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"I didn't expect it to be so complicated," Yi Chen nodded.

The two then walked hand in hand in silence on the official road to Yun Shan County, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts, and didn't speak along the way.

They crossed through the bushes on both sides of the road, over the wildflowers by the roadside, and entered the city gates of Yun Shan County. The setting sun stretched their shadows long, and their pace became slower and slower.

However, even the slowest pace eventually comes to an end. By the time Ming Yue climbed up into the sky, they had already entered Ming Yue's residence.

"Daoist, before you leave, is there anything you would like to say to me?" Shui Lingyue suddenly spoke.

"Uh, Ling Yue, are there any big-mouth bass in Water Nymph Lake? I'm thinking of casting a few lines."

The air froze for two and a half seconds.

Shui Lingyue spoke again, her face expressionless this time.

"Maybe."

"Daoist, I've arrived. Ming Yue's residence has been unattended for a long time, and I won't ask you to stay the night. Please leave."

"Uh, fine then. Take care of yourself." Yi Chen touched his nose dejectedly, pushed the door open, and disappeared into the night.

Shui Lingyue was bright and atmospheric, soft as water, yet also unyielding as water.

Like a rose blooming furiously on a snow-capped mountain.

Both cool and passionate.

Her final words to Yi Chen, asking if he had anything to say, were the utmost limit of what she could do.

It was impossible for her to directly ask Yi Chen to stay.

In her most desperate moment, Yi Chen descended like a deity from the heavens. No one knew how thrilled she was to receive his transmission at the banquet.

It was as if a divine light had shone upon her, granting amnesty from heaven, illuminating every dark corner.

That was her feelings at that moment.

Thereafter, the shadow of a certain Daoist was deeply etched into her heart.

As the door closed with a creak, Shui Lingyue felt as if molten iron was pouring into her heart, suffocating her.

"All conditioned phenomena."

"Are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows."

"Like dew or lighting."

"They should be viewed thus."

She sighed and began to clean the room in another courtyard.

Not using any magical spells, she took a rag and started wiping carefully, cleaning every corner of the room, her knuckles turning white as if trying to scrub someone's shadow from her heart.

As she rubbed hard on the copper mirror in the room, and brushed away the thick layer of dust, a line of faint characters suddenly emerged at the bottom of the mirror.

"In front of Ming Yue's residence on a bright moonlit night."

"The moonlight is still as bright as silver."

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"A single turn of the head becomes a cold smile, thousands of springs away."

"Shining through the great expanse, clear as water, it once also illuminated the slightest speck of dust."

"Do not let the full moon's image replace your frowning eyebrows."

"On the three or five nights of human world, you missed the person in the mirror."

Signature: Chen Zengshou.

This was the handwriting of her uncle, who had died from injuries, presumably from the last moments of his life.

Looking at the beautiful reflection in the mirror, Shui Lingyue's suppressed emotions burst forth, and tears fell like shining drops.

"Let's forget it then. Don't think that I'm clinging to you."

Shui Lingyue stared at her reflection in the mirror, lost in thought.

She had her pride. In the past, she had given up a life of luxury for freedom, and today she would not relinquish her pride to be misunderstood.

Just then, a series of familiar meows came from outside the courtyard wall.

Followed by a series of steady knocking on the door.

"Who is it~" Shui Lingyue hurriedly wiped her tears, trying to stabilize her emotions, and called out with a soft voice.

"It is I, the World-Shaking Pure Yang, Yi Chengzi!"

A strong and powerful voice came through the door.

"What are you back for, didn't you leave?"

Shui Lingyue hastily adjusted her skirt in front of the copper mirror, taking three deep breaths before coming to the courtyard door.

"There's a problem with the plumbing in Ming Yue's residence, I've come to fix it."

"You're lying, the plumbing is fine."

Shui Lingyue glanced at the bamboo pipes used to transport spring water behind her, which were perfectly fine.

Annoyed, she opened the door, her heart fluttering like a young girl awaiting her lover.

The door gradually swung open.

A familiar, formidable silhouette entered her view.

Yi Chen had changed into a new Daoist robe and was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand.

"The flowers are beautiful, aren't they? I noticed you liked them when I came back, so I went out and had a bath, then saw a household with a rose garden in full bloom, and I plucked them all."

"A full ninety-nine, I didn't take any that were less than perfect."

Yi Chen grinned and hoisted the bouquet of roses he held.

"What are you back for~" Shui Lingyue saw the roses and her heart skipped a beat. She restrained her emotions, placed her hands on the door rings, ready to close the door at any moment.

"Let me in to talk," Yi Chen insisted, squeezing his way in and adopting a serious expression, his frivolous demeanor gone. He spoke gravely, "Ling Yue, are you afraid of death, afraid of becoming a widow? The kind that can't remarry – I'm a narrow-minded person!"

"Think carefully before you answer, I can give you half an hour!"

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"No need to think."

"To bind my feelings with you, I am willing to be dust and ash."

Shui Lingyue's pinky hooked around Yi Chen's, and under Miao Zi's witness, they made a promise.

No longer shy, she ignored the tears streaming down her face and threw herself into Yi Chen's arms like a swallow returning to the forest at dusk.

"Miao Zi, go out and buy some soy sauce."

"Don't come back if there's nothing important, even if it's not about someone getting chopped, still don't come back."

Yi Chen picked up Miao Zi by the scruff of its neck and placed it outside the door, then with a snap, the door closed abruptly.

Under the moon, the lovers were like jade.

Yi Chen smiled broadly, lifting the bashful Shui Lingyue into his arms to enter the room, while she buried her head into his chest, too shy to look around, her cheeks flushed a deep, dripping red.

"Gee, the room is all ready," he said.