The villain's daily corpse collection

Wang Wei protested: "This is totally unreliable. If I understand correctly, the above words are just common sense. At certain moments, making some choices that go against principles is not a serious crime. Why should I pay the price of my life for a trip? What's more, this is a dream, not reality."

Chun He firmly retorted, "A cultivator should be firm in his original intention and never waver. The dreamer is not an ordinary mortal. If he cannot give up these desires, then what is the point of cultivating the Tao? It is better to be an ordinary person and experience greed, anger, ignorance and resentment."

Wang Wei didn't expect that she would reply to him with such opinions. She didn't know what kind of person she was.

She has tasted greed, anger, and ignorance, and drank up all the rage, resentment, and sorrow. It seems that all the evil in the world has been manifested in her since she was born.

It was only after a long time that she realized that she was different from others. And all her actions were defined as "evil". They attacked her in the name of eliminating evil, even though she had just awakened her spiritual wisdom and did not understand what evil was.

Now, because of some broken dream, she once again reviewed her divine life and denied her past. Looking back, she had done almost all the warnings in the scarlet letter. But this time, she would die if she did it again.

Let people follow their heart, but who can suppress the evil part of their heart every time?

She absolutely could not let herself be buried in such an illusory dream and end up in the sea on this absurd journey.

"How did people like An Zhongyan get through this? Given their personalities, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive more than half of the dream." She didn't give up.

"The An family has the Supreme God Ancestor. Although the gods cannot stay in the Sea Realm, there are many magical weapons in the Heaven Realm. There must be something that can temporarily restrain the Sea Realm... They are not with us, and we are not on good terms, so I don't know how they got here."

Wang Wei: “…”

God, please be a human being.

If she had known earlier, she would have gone with the princess no matter what. Planning a coup and overthrowing a regime is much easier than racking your brains to cross the sea.

Legend has it that there were eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. The once powerful demon god had no choice but to fight for his life. Without the divine body and power, she admitted that her mind was a little confused.

On the other hand, while Wang Wei was still waiting to leave, An's men had already returned to Yangyue City smoothly.

This incident was a heavy loss for the Yangyue An family, and the overall morale was low, except for Princess You Yunxian and the four servants. Seeing everyone like this, Chief Steward An ordered that no one should mention anything about what happened in Tianzhou. If anyone asked about Young Master An, they should say that he met a god in Tianzhou and went to practice with him.

Although such a thing would be revealed sooner or later, it would still take him a long time to make new plans for the An family. He also had to stabilize the military spirit and then select a new successor for the prince from the clan before going to Tianzhou. He could not let the previous plan go to waste.

Manager An calculated and looked at You Yunxian who looked fine at the side: "Princess, how are you going to explain the matter of Tianzhou to the prince?"

You Yunxian said, "When the prince wakes up, I will personally go and tell him. Steward An, you should take a rest after such a long journey."

Chief Steward An responded: "Thank you for your concern, Princess. I can still bear it."

He sneered in his heart, it is you who should rest when we get back, Princess.

It was the second day of the second month of the Yue calendar, and the Flower Festival was in full swing in Yangyue City, Yangdu.

In the Zhongyue Dynasty, the Flower Festival and the Three Yuan Festival are equally grand and solemn festivals, and are both called national festivals. Because it rains during the Flower Festival in February, it is also a major "water storage festival" in the mortal world.

As the name suggests, the "Water Storage Festival" is a festival for storing water. Water comes from rainwater from the sky and is the only source of water for everyone's survival today.

Legend has it that the twelve kingdoms of the world were in turmoil and wars continued for six hundred years, causing great suffering to all living beings. This angered the gods, so they punished the earth and stopped raining for the mortal world. After that, the earth cracked, lakes and rivers dried up, and a drop of water was worth a thousand gold. Later, a man saved his mother by using his blood as water, which moved the gods and finally sent down the rain.

But the punishment from God seemed to continue, and people summed up a pattern from their long-term production experience: God always makes it rain during the Sanyuan Festival.

