blueteamnovel Chapter 247 Becoming The Same Existence As Fairy Su Su
Chapter 247 Becoming The Same Existence As Fairy Su Su
"Sigh~"
Seeing this scene, Lu Ningshuang couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling a surge of sympathy in her heart.
As someone who had come from the outside, she was well aware of Qin Mu's methods and ruthlessness. Anyone who entered this prison would suffer such torment.
But she was powerless to stop it. She was too weak and couldn't change anything.
"Your Majesty, how should these women be dealt with?"
Lu Ningshuang glanced at the trembling female prisoners.
These female prisoners were young, in their twenties, with beautiful appearances, graceful figures, and elegant temperament. They were all the daughters of noble families in the imperial city, accustomed to arrogance in their daily lives.
But now, they were all terrified, their faces pale, their hair ornaments in disarray, their clothes tattered, resembling beggars.
Qin Mu's gaze swept over this group of female prisoners, and his indifferent voice sounded:
"You will handle this matter."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ningshuang's face showed a hint of astonishment.
Hand it over to her?
Lu Ningshuang took a deep breath, suppressed her doubts, and respectfully said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Hmm."
Qin Mu nodded slightly, then glanced at Zhao Wanrong before turning and walking away. "Let's go."
"I understand, Your Majesty!"
Zhao Wanrong took a deep breath, suppressing her grief and shame, and followed behind Qin Mu, stumbling and swaying.
..........
At night, the stars filled the sky.
Deep within the imperial palace, a flame flickered and danced, like a seductive flower blooming.
That was where the Unending Palace was located.
"Boom boom boom—"
Accompanied by bursts of thunder, dark clouds rolled and lightning snakes darted, and a torrential rain suddenly poured down on the earth, submerging the entire palace in pouring rain.
Qin Mu stood in front of the palace gate, looking at the burning bonfire, his expression indifferent.
Lu Ningshuang stood by with a plate of hot food, motionless.
"Eat, after you finish eating, I have something to ask you." Qin Mu said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanrong's face turned as pale as snow, and her body trembled slightly.
She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she followed Qin Mu's orders, took the food box, and opened it to start eating.
It was a bowl of steaming Spirit Rice.
The rice grains were crystal clear and plump, emitting a tempting fragrance. It was made from extremely precious Spirit Rice, containing rich spiritual energy.
But Zhao Wanrong had no appetite at all. She lowered her head, her slender and white jade-like hand holding the chopsticks, constantly stirring the rice in front of her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, wetting the strands of hair on her temples.
Zhao Wanrong cried, her heart already in unbearable pain, tears flowing incessantly.
Her thoughts had drifted far away, and many scenes flashed through her mind.
She suddenly wanted to cry, to scream, but she struggled to suppress her impulses with all her might.
All of this, she buried deep in her heart, unnoticed by anyone, only strengthening her determination to survive.
After a long time, Zhao Wanrong reluctantly finished half a bowl of Spirit Rice, unable to swallow any more. She raised her head, her tearful eyes looking at Qin Mu.
"Your Majesty... I'm full now." Zhao Wanrong lowered her head, her tone humble and fearful.
"Hmm." Qin Mu nodded.
"Your Majesty, you may ask now." Zhao Wanrong said softly.
"Do you hate me?" Qin Mu's indifferent voice sounded.
"Hate?" Zhao Wanrong was taken aback, then shook her head bitterly.
"I dare not..."
Although she felt anger, humiliation, and hatred towards Qin Mu's actions.
But she understood her current identity and situation, knowing that there is nothing more important in this world than being alive.
Scenes from today in the dungeon flashed through her mind, her heart pounding.
"Are you afraid?" Suddenly, a voice came from in front of her.
Zhao Wanrong froze, struggling to lift her head, only to see a handsome face looking at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"No, no," Zhao Wanrong panicked and shook her head.
In that instant, she felt as if she had been seen through.
She felt that Qin Mu could read her heart.
All her secrets were laid bare before him.
"Is that so?" Qin Mu raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly as he asked, "Do you know why those aristocratic youths are so infatuated with a fairy like Su Su?"
"I don't know..." Zhao Wanrong whispered.
She didn't pay attention to those brothels, so how could she know why those people pursued Su Su?
"Because Su Su is a Monster Saint of the Fox Clan, and also a pet raised by me," Qin Mu said leisurely, "It was I who bewitched those aristocratic youths, so they became so infatuated."
"What?!" Zhao Wanrong widened her eyes in disbelief as she looked at Qin Mu.
A Monster Saint of the Fox Clan!!
Sure enough, she guessed right. This matter was actually related to Su Su.
In that instant, Zhao Wanrong felt her heart sink to the bottom of the valley.
"I have already issued the decree, she is the only concubine of my Great Qin Dynasty," Qin Mu's voice remained indifferent.
"Gasp..."
Zhao Wanrong took a sharp breath, finally understanding the extent of Qin Mu's determination.
This man actually planned to make a Monster Saint of the Fox Clan his concubine?
Qin Mu looked down at Zhao Wanrong, who was kneeling on the ground, and calmly said, "What about you? Do you want to become someone like Su Su?"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Wanrong's body trembled violently.
She could hear the hidden meaning in Qin Mu's words.
Su Su was a pet raised by Qin Mu, and so was she.
Zhao Wanrong lowered her head, struggling with her gaze.
Qin Mu reached out and grabbed Zhao Wanrong's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Answer my question," he said.
Zhao Wanrong winced in pain as Qin Mu held her jaw, her body trembling, tears streaming down her face.
"I... I'm willing..." Zhao Wanrong gritted her teeth, her heart as lifeless as ashes, tears flowing like a spring.
"Very well," Qin Mu nodded, released Zhao Wanrong, and a hint of anomaly curved his lips.
"In that case, I will give you a Spirit Pill to help you undergo a rebirth."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Immediately, Lu Ningshuang came over holding a wooden box.
The box was intricately carved with delicate patterns, and a faint glow enveloped its surface, vaguely revealing a golden dragon shadow entwined around it.
Opening the box, there lay a bright red pill, with a faint mist rising from it, appearing extremely mysterious.
Zhao Wanrong's pupils contracted, her breathing quickened.
Although she didn't recognize this pill, she instinctively felt its magic and extraordinariness.
In fact, she could clearly feel the tremendous benefits this pill would bring to her cultivation.
"Take this pill," Qin Mu said calmly.
Without hesitation, Zhao Wanrong picked up the Spirit Pill and swallowed it.
In an instant, the potent medicinal power turned into a warm energy that spread throughout her body, soothing her entire being.