She staggered as she poured herself another cup and turned to Dong’er, “Finally, I want to thank my big sister Dong’er from after my rebirth. I might forget you in the next life, but I will definitely do my best to remember what happened between us. Even if it is a bit…..it would be good!”
This night was very long, but also very short. Luo Qing Chen didn’t stay long and returned to the human world with Murong Ming as soon as the sun came up.
After all, Ten Thousand Ghost City wasn’t a place for the living like her…...
A lot of things happened during her absence. Su Luo Luo had fallen into madness, saying every day that someone wanted to kill her.
Murong Han Xuan couldn’t take it as he locked her in the cold palace, but his body was getting more and more tired during this time, strangely tired.
Others didn’t know why these two suffered, but Luo Qing Chen was very clear.
Murong Ming’s methods were extreme, killing a person was definitely the kindest thing for him.
But as for Su Luo Luo and Murong Han Xuan, he wasn’t willing to show mercy.
The witch clan was punished for going against the heavens on the life and death stage. Fire rained down over the witch clan for half a month, so there wasn’t even a single blade of grass left. Even the divination altar no longer existed.
Not long after, Murong Han Xuan died. He never had a son, so there was no one to take the throne.
The throne wasn’t empty for long, it was eventually succeeded by general Zhen Yuan. He changed the name of the country to: Zhou.
This was all planned by Murong Ming. General Zhen Yuan was a prince who had reincarnated from the Murong Clan of seven hundred years ago.
Although he hadn’t had blood relations to the Murong Clan for a long time, it didn’t seem to matter.
The world was united for a long time and it would eventually separate. The Murong Clan had ruled the Mu An Country for seven hundred years, it was time to change the head.
In the mortal world, everything seemed to have come to an end.
That day, Luo Qing Chen had nothing to do, so she opened Murong Ming’s imperial tomb.
When she walked in, she could still hear the chirping of the sisters and the scene of their first encounter appeared in front of her.
They were still enemies back then, but now she was sad because their soul had scattered.
There was the ice crystal coffin in the center of the third floor, there was still the creaking sound that came when she stepped on the ice floor.
She slowly came over and lazily leaned the ice coffin. She learned from Murong Ming and casually tapped it.
She cleared her throat and learned from his tone as she said, “Seven hundred years, you are the first person to come here.”
“Ah.” Before she could enjoy the pleasure of imitating him, she was suddenly taken by the waist and she fell into the ice coffin.
“Sneaking into my room, what do you want to do?” Murong Ming tightly hugged her with a gentle look in his eyes.
He just went to the underworld to take care of something, why did this girl have nothing to do and come to this imperial tomb.
“I…..” Luo Qing Chen pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but she was stopped by his cold lips, as he softly kissed her, bringing the unique faint scent he had.
After a while, he slowly let her go as his lips curled into a lazy smile, “I ask the mistress to come home.”
“Such a cold home!” Luo Qing Chen acted proud and looked dissatisfied.
But with a faint blue glow, the ice coffin changed and turned into a soft bed.
He took her in his embrace and whispered in her ear, “Wife, let’s sleep!”
“This looks quite strange……”
“Why is it strange?”
“It seems like we’re in the underworld.”
“But you are my ghost bride!”
“Hee, hee, that’s true!”