rush over for lucky money.
Whose daughter was getting married with such grandeur? The current Chancellor.
Su Peijiu stood in a pure white dress, unembellished, leaning against an old willow tree at the street corner with a faint smile on her face as she watched the procession of ceremonial troops approaching in the distance. In the midst of the bustling crowd, a large sedan chair carried by eight people was steadily making its way toward her; she could even see the double happiness lanterns hanging from the top of the chair.
Black Crow leaned against another branch, his gaze drifting before settling on his Master of the Building. He smiled and said, "How does it feel now, Master of the Building? Everything that should belong to you has been taken away; what is that like?"
"You are mistaken." Su Peijiu glanced at him lightly, a mocking smile on her lips. Noticing Black Crow's curious expression, she continued, "These things never belonged to me; they belong to Su Peijiu."
Black Crow wondered if Su Peijiu was referring to herself. However, considering that young women often had stubborn pride, he decided not to press further and simply smiled in response.
Everything belonged to the Legitimate Daughter of the Su Family, Pei Jiu; it was not hers, Qin Ge's.
She reached out and plucked a vibrant green willow leaf to hold in front of her eyes. So... today she would seek justice for Su Family's Pei Jiu. What Su Xingyan, what Zhao Mengzhi, what Chancellor Su Chi, and what Yuan Cang from the Su Family... Today, she would destroy them all!
"Take me down." As she watched the ceremonial troops enter Desolate King's Manor, she commanded. A hint of pity flashed in Black Crow's eyes as he led her down. He believed his master cared too much about face; even when planning to cause a scene at a wedding, she still refused to admit that her heart was unbalanced. Women could be so contrary!
Su Peijiu looked at Desolate King's Manor, where guests lined both sides and a fire pit stood in front of the main gate. Qi Mo stood at the entrance in bright red wedding attire, expressionless as he stared at the bridal sedan chair while the matchmaker beside him chattered incessantly.
“Black Crow, if we suddenly appear, what kind of expressions will they have?” Prodding stood beside her, addressing Black Crow.
Black Crow casually chewed on a piece of grass and mumbled, “You can imagine, they would want to kill you.”
“Tsk tsk, that’s really scary.” She took a step back, avoiding Qi Mo's gaze.
Black Crow looked at the sky in exasperation: “Master of the Building, if you think it’s scary, we might as well go back.”
Su Peijiu blew away the Willow Leaf in her hand and watched as Qi Mo finally stepped down from the platform. She kicked the sedan door three times, while Matchmaker wore a relieved expression beside her.
“If I don’t go out, some people will be very disappointed.” She smiled at the veiled woman who placed her jade hand on Qi Mo's outstretched palm. “I can’t let them down, can I?”
Black Crow rolled his eyes and decided not to respond. He realized that when Master of the Building asked you something, it wasn’t really a question; it was more like self-questioning and answering.
A month ago, a decisive woman had found herself in a similar situation. She stood at her lover's wedding banquet, holding the dagger given to her by him, and ended her own life…
Su Peijiu squinted her eyes; what a foolish woman… What did she gain from doing that in the end?
She was not Princess Gui Rong, nor did she have deep feelings for Qi Mo, so she would never follow her path. “Master of the Building, when do you plan to go in?” Black Crow watched as Desolate King led the bride across the washbasin and into the mansion, puzzled as to why Su Peijiu had not entered yet.
She stretched lazily: “It would be wonderful if I go in after they pay their respects to the earth, wouldn’t it?”
“So what do we do now?”
“Let’s go in and drink to their happiness.” Su Peijiu pulled Black Crow along and walked into a clothing shop. She requested an ordinary outfit, covered her face with a veil, and then swaggered over, presenting the wedding invitation obtained from Flower Mother, and entered with great confidence.
