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At this moment, Lu Hai Feng was not the Imperial Advisor, and the Lu family was not some aristocratic family. They were merely a drop in the ocean in the capital city.

However, the arrival of Liu Cheng'er only added fuel to the fire of the family.

Cheng'er had been wandering for too long, so she really treated this place as her new home, especially since Luhai was really good to her.

Mu Xiaoling watched on helplessly as the two walked away. The young man had feelings for his concubine, and their relationship deepened with each passing day.

Cheng'er gave Luhai Feng the Phantom Twisting Steps she had learned. Luhai Guang was also very diligent in his studies, but whenever he touched the core of the technique, he would always fail, as if there was always a force preventing him from learning it.

Mu Xiaoling understood that this technique was just like her Green Leaf Dagger. Only one person would be able to learn it at a time. Once it was surpassed, they would be restricted by the Heavenly Dao and would never be able to master it completely.

It was obvious that Lu Haifeng knew about this as well. However, it was impossible for him to just let Cheng'er die like that.

So when Lu Haifeng learned that the Emperor wanted to go to Fengle Temple in disguise, he faked taking Liucheng out for a tour and also went to the temple. He personally fed the tea that had been poisoned into Liucheng's mouth and threw it into the Emperor's chamber.

Everything had happened irrevocably.

Cheng'er looked at the bed in a daze. She accepted the emperor's reward. She had once boasted about marrying the most respected person in the world. Now that she had succeeded, she made people feel even more despair.

Mu Xiaoling looked at Cheng'er as if she was a walking corpse. She sat on the palanquin that was carried to the palace and accepted the Emperor's arranged life. She became the most favored concubine and stayed in the Flowery Palace.

Since then, Lu Haifeng had become the Imperial Advisor of China. The Lu family rose in power and quickly became the number one family in China. Lu Haifeng had even used the Winding Ghost Steps to create death warriors like Shao Ying.

However, this was not enough.

Because he had yet to truly learn the Ghastly Bind Steps, Liu Chen'er had not died yet.

One year later, there was only one word on the stone monument: "Descending Heavens". It was exactly the same word as Liu Cheng's.

Lu Haifeng, as the Imperial Advisor, was naturally invited to the palace to do some calculations.

On this day, in the imperial study, the old emperor was sitting on the Dragon Throne, while Cheng'er was kneeling on the ground, disheveled. Lu Haifeng stood beside Cheng'er and made some calculations with his fingers.

When the old emperor heard this, he became anxious. "Who's the Demon Consort?"

Lu Haifeng said, "The eight characters on the monument belong to Imperial Concubine Li."

At this moment, Liu Chen'er's heart had died. There was no sadness nor joy on her face. "If I were to die, just say it. Why would I need to do all this."

Lu Haifeng acted as if he didn't hear her. He just stood there quietly, looking at her.

Mu Xiaoling floated behind Liu Cheng. She could clearly see that Lu Haifeng didn't have any heart. What he cared about was the status and power in his hands. There had never been a position of Liu Chen'er.

How could Chen'er not understand? She smiled sadly. "If you want me to die, then I'll satisfy you." As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and gulped down the liquid within. Soon, blood began to flow from all seven of his orifices and he died from the poison.

Lu Haifeng didn't think that Cheng would actually dare to do such a thing. For a moment, he just stood there until the eunuch carried Cheng's body away.

In the end, to the old emperor, the throne was more important. Although it was just a luscious orange, it was not a necessity. If it was gone, it would be gone.

Mu Xiaoling seemed to be unable to move too far away from Cheng'er. After seeing this, she couldn't help but be pulled along with Cheng'er's corpse. She watched as two eunuchs placed her corpse into a big sack, threw it into a dry well, and left.

The dream wasn't over yet. Mu Xiaoling couldn't leave the well and could only wait until midnight. A hand grabbed the well's edge as a person slowly climbed up.

Although that person's body was in a sorry state, she was, without a doubt, Cheng'er.

Chen'er wasn't dead!

Mu Xiaoling watched as Cheng'er climbed out of the well like a wraith and took a breath before returning to the Flowery Temple.

This time, she really did appear as a ghost.

The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they had lost half their lives. News of the incident spread like this, and from then on, there was no one living in the Fang Hua Palace.

When he dreamt this, Mu Xiaoling felt dizzy and her vision turned dark. She didn't know what was going on.

When she woke up, the sky was already bright outside. She moved as if she had been pricked by countless needles. Every inch of her skin and flesh hurt to the point that even her bones would hurt.

Mu Xiaoling couldn't believe what she was seeing. How many centuries had she been sleeping?

"Ling'er, you're awake?" Xiao Yu carried a tray in. Seeing Mu Xiaoling move, he immediately placed the tray on the table. He quickly walked to the bedside and took her hand. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Why don't you ask me where I'm comfortable …" Mu Xiaoling forced a smile. However, her voice was hoarse as if she had just come out from a desert.

Xiao Yu swiftly went to the table and poured a cup of fresh water for her to drink. "Ling'er has been unconscious for a full seven days."

"I've actually slept for so many days." Mu Xiaoling rubbed the space between her eyebrows and leaned on Xiao Yu as she sat up. As she listened to the bones in her body creak, she asked, "Is everyone alright?"

"The others are already awake. Don't worry, they'll be fine." Xiao Yu spoke softly as he gently massaged Mu Xiaoling's body to ease some of the discomfort, "But you saw something in your dream, someone with such a strong cultivation level was suddenly filled up. I'm the only one watching over there, if it was someone else, I would have immediately pulled you over to cook and eat you."

Mu Xiaoling smiled. In her heart, she knew that Xiao Yu was just scaring her. "It's not that exaggerated."

"It's just an exaggeration. Do you know how sweet your smell is right now? Even I can't resist it." Xiao Yu looked at him as he got closer and closer, his eyes actually gradually turning blood-red, like two pieces of blood colored glass, breathtaking and dangerous.

Mu Xiaoling gently pushed him on the bed. Without the slightest bit of fear, she replied, "You've pressured me."

Xiao Yu lightly smiled and tilted his head before sitting back down. His eyes covered the blood colour and turned pure black. "I brought you ginseng soup. I originally thought that if you're still sleeping, I'll boil a new pot for you later."

It was Mu Xiaoling's turn to be surprised. "Did you make that soup?"

Xiao Yu walked over with a bowl of soup, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and then brought it to Mu Xiaoling's lips. "It's been simmering for four hours, and I'm tasting how it tastes. The palace is not so peaceful.

Mu Xiaoling tried it and could not help frowning. "Bitter."