The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Where am I? Am I... still alive?"

The red-robed saint spoke in a hoarse voice, his words echoing faintly in the empty cave.

The relief of surviving the disaster was intertwined with the bewilderment of being in the unknown.

He raised his head, his blurry vision gradually focusing, finally settling on the figure standing backlit at the cave entrance.

The figure was slender, exuding a familiar yet deeply disdainful air of vulgarity.

When he finally saw the other person's face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"Gou Chunmei? It's you? You saved this holy son?" His voice rose with astonishment, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of disgust.

In his deeply ingrained belief, this vulgar woman from the mortal world was not even worthy of carrying Wang Muyun and Wang Xinyao's shoes.

If Zhao Yucheng hadn't mistakenly sent her to him as a princess of the Miao Kingdom, he wouldn't have bothered to touch her, let alone condescend to have such intimate relations with her that night.

A strong sense of humiliation welled up inside me, followed by a concern for my own bloodline.

He endured the excruciating pain throughout his body, his gaze sweeping coldly over the woman before him, his tone icy: "Speak! Where is my child? By the timeline, you should have given birth long ago. Where is the child?"

Wang Xinyao was supposed to bear his child, but by a twist of fate, this mortal became pregnant, and a nameless fire surged in the heart of the red-robed holy son.

The child he had nurtured over ten years was a crucial part of his plan to strike at Wang Muyun!

It's a pity... that's how it ended.

But no matter what, that child carries his blood, is the continuation of his noble lineage, and must not be allowed to wander outside, much less be raised by a lowly mortal mother.

Faced with his aggressive questioning, the woman did not kneel down in fear as expected. Instead, she let out a cold laugh that was completely different from the Gou Chunmei he remembered.

The laughter was cold and hollow, carrying a condescending indifference.

“I am not Gou Chunmei,” she slowly turned around, the dim light outlining her slightly stiff facial features: “I am just temporarily in control of this body.”

"What?" The red-robed saint was taken aback, then his anger flared.

He doesn't care who's in front of him; he only cares about his bloodline!

"Give me back my child!" In his rage, he almost forgot that he was still seriously injured and subconsciously raised his hand to unleash a sharp burst of energy, aiming straight for the opponent's face.

However, the energy that was powerful enough to split rocks and shatter stone tablets was easily grasped by a seemingly delicate hand in front of the opponent. With a slight squeeze, it dissipated into nothingness like wisps of smoke.

"You're injured, and badly injured." Yin Yingzi's voice remained cold and devoid of any emotion.

"You are no match for me now. I saved you, and this is how you repay your savior?"

The red-robed saint missed his target, his blood and qi surged, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

He forced down his discomfort and stared intently at the other person, trying to find a flaw in that familiar face.

"Who...who are you? Why did you save me? What is your purpose?"

He had to admit that the other party was right; at this moment, he was so weak that he might not even be able to defeat a slightly stronger mortal.

When did this damn Chen Qingfeng become so strong?

He felt that even a god might not be able to match his strength. What kind of opportunity could a mortal have to grow so quickly?

Yin Yingzi seemed too lazy to argue with him any further, and explained in a detached tone.

“I didn’t want to save you either. For you, I used up the only life-saving magic mist that my father left me. If it weren’t for my father’s strict order that if you were in danger, I would not have cared about whether you lived or died.”

"Father? Demonic mist?" The red-robed holy son caught the key words, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes: "You are... the lowest level of demon?"

In his understanding, those who use "magical mist" are mostly related to the despised demon race.

"You are the demon!" Yin Yingzi's voice suddenly turned sharp, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, filled with offended anger.

"I am the descendant of the founding emperor of the Wolie Kingdom and the Demon King. My bloodline is noble, far surpassing those lowly demons!"

In this world, there is a strict hierarchy.

The Three Heavens are ruled by the Celestial Venerable and the Celestial Emperor, who possess supreme power. Below them are numerous immortals, divided into Upper Immortals and Lower Immortals.

Below the immortals are the gods residing in the second heaven. The god-king can be considered an earth immortal, and his cultivation has reached the realm of a half-step god-immortal.

Ordinary gods mostly hover between the early and peak stages of the Saint Realm.

Further down, there was a vast human race.

Although the underworld is nominally on par with the human race and is supervised by the immortals and gods, it possesses great autonomy and is in charge of the cycle of all things.

Even if immortals or gods fall or enter the mortal world for trials, they still need to go through its hands, which is why it is a special and powerful organization.

Below the underworld live the demon race. Among the demons, apart from divine beasts like dragons that possess immortal energy, the snake king is the most revered.

As for the demon race, they are few in number, but each demon is extremely terrifying, capable of eroding and devouring the consciousness of living beings. They are despised by all things in the world, and therefore have the lowest status.

