The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Shi Rong understood what Chu Ji said.

He was telling her that it didn't matter whether she was Yu Qing or not, what mattered was that her beauty was unmatched.

Since Yuqing is no longer in this world, it is not impossible to let her be a substitute and fulfill their lifelong wish of wanting to get Yuqing.

"Even if I'm your descendant? Even if doing this goes against the laws of nature?"

Chu Ji threw her wide-sleeved coat away in anger, leaving only her undershirt covering her body.

"Forget about it! I will cherish you even more than I do Yuqing! Your perfect virginity has already captivated too many men. Letting it go will only make me even more angry."

Shi Rong understood again.

This is the same as Du Su, taking some memories about real life from her mind.

When they learned that she had many suitors, they started to spread rumors and make jealous comments.

Shi Rong smiled.

"Okay, I can replace Yuqing and stay with you. Just do two things for me."

Chu Ji blurted out the answer without even thinking about it.

"speak."

Shi Rong thought about it.

"First, since you want to marry me, you should hold a grand wedding ceremony for me that everyone will know about, right? I want a sedan chair carried by eight people, and a formal wedding. I think I deserve it."

"You and Yu Qing once had a love affair under the moonlight. You should know that the descendants of the Xiaotiannu clan can only be the main wife and cannot be concubines. In other words, you have to regard me as your queen."

"As for your new wife, find a way to deal with her yourself. Secondly, before we get married, don't even think about touching me. My family is respectable, and our family rules state: 'A woman's virginity must not be lost before marriage.'"

"It's true that I can't beat you, but if you insist, I will kill myself."

When she said the word "suicide" without hesitation, Chu Ji's gorgeous dark brown eyes twitched violently, as if hitting the most vulnerable corner of his heart.

He stretched out an eager long finger and covered Shi Rong's soft lips, signaling her to be silent.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. Before tonight, my harem will completely cease to exist. You'll be the only one left for the rest of my life. Okay?"

Shi Rong didn't say anything and didn't make any extra moves. She just wanted to get Chu Ji away from her.

Reluctantly turning over and leaving, Chu Ji helped the beauty sit up, waved his hand, the bed curtains spread apart, and with a touch of his fingertips, her coat easily returned to his palm.

He personally dressed and straightened Shi Rong's hair, restoring it to its original state, and lifted the scattered hair on her temples and tucked it behind her ears.

"You look beautiful in green. Are you wearing it for me?"

Shi Rong laughed again.

"Ah."

If not for him, who else could she do this for? If this old demon hadn't been so difficult to deal with, and hadn't listened to her words, she would have killed him long ago...

Chu Ji smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand and touched her head.

"What to eat?"

Shi Rong had no appetite, but he needed his back to him before he could take action, so he said.

"Date paste and yam cake."

If for no other reason, Chu Ji's face is at least four points similar to Shi Yang's. Every time Shi Rong sees his brother, the only food he can think of is this.

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

He actually knows how to make jujube and yam cake?

After Chu Ji said this, Shi Rong now really suspected that this person might be the ancestor of Shi Yang and Chu Zhao by some coincidence.

After all, there are really not many men who can make this kind of snack, which has complicated procedures and complex ingredients.

Shi Yang has been able to do this since he was young, and although Chu Zhao was a later learner, he also understood it quickly.

Shi Rong thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't get a definite answer, so he had to get down to business first.

The moment Chu Ji stood up and walked away, Shi Rong threw out the reed-gray ice cone jade magic weapon hidden in his sleeve, held it with both hands, aimed it at Chu Ji's chest from behind, and hit him with one blow.

"Forehead…!"

Chu Ji was caught off guard and was stabbed by her. A painful groan escaped from between his lips and teeth, and then a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

He lowered his eyes in disbelief as he looked at the tip of the ice cone that pierced through his back and extended to the left side of his chest.

In that complicated look, there was astonishment, surprise, reluctance, and sadness, but no hatred.

"Shi Rong, are you really... coming here to kill me?"

The little woman whose name was called was still in the posture of stabbing him in the back.

"I don't want to kill you. Just like I told Du Su, if we can coexist peacefully, I don't want to see anyone in this world die at my hands."

"But your presence has already affected the safety of the people outside. I cannot allow you to wreak havoc on everyone. This will make the Ying family of Dongcheng a sinner for all eternity, and will completely destroy the existence of a harmonious society."

After he finished speaking, Shi Rong slapped out with a powerful palm, hitting the hard tail of the ice cone, causing it to penetrate Chu Ji's body, shoot out from the heart, and pierce deeply into the cedar pillar of the bedroom.

"puff!"

Chu Ji's whole body shook violently, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood. He could no longer maintain his balance. With a "bang", his legs bent and he fell to his knees.

With the few remaining conscious parts in his body, he looked back, slowly raised his weak hands, and held Shi Rong's cold palms.

Before he knew it, Chu Ji's eyes had already turned red and he was shedding sad tears. The bloodstains on his lips formed a sharp contrast with his pale face.

No matter how you look at it, it's an extremely hopeless injury.

His voice lost its initial sharpness and instead had a hint of humility.

"Tell me, do you love me...even a little bit..."

Shi Rong closed her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't bear to look at Chu Ji's tragic dying state any longer. She felt it was cruel.

"No, even if there is affection, it is not love, it can only be regarded as respect."

"Ah…"

Chu Ji grinned with a self-deprecating smile, thinking back to how he had waited for Yu Qing for so many years, but it was all in vain.

If there is an afterlife, the person he would like to meet first would be Shi Rong...

He closed his eyes and lowered his head. When Chu Ji pulled him, his hands suddenly dropped down, and he passed away in this half-kneeling position on the ground.

Shi Rong paused and was about to help him up from the ground and change into a decent posture, when suddenly a wave of memories that did not belong to her came into her mind, flooding in like a torrent.

Those were pictures with the harem of the Yidu Dynasty during the Warring States Period as the background.

In the picture, there is a well-dressed man and woman, they are Yuqing and Chuji.

"Chu Ji, come and catch me!"

Yuqing was wearing a dark green brocade silk dress and a golden hairpin and phoenix crown on her head. She was running happily in the imperial garden, among the colorful branches and leaves.

"Yuqing, slow down, don't fall!"

Chu Ji was wearing a dark green gown of the same style as hers, with her hair half-laid down in a hairpin, and he walked after her with a doting look in his eyes.

"Chu Ji! Our March has grown so big that it can hardly fit in one room."

Since this is worn at the collar of Shihong, guided by the "Qiansi technique", the memories of Yuqing's life are presented in plain and easy-to-understand vernacular.

"Yes, it has grown up, and it's time for us to get married."

Chu Ji caught up with the beauty and held her in his arms.

"I don't want to marry you!"