The Shangyuan Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and Xiayuan Festival every year are also the birthdays of the Three Emperors, so people all over the world worship the three great gods of heaven, earth and water, and there are countless temples dedicated to the Water Emperor.

Therefore, the titular "Water Emperor" was quite overwhelmed in his daily work. After all, the aquatic creatures that actually brought rainfall were under the jurisdiction of the Demon God Bo Shangwang, and he really didn't understand matters related to precipitation.

Later, somehow, during the Flower Festival in February, raindrops began to drip. Although not much, they were precious. The government discovered this special situation and designated the Flower Festival as one of the major national festivals. The business-savvy people of Yangyue also quickly discovered the great business opportunities in February.

At this time, the streets and alleys of Yangyue City were bustling with activity. Although it was misty and rainy, everyone walked on the streets, feeling the rare moist and fresh air. People on both sides of the road were holding containers to store water, and everyone had a long-lost smile on their face.

After the rain, young boys and girls would go out to the countryside to enjoy the springtime. They would catch butterflies, taste flower cakes, and make paper cuts to pray for blessings. The streets would also be decorated with lights at night, and people would play flower games, buy various flower products, and have fun together.

The girls worshipped the flower god and prayed that they would be as vigorous as flowers after rain. They wore colorful clothes like flowers and walked on the street. The rules in Yangdu were relatively strict, especially in Yangyue City. Such festivals were also a rare opportunity for Yangdu girls to go out.

Du Ximiao, the seventh daughter of the Yangdu royal family, went out on this day in plain clothes. Not only did she not put on any makeup, she even simply fixed her hair with a plain hairpin and asked Niyun, who was following her, to do the same.

Since Niyun followed the Seventh Prince, she felt that she had unprecedented courage. When she was out of tune with others, she no longer cared about other people's eyes like before. Even the prince didn't care, so what did she have to worry about?

But where on earth was His Highness going that he needed to be dressed like this? Niyun didn't understand, but she didn't ask any more questions.

They walked through the crowded streets and into the winding alleys. Du Ximiao walked very fast and Niyun could not keep up. She tried to hold the hand of the prince as usual, but Du Ximiao ignored her and seemed to shake her hand away.

But she still gave a piece of advice - don't panic no matter what happens, just stand where you are.

After walking for another half a cup of tea, the two finally arrived at an inconspicuous house. Du Ximiao picked up the rusty door and knocked seven times in a regular pattern, and someone inside opened the door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man. When he saw that the person coming was Du Ximiao, his eyes showed some deliberateness, but what he said was: "Come to make a deal?" Du Ximiao snorted in response.

The man said, "Liu Zhongyue."

Du Ximiao continued: "In the middle of the sentence."

Niyun didn't understand, but probably guessed that it was underworld jargon. "Liu Zhongyue" means one-five-two, and Zai Zhong means "forty-five", which is a series of secret words for entering the house. After successfully matching the secret code, the man stepped aside to let Du Ximiao in, but stopped Niyun.

Du Ximiao asked what she meant, and the man replied that of course he wanted to search her to see if she had any weapons. Du Ximiao first squinted her eyes and looked at the man for a long time, and then she teased, "My lord, you have evil intentions." The man smiled playfully, and didn't seem to take her, the emperor's daughter, seriously.

"Stop making trouble and come in." A calm and clear male voice came from inside the house. There were five men sitting in the house. Hearing the familiar voice, Du Ximiao didn't expect that he had also come to the rally.

He was the first aide to the great emperor, Prince Xian, and also the first young and handsome top scholar when the imperial examinations were resumed a few years ago - Ji Qing.

This number one scholar had indeed passed the exam based on his own ability. At that time, the emperor's son had just been conferred the title of Prince Xian and was in the limelight. Ji Qing resolutely chose this "broad road".

In troubled times, a "tyrant" is needed. This is Ji Qing's political concept. He believes that only monarchs who dare to take the lead, are decisive and domineering can become great emperors. Those who are cowardly and timid are not worthy of joining this power struggle. These words, he meant, that is, the second emperor's son, Prince Qing.

