"Migu..."
Little Chaos nodded and continued to lie on the table, eating its bun.
It had lost count of how many tis it had heard its mistress say that.
’But can she really find him?’
Little Chaos didn’t know either.
Several days passed in a row.
The neighbors all learned that a very beautiful woman had recently moved in.
And this woman was well-versed in the Buddhist Dharma.
Since many people in the Zhou Kingdom believed in Buddhism, many of the older won in the neighborhood, with ti on their hands, went to Wangxin to ask about Buddhist principles.
Wangxin held nothing back, and from ti to ti, she would help her neighbors by praying, chanting sutras, exorcising evil, or writing couplets for their doorways to ensure their peace and safety.
It was from these sa neighborhood won that Wangxin heard news about the Sovereign of Zhou, and she finally learned why he was not taking a wife for the ti being.
Apparently, the Sovereign of Qin intended to marry his younger sister to the Sovereign of Zhou, a union that had been arranged by the ancestors of both the Qin and Zhou Kingdoms.
The Qin Kingdom was now powerful, and the Zhou Kingdom could not afford to offend them. Coupled with the ancestral pact, it was a difficult proposal to refuse.
However, the Zhou Kingdom had already chosen the daughter of the Yan Clan to be its empress. If they were to replace her now, what would beco of the Zhou Kingdom’s dignity?
Thus, the Empress Dowager of the Zhou Kingdom personally wrote a letter to the Sovereign of Qin, proposing that, in accordance with ancestral customs, both won be welcod into the palace at the sa ti. After one year, His Majesty could then choose one to be his empress based on his own feelings.
The Empress Dowager’s letter had been delivered to the Qin Kingdom, and they were now awaiting the Sovereign of Qin’s reply.
Another five days later, the reply from the Qin Kingdom arrived, and the Zhou Imperial City instantly burst into a flurry of activity.
They learned that the Sovereign of Qin had agreed to the Empress Dowager’s proposal.
Throughout the Zhou Kingdom, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
After all, the Sovereign of Qin was rumored to be notoriously domineering.
The Zhou officials had worried that their concession would be useless and that the Sovereign of Qin would still insist on his sister becoming the empress, viewing anything less as an insult to the Qin Kingdom.
But unexpectedly, the Sovereign of Qin had turned out to be so reasonable.
The Zhou court ministers reacted swiftly. Based on the birth charts of their Sovereign, the daughter of the Yan Clan, and Princess Qingyang, they quickly selected an auspicious date.
In fifty-three days, the daughter of the Yan Clan and Princess Qingyang would enter the palace together.
Although the Zhou Kingdom still had no empress, at least His Majesty’s harem would no longer be empty.
The Imperial City was now abuzz with discussion, everyone speculating on whose bedchamber His Majesty would visit on the first night and who would be the first to bear him a Prince.
As for all this, Wangxin paid it no mind.
Carrying her half-length Dyed Ink blade and accompanied by Little Chaos, she searched the streets and alleys of the Imperial City every day for any sign of Xiao Mo.
Though she had found nothing after all these days, Wangxin was not in a hurry.
’I’ve already been searching for a thousand years,’ Wangxin thought. ’What’s a few more days?’
Before she knew it, Wangxin had been living in her small courtyard in the West City of the Zhou Imperial City for half a month.
On this day, a woman arrived in the Imperial City.
The woman was dressed in a long, snow-white gown of light chiffon, its hem fluttering in the wind like a sunbeam pouring down from the clouds.
Though the fabric was as thin as a cicada’s wing, it concealed her skin completely, only faintly outlining the long, well-proportioned contours of her limbs as she walked.
A bright red, brocaded sash was tied around her waist, perfectly cinching her willow-like thinness and accentuating the breathtaking curves between her waist and hips.
She caused many n to forget how to walk.
When the woman passed by a brothel, even the scantily clad courtesans stared, dumbfounded.
The so-called "slender branch bearing heavy fruit" and "seductive, silk-like eyes" from novels could hardly compare to this.
The woman ignored their gazes and walked straight toward a private courtyard in the West City.
Although the woman had only just arrived in the Central Plains, disciples from the Wandao Sect’s Tinghai Pavilion had long since co to the Zhou Imperial City and had already gathered all sorts of information.
This included the whereabouts of an old friend from the Western Regions.
Arriving at the small courtyard, the woman reached out and knocked gently on the door.
A mont later, the sound of footsteps ca from within the courtyard.