Even the most vicious and wicked people do not want to associate with demons. Once they are tainted by them, they will not even have the right to enter the underworld for reincarnation after death.

"This holy son has no interest in arguing with you about the superiority of bloodlines."

The red-robed saint impatiently interrupted her; he was more concerned with practical matters at the moment.

"Just tell me where the child is, and what your, or rather your father's, true purpose is in saving me?"

He suppressed his temper and, unusually, yielded a step.

Circumstances dictate that he had no choice but to temporarily yield.

Yin Yingzi's heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The red-robed saint himself admitted that it was his flesh and blood, which shocked her.

If the Emperor were to find out that it was she who, through Yin Ling'er, brought the child to the battlefield of Li Kingdom, where his fate remains unknown...

Not to mention that her father would not let her off easily, he would not help her deal with Zhao Shun again!

Those who know about this matter...

Only Fujiwara no Tora, the commander of the Wa Retsu Kingdom, the second prince Yin Tianlong, and the traitorous sixth prince, Hei Ying (Yin Ping'an).

These three must all be eliminated!

They must all be eliminated as soon as possible!

A ruthless killing intent flashed in Yin Yingzi's eyes.

Her expression remained impassive; she even deliberately revealed a perfectly measured hint of "regret" and "grief."

She paused slightly before continuing, "He...he died on the battlefield in Li Kingdom. He was killed by the Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan of Xia Kingdom and his wife Wang Xinyao...by their own hands."

She had to make this lie a fact and shift all the blame onto Wang Xinyao and the others.

"What...what did you say?!" The red-robed saint was struck dumb, his eyes widening in shock.

"This...this is impossible! Zhao Haoxuan didn't know that it was my child."

"How could he harm his own flesh and blood without knowing the truth?"

"Who leaked the news? Or are you lying to me!" he roared, unwilling to believe it.

"I didn't lie to you!" Yin Yingzi forced herself to remain calm, her mind racing as she devised a plausible explanation.

"Because...because they later found out that the child was not Zhao Haoxuan's biological child."

That's why she got so angry and killed him..." she said, while carefully observing the red-robed saint's reaction.

"They found out? How could they have found out?!" The red-robed saint muttered to himself, then a world-destroying hatred surged into his heart, instantly overwhelming his reason.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and he was completely unaware that blood was seeping out.

"Zhao Haoxuan! Wang Xinyao! This Holy Son will make you wish you were dead!"

Seeing the red-robed saint's appearance, blinded by hatred, Yin Yingzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I managed to fool him for now...

As long as he keeps his hatred focused on the Crown Prince and his wife of the Xia Kingdom, he won't delve into the matter of the child, and he will be safe.

"Now is not the time for harsh words," Yin Yingzi said at the right moment, drawing his attention back to reality.

"The most urgent task is to recover from your injuries as soon as possible."

After you recover from your injuries, you need to accompany me to the capital of Xia Kingdom to rescue a few people.

After that, I will take you to find my father, the Emperor.

"At that time, you will help me rescue my father from this predicament. As for his purpose in saving you, I believe he will tell you himself."

She paused, then took out a seemingly antique jade bottle from her bosom and handed it over.

His tone softened slightly, carrying a hint of goodwill.

"To show my sincerity, the Emperor had already anticipated that the skin on your face would be eroded and festering from the energy, so he specially gave me this bottle of muscle and bone ointment."

Simply apply it daily, and within three days you will be fully recovered.

The red-robed saint clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving violently. It took him a long time to barely suppress the urge to tear the two people to pieces.

He knew that Yin Yingzi's words were true, and that restoring his strength was the key to revenge.

He grabbed the jade bottle; it was cool to the touch.

He gave Yin Yingzi a cold glance, his eyes full of warning.

"I hope what you say is true. If this Holy Son discovers that you have lied in the slightest..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but a chilling killing intent already permeated the air.

Yin Yingzi's anger surged once more.

She simply couldn't understand why her father valued this arrogant, rude, and haughty fellow so much.

They even went so far as to issue a death order, demanding that she spare no effort to save his life.

Before she could figure out her father's true intentions, she could only endure and suppress her disgust for this red-robed holy son.

Moreover, with only half her strength at the moment, it would be nothing short of a pipe dream for her to rescue Yin Ling'er from the Xia Kingdom's capital.

She had been arrogant and thought that, apart from Zhao Shun and her father, she was virtually unmatched in this world.

But today, Emperor Chen Qingfeng of the Miao Kingdom made a fleeting but astonishing move, and the injury on his waist that was still faintly aching from the aftershocks of the palm strike...

Everything was clearly reminding her that there are always people more capable than herself, and she must never take such a risk again.

"Let's discuss everything after we rescue Ling'er and after Father is freed from the sealed land," she murmured to herself, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions.