We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 637: There Are Two More Like That, Within the Palace!

Cold Lake Palace, situated beside the cold palace.

This particular hall served much the same purpose as the Ministry of Justice's own punishment chambers, only specifically used for disciplining consorts and female officials who had erred within the harem but because Xiao Mo was generous and forgiving, and the palace's female officials sensible besides, and given that he had only two consorts in total.

This Cold Lake Palace had, until now, rarely seen much use but at this moment, within Cold Lake Palace.

Yu Yunwei, bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope, stood fastened to a wooden frame.

Xue Kui, beside her own Sister Yu, trembled with fear.

Though she herself had not been bound, she stood there, not daring to move an inch, her large, luminous eyes seeming as though they might spill over with tears at any moment.

"Speak. You infiltrated the Great Zhou palace, and made an attempt upon me. What exactly was your purpose?"

Xiao Mo's fingers traced along one instrument of torture after another, as though selecting the appropriate one.

Though the other party was an Upper Three Realms cultivator.

With her spiritual energy sealed by the Immortal-Binding Rope, and given that she was not a martial cultivator, her physical resilience had dropped considerably.

Not to mention that these instruments had all been inscribed with special runes by Qin Siyao and so these instruments would prove entirely sufficient against her.

Beyond this, the moment Qin Siyao heard Xiao Mo intended to interrogate Yu Yunwei, a flicker of excitement had flashed through her eyes, and she had specially provided Xiao Mo with several peculiar interrogation artifacts.

Fearing that Xiao Mo, when applying punishment, might find the other party feeling nothing at all.

Fearing that Xiao Mo's interrogation might prove unsatisfying.

"I... I simply wanted to take Your Majesty away with me, nothing more. I meant no harm." Yu Yunwei bit her lip lightly, her delicate features full of wronged innocence.

"You expect me to believe that?"

Xiao Mo's brow furrowed, picking up a small glass vial, stepping forward, gently pouring its contents onto her neck.

Within the vial was a certain kind of liquid medicine.

The crystal-clear liquid slid down along Yu Yunwei's neck, flowing over her delicate collarbone, seeping into the snowy expanse beneath her collar, continuing to flow further down.

Qin Siyao had not mentioned this liquid's name.

Only that, once applied, the body would grow unbearably itchy.

"Mmph..."

Sure enough, the moment the medicine touched Yu Yunwei's skin, she sensed something amiss.

She felt her body growing increasingly sensitive, as though countless feathers were brushing lightly across her entire being.

She gritted her teeth, yet could not help releasing a soft, involuntary moan.

The woman's delicate body, marked with red welts from the Immortal-Binding Rope, writhed ceaselessly.

Her clothes gradually dampened with sweat, her fair, slender neck flushing with an inviting red.

Even Yu Yunwei's eyes carried a certain hazy, unfocused quality, hot breath escaping her lips ceaselessly.

Strands of hair clung to her forehead, which she bit between her teeth.

Witnessing this scene, Xiao Mo could not help but freeze slightly.

He glanced at the "instrument" in his hand.

Why did what Qin Siyao had given him feel so utterly inappropriate?

"I ask that Your Majesty believe me. This is truly the honest truth." Even amid the unbearable itching, Yu Yunwei remained stubbornly resolute.

"However Your Majesty punishes me, even should Your Majesty tear off my clothes, and defile me... leaving me weak and trembling upon a soft couch day and night, I would still answer the same way. I mean Your Majesty no harm at all. I simply wish to take Your Majesty away with me."

Yu Yunwei's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving violently, as though she might snap the Immortal-Binding Rope apart entirely.

"Then why do you wish to take me away? I surely don't know miss, do I?" Xiao Mo asked once more.

"I... I..." Yu Yunwei's eyes grew hazy, uncertain, for the moment, how to explain.

"Still refusing to speak?" Xiao Mo picked up a whip. "Then I truly shall show you no mercy."

"I mean Your Majesty no harm at all. By comparison, that woman named Qin Siyao, approaching Your Majesty, surely harbors ill intentions!" Yu Yunwei said, enduring the unbearable itching.

"It seems miss won't shed a tear until she sees her own coffin."

With these words, Xiao Mo gripped the whip, striking down fiercely upon Yu Yunwei's body.

This whip, too, had been given by Qin Siyao. A single strike caused physical harm second to none, but the primary effect was pain inflicted upon the very soul.

"Mmph..."

"Mmph..."

"Mm..."

Each time Xiao Mo's whip struck down, it tore a gash through Yu Yunwei's palace robe.

Beneath the torn fabric, Yu Yunwei's body showed only faint traces of red, as though gently brushed by a soft branch.

