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Demons are also living creatures. Since she had killed the Demon Lord and taken his place, it was only natural that she should shoulder the responsibilities of the Demon Lord.

She set about reorganizing the Demon Realm, not seeking to make it stronger than the Immortal Realm, but at the very least, to provide a comfortable life for everyone.

Mi Xi remained in the Demon Realm to assist Lan Xi. Even though he was nothing but a cripple here, with Lan Xi around, no one dared to trouble him.

Even if he was not a demon, he still held an unsurpassed position in the Demon Realm.

Five thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Mi Xi traversed the Demon Realm, searching through all the ancient texts of the Underworld, and even entrusted others to search the Heavenly Book within the Immortal Realm, hoping to find a way to save Lan Xi.

But in the end, he came up empty-handed.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Palace.

Pretty palace maids dressed in snow-white gauze skirts bustled about, carrying fruit in their hands.

The cold palace walls were adorned with colorful silks, and the tables and chairs were draped in fine embroidered cloth, with black Demonic Flowers climbing the walls.

Although the sky remained dark, and the flowers were also black, the constant movement of the palace staff breathed some life back into this once silent palace.

On the high throne, a woman in a light green gauze dress held a wine jug, still fast asleep.

Everyone knew that Your Highness Lan Xi enjoyed drinking, hence the citizens of the Demon Realm developed their own wine, brewed with the purest sweet dew from the central ley lines of the realm.

With Lan Xi’s reign, the forces of the Demon Realm gradually united.

The Demon Lord had Seven Great Protectors who assisted Lan Xi in managing the realm’s affairs.

Under Lan Xi’s leadership, the people of the Demon Realm learned to gather light and weave, to farm crops. Although life was not rich, it was peaceful and happy.

Lan Xi also taught them cultivation methods to avoid malevolent thoughts, allowing many who suffered extreme wickedness in the Demon Realm to find liberation.

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Realm.

It had been fifteen thousand years since Crown Prince Ya began his secluded cultivation.

By the time he emerged, he had attained the strength of an Immortal Venerable.

Among the younger generation, he was recognized as the strongest.

The first thing Crown Prince Ya did after ending his seclusion was to visit Lan Xi at the Goddess Palace.

Upon his arrival at the Goddess Palace, Lan Yan was not home.

He was led by the fairies to the Caixia Pavilion.

Standing outside Caixia Pavilion, he could hear the cheerful laughter of the women inside.

He restrained the longing in his heart, waiting for Zi Yun to report before he strode through the main entrance.

At that moment, in the courtyard outside Purple Mist Pavilion.

A young girl in a light blue gauze dress sat upright on a stone bench, surrounded by embroidery work.

Clearly, she was embroidering.

The girl’s features were identical to that of Lan Xi from the past, but there was a notable absence of her former nobility, replaced instead with a simplicity and tenderness.

"Lan Xi!" Ya approached happily, looking into the girl’s dark eyes with excitement.

"Who are you?" Lan Xi put down her embroidery, her bright eyes sizing up Ya.

"You don’t remember me?" Ya felt that Lan Xi seemed different somehow, yet he couldn’t quite place the feeling.

Lan Xi shook her head.

Standing to the side, Zi Yun quickly explained, "Crown Prince, our Your Highness Lan Xi once prayed for the world’s blessings and was injured, forgetting all of her past."

"Forgot the past?" Ya, looking at the girl with innocent eyes before him, felt a pang of heartache.

Last time she lost all her cultivation, and now she’d been injured again, and he hadn’t been there for her—it was his negligence.

"Lan Xi!" Crown Prince Ya stepped forward and took the girl’s hand, his gaze resolute, "Let’s get married. From now on, I will take good care of you."

Zi Yun, hearing this, said nothing further, promptly withdrew, and reported the matter to the Goddess.

What Crown Prince Ya saw was Lan Xi, but also not Lan Xi.

