"Though we meet again, we should not recognize each other: dust covers my face, my temples are frosted white." Both are dead servants: Wanxi dances beautifully, while Shunying excels at martial arts. But the one who changed her skin, disguised herself, and had her bones scraped was Shunying, not Wanxi. And the one who loved someone to the bone, yet could not have him, was Shunying, not Wanxi. Shunying smiled bitterly. "Jiang Shuo, I admit you once saved my life, and I truly mistook your deep devotion for my own. But now your great ambitions have been fulfilled. What use could you possibly have for me?" Nangong Yuancan said, "With these hands, I can turn clouds into rain and rain into clouds. The power of life and death over the whole world lies in my palm. Now it regards you as a precious pearl. What more could you want...?"
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