Farewell, Old Love

In the afternoon, Ye Xuan evaded the numerous secret sentries in the palace and brought Ying'er to a desolate restricted area in the northern corner of the palace - the tomb of Consort Xuan.

Overgrown with weeds, the stone stele tilted. Buried here was the cowardly soul of his past life that was tortured to death by love.

Beside the tombstone, a huddled figure was tremblingly clearing the dead leaves.

It was Old Fu.

He was the only old servant of Ye Xuan in his past life and also the only one who had given him a glimmer of warmth in this cold palace.

"Old Fu," Ye Xuan said softly.

The old servant's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. He looked up. When he saw Ye Xuan's noble and extraordinary black - gold robe, the broom in his hand fell to the ground limply.

"Mas... Master? Master, you've finally come back!"

Old Fu staggered forward and knelt at Ye Xuan's feet. His withered hands trembled as he wanted to touch the corner of Ye Xuan's clothes but was afraid of soiling the magnificent robe and stopped in mid - air.

Ye Xuan looked at him, a complex look flashing across his eyes.

At this time, Old Fu was so old that he was almost just a skeleton, and the spiritual energy in his body had dried up to the extreme.

"Why are you so old?" Ye Xuan sighed and reached out to help him up. "You clearly have the cultivation base of the Golden Core stage. Your lifespan shouldn't be like this."

Old Fu gave a hoarse laugh, and there was a kind of deathly calm that saw through life and death in his laughter. "This old servant's useless body should have dissipated long ago. Master, the reason this old servant has been lingering on and refusing to close my eyes until now is just to wait for you..."

He tightly grabbed Ye Xuan's arm with astonishing strength. "Master, listen to this old servant's advice... While there's still time, take this girl and leave! The Female Emperor... is by no means a good person! Although she looks glorious on the outside, inside she is a swamp full of power and filth. She will ruin you!"

Ye Xuan looked calm, and his gaze passed over Old Fu, looking at the desolate tomb.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Ye Xuan's voice was so calm that it made people's hearts skip a beat. "Old Fu, the me now is no longer the Consort Xuan who regarded love as everything and only had tender and passionate feelings in my mind. Now, in my eyes, there is only the Tao and the entire universe."

Old Fu was stunned. He looked into Ye Xuan's grayish eyes that were as deep as an abyss. After a long time, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Good! Great! Master's heart has finally hardened! Then this old servant... can rest assured."

Old Fu's laughter grew weaker and weaker. He leaned against the stone stele tremblingly, and satisfied tears slid down from his shriveled eyes.

He knew that the master in front of him would never shed a single tear for any woman again.

Ye Xuan left with Ying'er.

Just as he turned around, Old Fu closed his eyes slightly, and his aura became weaker and weaker.

And at this moment, Wu Lingxiao, who had been hiding in the distance, slowly walked out.

She looked at Old Fu, with full of malice and killing intent in her eyes.

"You old dog, you still dared to say such things before you died."

Wu Lingxiao sneered and walked closer, looking down at Old Fu from a high position. "Who gave you the guts? Do you think Ye Xuan is a good person? Maybe his current affection is just an act!"

However, Old Fu opened his eyes weakly and said his last words in his life:

"If Master is acting... then Your Majesty, you don't even bother to act. You're still as promiscuous... and shameless as ever."

"Courting death!"

Wu Lingxiao flew into a rage!

The aura of the peak of the Mahayana stage erupted suddenly, and the entire desolate tomb turned into powder in an instant.

"He's mine! Whether it's his living self or his soul, he can only belong to me!"

When Wu Lingxiao returned to Weiyang Palace again, she saw Ye Xuan carefully peeling grapes for Ying'er.

This scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Enough!"

Wu Lingxiao roared and rushed over. Her noble imperial robe was in a mess in the wind, and she was like a frightened female leopard.

She pushed Ying'er aside and rushed directly in front of Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan!"

Wu Lingxiao's eyes were blood - red as she tightly grabbed Ye Xuan's collar. "You belong to me! You did eight hundred years ago, and you do now! I admit that I wronged you back then, but you also lied to me! We're even... Can we start over? I only want you. I'll make you the real Imperial Consort!"