Du Ximiao didn't know him very well, but she had a favorable impression of him. However, she didn't want to see him today.

"I wonder what important matter has His Majesty the Seventh Prince summoned us all here for?" Ji Qing got to the point.

"I didn't call you here, why did you come?"

"What is this, Your Highness the Seventh Prince? You want to flirt with our number one scholar without knowing the occasion. There are so many grown men here. If you don't know the etiquette, pour us a pot of tea first." The middle-aged man who opened the door just now forced his way into the conversation.

Du Ximiao stared at the man motionlessly. Ni Yun signaled to the princess to let her go, but was stopped by the man again.

"Who allowed you to bring people here, Your Highness the Seventh Princess?" The man continued speaking, "We are all used to the service of Your Highness the Seventh Princess. Every time we plan important matters with the prince, Your Highness comes to serve us tea and water. Don't you agree?" Several people sitting in the hall echoed.

"I'll go right away." Du Ximiao smiled and clenched her back teeth, then turned her head to signal Niyun not to worry about it.

"That's right!" The man chattered, "Why didn't the Seventh Prince wear makeup in the recent meetings? And she was dressed so conservatively. It reminded me of the first time I met the Seventh Prince. She was truly a beauty."

"Lord Sun has a really good memory. I really feel sorry for him."

"I remember that too. She had such a beautiful figure at such a young age. She was even more beautiful than Zhi Weiqiu's top girl!"

"Enough." Ji Qing said calmly, stopping them from speaking.

Niyun was terrified when she heard this. What kind of beasts were they? What on earth did they do to His Highness? !

After a while, Du Ximiao came with a set of exquisite purple clay teapot.

"My lords, please have some tea." Du Ximiao walked into the main hall with light steps and served tea to everyone. Her tone became soft and charming. "If you don't ask me to bring a man, then it will be fine if you bring a woman." After she finished speaking, she raised her sleeves to cover her face and smiled, and everyone laughed too.

"You haven't been here for such a long time, you wouldn't have poisoned me, right?" an adult said jokingly, and everyone immediately looked at Du Ximiao.

Du Ximiao took her time, poured a cup, and drank it all in one gulp. She then took off the silver hairpin from her head and put it into the teapot to stir it gently. Her smooth black hair instantly fell down, making her face even more charming and attractive.

The silver hairpin did not change color.

"Your Excellency, you want me to take off my hair right in front of you. This really makes me embarrassed."

All the adults in the hall were smiling happily, and took the opportunity to take advantage of Du Ximiao while she was pouring tea. Du Ximiao's breath was unstable, but she did not dodge and smiled along. Niyun's tears rolled in her eyes. She never thought that His Highness would be in such a situation.

Ji Qing frowned in displeasure.

"My Lords, let me tell you a story..." She was interrupted by another adult as she was talking, "What story can be as good as the dance you performed five years ago! Your Highness is so tasteful that he even brought Zhi Weiqiu's dancer costume. Wow, it's really the best in the world."

Ni Yun almost suffocated and fainted after hearing this. Zhi Weiqiu was a well-known brothel in Yangyue City, and five years ago, the princess was only eleven or twelve years old, and they actually!

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Du Ximiao laughed with them. But there was endless madness in his laughter, which was louder and happier than the voices of everyone else present, and he laughed so hard that he fell backwards and was extremely exaggerated.

When the men saw Du Ximiao acting so crazy, they all stopped laughing and started pointing fingers at him, "What a lunatic!"

Du Ximiao raised her eyebrows and pretended to be coquettish: "It's all Lord Chen's fault for interrupting me just now. My story is quite long, but I was worried that you couldn't hear it, so I made it short."

Some people felt slightly unwell.

"I was born in the cold palace. I'm sure everyone knows that I followed my brother the emperor when I was eleven years old and had the chance to meet all of you. I know each of you here and have seen your methods. Unfortunately-"

She paused, "Your Excellencies have never seen my methods."