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Facing Song Hengjiang's anger, Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, he said: “She has fallen to demons, hasn’t she As a member of the water clan, she is gone. What you are keeping here now is not her, but a demon.”

At this point, Song Hengjiang felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Even though Gao Xian was cold and heartless, even though he had the heart of an emperor, after all, Wanxi was his biological grandmother. Blood ties could not be severed. He thought to himself.

The ruler needn't acknowledge her, nor should the court.

"She's just my younger sister, Song Hengjiang's sister," said Qingjiang Shuijun, his wrinkles heavy and his figure hunched with age.

She has been raised here for two hundred and eighteen years. She has never harmed anyone, nor killed a living being. I have nurtured her with the demonic energy of the Yin Demon. When I depart this life, I will take her with me as well.

He looked at Zhuang Gaoen: "Your Majesty should also be able to see that that day won't be too long."

Zhuang Gaoqian was silent for a moment.

Du Ruhui sighed lightly and replied, "Why would you bother with this, Shui Jun"

Song Hengjiang shook his head: "Wanxi was too kind and too innocent, she didn't understand the dangers of the world. As soon as she left my sight and entered Zhuang Wang Palace, she was bullied and died tragically. I thought Zhuang Chengqian could protect her, but he didn't. On the path to the underworld, I have to protect her."

Zhuang Gaoxian fell silent for a moment, leaving Du Ruhui to take on the role of the villain. "But this is ultimately a risky endeavor. Once it comes to light, it will harm both Shuifu and Zhuang Guo..."

"How could anyone know I've kept it a secret for two hundred and eighteen years, living peacefully!" Song Hengjiang abruptly interrupted him, but his voice quickly softened, shrouded in sadness: "It won't be long..."

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Zhuang Gaoxian this time carefully looked at Song Wanxi in the Liuli Pavilion for a while, as if he was moved by that feeling stemming from blood relation.

The edges of his face have softened a bit.

"The woman you said killed her... Gu Yi How did she die in the end"

He even started using honorifics again.

It's not a matter of respecting him or not. After all, in terms of legal status, Song Hengjiang is on the same level as him, older than him, and now even his uncle by blood.

"You were killed by your own grandfather's hand." Song Hengjiang said.

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Zhuang Gaoxian nodded slightly: "Thus... she should be able to rest in peace."

Between Gu Yi and Song Wanxi, Zhuang Chengqian chose Song Wanxi without hesitation. He personally avenged Song Wanxi, and in the end, it was Song Wanxi's heir who inherited the throne.

In Zhuang Gaoxian's view, his grandmother who only existed in paintings in the past should be able to rest in peace.

Song Hengjiang frowned, obviously disagreeing. The death of his sister was a lifelong pain for him, no matter what he did, it couldn't be undone. No matter how much he paid, it wasn't enough to make up for it.

But he made no vocal objection.

At this time... safeguarding this glass coffin was his greatest plea.

Only Song Hengjiang, who knew Zhuang Gaoxian best, could read the fierce killing intent from his seemingly ordinary words!

He believed that his grandmother could now rest in peace, so everything Song Hengjiang did afterwards seemed less meaningful.

Zhuang Gaoxian wanted to kill Song Hengjiang here, destroy the demonized Song Wanxi, and even kill everyone who knew about this underwater lair!

“Your Majesty,” Du Ruhui stepped forward, subtly placing himself between Zhuang Gaojian and Song Hengjiang: “The ancient demon cave has long since run out of demonic energy and is unheard of. In another hundred years, no one will even remember it. The Yongchang reign is new, the four borders are still unstable, and the country relies on your rule, Your Majesty. You have been away from the palace for too long, it’s time to return.”

Zhuang Gaoxian quietly looked at him, understanding his teacher's advice.

"Finally, I only said to Song Hengjiang: 'I have troubled you greatly. It's time for me to return to Xinan. Shui Jun, please take care of yourself.'"

Song Hengjiang didn't know that he had already walked to the edge of the ghost gate. He was still infatuated with Zhuang Gaoxian because of Song Wantanxi.

When people are in desperate situations, they inevitably harbor fantasies. Even someone as powerful and influential as Song Hengjiang was not immune to this.

Zhuang Gaoxian chose to let go of the matter regarding the water demon's lair. Song Hengjiang, who had been carrying a heavy heart all along, finally felt relieved and solemnly stated: "Your Majesty, rest assured, no one else will know about this place."

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"Your Majesty Water's promise, I certainly trust." Zhuang Gao Xian nodded and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Du Ruhui said nothing, only bowed to Song Hengjiang, then turned and followed Zhuang Gaoxian.

The vast Qingjiang River accommodates countless joys and sorrows.

The underwater lair was unknown to most aquatic creatures, yet at a certain moment it decided the fate of the Qingjiang Water Palace.

Therefore, the Princess Consort's boudoir was naturally decorated with extravagance and grace.

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But Jiang Wang naturally had no heart to appreciate it.

"When will you return to the Demon's Lair" he asked Jiang Yan in the Heavenly Palace.

"Wait." Jiang Yan only said that word.

It would take a great deal of mental effort to gauge the situation within the underwater grotto.

Why could Jiang Yan sense the approaching Divine Realm powerhouses in advance

Although Jiang Wang was currently using Jiang Yan's abilities to escape, he still needed to think about this issue. To be frank, this matter concerned life and death!

“I'm worried we don't have much time to wait…” Jiang Wang pretended to be concerned.

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"A woman's compassion." Jiang Yan let out a cold snort, still displeased with Jiang Wang for letting Xiaofang go: "If you wanted to kill her, you didn't. Now do you regret it"

Within the Heavenly Palace, the slowly rotating galaxy road,

there was a hint of darkness seeping out.

Perhaps eternal darkness is the ultimate destination of the universe.

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment: "I do not wish to kill wantonly. If I am unfortunate enough to, then it is my choice. I have no regrets. Whatever I choose, I bear the responsibility."

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The Milky Way continues to flow, like a long river of time, eternally steadfast. Those dark hues will eventually be overturned by the passage of time.

"Then just wait. You'll remember the taste of life and death being in your hands." Jiang Yan said.

While Jiang Wang might not have noticed, Jiang Yan definitely didn't miss a thing.

Dressed in a splendid robe, Song Qingyue, handsome and graceful, walked slowly.

Passing through pillars of intricately carved white jade, and shimmering long-burning lamps that glow with auspicious energy, passing the standing guards, silent corridors.

His steps seemed heavy.

A burly general rushed over, blocking their way, his expression tense: "Young Master, where do you intend to go"

Song Qingyue sighed: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive. I just want to sit in my aunt's room for a while."

He said wistfully, "I miss her."

Xiao Shuang, who was tiptoeing past, suddenly pricked up her ears.

He turned back in a flurry, "Young Master!"

Song Qingyue looked at her: "What's the matter"

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His eyes were calm, but Xiaoshuang was so nervous her heart felt like it would stop beating.

"That... Young Master. I have just tidied up the late Princess Consort's room, and I lit some musk sandalwood incense. For a while, it is not convenient to go in."

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Song Qingyue didn't think much of it. She stopped, then let out a long sigh: "It can't be helped."

He turned his head to look at the burly general: "You see, it's always unavoidable, isn't it"ie.” Dou Zhao held his sword toward the two, asking: “Who set up this trap”Zhong Li Yan impatiently said: "Didn't I already say it was me!"Dou Zhao shook his head. "It wasn't you, you don't have that...