Only, given Yu Yunwei's fair, delicate complexion, these marks appeared rather more pronounced but an Upper Three Realms cultivator's self-healing ability was remarkably strong, and in less than a breath's time, those faint red marks healed themselves entirely yet the pain this whip inflicted upon the soul was genuinely real.

Only, for some reason.

Watching her writhing body, caught between itching and pain, Xiao Mo could not help but sense the woman before him seemed to be, somehow, rather enjoying it?

"I'll talk... I'll talk... Your Majesty, please stop hitting me. I'll tell you everything."

An incense stick's time later, Yu Yunwei finally begged for mercy.

By now, beneath Yu Yunwei's torn palace robe, her flawless, fair skin showed, her face flushed with a faint crimson.

Her full, rising chest heaved ceaselessly.

"I... my name is Yu Yunwei... I come from the Ten Thousand Dao Sect in the Western Region."

Yu Yunwei spoke slowly, every word accompanied by a hot, ragged breath.

"In truth, I have already searched for Your Majesty for a full thousand years."

"Searched for me for a thousand years? What do you mean by that?" Xiao Mo's mind sharpened at once.

"Because..." Yu Yunwei raised her head, her moist, watery eyes gazing tenderly at Xiao Mo, "because, a thousand years ago, you and I were married, and this little girl is our child. Your Majesty's past life was my own husband."

"...?!?!"

Xiao Mo stared at her blankly, for a moment unable to comprehend.

Not only Xiao Mo, but Xue Kui beside them, too, blinked ceaselessly, looking with disbelief at this big brother beside her.

"So... this big brother is my father, and Sister Yunwei is my mother? But didn't I just spring up from the ground?"

Xue Kui thought to herself.

"It seems miss is still being stubborn."

With these words, Xiao Mo raised the whip, about to bring it down once more upon Yu Yunwei.

"Everything I've said is true... Husband, no matter how much more you strike me, it won't change the fact that you and I are husband and wife."

Yu Yunwei closed her eyes tightly, calling out loudly.

Watching Yu Yunwei's unyielding, defiant stance, Xiao Mo's raised whip froze in midair.

In truth, Xiao Mo had very nearly believed her, just moments before.

Xiao Mo knew that everything he had experienced within the Book of a Hundred Lives had been real, yet he retained very few memories of it.

What if he truly had married someone within the Book of a Hundred Lives, and even had a daughter? Wouldn't that make him a heartless man who had abandoned his own family?

And so, just moments ago, Xiao Mo had genuinely felt a certain panic rising within him but almost instantly, Xiao Mo steadied his own mind because the other party's story held far too many holes.

"Fact? What fact? What child remains a child for a thousand years without growing up?" Xiao Mo's whip struck down once more.

"This... this is because our child has a special constitution." Yu Yunwei said, biting her lip.

"Is that so?" Xiao Mo gave a cold laugh. "Miss claims you and I have been intimate as husband and wife. I'll go fetch Siyao right now, to have her examine you, and see whether miss is, in fact, still untouched."

"..." Yu Yunwei found herself, for a moment, at a loss for words because she genuinely was still untouched.

That foolish senior brother had never once touched her at all...

"Your Majesty..." At that very moment, a maid's voice came from beyond the room. "Master Wangxin requests an audience."

"Master Wangxin?" Surprise showed in Xiao Mo's eyes. "Have Master Wangxin come in."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid answered, withdrawing.

Before long, Wangxin walked in, bringing Little Hundun along with her.

Seeing Yu Yunwei's tattered clothing and flushed face, Wangxin's small mouth parted slightly, feeling considerable heartache on her behalf.

"This humble monk, Wangxin, pays respects to Your Majesty." Wangxin bowed to Xiao Mo.

"There's no need for such formality, Master Wangxin." Xiao Mo set down the whip in his hand, explaining to Wangxin. "This assassin infiltrated the palace, intending harm against me. Fortunately, Consort Mu stopped her, sparing me from her scheme. I am currently interrogating her. I wonder what business brings Master Wangxin here?"

"This..." Wangxin hesitated, organizing her thoughts, then spoke slowly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this humble monk believes there may be some misunderstanding here. In truth, this person is a good friend of mine, from the Western Region. She would never possibly make an attempt upon Your Majesty."

"Master Wangxin knows her?" This was something Xiao Mo had not expected.

"Yes." Wangxin nodded. "This humble monk would stake her own life upon it, that she would never intend harm against Your Majesty. If Your Majesty is willing to trust this humble monk, I could take her back to Hongxiu Palace with me, and would surely provide Your Majesty with a full explanation there."

"..."

Xiao Mo looked at Wangxin's earnest expression, then glanced once more at Yu Yunwei, still breathing heavily, and found himself falling into thought.

After a long while, Xiao Mo nodded, “Since Master Wangxin has spoken so, I shall grant Master Wangxin this favor. This person is placed in Master Wangxin's care, but without my permission, she may not leave Hongxiu Palace."

