Does Infinite Flow Have Widower Fiction Too?

[Unrestrained, devoted widower gong x vengeful, poisonous shou]

[Qi Ling x Shen Yuci]

They say when you're unlucky, even water goes down the wrong way. Shen Yuci, who was inexplicably banished to an infinite game, had it even worse.

The prince's residence was still the same, and the servants coming and going were no different from before. But one day, strange metal boxes inexplicably appeared on the streets, along with a bunch of brazen hooligans dressed outrageously. The girls wore daring outfits with their arms showing, while the boys shaved their heads like monks.

What a sin, what a sin.

The only feudal relic present, Shen Yuci, closed his eyes and silently recited, "See no evil." Leaning against the wall, he turned his prayer beads and recited the Purification Mantra twice more.

But just because he didn't cause trouble didn't mean others wouldn't bother him. The greasy young master leading the group was unbearably arrogant. Seeing a beautiful woman in red who looked like she was wearing a cosplay outfit, he was overcome with wicked thoughts. Licking his lips, he reached for Shen Yuci's hand. "Don't be scared, gorgeous. I'll take you through the instance~"

Shen Yuci stopped reciting the Purification Mantra.

He turned his head, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth. A smile like a ghost's gradually appeared on his peerless face. "...Were you talking to me?"

What a sin, what a sin.

They were the ones who provoked me first, Qi Ling.

...You can't blame me for this.

In the eighteenth year of Qihong, Shen, the Princess Consort of Chu, prayed at the altar.

It was called a prayer for blessings, but in truth it was a summoning of souls.

The people gossiped, all saying that the Princess Consort of Chu had gone mad. Though she was breathtakingly beautiful, she had brought about the death of the Prince of Chu on their wedding night, a crime against all under Heaven. After her husband's death, the Princess Consort had spent eighteen years immersed in Daoist mysticism. Even though the great general's soul might never rest in peace, she was determined to summon him and see him once more.

For a princess consort to be so obsessed...

Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

People love gossiping; it was only natural. The commoners had come expecting a spectacle. But halfway through the ceremony, the soul the Princess Consort had longed for never returned. Instead, a heavy rain fell over the capital, promptly ending a drought that had plagued the farmland for two months.

When heavenly rain descended, the people who had been whispering moments ago wept with gratitude and knelt, deeply remorseful. They praised the Princess Consort for her benevolence.

On the high platform, Shen Yuci removed his cumbersome robes and ceremonial crown, then gazed toward the horizon and let out a long sigh.

Eighteen years.

He had been dead for eighteen years, and his husband had not come back to see him once.

That night, he felt restless. After putting the litter of little rabbits he'd found that day to bed, Shen Yuci donned a bright red sleeping robe and lit incense before his late husband's memorial tablet.

"Qi Ling." He reclined in the corner of the bedroom on a yellow rosewood couch, his black hair spread across the bed like ink. "If you don't come back soon, then don't come back at all in this lifetime."

The smoke curled upward, and Shen Yuci sat a little straighter.

"If you don't come back," he threatened, "I'll kill one person a day, until every old person, woman, and child in this city is dead."

The incense smoke did not stir.

It was like the faded face of Qi Ling in his memory, proud and deep-eyed, smiling as he teased, "Our Aci would never do such a thing."

Shen Yuci sighed wearily.

Two dragon-and-phoenix candles burned in front of the memorial tablet. Shen Yuci walked over and slowly trimmed the wicks, suddenly feeling that the past eighteen years of his life had been nothing but a joke.

Separated by life and death, he and Qi Ling were like those candle flames.

Unable to love, parted by hatred.

"Qi Ling..." He tossed the silver scissors aside. "I'm going to remarry."

The flame flickered.

Then, as if in anger, the fine incense before the memorial tablet snapped cleanly at the base. Shen Yuci let out a cold laugh and smashed the incense burner to pieces.

It had been eighteen years. He hadn't expected much to begin with.

After cleaning up, Shen Yuci changed into his wedding clothes as he always did, hugged the biggest, softest rabbit, and collapsed into the silken bed.

But when he woke the next morning, the rabbit was gone.

Not just the rabbit. This was a world of cubes. Silver bars formed a prison, with white walls and a flashing blood-red countdown beneath them. At the very top, it clearly displayed his late husband's name: [Infinite Key, Third Scenario Author: Qi Ling]

One of the prayer beads in Shen Yuci's palm silently cracked.

Also known as How Do I Deal with Discovering My Husband Is the Author of an Infinite Game After Eighteen Years of Widowhood?

#Pretending to play SM, actually beating the other person to death#

**Despite eighteen years of widowhood, the shou stays young forever**

**Xiao Yu knows light-footed kung fu (Chinese martial arts!)**

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Theme: Seeking the truth