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Mi Xi gazed deeply and said, "He is a man.

Despite the gap in your statuses, even though he has the ability to protect you and truly loves you, he still cannot withstand the idle gossip of the world.

Of course, he has never spoken of this, but he silently endures it in his heart.

As long as you say the word, he is willing to risk everything for you. "

Lan Xi nodded, acknowledging that Shaoqing had risked his life for her every time. As long as she desired something, even if it were the stars in the sky, he was willing to fetch them for her. In the end, even if it cost him his life, he still considered her.

"Now he has reincarnated, gained power, status, and a noble identity like yours. If you could be together, it would be a true match made in heaven," said Mi Xi.

"But now he’s forgotten me," Lan Xi felt a slight ache.

"So what? When you were twenty thousand years old and ventured into the Demon Realm, getting severely injured, didn’t you also forget him?

" Mi Xi continued, "He silently watched over you for ten thousand years, and even bore the punishment from the master and the Goddess. How do you think he endured that?"

Lan Xi lowered her head, staying silent.

Perhaps she was wrong!

Since childhood, she had always been lofty, used to being the center of everyone’s world.

She thought Ah Qing would always be by her side, and whenever she turned around, she would see him shielding her from the wind and rain.

One day, when he left.

He forgot her, and she was very angry.

"Senior brother, what do you think I should do?" Lan Xi bit her lip, her long lashes concealing the sadness in her eyes.

"Ask yourself? What do you want to do?" Mi Xi finished speaking and then turned to look at the Snow Maple Tree not far away.

The beautiful petals seemed as if they would never stop falling, fluttering and dancing. It was the only flower in the Demon Realm, but it was only white.

So beautiful, yet so painful!

Lan Xi summoned the Goddess Sword and began dancing under the Snow Maple Tree.

It had been many years since she last practiced swordplay, and she had not even unsheathed the Goddess Sword.

The longsword gleamed with a silvery light, causing countless petals to swirl in chaos, her ink-black hair and flowing skirt. At this moment, she resembled an ultimate beauty, like a watercolor painting, so beautiful, so cold, so carefree and easy, like the serene moonlight.

Mi Xi shook his head at this sight, his gaze gradually growing more profound.

The master once told him that no one could escape the word "love."

Lan Xi, Shaoqing, Ya.

And he believed that the most enduring love was not about possession.

But giving her eternal companionship through the ages.

His relationship with her was best kept as it was.

If he went further, unable to love, they’d become strangers.

Lan Xi had already given her heart to Shaoqing, and he didn’t want to become a stranger to her.

Therefore, he tried to keep his distance from Lan Xi.

To accompany her, protect her, and take care of her.

Perhaps, from the start, his unexpected affection should never have been.

After Lan Xi left, the petals of the Snow Maple Tree covered the ground.

Gu Mo had once been Lan Xi’s subordinate for five thousand years, and later, trusted by Lan Xi, was appointed as acting Demon Lord.

So after Lan Xi left, he became the true Demon Lord.

Lan Xi’s abilities were naturally evident to him.

In the past, the Demon Realm was impoverished, a scattered sand, constantly in conflict.

Under Lan Xi’s governance, the Demon Race’s residents gradually prospered, and interactions became harmonious.

She let Bu Qiao govern the Underworld, reorganizing the chaos left by the previous Demon Lord.

The Three Realms were now in a balanced power dynamic, mutually restraining one another, preventing easy wars from breaking out.

Thus, Gu Mo and Bu Qiao became drinking buddies, as they were both brought into this by Lan Xi.

Goddess Palace.

Lan Xi pushed open the door of Caixia Pavilion, and saw someone sitting in the garden.

With a jade crown binding his hair, a black robe embroidered with gold thread, a face of peerless beauty, and extraordinary grace.

Wasn’t that Quan Shaoqing!

Lan Xi’s gaze fell on the man, and after scrutinizing him for a moment, she asked, "What are you here for?"

"I..." Quan Shaoqing was immediately at a loss for words.

He had naturally come to make amends and, by the way, check on her injuries.

Now seeing Lan Xi standing before him unscathed, he couldn’t believe it for a moment.

He even doubted whether she had really been hit by the Heavenly Sword.

"Do you think you’ve beaten me?" Lan Xi stepped forward, standing in front of Quan Shaoqing.

Even though Quan Shaoqing was clearly taller than her, he was continuously pressed back by her imposing presence.

Lan Xi pressed closer with every step, reaching out suddenly to grab Quan Shaoqing’s collar, her expression serious, "Since you’re here at my Caixia Pavilion, prepare to be my guard for three years."

"Your Highness Lan Xi, I just came to see if your injuries were severe. Now that I see you’re unharmed, please excuse me," Quan Shaoqing caught Lan Xi’s hand and pushed it away.

Lan Xi didn’t give him the chance to escape, "Want to leave? That depends on whether you have the capability."

Quan Shaoqing just intended to move, but found himself as if bound by the Binding Spell.

He couldn’t even lift an arm.

"Your Highness Lan Xi, what exactly do you want?" Quan Shaoqing furrowed his sword-like brows, his gaze cold as an iceberg.

Lan Xi sat on a stone bench, lifting her gaze to the man in front of her, "You wounded me and angered me. What do you think I want?"

"You’re unreasonable. You drew your sword at me first, and it was you who stabbed me first. I was merely defending myself!" Quan Shaoqing thought he had never met such a willful woman in his life.

Simply too much.

"Did you get hurt?" Lan Xi asked, lifting her eyes.

Quan Shaoqing was immediately at a loss for words, then looked at the perfectly uninjured Lan Xi, and argued, "Aren’t you unharmed now?"

"Hmm!" Lan Xi raised an eyebrow, noting that after his reincarnation, this guy had become quite sharp-tongued.

"Isn’t that so?" Quan Shaoqing was unyielding.

After all, he was human, facing her head-on, indeed he couldn’t compete with Lan Xi.

Who made this woman the most powerful in both heaven and earth?

Even the Heavenly Emperor dared not offend her lightly.

And he was a mere mortal, only twenty thousand years old, though outstanding among the younger generation, he struggled against Lan Xi.

"Since you believe that, because I healed from your wound, it no longer involves you. Fine, I’ll gut you and then heal you. Consider this matter resolved," Lan Xi said coldly.

Quan Shaoqing’s face turned completely dark. Did this woman even listen to reason?

"Your Highness Lan Xi, you are nearly one hundred thousand years old. Isn’t it not quite right to argue with a younger person like this?"

"Are you saying I’m old?" Lan Xi stood up, facing Quan Shaoqing, her gaze cold. She felt indignant.

An immortal can live for a million years without issue, not to mention that as the Child of God, living for several million after becoming a deity wouldn’t be a problem.

Is a hundred thousand years considered old?

Quan Shaoqing realized that whatever he said was wrong.

He simply fell silent, saying nothing more.

Seeing his silence, Lan Xi grabbed his collar and directly pushed him onto the stone bench to sit.

Once he was seated, she swiftly untied his belt and opened his chest, revealing a solid chest.