I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 419 Mu Jun Chang'an, Princess Yue Luo

Qianqiu Chang'an stood up and bowed. Su Fengjun then left, and Qianqiu Chang'an also went out towards Zhongli Yueluo's room.

In the room, Qianqiu Chenghuan slowly peeled off a layer of disgusting, cracked skin from her face.

Looking at the face in the illusion mirror, a face filled with hatred, envy, and jealousy, she hated that she had ultimately become her.

I touched it, pinched it; it felt so real, but was it her voice, or was it really her?

He held a dagger in his hand and plunged it into the mirror.

But all of this is an illusion, like a pebble dropped into water, only creating ripples before disappearing.

She could laugh heartily, and even the maids serving her were terrified of her.

Then, there was a knock on the door. Hu Yue stood there, holding a map in her hand, and a servant next to her was holding a jar.

The jar had a wrinkled seal on it, but who knows what kind of weird thing was sealed inside.

Qianqiu Changhuan had little contact with Hu Yue, and neither had any particular feelings for her nor any ill will towards her.

She was just a middleman. Hu Yue raised an eyebrow and had someone put the jar in her room.

"This is the princess's order; I'm sending you to Ghost Sorrow Abyss."

"I believe you have already discussed the detailed plan with the princess. This is something that cannot be modified, the original form of the plague demon."

She lowered her eyes, her gaze filled with malice, and gave a soft reply, placing the jar there.

She glanced at the contents sealed in the jar.

Thinking that since Zhong Liyu said that injecting this into He Yuhuan's body would bring them eternal damnation.

Now that she's already in the abyss, no one else should have an easy time.

He then put the jar into his storage container.

In order to make herself look more like Zhongli Yueluo.

She learned her walking posture, imitated her demeanor, and even learned the way she spoke and her tone of voice.

He made himself feel disgusted while forcing himself to do it. Even Chang Yuxuan admired him; he was truly a ruthless person.

Qianqiu Chang'an walked to Zhongli Yueluo's door and stood outside feeling somewhat awkward.

After all, many years have passed.

It is irrational to judge the person in front of you based solely on remnants of memory.

Zhongli Yuelu seemed to sense some movement outside the door. She coughed lightly and said one word: "Come in."

The voice was still the same familiar voice, and the atmosphere inside the room was also familiar as he pushed open the door.

She was exactly the same when she was with him, and her face was the same face that haunted his dreams.

She was the person he longed to hold in his arms day and night.

But he knew that all of this was just his delusion. Zhongli Yueluo stood there, motionless and silent.

He felt as if there was an invisible wall separating them.

I opened my mouth, but my throat felt dry and hoarse, and I couldn't speak.

"sit."

Her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, revealing two shallow dimples, and her smile was radiant.

Qianqiu Chang'an walked to the table and sat down. A cup of tea had already been poured for him; it was unclear whether it was prepared for him.

"Drink tea."

Zhongli Yueluo sat opposite him, gently swirling her teacup, her eyes narrowed as she pondered how to speak to him.

"Princess, what brings you here?"

He knew he couldn't call her by her name anymore; if he did, it would be an overstepping of his bounds!

"I wanted to tell you about Qianqiu Changhuan. I'm sure you already know, I got news about her from Luohua..."

She didn't finish her sentence, still carrying a hint of probing.

Is Chang'an still the same Chang'an it was back then?

"Princess, just do as you please. What's the point of asking Chang'an? I'll do whatever you want."

Zhongli Yueluo was taken aback. Qianqiu Chang'an's eyes held a myriad of emotions, and he seemed to regard her somewhat like his own younger sister.

Or perhaps it's a case of transferring one's feelings for their own sister onto her.

If she is free from the troubles of love, that would be good, since she already has no extra heart to spare for anyone else.

"May I call you Brother Chang'an?"

His eyebrows were curved, and his eyes seemed to hold a galaxy.

She looked at Zhongli Yueluo, and his intense admiration for her had gradually transformed into heartache for her.

I would like to treat her like my own younger sister and pamper her.

Thinking of this, for a fleeting moment, the face of Qian Qiu Chang Huan flashed through his mind.

Although they are domineering, they are, after all, siblings from the same mother.

“Princess, it is inappropriate for you to call me brother, after all, we are of different status.”

After saying this, his lips formed a line, as if he wanted to say something else, but Zhongli Yueluo pressed him for more information.

"Brother, is there anything else you would like to say?"

"No matter what she has done wrong, she is still my sister. I hope the princess will spare her life."

His eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Zhongli Yueluo would agree to his request; in the end, he was still too soft-hearted.

"I'm sorry, Chang'an, although I call you brother, I can't agree to this."

Zhongli Yueluo is not a soft-hearted person; those who deserve to be killed must die!

A layer of sadness was visibly etched on Qianqiu Chang'an's face.

He also knew that his sister had made too many mistakes.

"Princess……"

"Brother Chang'an, let me put it another way: if she lives and I die, what would you choose?"

Her eyes were now piercing, the bright smile from moments before gone.

Qianqiu Chang'an gave a wry smile: "Then..."

"So, are you going to stand against me just because we're blood relatives?"

"Then why don't you do it now? Of course, I mean, try and see if you can kill me?"

Zhongli Yueluoyue knew that what she was doing was extremely cruel to Qianqiu Chang'an.

His personality is inherently gentle and a bit too kind; if no one forces him, he'll be fine.

He always finds himself in a dilemma, so why doesn't she make the decision for him?

"Hmm? Chang'an?"

"Princess, you've known all along that I wouldn't lay a hand on you, so why say such things to provoke me?"

His tone was filled with sadness and a hint of helplessness. His eyes, trembling as he looked at Zhongli Yueluo, were gentle, bright, and filled with resentment.

Zhongli Yueluo would only glance at him before turning her head away, and even then, she would feel a tightness in her chest.

But all of this must eventually come to an end.

"Chang'an, when you step out of this room, you will be Lord Mu, and I will be the princess."

"Yes, Chang'an knows, Princess. May I hold your hand again? I never got to hear from you again about our next trip."

Zhongli Yueluo squinted, took a sip of tea, stood up, and walked towards Qianqiu Chang'an.

He looked up at her and saw the heavy emotions weighing on her eyes.

She reached out her hand, tilted her head, and smiled faintly.

Qianqiu Chang'an wished this moment could last forever, just wanting to see her smile at him.

His hand trembled as he raised it, knowing that after this touch, he would become the revered Mu Jun, and she would become the princess who bore the weight of the world's suffering.

I'm a little reluctant to part with it.

"I promise you, once the world is at peace, I will invite you to visit the Myriad Flower Pavilion together again, how about that?"