Because, she was created by the Goddess using a Golden Lotus Seed, simply attached to a fragment of Lan Xi’s soul.

If that fragment of soul were gone, she would be nothing at all.

Although the fact that Lan Xi was still alive was known by many in the Immortal Family,

over the years, the Heavenly Emperor had decreed that no one was permitted to mention Lan Xi, thus there were no discussions about her.

The Goddess nurtured that fragment of Lan Xi’s soul, and throughout these years, she had never set foot outside.

Crown Prince Ya did not know what exactly had happened to Lan Xi, and the entire Goddess Palace took great care of that fragment of her soul, as if it were Lan Xi herself.

The events from five thousand years ago were completely unspoken of by everyone.

"Goddess, Crown Prince Ya is here to see Your Highness Lan Xi. Should I tell him about Lan Xi’s situation?" Zi Yun asked respectfully in front of the Goddess.

Upon hearing this, the Goddess shook her head and said, "Crown Prince Ya has always been fond of Lan Xi. If he were to know the truth, I fear another major incident would occur."

"But we can’t keep it from him forever, can we?" Zi Yun asked worriedly.

Paper cannot contain fire; everyone knows that.

"It all depends on what the Heavenly Emperor decides. Just take good care of Lan Xi," the Goddess instructed.

Zi Yun still felt it unfair for Lan Xi, with Crown Prince Ya as her future husband. During her most difficult time, he was not by her side.

What was the point now that he came to visit her?

This Lan Xi was not the same Lan Xi as before.

Although Ya noticed some differences in Lan Xi, he did not think much of it, assuming she was injured and her personality had changed.

With time passing by, a thousand years went by in the blink of an eye.

The relationship between Crown Prince Ya and Lan Xi became extraordinarily close.

Seeing his son’s genuine affection for Lan Xi, the Heavenly Emperor dared not reveal the events that happened six thousand years ago.

Finally, one day, Ya requested the Heavenly Emperor to hold his marriage ceremony with Lan Xi.

The Heavenly Emperor pondered for a while and finally nodded his agreement.

But he had a condition.

"You may marry, but Lan Xi’s cultivation is not sufficient. You cannot yet succeed the throne of the Heavenly Emperor."

Crown Prince Ya shared the news with Lan Xi, and the Lan Xi in the Purple Mist Pavilion agreed.

Thus, the Heavenly Emperor chose to hold the wedding ceremony for the two one year later.

Demon Realm.

Mi Xi received this news, his feelings indescribably complex.

And now the day of Lan Xi and Crown Prince Ya’s grand wedding had arrived.

Crown Prince Ya is to marry Lan Xi, but the real person is in the Demon Realm. Then who is the woman in the Purple Mist Pavilion?

On the tiger-skin chair in the Demon Palace, Lan Xi’s face was veiled in light gauze, lying there silently asleep.

She had been asleep for over a dozen days and Mi Xi hesitated, unsure whether to tell her.

However, she had annulled her marriage with Crown Prince Ya, and now another woman was taking her place to marry into the Heavenly Family.

He thought Lan Xi would surely be unwilling at heart!

The disaster in the Mortal World back then was all due to the Heavenly Emperor’s mistake. Lan Xi may not have spoken of it, but she harbored a deep grudge against the Heavenly Emperor.

"Senior brother, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t keep pacing in front of me; it disturbs my sleep," Lan Xi said, lifting her head and glaring at the man in front of her.

Mi Xi hesitated for a moment but felt it was necessary to tell Lan Xi.

"Junior sister, I just received news from the Immortal Realm..." Mi Xi stopped mid-sentence.

Lan Xi rose from the chair impatiently, saying, "Speak up!"

"Crown Prince Ya is getting married," Mi Xi said, looking at Lan Xi, watching for any change in her expression.

Upon hearing this, Lan Xi merely paused momentarily, then stood up from the chair with indifference, saying, "His marriage has nothing to do with me, for the bride is not me."