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Since that day, Leng Qinghuai's attitude towards Emerald Flower had improved significantly. At least when Emerald Flower sought him out again, it was no longer a case of her warm face meeting his cold shoulder.
Leng Qinghuai couldn't promise Emerald Flower a lifetime together; he only had ten short days left to be by her side. This love was half genuine and half illusory.
He could only treat her a little better, as a way to make up for his shortcomings.
On the night of the full moon, the Dongliang Kingdom would experience an unprecedented snowfall. This snow would quietly take away many things, such as beautiful memories, the budding love still shrouded in innocence, and of course, himself.
Taoist Xu Huai had informed him in a dream that on the night of the full moon, he would sever his earthly attachments and ascend to immortality.
At that time, he would be able to journey to the heavens above, seeking his "cause" and understanding his "effect."
In this cycle of cause and effect, once this matter was settled, perhaps they would never have the chance to meet again.
On this day, Leng Qinghuai was resting with his eyes closed in Ziyang Palace when he suddenly heard a dull thud coming from the next room.
He instinctively frowned; without needing to think too much, he knew it was Emerald Flower causing another commotion.
Stepping into the adjacent room, Leng Qinghuai stood at the doorway, looking over with a calm expression.
He saw Emerald Flower struggling to get up from the floor, tears welling in her eyes from the pain. Frowning at the bruises scattered across her body, she thought to herself, "How ugly! Qing Huai will definitely find me repulsive."
"Did you fall again?" Leng Qinghuai stepped forward a couple of paces, arms crossed over his chest as he coldly stared at her.
Emerald Flower swallowed hard, cursing the Daoist in her heart as she spoke, "What kind of useless medicine is this? It makes me faint three times a day, and they call it the first step to immortality. Who ever heard of someone becoming immortal by falling and stumbling their way to the sky?"
"Are you still taking those medicines?" Leng Qinghuai had always thought that while the Green-Robed Taoist had some skills, his behavior was quite strange. If the medicine he concocted had no effect, that would be one thing; what worried him was that it might harm Emerald Flower.
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Emerald Flower forced a smile and waved her hand.
She knew very well that if Leng Qinghuai found out she had spat blood on the ceiling this morning, he would surely grab her and give her a good scolding.
The Green-Robed Taoist said this was the second step to becoming immortal, called shedding one's old self.
Despite the intense pain, she put on a lewd expression and squeezed out a smile at Leng Qinghuai, saying, "Don't worry, Consort. As long as you’re willing, I have plenty of stamina. How about tonight…"
"Cut it out!" Leng Qinghuai shot her a glare. Seeing her eyes still sparkling with mischief, he figured she must be fine.
Emerald Flower gritted her teeth against the piercing pain and took one painstaking step after another out of the hall. Each step was incredibly difficult; her clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Yet she persisted, afraid that Leng Qinghuai would notice something was off and make her stop taking those medicines.
Having already taken so many pills, with only two left, she told herself that victory or defeat hinged on this moment—perseverance is victory. Even if it was poison, for the sake of being with Leng Qinghuai, she would swallow it without hesitation.
Suddenly, she felt something wet and reached up to touch her nose—she was bleeding again. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, "Isn't it just looking at handsome men that makes people nosebleed? This path to immortality is really too much!"
No way; she needed to replenish what she had lost and make up for all that blood.
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