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A soft "drip" echoed as a drop of water fell into the pool, merging with the water below. More drops followed, and I looked up to see Jian Rou wiping her eyes while laughing. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening. I didn't cry like this when I saw Shizui, so please don't mind me."
I've seen forced smiles before, and I've experienced that kind of pain myself. I understood it all too well. I stood up from the pool and grabbed a clean towel to wipe away her tears.
"Rou Er, I don't want to lie to you. The Grim Reaper you saw was indeed Molin. He encountered a soul and three spirits that his master had sealed in the Underworld."
I recounted everything that had happened since Molin's incident to Jian Rou, but I avoided mentioning how to save him.
Aside from her initial tears, Jian Rou remained composed, quietly listening until I finished. Then she said, "No wonder I felt a familiar aura as soon as I entered the Underworld Palace; it came from Qin Ling. Molin, Qin Ling." She murmured their names, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes. "No matter who they are, they are still my dear brothers. Anxin, tell me, how can we save Molin?"
I held her hand, trying to soothe her heart. "Jun Chong taught me a method; you can rest assured! They will definitely merge into one, and no one will disappear. In the end, he will still be your brother."
Jian Rou's eyes shifted slightly, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but ultimately pressed them together again and smiled at me. "Anxin, the water is getting cold; let's get out to avoid catching a cold."
"Okay."
I dried myself and put on some loose clothing due to my growing belly. No one here had dared to ask about it except for Jian Rou; everyone else seemed to keep their distance from me, their expressions betraying a hint of fear.
"This is because of the leaking aura of the Demon Fetus. They all know I'm the Lord of the Ghost Fetus; weak spirits are quite afraid of this."
"And you?" I turned to look at Jian Rou, ignoring the servants who hurriedly distanced themselves from me. "To be honest, I feel your spiritual power is similar to theirs."
"Because I know you won't harm me," Jian Rou replied with a smile as she supported me toward our new room. "Back then, I sacrificed my life for Shizui. Afterward, my soul was unstable and on the verge of disintegration. The only thing keeping me together was my obsession with him. Until that day when the seal at the entrance between the human realm and the Underworld was broken, some spiritual power unexpectedly infused into my soul, and then I met the king who gathered my spirit back together—this is why I'm still alive."
"Can a person's obsession really hold such powerful strength?"
I murmured this question, recalling Su Yi's situation—having been dead for so long yet existing as a wisp of obsession in Emerald Valley just to guard that glimmer of hope in his heart.
"It can," Jian Rou said as she pushed open the door to our room. "At that time, he filled my mind completely; all I wanted was to see him again. It was this belief that kept me alive. But Anxin, the existence of obsession inevitably leads to separation in life and death—even ghosts can die. So having no obsession is actually best because then we can truly be together."
Not long after I spoke with Jian Rou, Aunt Song came to knock on the door, followed by several Maids, each carrying something in their hands.
"Miss Anxin, this is sent by the King for you to try on." After a pause, seeing that I didn't respond, Aunt Song added, "The King said that if you don't wear it, we will all die."
As she spoke, she suddenly knelt down with a thud, and the Maids behind her followed suit, trembling as they pressed themselves to the ground in fear. "Please, Miss Anxin, save our lives. Please wear the Wedding Dress."
I frowned, my hands clasped together at my waist, feeling indignant inside. "He's angry; why take it out on you? You haven't done anything wrong."
"We are merely servants. The King doesn't need a reason to be angry. Miss Anxin, please wear the Wedding Dress."
Jian Rou placed her hand on my shoulder and shook her head gently. She walked over to Aunt Song and said softly, "Aunt Song, the young lady hasn't said she wouldn't wear it. Please let them get up!"
I understood Jian Rou's intention, but wearing a Wedding Dress prepared by another man felt incredibly awkward. It was a set of Phoenix Crown and Red Robe, perfect in craftsmanship both in texture and detail.
I had once fantasized about wearing such a Wedding Dress for my own wedding, but the partner had to be Jun Chong.
"Anxin, please endure this for their sake."
I was speechless and could only comply.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was still somewhat astonished.
The fitted wide-sleeved phoenix tail robe subtly revealed my delicate curves. Drenched in blood-red hues, there was no joy of a bride; instead, it felt as if the red was splattered blood against my fair skin, making the color even more glaringly vivid. I almost felt as if my body was gradually being stained red with blood.
No one spoke behind me, but I knew that far away, the King of Hell must have seen me. Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, I said, "Jun Rui, if you want to marry me, then please let Molin go."
