The first mont Wan Fangzi regained consciousness, she looked down to carefully examine her own body.
Everything was perfectly fine, without missing limbs, and the skin was crystalline and delicate.
However, when she truly saw her appearance in the mirror, she almost let out a scream of joy.
At this mont, not only was she not refined into dicinal residue, but she had erged with a beauty not of the mortal world.
Just beholding her own visage, a dazzling beauty almost blinded her eyes.
Wan Fangzi was a bit curious about what exactly the Otherworldly Soul had done to make her so sleek and radiant.
Later, she learned that Emperor Zuo Muchen of Xuan Country had begun searching for immortals and seeking the Dao, throwing the once orderly nation into chaos, which put her mind at ease.
Yet she also felt a twinge of regret for her myopic judgnt.
Afterward, Wan Fangzi swore never to set foot within Xuan Country’s borders again, but so matters cannot be spoken of too absolutely.
Ten years later, she appeared as the Empress Dowager of Ling Country at a grand banquet prepared by Xuan Country for the diplomatic delegation, accompanied by the forr emperor.
At that ti, she stood high above, with a true lover by her side who was deeply affectionate.
The person who was once feared and hated had long been ground into dust.
The forr Emperor of Xuan Country was overthrown by the clan, while the new emperor on the throne still carried the bloodline of the emperor two reigns ago.
As for Zuo Muchen, after expending enormous wealth and resources to seek immortals and the Dao, he went mad and was confined within a royal villa.
Of course, his most beloved noble princess accompanied him.
Naturally, these details were discreetly investigated by the confidant by her side.
He even secretly took her to visit the villa.
"Fang, Fangzi... you’re back, have you co to take away? I knew you couldn’t let go of !"
A man with disheveled hair suddenly rushed out; if not for his familiar voice, Wan Fangzi would not have recognized him as the once elegant and graceful Regent King.
"Fanger, step back." Just as Zuo Muchen was about to touch Wan Fangzi’s hem, a gentle arm swept her around in a circle, rapidly retreating several ters away.
"Who is he?" Zuo Muchen’s bloodshot eyes peered through the strands of his drooping hair, sullen and violent.
His hoarse, deep voice, like a cold and slimy poison snake, was sticky and viscous, tinged with a hint of blood.
Blood scent?
Wan Fangzi suddenly, frighteningly realized that the scent of blood she sensed was actually present.
Looking toward where Zuo Muchen stood, blood slowly seeped from a door with a slit behind him.
Wan Fangzi, panic-stricken, turned her head to glance back. But her intimate gesture with Her Majesty wholly infuriated Zuo Muchen.
"Whore, you’ve put a green hat on ?"
A knife with a blood-stained blade slid out from his wide sleeve, aiming at Wan Fangzi’s heart.
With just a soft ’ding’, the dagger was kicked away by the man behind Wan Fangzi.
Zuo Muchen, initially mad, suddenly beca gentle and courteous, even regaining so of his original poise.
He affectionately called, "Fangzi, co back to my side; this ti there will be no one else."
Hearing Zuo Muchen’s gentle tone, goosebumps tingled up Wan Fangzi’s arm as if brushed by a slippery reptile.
The mories that later ca back to her were just like now, as if wrapped in honey-dipped arsenic.
That hearth girl, Wan Fangzi, one day ascended to the position of a concubine, openly and secretly resented by many.
For her loved one, she learned not to stop at anything in the cannibalistic harem, evolving from a self-deprecating, timid ordinary woman.
Believing she was defending her happiness, in reality, her fate was already in the hands of the supre Emperor from the beginning.
But fortunately, oh so fortunately... she t her.
Directly transforming her tragic instance of battling through the harem only to be eliminated as a road-blocking monster into a light-hearted cody filled with joyous festivities.
Without her even investigating, upon entering Xuan Country’s territory, she had heard enough from storytellers in teahouses.
The forr Xuan Emperor’s harem was a unique and flavorful place.
Rumored that the forr Xuan Emperor loved most to sll the armpit odor of his concubines, and the scent of won’s small feet after labor.
According to a palace maid serving a concubine who had retired safely and honorably from the court, concubines had once sought teachings from the Emperor’s favorite noble princess and subsequently approached him enveloped in exotic scents to seek favor.
Said noble princess’s favor from the Emperor was because she was a hearth girl with a scent.
When hearing these rumors, Wan Fangzi was at a loss for words.
If she weren’t sure that Zuo Muchen had no such peculiar likes, she would’ve almost believed it was true.
"Prince, I am a hearth girl with no scent, unworthy of your favoritism. Let’s part ways here; we shall not et again."
Wan Fangzi would never admit to using those words to mock the other party.
Zuo Muchen was montarily stunned, suddenly snapping back to reality, "You are the real Fangzi."
Imdiately followed by a more intense anger, he silently struck with chaotic palm winds at the two of them.
But he had only moves and no inner strength, like a child wielding a large hamr, ultimately only hurting himself.
"Let’s go."
Before leaving, Wan Fangzi glanced again at the skirt’s edge peeking from the door gap.
In graven mories, she would never mistake the familiar color and style of that skirt’s edge.
It belonged to the woman whose soul served as a dicinal guide.
According to the Ye Country’s five-thousand-year historical records, in the year 864 AD, Emperor of Xuan used poison as bait to initiate a coup, seizing the throne and becoming the new emperor; later, he was absorbed in seeking immortality and the Dao, unable to extricate himself.
However, compared to his extrely short reign, it is his rather unique harem secrets that posterity delights in talking about, continually pondering and guessing.
The informal historical records say: The concubines favored by the Emperor of Xuan all have the scent of armpit odor and the fragrant sweat of small feet, lingering for three days without fading, and moreover, the Emperor of Xuan was said to be deeply moved to tears due to the golden object produced by his favorite person one day.
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After leaving the Xuanhuang Palace, Su Li fulfilled Yue Nu’s wish by resurrecting the forr Saintess, simultaneously stripping the slave mark once granted to the Ancient Moon Clan by the Ancient Su Family.
Henceforth, the Ancient Moon Clan existed independent of the Main God.
While the slave mark restricted the servant, it also provided protection.
At the very mont when the slave mark was vanished at Su Li’s words, those from the Ancient Moon Clan far at the border also felt an imnse sense of loss from the depths of their hearts.
"Great Elder...."
The Ancient Moon Clan mbers watched with eyes wide as the Great Elder continuously spat blood, panic-stricken.
The Great Elder, disregarding his rapidly aging body, uttered, "The slave mark is gone."
"Totally gone, our Ancient Moon Clan.... is finally free...."
A small Xiao Tong with two horns curiously asked, "Then why is Ancestral Grandfather not happy, isn’t this what our clan has always wished for?"
The Great Elder, filled with both awe and fear, twisted his face, "The contract was undone by the Main God personally; our God still exists."
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