"My thanks to Your Majesty!"

A flicker of joy showed in Wangxin's eyes and the moment Xiao Mo agreed, the Immortal-Binding Rope around Yu Yunwei's body loosened of its own accord, flying out of the room.

Once her spiritual energy was restored, Yu Yunwei made no untoward move at all, only gazing at Xiao Mo with a note of resentful reproach in her eyes.

"Then, Your Majesty, we shall take our leave now..."

Wangxin helped Yu Yunwei to her feet, bowed, and walked out of the room.

Watching the two of them walk away, Xiao Mo's brow could not help but furrow, his eyes growing ever more thoughtful.

"I never expected Imperial Brother would let her go so easily."

As Wangxin and Yu Yunwei walked further into the distance, Qin Siyao appeared beside Xiao Mo, gazing at him tenderly, “Could it be that Imperial Brother truly believed she was your wife from a past life?"

Xiao Mo shook his head with a smile, “I'm not a fool. It's simply that this woman likely means no genuine harm."

"Why is Imperial Brother so certain of that?" Qin Siyao asked curiously. "Is it because Master Wangxin vouched for her?"

"That's not the only reason." Xiao Mo turned, smiling at the woman beside him. "It's also because of you, Consort Mu."

"Because of this concubine?" Qin Siyao tilted her head.

"Had this person truly intended harm against me, her life would surely have been forfeit long ago already."

Xiao Mo said with a smile.

"But Siyao spared her life, and not only that, those torture artifacts you gave me caused no real physical harm at all."

"This suggests you, Siyao, simply wanted to teach her a lesson, without genuinely wishing her dead."

"Though, I am genuinely curious." Xiao Mo looked at Qin Siyao with puzzlement. "You and this woman surely have no particular relationship, Siyao. So why would you show her such leniency?"

"Did I?" Qin Siyao turned, saying innocently, "This concubine showed no leniency at all. This concubine simply felt that her life and death should be decided by Your Majesty alone. How could this concubine possibly overstep?"

"I see."

Xiao Mo smiled faintly, though it was clear he did not entirely believe Qin Siyao's words.

"All right, that settles today's matter for now. That young woman named Yu Yunwei should have learned her lesson as well. I'll go attend to state affairs now. Siyao, go rest as well. My thanks for your trouble."

Xiao Mo thanked Qin Siyao, then turned, walking toward the imperial study.

"I showed no leniency at all..." Watching Xiao Mo walk further away, Qin Siyao's fingers, hidden beneath her sleeve, clenched tightly.

"I don't wish for other women to come find you either. I don't wish for you to have any contact with other women at all..."

"But..."

"I'm even more afraid that, on the day you regain your memories, if I had harmed her, you would be angry with me..."

…

Within Hongxiu Palace.

Yu Yunwei hurried to bathe, washing away the itching medicine entirely.

Wangxin then brought out a fresh gown, helping Yu Yunwei change into it.

Sitting in the courtyard, Yu Yunwei let the summer breeze wash over her, feeling as though she had finally come back to life.

Regarding her senior brother's interrogation just now, Yu Yunwei held not the slightest resentment toward him.

In fact, thinking back on her senior brother "disciplining" her, Yu Yunwei felt a certain wistful fondness for it.

It was only when she recalled that consort named Qin Siyao that Yu Yunwei felt genuine unease.

With that woman around, how could she possibly take senior brother away?!

"Yunwei, have something to eat."

Wangxin brought over a plate of pastries, setting it beside Yu Yunwei.

"Thank you, Wangxin." Though Yu Yunwei still did not particularly care for her, had it not been for Wangxin this time, she would likely still be under her senior brother's interrogation.

"You're welcome." Wangxin shook her head. "I'm glad you're all right, Yunwei. But Yunwei, why don't you tell Xiao Mo about the past? Once you've explained everything clearly, wouldn't the misunderstanding be resolved?"

"What use would that be? How many people would believe something like reincarnation?" Yu Yunwei shook her head, a flicker of worry showing in her eyes. "And besides..."

"And besides what?" Wangxin looked at Yu Yunwei curiously, sensing she seemed to be hiding something.

Wangxin's Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart only sensed that Yu Yunwei carried a certain unease and anxiety.

"It's nothing."

Yu Yunwei changed the subject.

"Wangxin, I won't give up! I'll still find a way to take senior brother away!"

Yu Yunwei clenched her fists, looking earnestly at Wangxin, “This time I failed, but that's fine. With the two of us working together, along with that Sili, who knows where she's gotten to, the three of us Immortal realm cultivators, I refuse to believe that Qin Siyao could possibly stop us!"

"But Yunwei..."

Wangxin lowered her lovely head, her expression complicated.

"There are two more, within the palace, just like Consort Mu..."