The wind on the Zhuxiantai is as sharp as a knife.
Ling Qingyuan sat on her knees in the middle of the cold jade platform. The place where the immortal bones had been gouged out was so empty that even her soul was trembling.
Blood spread from her chest, dyeing her snow-white fox fur red, and also dyed the last light in her eyes red.
She raised her eyes and looked at the man standing not far away.
Mo Yuan.
The prince of the heavenly realm, respected by the three realms, was also the person she had loved for a whole thousand years.
At this moment, he was holding in his hand a piece of immortal bone that was as white as jade and glowed with the light of nine tails - it was the nine-tailed immortal bone that she was born with and unique to Emperor Qingqiu.
It's her life.
She was the only foundation he gained in exchange for blocking ninety-nine thunders from the sky for him, betraying Qingqiu for him, and depriving himself of half of his cultivation for him.
And he handed it to another woman with his own hands.
Su Lianyue snuggled into his arms, looking extremely weak, but there was unconcealable pride in her eyebrows.
"Your Highness, can Sister Qingyuan's immortal bones... Really cure my cold disease?"
Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at Su Lianyue with a tenderness that Ling Qingyuan had never seen before.
"Yeah."
His voice was calm, as if he was saying something ordinary.
"The Nine-Tailed Immortal Bone is meant to match you. She has had it for a hundred years and it is already redundant."
Superfluous.
Ling Qingyuan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the jade platform, and sad flowers bloomed.
She laughed, heart-breakingly.
"Mo Yuan... For you, I betrayed Qingqiu, disobeyed the destiny, cut off the Nine Tails, and blocked the catastrophe... Is this what you did to me?"
The man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was impatient and indifferent.
"Qingqiu plots rebellion,
