We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 437: The Three of Us—Let’s Set a Rule, How About It?

Perched on the windowsill, Jiang Qingyi inclined her head, her gaze settling upon Bai Ruxue and Qin Siyao.

Neither Qin Siyao nor Jiang Qingyi had any intention of concealing their auras.

After all, against an opponent of Bai Ruxue's caliber, any attempt at concealment would prove utterly futile.

Jiang Qingyi's delicate feet, clad in embroidered shoes, descended from the windowsill to touch the floorboards as she approached Bai Ruxue and the other woman.

"Sect Master Jiang, please, have a seat."

Bai Ruxue, with perfect poise, gestured for Jiang Qingyi to sit and poured her a cup of tea.

Three women of extraordinary beauty occupied seats around the table, their presence casting a palpable tension in the room, forming a virtual triangular standoff.

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo slept soundly on the bed, entirely oblivious to the unfolding scene.

Jiang Qingyi found the situation rather amusing.

Including herself, the combined strength of the three present hardly equated to a single true name...

"Now that everyone is assembled, let us speak plainly and directly about our intentions."

Bai Ruxue, exuding dignity and elegance, managed the situation like a seasoned matriarch.

"What the two of you desire, your reasons for being here, and for whom you seek it—Ruxue has already divined it all."

"And similarly, my own objectives—you have both deduced them through your extended investigations."

"If my aim is to reclaim my husband, you two will never acquiesce."

"And conversely, should you seek my husband, I shall not grant my approval either."

"However, should this matter escalate into a direct conflict, I fear that not only this imperial palace but the entirety of Zhou itself would be reduced to desolate ruins."

Bai Ruxue surveyed them both before speaking slowly.

"Given this precarious situation, perhaps the three of us should establish some ground rules?"

"Rules?" Qin Siyao inquired with a glint of interest in her eyes, a smile gracing her lips. "I am curious as to what sort of rules you propose, Sister?"

Jiang Qingyi, too, softened her sharp edges slightly, turning her gaze to Bai Ruxue with evident curiosity, eager to hear the proposal of the renowned Lord of the Four Seas.

In truth, Jiang Qingyi understood that none of them could unilaterally overpower the others.

A battle to the death, as Bai Ruxue stated, would undoubtedly devastate Zhou.

While the fate of Zhou held little consequence for Jiang Qingyi, its destruction would profoundly affect Xiao Mo.

Therefore, Jiang Qingyi was disinclined to allow matters to reach such a calamitous conclusion.

"I have drafted a contract. I invite the two of you to examine it."

Bai Ruxue produced two unassuming sheets of plain white paper from a storage pouch.

Qin Siyao and Jiang Qingyi focused their attention on the elegantly penned script, their minds delving into deep contemplation.

"Once you have reviewed it and find no objections, please affix your signatures and handprints."

Bai Ruxue stated calmly, her pace unhurried.

"Our cultivation realms are exceedingly high; conventional contract spells hold no sway over us. Therefore, we shall resort to mortal customs. I trust you will both honor this agreement in good faith."

"Agreed." Qin Siyao's eyes formed delicate crescents as she finished reading. "In that case, we shall proceed as Sister Ruxue suggests."

"I concur. I only hope the Lord of the Four Seas will uphold her end of the bargain!"

Jiang Qingyi fixed a cold gaze upon Bai Ruxue.

"However, I wish to add one further condition to this contract!"

...

The following morning, as dawn broke.

Sunlight streamed through the windowsill, illuminating the face of the man reposing in bed.

A slight furrow appeared on his brow, only to gradually smooth out again.

After approximately five hours of deep slumber, the man's consciousness slowly returned, stirred by the warmth of the sun.

Xiao Mo's eyes fluttered open, and he pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard.

A dull ache throbbed in his head.

He attributed it to the prolonged period of sleep.

It had been an immeasurable time since he had last experienced such profoundly restful sleep.

"Yet, thinking back... what exactly transpired last night?"

Xiao Mo massaged his forehead, shaking his head as he attempted to piece together the events of the previous evening.

The fragments of his memory recalled a visit to Qin Mujiu's sleeping quarters, followed by a trip to Yan Ruxue's.

Upon lifting Yan Ruxue's bridal veil, he had been surprised to find the woman he had encountered previously.

Then, enveloped in the intimate ambiance of their wedding night, he had drawn closer to Yan Ruxue.

And thereafter, his consciousness had faded.

"Si Li..."

Xiao Mo called out towards the door.

Sili entered moments later, bowing respectfully to Xiao Mo. "Your Majesty..."

"Did anything unusual occur last night?" Xiao Mo inquired of Sili.

"Replying to Your Majesty, this servant girl has no knowledge of any untoward events."

Sili responded with an earnest tone.

“Last night, this servant girl waited for you outside your door, but for some reason, I became overwhelmingly sleepy and ended up dozing off right there.”

“When I finally woke up, I was already back in my own room. This morning, I heard from Sister Yang’er that she brought me back to my room, and Your Majesty was also escorted back by the palace maids.”

“However, I overheard Consort Xue mentioning that Your Majesty must have been utterly spent last night, having indulged too much in wine, which led to your slumber.”

In truth, it wasn't just Xiao Mo—Sili also yearned to understand the events of the previous night.

As drowsiness claimed Sili’s consciousness, she had a fleeting glimpse of a womanly figure.

This figure was adorned in a red wedding gown, possessing a tall, elegant, and shapely silhouette.

Within the confines of the imperial palace, the sole individuals to have donned red wedding attire were Yan Ruxue and Qin Mujiu.

This implied that the formidable aura Sili sensed originated from Qin Mujiu.

Furthermore, her cultivation realm was undoubtedly on par with, if not superior to, Sili's own.

Sili conjectured that Qin Mujiu had unequivocally intended to claim a husband.

Yet, ultimately, nothing transpired last night. The master was safely returned to his sleeping chambers—his primal yang remained intact.

This indicated that even Qin Mujiu was powerless to inflict any harm upon Yan Ruxue.

It became evident that Yan Ruxue was not a simple woman either!

Thus, what precisely were these two women, whom the master had taken in marriage?

What were their true identities?

On the bed, Xiao Mo’s brow furrowed as he contemplated Sili’s words.

Everything Sili stated held a significant degree of reason.

He had indeed participated in the wedding ceremonies throughout the entire day yesterday, and it was true that he was exceptionally fatigued, having consumed a substantial amount of wine.

However, Xiao Mo harbored a persistent feeling that something was amiss.

Irrespective of the circumstances, he was a cultivator at the perfected completion of the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Realm; how could he possibly be so exhausted as to merely fall asleep?

Something undoubtedly occurred last night.

“I understand. You may leave for now,” Xiao Mo gestured dismissively, deeming further inquiry with her futile.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Sili bowed her head and exited the chamber.

Xiao Mo dismounted from the bed and proceeded to pour himself a cup of tea.

Precisely at this juncture, a gust of sword wind coursed through the open window.

Xiao Mo craned his neck upwards, only to find Jiang Qingyi already seated before him.

Although Xiao Mo could not discern the features hidden beneath her veil,

He could still perceive it clearly.

At this present moment, Sect Master Jiang was radiating palpable displeasure.