We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 432: Don’t Worry—This Time, I’ll Still Kill You!
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In the royal palace of the Zhou dynasty, Xiao Mo had donned the attire of a groom.
This particular ensemble was a creation of Yan Ruxue.
Xiao Mo felt that he should have been attired in this garb much earlier.
However, an abundance of events had transpired, causing the delay.
Thus, it had been postponed until this very moment.
Once the palace maids had completed assisting Xiao Mo with his wedding garments, Sili, standing nearby, gazed at him, her eyes glistening with a crystalline sheen.
To Sili, her master had always possessed outstanding looks.
Now, with him dressed as a groom, an aura of youthful vigor emanated from him even more strongly.
Sili’s only source of regret was that the person her master was to wed in this groom’s attire was not her.
“Never mind. It is a minor issue. Let those two mortal women claim the title for now. As long as I can deal with that Ten Thousand Swords Sect master, I shall be able to cultivate through dual practice with my master without any reservations, and I can take my master away whenever I wish.”
Sili consoled herself internally.
“Si Li? Si Li? Si Li!”
“Your Majesty...”
As Sili was lost in her thoughts, Xiao Mo’s voice, having called her name several times, finally brought her back to the present.
“We are preparing to depart the palace. Why are you lost in thought?” Xiao Mo inquired.
“Please pardon this servant, Your Majesty.” Sili lowered her head and curtsied. “This servant merely finds Your Majesty to be exceptionally handsome in this wedding attire. I am curious as to which master crafted it—truly a remarkable piece.”
“This wedding attire...” Xiao Mo extended his arms, taking in the groom’s outfit he wore. “Miss Yan fashioned it. Miss Yan is truly Great Zhou’s foremost talented woman. She possesses remarkable intelligence and skill.”
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Upon hearing Her Majesty’s response, a peculiar expression flickered in Sili’s eyes. However, she kept it concealed. She simply smiled and remarked, “So that is how it is. The noble consort is indeed a woman rarely found in this world.”
“She is indeed exceptionally rare.” Xiao Mo smiled and nodded. He offered no further words to Sili and proceeded to exit the sleeping quarters. “Let us go. The auspicious hour approaches.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Sili quickly followed Xiao Mo.
However, Sili soon recalled something. She raised her head, observing Xiao Mo’s profile. “Your Majesty, concerning the two noble consorts—which one shall we go to fetch first?”
During her tenure in the palace, Sili had developed a comprehensive understanding of Xiao Mo’s circumstances.
Whether it was Yan Ruxue, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, or Qin Mujiu, the eldest princess of Qin, their standing within the imperial harem was identical.
They shared the same rank: “noble consort,” the highest among the five consort ranks.
Yet, due to Zhou customs, even when an emperor took a wife, if it was a proper, officially arranged marriage, he was required to personally escort the bride.
The crucial point was—which of them would her master marry first?
This question, seemingly minor, was in reality tied to the prestige of the Qin and Yan families.
“There is no need for you to concern yourself with that.” Xiao Mo replied with a smile. “The Ministry of Rites has been working diligently precisely for this purpose—to devise a procedure that satisfies all parties. They have already made preparations.”
As Xiao Mo spoke, he descended the steps, his voice reaching Sili’s ears:
“Naturally, we shall fetch both noble consorts simultaneously.”
“Huh?”
Sili’s eyes blinked repeatedly, questioning if she had misheard.
Two individuals?
At the same time?
*****
Within the realm of the demon race, at the imperial palace of the Nine-Tails Kingdom.
Inside a sleeping chamber, the sovereign of the Nine-Tails Kingdom reclined on a plush divan, her eyes closed, one fair palm supporting her head. Nine lengthy tails swayed in the air like silken ribbons.
The woman’s hair, as white as snow, cascaded over her shoulders, extending past a waist as slender as a willow branch, a waist that could be encircled with a single grasp, perfectly accentuating her graceful physique.
A pair of snow-white fox ears appeared to be integrated into her hair, resembling ornate beast-ear accessories.
Beneath a flowing, snow-white gown, the woman’s chest gently rose and fell.
Her reclining posture accentuated her already enchanting figure, making it appear even more voluptuous.
Below this, her abdomen was trim and flat.
Continuing downward, undulating curves reminiscent of mountain ranges reappeared.
These were followed by the woman’s fair, delicate legs, partially visible beneath the hem of her dress.
Her legs offered a glimpse of pale whiteness through the slightly parted skirt, akin to jade polished from mutton-fat, pressed together and intertwined.
Extending further down from those flawless, long legs, where two smooth lines converged, lay her ankles.
As the morning light slanted through the window lattice and illuminated her ankles, it revealed not the cold pallor of porcelain, but a whiteness akin to the first snow melting in warm water. Beneath this delicate hue, faint bluish veins were discernible in serene stillness. Her ankle bones protruded subtly, like pearl buttons concealed within velvet—rounded, yet not ostentatious, lending gentle curves to the play of light.
Her feet's insteps were taut, the arch from sole to heel forming a flawless, pale curve with a hint of blush.
Her toes resembled pearls, like white rice plumped with water droplets—a sight that would make one want to gather them into a bowl, as if fearing they might fall and be soiled.
“Your Majesty.”
A maid with cat ears entered the bedchamber and offered a bow.
The sovereign of the Nine-Tails Kingdom slowly opened her eyes. Those naturally alluring, fox-like eyes possessed a captivating quality, such that even a woman, upon seeing them, might feel her soul on the verge of being ensnared.
“How fares it?” the Nine-Tails Kingdom’s ruler inquired of the maid.
“Reporting to Your Majesty,” the cat-eared maid responded. “Today marks a grand and joyous occasion for the ruler of Zhou. We have already committed to assisting the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in refining the Three Lives, Three Worlds Pill. As for our terms, they have been conveyed to that sect master by Qiuye. It remains uncertain, however, if she will give her consent.”
“She will consent.” A flicker of displeasure crossed the Nine-Tails Kingdom’s ruler’s gaze, though she swiftly concealed it. “Even if I were silent, she would proceed. That obstinate woman—she has always been stubborn, from beginning to end!”
The cat-eared maid, Dingdang,’s gaze shifted subtly, as if she harbored unspoken thoughts and hesitated to voice them.
Ultimately, after a prolonged pause, Dingdang ventured, “Your Majesty, Zhou is but a minuscule nation. What makes its ruler so extraordinary? Why do even you, Your Majesty, hold such deep concern?”
“This is beyond your purview to question.” The ruler of the Nine-Tails Kingdom cast a frigid glance at the cat-eared maid.
An immense pressure immediately descended upon her.
Dingdang promptly knelt, pleading in a state of panic, “This servant misspoke. Pray forgive me, Your Majesty!”
“See that there is no second time.” The ruler of the Nine-Tails Kingdom retracted her spiritual pressure, stating plainly, “Depart. Attend to your duties.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Maid Dingdang hastily rose, a bead of cold sweat wiped from her brow, and exited the sleeping quarters.
Once the maid had departed, the ruler of the Nine-Tails Kingdom was left alone in the chamber.
Raising her head, the woman’s gaze drifted past the window's edge, fixing on a distant point.
That direction pointed towards the world of Ten Thousand Arts.
“You are getting married? You are truly getting married…”
A murderous intent flared within the ruler of the Nine-Tails Kingdom’s fox-like eyes.
Within her mind, the image of a Daoist cultivator materialized.
“Fear not. This time, I shall claim your life once more!”
“Just as I did previously!”