Qing Yuan looked at me calmly, his frosty eyes staring at me so intensely that I felt I was actually the one in the wrong. He appeared after two or three days because he was busy. Anyway, I was wrong…
Qing Yuan said: “The King asked me to bring medicine.”
I took it without good humor and asked: “Did you deliberately bring me here?”
“Yes.” He didn’t try to argue at all, as always brutally honest, though this honesty was not comfortable to hear.
I stared at him and asked: “You’ve seen me before and knew I was Shu Shu. You had long planned to bring me into this pear garden?”
“Yes.”
I pondered for a moment and smiled helplessly: “I suddenly understand why you would like Hua Hua.”
Only someone as pure as her wouldn’t find you scary, even if you killed people outside, as long as you pretend to be good in front of her, she would still think you’re a good person.”
Qing Yuan’s face was nothing but frost. “How long are you planning to keep me here? Once my annual leave is over, if the divine realm discovers I haven’t returned, they will immediately look for me.”
“Even knowing you’re in the ghost realm, they absolutely won’t come to retrieve you,” Qing Yuan looked at me. “They won’t be stupid enough to cause trouble for an insignificant person.”
His words were harsh, but true. Losing a minor god wasn’t a big deal, certainly much smaller than risking another war between the two realms. I was speechless, finding it exhausting to communicate with such an icy person.
“I lured you here for the King’s illness. Only you can cure his condition.”
“Oh, I’ve been upgraded? I’m overwhelmed.”
He ignored my sarcasm and said: “A thousand years ago, the King fell into the Corpse Bone River, suffered organ damage, went blind, and lost most of his cultivation. But these were not the most fatal issues.”
I listened quietly, desperately telling myself not to soften.
He is a ghost, I am a god. If we had a child, it would become a half-demon.
For the sake of future generations, I must control myself.
