Return of the Pearl

In the atmosphere of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, where it was so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of falling dust, Qianlong was immersed in a sweet dream. Suddenly, a strange and silent cold wind blew past like a ghost, and he instantly felt two mysterious and powerful forces suddenly pulling his soul out.

In a flash, Qianlong was shocked to find himself in the underworld. The surrounding area was filled with fog, which lingered like a veil, making the entire underworld look gloomy and weird. He looked around in horror, his heart full of doubts and fear, as if he was in a completely unfamiliar world.

Not long after, a majestic and solemn judge appeared before him. The judge held the Book of Life and Death tightly in his hand and began to read it carefully and meticulously.

Qianlong stared at the judge nervously, his eyes following the judge's every move like a shadow, not missing any subtle details; he also looked at the judge's every expression very carefully, with such concentration that it seemed as if he wanted to engrave it deeply in his heart.

At this moment, Qianlong felt that his heart was like a frightened rabbit, jumping panicked in his chest. The uneasy feeling made his heart beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

As the judge flipped through the book of life and death page by page, his expression became more and more solemn, and his serious expression was as heavy as a drop of water about to fall.

Finally, the judge slowly raised his head. The moment his eyes met Qianlong's, a look of deep apology appeared on his face. He said in a low and slow voice, "Your Majesty, I'm truly sorry. We have summoned the wrong soul."

When Qianlong heard this, his eyes suddenly widened like copper bells, filled with disbelief. His body trembled involuntarily, and he seemed to be under a spell, frozen there, unable to recover from this sudden change for a long time.

Qianlong's brows were tightly furrowed and twisted into a knot. The shock and anger in his heart surged like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other.

Qianlong tried hard to suppress his inner panic, his voice sharp with anger as he demanded, "What on earth is going on? I am the Son of Heaven, how could I be misjudged like this?"

The judge's face showed a guilty look, and he bowed slightly to show his humility. His tone was filled with deep remorse as he slowly said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. This is truly a mistake. Your Majesty's name is indeed in the Book of Life and Death, but the time has not come yet. It was our negligence."

Qianlong stared intently at the Book of Life and Death in the judge's hands, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion. He spoke again, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion, and asked, "Then what exactly caused such a mistake?"

The judge sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to transcend time and space, filled with endless emotion and helplessness. He slowly said, "Perhaps it's because of the unpredictable nature of the world, or perhaps it's just a trick of fate. It's truly beyond our comprehension."

Qianlong's face turned as gloomy as ink, and the anger in his heart was like a raging fire that was difficult to quell, but he also understood that the matter was irreversible.

Qianlong took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said helplessly: "In this case, you must give me some compensation! After all, this is your fault." There was a hint of unwillingness and toughness in his words, as if he was trying hard to fight for something.

An extremely helpless expression appeared on the judge's face. The helplessness surged like a tide, quickly spreading to his entire face and completely enveloping it. He knew very well in his heart that what Qianlong said was indeed reasonable. After all, it was indeed their fault.

Then the judge lowered his voice and asked, "May I ask what you would like, Your Majesty?"

Qianlong fell into deep thought. After a long while, he slowly said, "You can send me back to the human world. As for the time and place of return, I hope to decide for myself."

Upon hearing Qianlong's words, the judge replied without hesitation, "Yes, from the time of your birth until your death, you can choose any time point in between."

Qianlong was indeed an emperor. Even in this situation, he was still able to seize the opportunity to seek benefits for himself. He continued, "Since this time it is your fault, I believe that my soul entering the underworld must have caused some damage to my dragon body. You should give me more compensation.

Besides, if I go back to the past and change some history, there shouldn't be any problem, right?" This is a silent threat!

The judge couldn't help but sweat on his forehead after hearing Qianlong's words. If a person had taken the wrong soul, he would be punished, let alone the emperor in front of him! He couldn't let the King of Hell know about this, so he naturally tried his best to satisfy Qianlong's wish.

So, the judge wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Okay, go ahead and do it. We will help you with everything."

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Qianlong's heart. He suddenly realized that this trip to the underworld was not as bad as he had imagined. It was even quite delightful. So, he said, "Then I want to go back to September 13th, the 13th year of the Qianlong reign. Also, do not erase my memory."

After hearing Qianlong's words, the judge's face suddenly showed a hint of hesitation. This hesitation was like a fleeting cloud of smoke, disappearing in an instant. Then, the judge opened his mouth and said, "Okay, then, Your Majesty, do you have any other special requests?"

Qianlong's thoughts were as chaotic as a flock of flying butterflies, and the miserable fate of Yun'er in the previous life kept appearing in his mind. This time, he secretly vowed in his heart that he must change all this.

Qianlong's expression was as firm as a rock, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, and he said solemnly, "I want to share my life with Yun'er, to closely connect our two lifelines, so that we can live and die together.

Furthermore, I will ensure that Yun'er never has to experience pain again in her life. All the pain she endures will be borne by me. If I die, Yun'er can still survive, but if Yun'er passes away, I will follow her."

When the judge heard Qianlong's words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked embarrassed. He did not immediately agree. He said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, your request is really embarrassing for me. After all, you have a long life."

Qianlong, like a dignified and solemn ruler, spoke in a firm and resolute tone, "It's just a matter of embarrassment, but it's not impossible, is it? Besides, you certainly don't want others to know that you've mistakenly taken away a soul, right?"

The judge knew that he couldn't disobey Qianlong's request, so he could only sigh helplessly, "Okay, I will do everything I can to help you fulfill your wish. Now, can you return to the mortal realm?"

Qianlong nodded solemnly and said earnestly, "Remember, don't get the date wrong. It's September 13th, the 13th year of the Qianlong reign."

The judge nodded and waved his hand. Two ghost messengers quickly came to Qianlong's side. They led Qianlong through the layers of thick fog and moved steadily towards the world of the living.

As he journeyed through this eerie and mysterious underworld, Qianlong's emotions were turbulent, and he could not calm down for a long time. He was immersed in memories of his life, and his emotions surged like a tidal wave. At the same time, he also developed a deeper reverence and contemplation for life...