Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Cang Jing said he was hurt.

He was dissatisfied and indignant, "Yes, yes, your precious Miss Song is the best."

Who understands? The once cold and ruthless ice cube becomes gentle every time he mentions Song Zhishi, and his smile is so dazzling.

Mu Nanqi stood up, and Cang Qiong asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wake up Ah Zhi."

After saying that, he tapped his feet lightly and flew down from the second floor.

Cang Qiong stayed there alone, curling his lips and imitating Mu Nanqi's words in a pretentious manner: "Wake up Ah Zhi~Wake up Ah Zhi~"

After saying that, he slowly walked down the stairs and unknowingly arrived at the door of Liu Ruoyu's room.

He also wanted to wake Liu Ruoyu up, but he was afraid that she would feel that such behavior was inappropriate and would be unhappy. If he didn't wake her, she might not be able to sleep at night if she slept too much during the day.

Just as he was walking back and forth hesitantly, he finally decided to knock on the door.

The door was suddenly opened from the inside, and Liu Ruoyu's beautiful eyes met his.

Cang Qiong's raised hand froze in mid-air, and he stammered, "Um... I... you're awake..."

He felt inexplicably excited.

As expected of Liu Ruoyu, she can be so beautiful even after just waking up.

Liu Ruoyu nodded and asked, "Is there any well water? I want to wash my face."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Wait here, I'll get some water for you." Cang Qiong nodded hurriedly, then happily went to get a basin of water himself.

Liu Ruoyu took the water and went back to her room and closed the door. Smelling the faint fragrance she left behind, he smiled foolishly in intoxication.

But Song Zhi hadn't woken up yet.

Mu Nanqi said he wanted to wake her up, but seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, he simply lay down beside her.

In her dreams, Song Zhi always felt that a pair of affectionate gazes were always falling on her. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but her mind was in a mess and she couldn't open her eyes.

In a daze, I fell into a long dream.

In the dream, I was in a magnificent palace.

Mu Nanqi, wearing armor and holding a long sword, rode alone and fought his way into the main hall.

His face was covered in blood, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Some of the blood was his, but most of it was from others.

Kicking open the door of the main hall, she saw Mu Qinghan, dressed in a dragon robe, and the elegant Song Yale hiding in the corner and shivering.

The palace servants had already fled in all directions and ignored the two of them.

The secret guards rushed in with overwhelming force, and the royal guards were no match for them.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Mu Qinghan said in a trembling voice: "Mu Nanqi, you... you dare to rebel!"

Mu Nanqi was like a killing god from hell, dragging his sword towards them step by step.

"Rebellion? If it weren't for her, do you think you would have a chance to sit in this position?"

Song Yale's voice was filled with tears, "Don't come over, Mu Nanqi, I just became the queen, I don't want to die."

"You don't want to die? Does that mean she wants to die too? How did her family treat you, and how did you repay them?!"

Mu Nanqi swept his cold gaze over them, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Mu Qinghan quickly pushed Song Yale out, "Yes, it's her. It was this bitch who bewitched me. I have feelings for Zhier, but she insisted on killing him."

Being pushed out suddenly, Song Yale was caught off guard and fell flat on her face. She turned around in disbelief, her eyes full of disbelief, "Mu Qinghan, haven't you always been obsessed with me and said that you love me and want to make me your queen? Why are you putting all this on me now?"

Mu Qinghan shrank back, "It's you who comes to me every now and then to flatter me and make my presence felt, and your mother urges me to give you a title, otherwise how could I possibly make you my queen?"

"You...you are shameless!"

Song Yale was very angry and raised her hand to scratch Mu Qinghan.

The two of them were fighting, and Mu Nanqi just watched coldly.

Mu Qinghan's face was soon scratched to the point of bleeding. Taking advantage of the pause for breath, he looked at Mu Nanqi pleadingly and said, "Third brother, I know you want to avenge Zhier. I order the death of this bitch, okay? She killed Zhier with her own hands."

Mu Nanqi didn't say anything, and Anya Song became even more crazy, "Ahhh, I'll kill you first."

Looking at this scene, Song Zhi just found it ridiculous.

Is this what happened after she died in her previous life? It turns out that these two people were not in love with each other after they got together based on their flesh and blood.

In the face of life and death, their faces are uglier than each other.

Even if she had taken revenge in this life, she still couldn't help but want to beat these two people when she looked at them again.

But her hands always passed directly through their bodies and could not touch them at all.

However, Mu Nanqi, who was standing by, had had enough of the two men fighting each other, so he stabbed their throats with a sword.

The two men fell in a pool of blood, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Mu Nanqi drew back his sword, dropped his shoulders as if exhausted, and walked outside.

Outside, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, the sun is shining, and the breeze is just right.

He wiped the blood off his face, then knelt on the ground with his sword in hand and said to the sky, "I am willing to commit the sin of killing people in the eighteen levels of hell, just to get her back."

The wind gently rustled the strands of hair at his temples. Apart from the smell of blood filling the palace, there was no response from the entire world.

He came to Wanfo Temple again, from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top.

He knelt on each of the one thousand and eighty steps, praying devoutly for her resurrection.

The hard stone steps were stained red with blood, and his forehead was already a bloody mess.

Song Zhi was in tears and wanted to hold his head, but she couldn't.

Her hands passed across his face again and again, and the feeling of helplessness made her heart hurt as if it were being pricked by needles.

Perhaps her emotions were too intense, she felt her body tremble violently and woke up from her sleep.

The pleasant scent of sandalwood hit her in the face, and she found herself nestled in a warm embrace.

There was no blood everywhere, no one thousand and eighty blood-stained stone steps.

"What did you dream about? Why are you crying so sadly?"

Mu Nanqi's voice came from above his head.

Song Zhi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked up and said, "Mu Nanqi, I want to kiss you."

Mu Nanqi's eyes dimmed, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, "Ah Zhi."

Song Zhi was too lazy to wait for his consent, so she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him directly.

"Clap!"

There was a sound of something falling to the ground outside the door.

Song Zhi let go of Mu Nanqi and looked outside the door, and found Cang Jian and Liu Ruoyu standing outside excitedly.

Both of them had mischief written on their faces, and Cang Qiong even drew out his tone and winked, "I didn't realize, Song Zhi, you're so fierce."

Song Zhilao's face flushed. Liu Ruoyu continued, "I originally wanted to give you some well water so you wouldn't have to go fetch it again. But we came at an inopportune time. You guys continue, continue."

After saying that, he pulled Cang Qiong and was about to leave. Cang Qiong's eyes fell on their clasped hands. His whole body seemed to be electrocuted. He felt as if he was walking on cotton and followed him in a daze.

Song Zhi was about to get out of bed to chase after him, but was unexpectedly stopped by an arm around his waist and easily pulled back into bed.

He turned over and pressed her under him, and a low voice came:

"Now it's my turn to kiss you."