The door opened. Wangxin looked at the woman standing before her, her clear eyes blinking in surprise. "Sister Si Li..."
Si Li’s eyes curved into crescents as she gave a charming smile. "Little Sister Wangxin, it’s been a long ti."
...
「Western Regions, Wandao Sect.」
The Wandao Sect Leader, Yu Yunwei, was in her study handling sect affairs.
For the past thousand years, most of the Wandao Sect’s affairs, both large and small, had been decided by Yu Yunwei with Si Li’s assistance.
But now that Si Li was gone, Yu Yunwei had to handle everything alone.
It wasn’t that Yu Yunwei hadn’t considered training so confidantes, but no matter who they were, she couldn’t bring herself to fully trust them.
’It wasn’t a matter of their loyalty; rather, in my opinion, their ability to handle affairs simply can’t compare to that hussy, Si Li.’
"Sister Yunwei..."
Just as Yu Yunwei was looking through docunts concerning the Wandao Sect’s subordinate sects, Ning Wei ran into the study.
"Ning Wei, what is it?"
Yu Yunwei looked up, rubbing her tired eyes as she asked the young woman before her.
A thousand years had passed.
The little girl from back then had now blossod into a graceful young woman.
Ordinarily, Ning Wei held no official position in the Wandao Sect.
Yu Yunwei had tasked Ning Wei with caring for the plain full of Blood Demon Flowers; aside from that, she only needed to focus on her cultivation.
Ning Wei had not disappointed Yu Yunwei’s expectations.
Although Ning Wei’s talent wasn’t exactly top-tier, she had never slacked in her cultivation.
Over the past thousand years, Ning Wei’s Realm had advanced to Nascent Soul Realm Perfection, just one step away from the Jade Scripture.
"Sister Yunwei, the Blood Demon Flower seeds on the plain have all broken through the soil!"
Ning Wei exclaid excitedly to Yu Yunwei.
"What?"
Yu Yunwei shot to her feet, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"I’m going to see for myself right now!"
Yu Yunwei hurried out of the room and flew toward the small plain.
While the Blood Demon Flower was not an exceptionally rare Spirit Flower or Herb, and it would normally bloom once every thirty years, these particular Blood Demon Flower seeds had been planted a thousand years ago and had never blood.
Yu Yunwei had once sought out Cultivators skilled in Spirit Plants to ask for the reason, but none of them knew why.
After so many years, Yu Yunwei had tried every thod she could think of to no avail and was on the verge of giving up.
She never expected that today, there would finally be so activity on that small plain.
Soon, Yu Yunwei arrived in the sky above the small plain.
As Yu Yunwei slowly descended, what ca into view were countless flower stalks breaking through the earth.
Every Blood Demon Flower was in bud, ready to bloom.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing their slender, scarlet forms to sway.
Once a Blood Demon Flower broke through the soil and budded, it ant that the blooming was not far off.
When Ning Wei also arrived at the Blood Demon Flower plain, Yu Yunwei had her take the Sect Leader’s Order to the Punishnt Hall Master. From this day forward, all Sect affairs were to be temporarily handled by the Punishnt Hall Master.
Yu Yunwei, anwhile, would stay on this small plain, remaining by her senior brother’s tombstone every day without leaving.
One day, two days, three days...
Every day, Yu Yunwei watched the tens of thousands of Blood Demon Flower buds.
Then, on the night of the fourth day after Yu Yunwei’s arrival on the plain, as Yu Yunwei sat ditating before her senior brother’s tombstone, she sensed sothing and slowly opened her eyes.
Beneath the moonlight, the plain was so quiet you could almost hear the dew condensing.
At first, it was only one or two, but then tens of thousands of Blood Demon Flowers began to quietly blossom in the moonlight.
As their petals unfurled, they trembled ever so slightly, like the sighs of soone awakening from a long slumber.
The tens of thousands of flowers rged into a sea of dark red. The moonlight washed over each petal, stripping away the intense crimson of dayti and transforming it into a faint, ethereal blush, as if the earth itself was flushing.
"Senior Brother, do you see?"
Yu Yunwei leaned against her senior brother’s tombstone as if resting her head on his shoulder. Her gaze wavered softly as she looked out at the sea of blooming flowers.
"The Blood Demon Flowers... have blood..."
Just then, a single Blood Demon Flower quietly broke through the soil right in front of the tombstone and gently blood.
It swayed its body, as if eting the tombstone’s gaze.
It seed... sohow more beautiful than all the other flowers...
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