64. Shangguan Ziyuan’s Worries
Tonight, under the crescent moon, a faint moonlight shone on the girl, filling her with melancholy.
Shangguan Ziyuan hadn’t forgotten what she saw before falling off the cliff.
Long Yingchi, her loyal guards, and the maids who had served her since childhood, all perished by the enemy’s blades.
They died for her, and yet she could do nothing.
Every time she recalled this scene, a heavy weight pressed down on her chest.
This weight made it difficult for her to speak or listen normally, forcing her to rely on her newly emerged self.
Closing herself off was perhaps the best way to cope with this bloody reality.
“If you want to jump, you won’t die from this height.”
A slightly mocking voice, laced with amusement, suddenly came from behind her.
“Huh?” Shangguan Ziyuan hurriedly turned around, but her feet slipped, and she fell.
In that instant…
A warm, gentle hand caught her, and she fell into someone’s arms.
“I was just joking. You weren’t actually going to jump, were you?” Gong Yiling chuckled. “They won’t come back to life even if you jump.”
Shangguan Ziyuan’s face darkened. “Why would you say such…”
“Perhaps you’re not aware, but dual personalities usually arise from trauma, although your situation is a bit special.”
Gong Yiling maintained her hold, racking her brains for something encouraging to say.
“But if you just run away from everything, leaving everything to your other self, will you be satisfied?”
Shangguan Ziyuan bit her lip.
How could she… be satisfied?
Hua Ye, Xing’er, Long Xiang, and Brother Yingchi’s deaths… she would never forget them.
Even if it meant sacrificing her dignity as a princess, as Shangguan Ziyuan, she would bring their killers to justice.
But…
“I… I can’t feel my spiritual energy… I…”
The girl’s hair began to change color, purplish-black spreading from the roots to the tips.
“I… I can’t do anything…”
She turned around excitedly, eager to finish her sentence, even willingly triggering her transformation.
Suddenly…
The night wind blew off her hat, revealing her adorable fox ears, but her eyes widened in surprise.
Gong Yiling had taken advantage of her turning around and stuffed a still-warm grilled fish skewer into her mouth.
“Mmm… mmm?”
Shangguan Ziyuan blinked in confusion.
“Even when you’re angry, you should eat with gusto. That’s what my father told me.” Gong Yiling patted Shangguan Ziyuan’s head, smiling.
When her hand brushed against the girl’s fox ears, she instinctively wanted to pinch them, but restrained herself.
She couldn’t leave the impression of being a perverted molester.
“Mmm…” Shangguan Ziyuan’s hair color remained in a state of flux, her eyes darting around nervously.
“It’s fine. Whether you want to talk as the black fox or your usual self, I don’t mind.”
Gong Yiling smiled. “But you should enjoy your late-night snack.”
She took out some grilled skewers, sat down on the roof, and began to eat.
“I’ve always wanted to try eating on the roof,” she said, her mouth full, swinging her legs. “It’s a shame I don’t have any soda. That would be perfect.”
Shangguan Ziyuan mumbled, “You shouldn’t talk… while eating.”
“The rules of the palace don’t apply to this Palace Master.” Gong Yiling shrugged. “Besides, your friend also likes to make loud noises while eating. You should know that.”
“I…”
Shangguan Ziyuan nodded silently, then sat down beside Gong Yiling and started eating her grilled fish.
Used to delicacies, Shangguan Ziyuan found this simple food surprisingly appealing.
Roughly made, not particularly visually appealing, and without any fancy spices.
But it was… delicious.
Unexpectedly delicious.
This time, although not made by Gong Yiling, the fish was heavily seasoned, the spicy and numbing flavor making it addictive.
And her hair color…
Was purplish-red.
“Someone who can eat and talk properly can also achieve what they want.”
Miss Gong looked at her, resting her chin on her hand. “And your worries are unfounded.”
“Huh?”
Gong Yiling said calmly,
“Your master only knows that your bloodline is special, but he doesn’t know that the power of a demonic bloodline can be awakened, or what it can do.”
“Although your dantian is damaged, that expired Nine Revolutions Heavenly Divine Pill, although not fully repairing it, has awakened your bloodline power, giving you a new path.”
Shangguan Ziyuan was taken aback. “What do you mean, Senior?”
“Let Little Black out. She can handle this better than you. You need to have a good talk with yourself about this power.”
Shangguan Ziyuan lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, her hair and tails were purplish-black, and her purple eyes sparkled with curiosity and an indescribable emotion.
If they weren’t on the roof, she might have pounced on Gong Yiling.
“Now, watch what I do.”
“Okay!”
Gong Yiling took a deep breath, extended her hand towards the sky, and chanted, “Hunyuan Demonic Art, Demonic Gloom.”
The previously clear sky suddenly darkened with clouds, obscuring the faint moonlight.
A simple darkening technique wasn’t difficult.
She had Little Black watch, partly because she didn’t want to explain her demonic cultivation, and partly because she wanted to witness Little Black’s legendary EX-rank spiritual talent.
“Now you try.”
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