Ye Xuan's hand stopped in mid - air.

He slowly turned his head and looked at this face that once made him dream about day and night, but now only seemed ridiculous to him.

He didn't even push her away. Instead, he just hugged Ying'er beside him tightly and showed a extremely malicious and almost cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Start over?"

Ye Xuan's voice was light, but every word was like a poisoned needle. "Wu Lingxiao, haven't you figured out the situation yet? I have Ying'er, who is pure and has an extraordinary background. Why would I want to start over with you, a promiscuous female emperor who has a harem and has known countless men?"

"What... did you say?"

Wu Lingxiao froze completely.

"A promiscuous female emperor."

Ye Xuan said word by word, with extreme disdain in his eyes. "Do you think your throne can cover up your disgusting past? In my eyes, you're not even worth a single hair of Ying'er's."

"Ah!"

Wu Lingxiao was completely enraged, and her rationality broke at this moment.

She suddenly burst out the Law of Time and instantly imprisoned the surrounding space.

She snatched Ye Xuan over and tightly hugged him in her arms. Like a crazy woman, she looked at Ying'er beside her.

"If you have the guts, let's have a fair fight!" Wu Lingxiao sneered. "If you win, take him away! If you lose, die here!"

Ying'er looked at the almost irrational female emperor, sighed helplessly, and a strange look flashed across her eyes.

"Forget it. I'll let you have my husband for now," Ying'er said calmly and even slowly straightened her skirt. "Sister, you have to control your yandere personality... Don't break him."

"None of your business!"

Wu Lingxiao snorted coldly, rolled up a bright golden light, and directly carried Ye Xuan away and disappeared in place.

In the deepest bedroom of Weiyang Palace, the isolation barriers were stacked layer by layer. Golden runes were like chains, winding around the four walls and the dome, sealing the whole space tightly.

The blood - red gauze curtain hung down low. The dragon bed was covered with black - gold silk, luxurious but with a kind of depressing coldness.

Wu Lingxiao kicked open the door of the hall and threw Ye Xuan, who was on her shoulder, heavily onto the bed. Then she stood by the bed, her black - gold imperial robe fluttering in the wind, and her chest rising and falling violently.

There was a crazy and possessive look burning in her eyes. The golden flame still quietly clung to her left sleeve, but it was like a maggot attached to the bone, constantly burning her soul.

She gritted her silver teeth, formed seals with both hands, and the power of the Law of Time turned into invisible chains, instantly binding Ye Xuan's limbs tightly to the bedposts.

The chains faintly glowed with golden light, carrying the terrifying pressure of the peak of the Mahayana stage, making it impossible for him to break free for a moment.

"Ye Xuan... You can't escape. Today, you're mine alone!"

Wu Lingxiao's voice was hoarse but full of sick excitement. She stepped onto the dragon bed, waved her wide sleeves, and her imperial robe slipped off by itself, revealing her snow - white and plump body.

She leaned over, pressed her hands firmly on his shoulders, and her red lips with hot breath approached his face.

Ye Xuan was tied up and couldn't move, but extreme anger burst out in his gray eyes.

He struggled desperately, his spiritual power surging wildly within his body, but it was suppressed by the chains of time and couldn't break out. He glared at her, his voice low but filled with undisguised disgust and anger:

"Get out of the way! I don't want a used woman!"

Wu Lingxiao's movements suddenly froze. The words "used woman" were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into the deepest and most shameful part of her heart.

The whole of her noble and cold face instantly contorted, and an uncontrollable rage flashed in her eyes. As if sensing her emotions, the golden flame suddenly burned even more intensely, causing a sharp pain in her chest. Instead, it stirred up an even more intense madness in her.

"You dare to call me a used woman?" Wu Lingxiao roared shrilly, her voice so sharp that it almost pierced the dome of the imperial bedroom. She raised her palm, infused with the spiritual power of the peak of the Great Vehicle Realm, and slapped Ye Xuan hard across the face.

Slap!

The crisp sound echoed in the imperial bedroom. Ye Xuan's face was turned to one side, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.