The Demon Concubine of God

Shen Wen saw the young emperor in his dream; he saw the young emperor who was about to die.

In her dream, she was like a phantom, an observer watching the young emperor as he was about to breathe his last, for the curse had brought him to his death.

Legend has it that those nearing their end will be guided by bizarre and fantastical figures. Several more people had appeared around the young emperor, and Shen Wen, the illusory figure, clearly observed this from the side.

Among them were Tong Ming, whom they knew, and Xiao Family Immortal Ancestor dressed in royal robes. Later, Shiya Fairy joined them. They gathered together and argued about the fate of the young emperor after his death. One wanted to take him away, and another wanted to take him away, each with their own reasons. However, no matter what they tried, they could not call the unconscious young emperor's soul away.

Later, they heard a tremendous fighting outside the palace. After listening to the fighting for a while, the two men burst into the room.

At first glance, they were familiar faces—it was none other than Ji family immortal ancestors Yuchi Lian and Xin Xuan. Judging from their appearance, they were fighting with great effort; even Shen Wen, a half-baked layman, could see that their auras were severely disordered.

Two people barged in, and the Xiao family ancestor who had been there earlier disappeared and fled. Then there was Tong Ming, who also wisely left the scene.

Only the Fairy of the Stone Cliff remained, unafraid of Yuchi Lian and Xin Xuan. In fact, when she saw Xin Xuan enter, her eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement, as if she were about to cause trouble.

Upon seeing the Fairy of the Stone Cliff, Yu Chi Lian's face darkened further. She snorted coldly and said, "I advise you to be sensible. This world is destined to be my era. This fortune is in accordance with the will of Heaven. Your cultivation is no less than mine, and I believe you have already seen this. Why go against the will of Heaven at this time? Listen to my advice: if you try to change your fate by defying Heaven now, you are destined to suffer a great defeat."

The Fairy of the Stone Cliff didn't listen to her nonsense at all, and just snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at her.

Xin Xuan responded in kind. He was even more experienced than the Dao Ancestor who had lived for hundreds of years. He said calmly, "You said you were defying fate. Isn't the current situation the result of your careful planning over the years, after you, a human who has lived for two hundred years? Don't we know each other well? Why try to fool us, the Dao Venerables who have lived for thousands of years, with the excuse of following the will of Heaven? Now, let me give you a piece of advice: when we are making great strides in this era, you little thing, don't try to show off your skills in front of an expert."

The two sides engaged in a verbal battle, and neither side spoke with any great arrogance.

Xin Xuan approached the young emperor and placed his hand on him. The young emperor then twitched a few times as if in response.

Shen Wen, who was hidden beside him, saw clearly with her special eyes. She saw a net appear above the little emperor's body, which enveloped him. After it appeared in mid-air, it turned into a curse symbol.

Upon seeing the talisman, Shen Wen immediately understood the cause of the young emperor's death and why Xin Xuan was so confident in this matter.

The dream ended abruptly at that moment, and upon waking, Shen Wen felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in her heart when she thought of the young emperor who had been so deeply in love with her.

Shen Wen finally couldn't hold back. She got out of bed, left the Duke of Ji, and headed straight for the palace.

When she finally saw the young emperor, he had already passed away. The entire palace was filled with weeping, and everyone was in a state of great panic as they rushed about for the funeral.

Shen Wen stood quietly in the crowd, watching from a distance, in this very environment.

She always had a keen eye that others couldn't see, and at this moment she saw that several familiar faces she had seen in her dreams were already standing beside the young emperor.

Watching their noisy conversation, Shen Wen suddenly realized that the dream was a warning dream, and now it was actually happening in reality.

"I just don't know..."

I just don't know how the problem she's guessing will end.

With the young emperor dead, who will inherit his body?

Shen Wen seemed to hear strange noises outside that ordinary people couldn't hear, so he walked outside.

Upon reaching the entrance, before even stepping out of the palace gate, a strange fragrance wafted through the air.

As the fragrant breeze brushed past her nose, a woman immediately appeared before her eyes.

"Stone Cliff Fairy?"

Shen Wen couldn't help but blurt it out.

Every time the Fairy of the Rocky Cliff met her, she always had the expression of an elder showing pity for a younger generation.

This feeling was genuine, not something a cunning person would feign. This feeling couldn't fool Shen Wen, who had lived two lives.

She met his gaze honestly.

The fairy of the cliff placed her soft hand on her shoulder, a sorrow that hadn't come before welling up in her heart. She said, "Xin Xuan still succeeded in carrying out that curse, but don't be afraid. This curse binds your fates together; if he dies, so will you..."

Upon hearing her words, Shen Wen's heart sank, his eyes filled with disbelief.

She continued, "However, your otherworldly soul is powerful enough. You miraculously lived without a physical body before, so this isn't the end for you—your soul dissipates after death."

Her conversation had just begun when it was interrupted by a sudden gust of cold wind blowing in from outside.

The yin wind was extremely strong, as if it carried the savage power of the Vajra of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and it was only aimed at Fairy Shiya. When the yin wind suddenly came, it blew Fairy Shiya away. Fairy Shiya seemed to be no match for it, but she blocked it and disappeared.

