"Try ."
Jiang Qingyi’s voice resounded through the room.
The longsword in her hand was already humming, as if it might lash out at any mont and chop off her opponent’s head.
Their eyes locked, and the room fell silent. Their combined Spiritual Power ford a heavy Spiritual Pressure that seed to make the very air solidify.
"Enough, enough. What’s the point of us fighting to the death? In the end, won’t we just be playing right into the hands of that Lord of the Four Seas?"
Qin Siyao said with a sigh.
At the ntion of that woman, Bai Ruxue, a flicker of rationality finally returned to Jiang Qingyi’s eyes, which had been on the verge of losing control.
"The last ti I saw you, Sect Leader Jiang, I proposed that we cooperate. You didn’t agree then.
Today, my offer still stands. I suggest you seriously reconsider the terms I proposed.
If we don’t join forces, things will be difficult for both of us.
Or do you believe the Wanjian Sect is mighty enough to stand against the Four Seas alone?"
"..." Jiang Qingyi’s brow furrowed. Her expression soured, but she offered no rebuttal.
"I’ll give you one more month, Sect Leader Jiang. I will await your reply."
With that, Qin Siyao withdrew her gaze, not pressing the issue any further.
’If a fight between us won’t yield a result, why bother fighting at all?’
Qin Siyao straightened the clothes she had just unfastened, tied her sash, and then gently adjusted Xiao Mo’s robes, as if dressing her own husband.
Then, Qin Siyao gently tapped the spot between Xiao Mo’s brows. His brow furrowed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
When Xiao Mo awoke and saw Qin Mujiu sitting beside him and Fairy Jiang standing in the distance, he was stunned for a mont, unsure of what had happened. "National Master, why are you here?"
"Brother Your Majesty, your Spiritual Power beca a little unstable just now, and you fell asleep. Mujiu was terribly worried! I heard that the National Preceptor’s Mansion isn’t far, and that the National Master, Fairy Jiang, is a powerful cultivator, so I invited her over. She just helped soothe your Spiritual Power. Are you feeling any better, Brother Your Majesty?"
Qin Siyao answered on Jiang Qingyi’s behalf, her worried eyes filled with sincerity.
Despite what Qin Mujiu said, Xiao Mo felt sothing was amiss. He looked to Fairy Jiang, seeking confirmation.
Jiang Qingyi sheathed her longsword and said coldly, "It is as she said. You should rest well for the next two days and refrain from sword practice. Sotis, unstable Spiritual Power doesn’t just manifest as discomfort in the ridians and Spirit Veins; it can also cause lethargy and fatigue. Your case, Your Majesty, is the latter."
"I see." Xiao Mo nodded. "My thanks to you, Fairy Jiang and Mujiu."
"Hehehe..." Qin Siyao chuckled, covering her mouth. "Brother Your Majesty, there’s no need to be so formal with . In just another month, I’ll be entering the palace. It is my duty to help ease your burdens, Brother Your Majesty."
Jiang Qingyi watched Qin Siyao’s sickeningly sweet act and turned her head away, feeling disgusted.
Xiao Mo didn’t respond to that, simply smiling and changing the subject. "It’s already noon. Would you, Mujiu and Fairy Jiang, care to join for a al?"
A flicker of disappointnt crossed Qin Siyao’s eyes. "I would love to dine with you, Brother Your Majesty, but a Chief Eunuch from the palace is scheduled to teach the dining etiquette of the Zhou Kingdom at noon. I’m afraid I’ll have to take my leave."
"That’s quite all right. Next ti, then. I will see you out of the palace, Mujiu." In truth, Xiao Mo had only been making a polite offer.
"Thank you, Brother Your Majesty." Qin Siyao stood and gave a happy curtsy.
"Let’s go."
Xiao Mo had a Palace Maid prepare a carriage and headed out of the Imperial Palace with Qin Siyao.
Xiao Mo had assud Fairy Jiang would leave once he woke up.
But to his surprise, she followed them.
Jiang Qingyi sat silently across from Qin Siyao, while Qin Siyao chattered away to Xiao Mo about the interesting things she had encountered in the Zhou Imperial City.
"Goodbye, Brother Your Majesty! I’ll co visit you again soon!" Qin Siyao waved at Xiao Mo.
"You’re welco anyti." Xiao Mo nodded and waved back.
After Qin Siyao’s carriage had departed, Xiao Mo turned to head back into the palace, only to find Fairy Jiang staring at him.
"Is sothing wrong, Fairy Jiang?" Xiao Mo asked curiously.
Jiang Qingyi’s gaze fell on a red mark on Xiao Mo’s neck, and her hand clenched into a fist.
"It’s nothing!" Jiang Qingyi turned and left, vanishing from Xiao Mo’s sight in an instant.
’What was that about? Is she angry?’
Xiao Mo had no idea what had just happened, but he didn’t dwell on it.
That Fairy Jiang was always moody and unpredictable; she’d be back to normal in a few days.
After returning to his bedchambers, Xiao Mo prepared to enter the Hundred Generations Book once more.
Although his wedding had been postponed twice, Xiao Mo was certain that the arrival of Princess Qingyang and the daughter of the Yan Clan in a month’s ti would proceed without any further mishaps.
If it were delayed again, not only would the Empress Dowager be furious, but he would also have a hard ti answering to the Qin Kingdom.
Fortunately, this gave him another month. He wondered if he could complete another simulation in that ti.
This ti, however, he didn’t intend to rush through it like he had in the Wangxin life. He planned to take his ti.
If he couldn’t finish it within a month, he would simply extend the ti.
As his consciousness blurred, Xiao Mo entered the Hundred Generations Book.
The two paintings from before materialized in front of him once more.
The mont they appeared, the Hundred Generations Book blurred a portion of his mories of the real world.
It happened every ti. Xiao Mo had tried on several occasions to recall exactly which mories the book had obscured, but he never had any success.
It was as if the Law of the Celestial Dao itself was preventing him.
’If I can’t rember, so be it.’
Xiao Mo shook his head, giving up the pointless effort. After hesitating between the two paintings for a long ti, he chose the one on the right—
The woman in the painting was dressed in a white robe, its sleeves having slipped down her jade-like arms. With fair hands, she was beating a drum.
[Does Host wish to enter the fifth life of the Hundred Generations Book—Qin Siyao?]
The voice of the Hundred Generations Book echoed in Xiao Mo’s mind.
"Yes," Xiao Mo replied without hesitation.
The instant he made his choice, the scroll on the left rolled itself up and vanished before his eyes.
[Selection confird. Please create a character na, Host.]
"Xiao Mo."
[Character na created. Host will now enter the Hundred Generations Book.]
[Countdown comncing...]
[Three...]
[Two...]
[One...]
As the countdown finished, Xiao Mo felt himself drifting off, his entire being sinking into a deep slumber.
When Xiao Mo awoke, his vision was a blur.
"WAH WAH WAH..."
Xiao Mo tried to speak, but all he heard was the wail of a baby.
’This crying... it sounds like...’
’...my own?’
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