Villain: At the beginning, the protagonist is sentenced to castration, and the protagonist collapses

In the courtyard.

Ling Ruowei sat quietly by Jiang Yantian's side.

Sunlight shone on her plain white dress, making it seem as if she were draped in a layer of golden gauze.

Her gaze seemed to be drawn by invisible threads.

For a long time, the gaze lingered deeply on Jiang Yantian's serene "deceased face".

Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind, shimmering with a luster.

Even after his "death," the robe embroidered with black and gold dragon patterns still exuded an aura of domineering majesty that looked down upon the world.

This contrasted sharply with his current ashen face.

And that face... Ling Ruowei had to admit it.

This face possesses an almost eerie beauty.

His features were deep and perfect, his outline like a masterpiece of the gods.

Even though it is lifeless at this moment, it is enough to make the stars pale in comparison.

At this moment, he was as quiet as if he were asleep, as if he were simply lost in a deep dream.

As she watched, Ling Ruowei's emotions were like a stone thrown into a cold pond.

Ripples spread out, creating a complex and indescribable effect.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as a dream.

It's more like he's talking to himself.

"Fellow Daoist...we met by chance, yet I gave you so many firsts..."

Jiang Yantian, with his eyes closed, was momentarily stunned!

Damn it?

Are you trying to frame someone?

Something doesn't sound right about that.

He immediately realized that she meant "many first times".

Not "that first time"

Ling Ruowei did not notice anything unusual.

He just stared at that handsome but lifeless face.

She let out a soft sigh.

That sigh carried the loneliness accumulated over millennia and the unfulfilled urge to confide in someone.

"This is the first time... I've cooked for someone..."

"The first time... I played the zither for a man..."

"For the first time... I've let a stranger get so close to me."

"I even...bring you into my home..."

"Although...although these things may not seem surprising, or even laughable, to others..."

But for me...

Her voice was even lower, tinged with self-mockery: "It has already broken through millennia of solitude, exceeding all expectations..."

She paused, a deeper confusion and an indescribable flutter appearing in her glassy eyes.

You give me a...very strange feeling...

"Familiar...yet strange..."

"It was as if something deep within my soul... had been gently touched..."

Yet...it's hard to fathom...

She shook her head slightly.

It seemed like they wanted to shake off this inexplicable emotion.

His gaze returned to Jiang Yantian's face, carrying an almost transparent sadness.

"Since... this is where our缘分 (fate/destiny) began, and this is where it ends..."

"You...can't hear me anymore..."

"Then... I'll tell you about it..."

"Some words...have been weighing on my heart for far too long...I have no one to tell...and I don't want to tell anyone..."

"Today... let me... pour out my heart to this shower of petals... to this desolate island, and to... you, my chance encounter and kindred spirit..."

Jiang Yantian lay there, his heart filled with turbulent emotions!

Nima!

Open your heart!

It's still facing a "dead person"!

Just how many things are weighing on this fairy's heart?

That's true... she can't bring herself to speak to a living person.

People can let their guard down around the dead.

This misunderstanding... was actually a lucky accident!

Once your true feelings are revealed, they can no longer be treated as ordinary.

If she knew she wasn't dead, the first thing she would think of would be the words she had uttered.

Ling Ruowei spoke up.

He suppressed countless sobs over the years.

It finally leaked out.

"Fellow Daoist, tell me... what exactly did I do wrong?"

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by sand and gravel.

His eyes held an unyielding sense of bewilderment and resentment.

"I once thought I possessed all the gentleness in the world, but in the end, it was nothing more than a fleeting illusion."

She kept telling Jiang Yantian about the past in great detail.

Her thoughts drifted back to the Pure Mystery Realm above the Nine Heavens.

Those days when I was surrounded by love and affection now seem like the sharpest knife stuck in my heart.

She was not the biological daughter of the Realm Lord; she was an orphan girl whom the Realm Lord Lingyuan had taken back from the ruins of war years ago.

But he treated her with more care than his own daughter.

Not to mention the fine clothes and delicacies, the most precious cultivation manuals in the realm will be delivered to her without reservation.

When she encounters setbacks in her cultivation, the Realm Lord will personally guide her and gently comfort her.

Throughout the realm, everyone, from elders to servants, treated her with utmost respect and affection.

She was kind to everyone and never had the arrogance of a spoiled young lady.

Furthermore, due to her exceptional talent, she rose to the top of the younger generation in just one hundred years.

It became the most dazzling pearl in the Qingxuan Realm.

At that time, she was filled with gratitude and tried her best to become better.

I want to become the pride of the Qingxuan Realm.

I want to live up to everyone's favoritism.

She never vied for power or profit, and remained indifferent to everything in the mansion.

He even took the initiative to help manage the affairs of the household, and treated everyone with utmost sincerity.

Even the lowest-ranking servants were never shown the slightest disrespect.

But all of this collapsed completely on the day the real young lady, Ling Jun, was found.

Ling Jun has been living away from home since childhood.

He returned filled with timidity and sensitivity.

But beneath this facade lies a heart of a viper.

At first, Ling Ruowei treated her sincerely and wanted to help her integrate into the Qingxuan Realm as soon as possible.

But Ling Jun saw her as a thorn in his side.

They were jealous of the favor and talent she received, and jealous of her status in the Qingxuan Realm.

They resented her for stealing the life that belonged to her.

One is a prodigy, the other is of average talent.

The malice came like a tidal wave, without warning.

Ling Jun plotted to steal the Elders' Council's most precious treasure and framed Ling Ruowei for it.

They secretly attacked her during the cultivation ceremony, destroying the foundation of her hard-earned cultivation.

She spread rumors in front of the realm lord and elders, saying that she was jealous of her younger sister.

He secretly mistreated her.

Those who had once been incredibly kind to her gradually changed their attitudes.

The elders began to treat her coldly.

The servants even dared to whisper behind their backs.

Even the realm lord who once doted on her now looked at her with more suspicion and distance.

She tried to explain, tried to prove her innocence.

But all her explanations were shattered by Ling Jun's tears and grievances.

No one was willing to believe her anymore.

That young lady of the Qingxuan Realm, who was once surrounded by countless adorations.

Overnight, he became a "cuckoo" whom everyone despised.

Bullying followed one after another; even Ling Jun's personal maid dared to push and verbally abuse her.

The young men of the manor dared to deliberately provoke and make things difficult for the family.

She was stripped of all her glory.

They were imprisoned in a remote courtyard.

Jiang Yantian listened, somewhat bewildered.

This is some kind of fake heiress drama!

This is so melodramatic, so incredibly melodramatic.

Back when they were in the Jiang family, the Su family, a family that had been close to the Jiang family for generations, also staged a similar incident.

It's just the other way around.

The one who was bullied at the time was Su Jinrou, the real heiress who had just been found.

Now she is his wife.

As for the fake Su Qian, she married Jiang Chen, only to be strangled to death by him.

Jiang Yantian listened quietly.

Ling Ruowei continued to slowly pour out her heart.

"Actually, what chills me the most is Ling Che."

"He is the Lord of the Realm's own son, the one who once swore to protect his sister forever!"

“When I was slandered and bullied, not only did they not say a word in my defense, but they were also instigated by Ling Jun to develop filthy and despicable thoughts about her.”