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"Didn’t I teach you how to brew wine? Is this all the wine in the Underworld King’s Mansion?"

"You bet. We ghosts don’t drink much. These two jars are from when my father sealed them." Bu Qiao opened the jar, and immediately a rich aroma wafted out.

The entire Underworld Mansion was immediately filled with the scent of exquisite wine.

Lan Xi smelled it, and she felt her mouth watering, craving it immensely.

Bu Qiao handed the wine to her, and then took a jar himself, tasted a sip, and said: "This wine was meant for my wedding, left by my father. He can’t see it now, so I might as well drink it early."

Lan Xi drank the fine wine, forgetting all her worries and engrossed in the moment.

She patted Bu Qiao’s shoulder, and laughed: "You’re so righteous, my faith in you wasn’t misplaced."

Bu Qiao just smiled without a word.

If you’re talking about righteousness, it should be her.

Over the years, the Underworld relied on her generous assistance.

Otherwise, how could he reorganize the Underworld and make everything run smoothly?

Counting all things, she’s not only his savior but also a great benefactor to the people. No wonder she is a child born of Spiritual Energy, the inheritor of god.

She is special.

Lan Xi guzzled a big mouthful of wine, suddenly feeling dizzy, and had to admit the wine was indeed strong.

"Where did your father get this wine? Not only is it aromatic and delicious, but it’s potent too. Doesn’t seem like it’s from the Underworld." Lan Xi mumbled.

Bu Qiao explained: "It’s from the Wine Immortal in the Immortal Realm."

"What a favor!" Lan Xi knew well that the Wine Immortal’s wine wasn’t easily obtained.

Even the Heavenly Emperor would struggle to get his fine wine.

"That was my father’s great face!"

Lan Xi tilted her head, observing the man sitting beside her. His features remained handsome and elegant, and he seemed much older than her.

She could sense his melancholy, probably missing his father, or lamenting that he wasn’t as capable as him.

Lan Xi patted his shoulder, and resolutely said: "I believe in you. You’ll certainly become a dominant figure. Let’s finish this jar."

Bu Qiao looked at Lan Xi with gratitude, "I will not disappoint those who trust me."

"That’s right." Lan Xi laughed heartily, her inner gloom dispersed greatly.

The two quickly finished the wine in the jar.

Lan Xi got rarely drunk, and lay down with Bu Qiao and Xiao Gu on the cold steps of the Underworld Mansion, falling asleep.

Moonlight was bright, silver rays spilling over them.

The woman’s long hair spread across the ground, even with black patterns on her face, couldn’t hide her inherent nobility and purity.

Lan Xi had a dream.

Dreamed of Ah Qing whom she hadn’t seen for a long time!

He was scared away by her, saying he never wanted to see her again.

When Lan Xi woke again, she was back in the sleeping chambers of the Demon Palace.

She sat within the gauze canopy of the palace, white curtains fluttering.

She rarely slept in this chamber because it felt too cold. No wonder she dreamt when sleeping here.

Lan Xi rubbed her slightly dizzy head, put on shoes, and got out of bed.

Pushing the door open, she heard gentle music coming from the yard.

She felt the wind was high outside, turned back and took a coat to wear, following the sound.

Having spent so long in the Demon Realm, she rarely heard such fresh and lingering, emotionally stirring music.

Lan Xi guessed it might be Mi Xi’s new tune.

The sound grew closer, and she saw the person’s silhouette.

Sitting in the pavilion not far away was a person, back cool, ink-like hair draped over shoulders.

Because the sky was hazy and the distance obscured vision, she quickened her pace, heading into the pavilion.

As she approached, the music ceased.

Lan Xi calmly walked forward, speaking while walking: "Nice tune, why did you stop!"

She intended to advance, but the man playing the instrument stood up, turning to face her.

Two paces apart, she saw the man before her clearly.

The man had deep features, a cold air about him that repelled a thousand miles away.

He looked at her, face unchanging.

She instinctively stepped back, exclaiming: "Ah Qing!"

She imagined they would meet, come across each other.

Just didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly, unexpectedly encountering him.

She turned hurriedly, wanting to flee.

He grasped her wrist, pulling her back.

She accidentally collided into his arms, separated only by a fist’s distance, gazing at each other.

"Ah Qing!"

Upon hearing her familiar voice, all his years of loneliness and loss transformed into boundless tenderness.

He held her tightly, embracing her, "Lan Xi, I found the Ends of the World."

Lan Xi was slightly dazed, his warm body temperature made her feel unprecedentedly at ease.

Her voice slightly hoarse, "Where is it?"

Shaoqing held her hand, placing it on his heart, then gazed at her, word by word, "Here... where you are is my Ends of the World."

Lan Xi’s eyes burned, her nose unbearably sour.

"Lan Xi, do your words still count?"

Shaoqing tightly clasped her hand, face tense, fear that she might change her mind the next moment.

Lan Xi lowered her eyes, her gaze shifted elsewhere saying maybe, "I no longer have past glory, the Immortal Realm cannot accommodate me, my appearance’s ruined, only able to live in the dark Demon Realm. Do you still want to marry me?"

"I do! No matter what you become, you are ever my Lan Xi in my heart."

Lan Xi thought, having gone to the mortal world, he became more articulate.

If he wished, she would marry him.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting him hold her while a slightly cool kiss gradually deepened.

She could sense his hot breath and rapid heartbeat.

If possible, she wished to accompany him, live together till death.

Rarely did the Demon Palace welcome joyous days.

Lan Xi’s happiness led her to arrange dancing.

Since Shaoqing’s return, Lan Xi clearly became much more lively, her face restoring the smile of the past.

The Demon Palace’s back mountain had a beautiful Snow Maple Tree grove, each bloom time, snow-like petals would fall, draping the entire mountain in snow color.

Lan Xi found this was the only flower in the Demon Realm that could bloom extensively without sunlight and sufficient water, able to bloom three months each year.

And just as Shaoqing returned, he caught the Snow Maple Tree’s blooming.

Lan Xi had a sudden idea, ordering a wooden cabin be built on the mountain.

Bathed in the Snow Maple Tree’s cabin, though the sky remained foggy, it lacked the past chilliness.

These years, Shaoqing had learned to play music in the mortal world, cook well, and tell some cold jokes.

In total, he evolved from a dull, lonely, indifferent man into one who could speak sweet things, woo girls to laughs, a warm-hearted man.

After he returned, Lan Xi no longer managed Demon Realm affairs.

For her carefree cohabitation with Shaoqing, she found a seemingly competent man in the Demon Realm to act as proxy Demon Lord.