After entering, Black Crow discovered that Su Peijiu was indeed just eating and drinking. Even when the bride and groom were bowing to the ground, she had a chicken leg in her mouth, appearing utterly carefree. On the other hand, the Desolate King seemed somewhat distracted; each time he bent down and stood up, his expression grew increasingly dark and terrifying. By the time of the "couple's bow," his gaze was downright lethal!
However, with the Emperor personally officiating the wedding, the Desolate King reluctantly went through with the bow. When the matchmaker loudly announced, "Send them to the bridal chamber!" Black Crow instinctively looked at his Master of the Building, only to see her suddenly remove her outer garment, take off her veil, and push through the crowd toward the stage.
Black Crow swore he even saw Su Peijiu wipe the grease from her mouth at the last moment...
...Women are truly a terrifying species...
On stage, Su Peijiu wore a desolate expression. She looked at Qi Mo, who had a gloomy face, as well as the shocked Emperor and Su Chi, and wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes: "Daughter has returned..."
Although Su Chi was momentarily stunned, he quickly realized what time it was and stepped forward to pull Su Peijiu down from the stage. However, he did not expect that the Desolate King would reach out to stop him.
Qi Mo stood in his wedding attire under the blazing sun. He looked at the woman before him; after many days apart, she showed no signs of weariness. Looking again at her eyes that clearly did not match her expression, he saw no trace of desolation or sadness—only calmness and indifference...
She had deliberately waited until after he bowed to appear... Su Peijiu, you truly are something!
"Since the princess has returned, let us quickly bow to This King." How could she be so calm?! He absolutely would not allow it!
Su Peijiu was momentarily taken aback but soon felt a flame ignite deep within her Water Eyes. She clenched her hands beneath her sleeves and tried to maintain a relatively calm tone as she forced a smile: "Desolate King, are you joking? Did you not just marry my sister?"
At this moment, the Emperor also spoke with a gloomy expression: "My son must not joke; how could Su Xiang marry two daughters to you?"
If this Legitimate Daughter of the Su Family's rumors were true, he naturally had other arrangements; he would not let this rebellious child benefit for nothing.
Earlier, they could not find her; now that she had suddenly appeared on her own, nothing could allow this woman to escape his control. As long as Linglong Spine was in hand, hm! Everything would be under his command!
Qi Mo stared deeply at Su Peijiu, not letting go of any subtle expression from her. A smile curled at the corners of his mouth: "What I originally wanted was the Legitimate Daughter of the Su Family. This Su Xingyan is clearly being forced upon me by Father Emperor."
"Unfilial son—!" The Emperor did not expect Qi Mo to dare speak such words in public, and he immediately stood up in anger.
Su Chi also had an unpleasant expression; the Desolate King was willing to abandon one daughter for the sake of another, which left him feeling humiliated.
Seeing the situation was not right, the other ministers quickly helped to clear the area, leaving only a few relevant individuals behind.
Zhao Mengzhi was originally in a good mood today. Although her daughter could not become Consort Crown Prince and married the less favored Desolate King, having a powerful Desolate King was still more useful than a potentially empty title of a Crown Prince.
However, upon hearing that the Desolate King would abandon her daughter for that lowly Su Peijiu, and publicly belittling her daughter's worth, she pushed aside her maid and stepped forward, raising her voice: "Desolate King, how can you say such words after having pledged yourself to Yan'er? How can you be worthy of Yan'er?"
Qi Mo wore a faintly mocking smile as he looked at Zhao Mengzhi. He knew well what kind of person Su Xingyan's mother was; indeed, like mother, like daughter. "Su Xingyan was already unclean before marrying This King. What ulterior motives did she have in marrying This King while committing treason? I have yet to pursue this matter, and now you come to question whether This King is worthy of your daughter?"
Zhao Mengzhi was rendered speechless, her expression turning pale in an instant. Su Chi frowned and shouted loudly: "What on earth is going on here!"
"…My lord, the Desolate King is speaking nonsense. This… this isn't true; you must believe Yan'er…" She reached out to grab Su Chi's clothing but was violently shaken off, explaining in panic.
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