Then the cold wind became even stronger, and Shen Wen raised his arm to shield his head, having to bend over to stand firm.

Shen Wen felt she still had the strength to resist, and she even looked up to check her surroundings.

This sight was absolutely astonishing!

The other palace maids and eunuchs were completely oblivious, continuing to carry out their tasks in a chaotic yet methodical manner.

However, this surprise was only momentary, and Shen Wen quickly turned his attention back to the present.

She saw two people suddenly appear at the door.

The moment the two stepped through the door, everything around them seemed to freeze, and everyone else became just a backdrop.

Shen Wen tried to move as well, but it was too late; she too became a background figure.

But she was still conscious. In this moment of distress, the patriarch of the Ji family deliberately stood in front of her and greeted her.

"What are you doing here? It's not appropriate for you to be here at this time."

After she finished speaking, her vision blurred, and when she looked around, she was already in the suburbs.

So she ultimately didn't witness what happened next.

Shen Wen felt he needed to go back and take another look to feel at ease, but when he thought about how powerful that freak Yu Chi Lian was, he decided to leave it at that and not let that freak easily crush his insignificant life.

Shen Wen quickly returned to her new house in the northwest. While she was sitting at the table having a cup of tea, Chu Yanqiu gracefully entered the house.

Chu Yanqiu saw her sitting quietly in the room drinking tea, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You got up early today, didn't you sleep in?"

Chu Yanqiu sat down next to her, took a sip of water from his teacup, and jokingly teased her with a smile.

Shen Wen didn't give him a friendly look. She said with a blank face, "Didn't they say it's not a good time to meet before the wedding? Then why did you come?"

Chu Yanqiu smiled nonchalantly and said, "Who am I? To hell with formalities."

Shen Wen, still with a long face, said, "Only someone like you would say something like that, but I'm not happy about it."

Chu Yanqiu smiled and looked him up and down, saying, "Unhappy? Then tell me who offended you, and I'll go and get revenge for you."

Shen Wen pouted and said, "Pretending to be stupid! Who else could it be but you? You didn't even come to see me last night."

Faced with her sudden change in attitude, Chu Yanqiu felt a little uncomfortable. His expression changed several times, gradually becoming serious. He stared at her intently and asked, "You? Are you really looking forward to our wedding the day after tomorrow?"

Shen Wen found his words inexplicable, but she still patiently replied, "What's wrong with you? Isn't this obvious? Isn't this what you've always wanted? It's what I want too."

Chu Yanqiu suppressed his excitement, leaned forward and pulled her into his arms, saying, "I believe you this time."

Ignoring the stinging tears in his eyes, he said, "Shen Wen, I want to hear more of your words about never leaving each other, is that alright?"

Shen Wen thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll recite a few poems like these for you."

Thus, modern, unforgettable masterpieces of poetry, through her words, were so naturally and nauseatingly passed down to this era.

Chu Yanqiu held the woman in his arms, listening to her carefully chosen words that were etched into his bones and washed over his blood and soul. He felt as if he had returned to the strange time he spent with Shen Wen in another world. It was as if this strange time had shifted a thousand times in her magnificent words.

For the first time, Shen Wen saw the man on top of her experiencing something called "happiness".

Thinking of this, Shen Wen felt even more compassion for the man. She stroked his back gently and said, "Alright, let's stop here. From now on, our days will be long and endless like this."

Shen Wen moved her body, trying to lift the man on her shoulder, but she couldn't move him even after pushing him twice, and felt the water stains on her shoulder that were soaked with sweat.

"Chu Yanqiu...you're crying?"

Chu Yanqiu remained silent, wanting to hold his beloved woman in his arms for as long as possible.

Suddenly his voice rang out.

"You said that the immortal who can turn stones into stones would turn moments like ours into stones, which would be wonderful."

Shen Wen got goosebumps all over from his silly words.

She hardened her heart, raised her hand, and slapped the man on the head, yelling, "Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to knock this away for you?"

Her slap was anything but gentle; it was as heavy as a hammer. Chu Yanqiu was in pain, pulling away and hissing as he rubbed his head.

Shen Wen crossed her arms and rolled her eyes in annoyance, saying, "Are you sober now? Let's see if you'll say such stupid things again."

Chu Yanqiu tried to hug her again, but Shen Wen pushed her back.

As she poured him tea, she asked, "What are you doing here at this hour? Have you finished what you were doing?"

Chu Yanqiu accepted the tea she offered: "You were the one who did what happened yesterday, weren't you? I never imagined that a prince of such a great nation would die like that."

Shen Wen spoke casually, as if chatting with a neighbor: "What do you mean, 'you did it' or 'I did it'? Didn't they say that the Prince Rui's mansion was punished by heaven? You, a high-ranking official of the second rank, can't just talk like that."

Chu Yanqiu chuckled and said, "Then I must have misspoke. I apologize to Madam."

Shen Wen felt that this art style really did depict the daily life of an ancient couple in a serious manner.