"You have no right to negotiate with me." The voice of the King of Hell unexpectedly echoed in the air, causing them all to kneel again.
"So you're not afraid I'll seek death?" I touched my belly. "I'm always ready."
"You won't be able to do it. Tomorrow night is the deadline for Molin, Anxin. What will you do? There will definitely be death between Molin, Qin Ling, Jian Rou, and your child; it's destined to happen. I am very much looking forward to your choice!"
"Your Majesty, I am Molin's sister. I want to know how I can save Molin."
I was taken aback; I didn't expect Jian Rou to directly ask the King of the Underworld. I hurriedly said, "Rou Er, don't ask him. He will only deceive you."
"Anxin, she knows who is deceiving whom." Seeing Jian Rou silent, I realized she didn't believe my previous words. The King of the Underworld let out a cold laugh, and even though I covered Jian Rou's ears with my hands, she could still hear him clearly.
"One way is to use your soul to mend Molin's fractured soul, infusing all your spiritual power to make them merge. The second method is the blood of Anxin's Demon Fetus. The blood of the Demon Fetus is extremely nourishing for souls; once used, the child in her womb will surely die. These are the only two ways to save Molin."
"Enough! Stop talking!" I took off the phoenix crown from my head and smashed it against the mirror, causing the King of the Underworld's voice to vanish.
"Rou Er, don't listen to his nonsense; none of this is true. Jun Chong gave me a method; as long as I see Molin, I can save him."
Jian Rou slowly lifted her head, her eyes darkening and shining with no light at all, yet she still smiled at me. "Then tell me, what is your method?"
"I—" What method could I possibly have? Even if there was none, I had to come up with something. I thought of the Golden Qilin and quickly took it from my hair. Before I could even voice my reasoning, Jian Rou blocked me.
"Anxin, I know you mean well, but this is my family matter." Her expression suddenly turned cold and hostile, unfamiliar in its intensity. My foot slipped on my clothes, and I fell down. Aunt Song and the others were frightened and wanted to help me but were also afraid of me, creating a tense standoff.
Jian Rou glanced at them and sighed. "You all go down first; I'll handle this."
Her words were like those of a savior, prompting Aunt Song and the others to bow and leave in haste. Jian Rou stepped closer to me and extended her hand. "Anxin, I'm very happy that you care so much; at least I know you truly regard Molin as a friend. He has very few friends who genuinely connect with him due to his nature. So having you by his side gives me peace of mind. With Shizui around too, I need not worry about his future anymore, right?"
"But—"
"There are no 'buts.'" Jian Rou pulled me up and helped me out of my wedding dress, replacing it with a simple white robe before seating me in front of the mirror and picking up a comb to style my hair.
"I always wanted a younger sister but ended up with a brother instead. When he was little, he looked so much like a girl; he was adorable. But as he grew older, his personality became increasingly difficult. Sometimes it’s amusing to think about; I often teased him that with his temperament he would never have close friends or anyone who liked him. Yet Qianqian likes him, and you are his only friend. This touches me deeply; at least he can live well even without me. Anxin, my death has brought immense pain to our parents; Molin is their last child and must not come to harm."
I wanted to refuse, but the way Jian Rou combed my hair was incredibly soothing. I felt the comb glide over my scalp, and with it, my consciousness began to drift away.
By the time I realized she was doing this on purpose, it was too late. I heard her final words lingering in my ears, "Anxin, thank you on behalf of Molin. Please tell Shizui that even if my soul dissipates, I will still love him. I'm sorry."
I wanted to struggle, but my body had grown stiff, and my mind became increasingly hazy. Jian Rou styled my hair into a simple bun and then inserted the Qilin Hairpin. She carried me to the bed, carefully tucked me in, and smiled at me like a flower in full bloom—so beautiful.
"Anxin, thank you so much. I'll leave Molin in your hands from now on."
She reached out to cover my eyes, and I felt a cool sensation seep into my mind before everything went dark.
I felt as though I had been wandering in darkness for a long time, calling out loudly. Everything around me was pitch black, so unfamiliar that it filled me with fear. Suddenly, a golden light appeared before me, breaking through the shroud of darkness.
"Anxin, hurry! There's no time!"
"Who is speaking?"
I opened my eyes to find that it was already completely dark outside. My hand trembled, and I found I could move again. Without caring about who had spoken just now, I pushed open the door and stepped outside.
A bright light suddenly erupted in the dark sky, shooting up into the heavens.
My heart tightened; that was the presence of Molin and Jian Rou!
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