Chapter 7 — Thousand Tribulations Without Return

She softened her voice, smiled softly, and slowly continued: "That day, the Emperor asked me how to get pregnant, I... immediately told her many methods..." "But... the Emperor is very strange." Mong Ly tilted her head slightly, her voice full of meaning: "That day, when I heard that Xich Lien could make the immortal body forever unable to conceive, she seemed to have lost her mind, holding my hand tightly, forcing me... to give her a child." Having said this, she glanced at Canh Hac and saw that his face still maintained a gentle smile, without the slightest difference in color, so she continued more confidently: "I'm just... repeating the doctor's words." "Once the poison of Red Lotus enters the immortal body, it can never be removed, unless... self-destruction, falls to the mortal world, and can be reborn with flesh and blood..." In the main hall, the air was as cold as ice. Canh Hac was still sitting in the dragon's seat, leaning back against the throne, the corners of his lips curled slightly, smiling... but as cold as an ice mountain: "So... my Lac Quan... chose that path... to leave me, just for... a child?" Mong Ly heard that, the corner of her lips slightly curled up, her voice was full of contempt, unable to hide her pride: "Yes! Emperor, you have lost all reason because of a child! You would even rather abolish yourself and become a mortal, and would rather follow someone else into life and death, just to beg for a child." She smiled coldly, her eyes glanced at a corner of the palace, her voice even more harsh: "A vile woman like that... deserves to die. She herself was stupid, wanting to jump into Tru Tien Dai, who can blame others—" Whoosh! Before the last word could fall, the sword light exploded like thunder, a cold ray of cold light slashed down, the tip of the sword pierced straight through her hand, blood splattered into bright red streaks on the jade floor. Mong Ly screamed in pain, her face turned white, she fell to the ground, trembling and holding her arms: "Di Quan! You... how could you... attack me!?" But Canh Hac still sat there, not moving, not breathing, like a statue carved from ten thousand years of ice and frost. The corner of his lips slowly curled up, smiling... but in the depths of his eyes was a storm, his voice was low, hoarse, carrying a murderous aura as thick as Huyen Hoang Tuyet Linh: "What did I... tell you?" He slowly stood up, his hand holding the blood-stained Thien Nguyen sword, his fingers gently stroked the blade, with a few glistening blood rays, then... he bowed his head, slowly licking away the blood. In the main hall, the Emperor's aura was like a tornado destroying heaven and earth, shaking the whole void, each spirit stone on the floor trembling slightly. Canh Hac raised his head, his cold eyes piercing straight through Mong Ly who was holding her trembling hands: "I once warned you... no matter what happens, don't... let Lac Quan know of your existence." His voice was low and deep, but each word was like a vibrating thunder, echoing throughout the palace. The blade of the Thien Nguyen sword was as cold as ice pressed against his neck, the cold light seemed to penetrate his soul, causing Mong Ly to suddenly awaken in fear. She trembled and knelt down, her whole body felt weak, her voice choked up and begged: "Your Majesty! This... this matter has nothing to do with me... It was the Emperor who decided on his own... I... I just accidentally said one sentence!" She cried and choked, tears falling in chains: "Please... for the sake of the child in my belly, please Forgive me once! The Emperor has descended to the mortal world, it's over, it can't be saved... You... you can't give up for her... even the child you've been waiting for for thousands of years! Hearing the word "child", Canh Hac's hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword slightly stopped, the murderous aura on his body slightly fluctuated, the tip of the sword deviated an inch. Mong Ly immediately took the opportunity, ducked away from the blade, not caring about the looks of the many immortals in the palace, knelt down, crawled to his side, pulled the hem of his shirt, hugged his legs tightly and sobbed: "Even if you don't love me... still... love this child!" Her tears were like dew on flower petals, her voice was choked and trembling as if broken in pieces: "It's my fault... I'm too greedy, relying on your favor and acting foolishly. But the child... is innocent... If you want to punish, wait... wait until I give birth to the child... then do whatever you want!" On Mong Ly's face, there were tears, a look of pain and sadness, but deep in the bottom of her eyes, there was an ice-cold trace of resentment and ambition. She hated... hated a woman who couldn't give birth like Lac Quan, but could make the Emperor so shaken. As long as... this child is born, she will be the mother of the future Crown Prince, officially becoming the female owner of Thien De Palace. At that time... even if Canh Hac hated her... he couldn't touch her! But while she was still immersed in the prospect of "one person below, ten thousand people above", then... a voice as cold as an ice flood poured down on Cuu U and fell right in her ear: "The child's mother... is no longer there..." He raised his head, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, each word came out slowly, carrying a coldness as sharp as a blade: "Leaving the child... what is the meaning?" Mong Ly was stunned, her heart skipped a beat, she blinked not understanding what he said. She trembled and asked again, her voice as small as a mosquito: "I... aren't I... here...?" Swoosh! The wind whistled like tearing silk. A sharp pain from the lower abdomen tore through the soul, Mong Ly opened her eyes wide, her scream echoed throughout the main hall: "Aaaaaaa!!!" She lowered her head and saw the cold tip of the sword piercing straight into her raised belly. Blood was as red as brocade, flowing down in heavy drops on the jade floor. Tears mixed with cold sweat, her lips trembled, her voice was hoarse and almost broken: "Canh Hac... you... you dare..." In front of her, Canh Hac bowed his head slightly, the corners of his lips curled into a smile, beautiful, gentle, but cold like the smile of Asura coming out of Avici hell: "The child in your belly... was originally... prepared for Lac Quan." His eyes flashed with fresh blood, murderous aura rolling like a tornado: "Now that Lac Quan is no more... keeping this cruel species... what is the point?" Whoosh! The tip of the sword rotates backwards. A cold sword light cut through the wind, cutting through the silk brocade layer, instantly opening a terrible gash on her abdomen. Red blood gushed out, pain tore the soul apart. Mong Ly's eyes widened, her trembling hands tried to cover her stomach, but it was powerless. In her blurry vision, she only saw Canh Hac calmly use his long sword, one way... pulling out everything - the fairy palace and the child, falling to the cold jade floor, fresh blood staining each spirit stone red. Mong Ly feels like all of this... is like a hazy nightmare that she still hasn't woken up from. But in the next second, the pain was as sharp as a burst Heaven and earth shattered, coming from the lower abdomen, like a rolling wave, tearing apart the soul. She screamed, rolled on the cold jade floor, in so much pain that she lost all sound, her nails scratched the ground, but Canh Hac still just stood there, his eyes as cold as ten thousand feet of ice, not wavering at all. He swung the Thien Nguyen sword strongly, the blood on the blade splashed into a long bright red line, his cold voice filled with murderous intent: "Cook this whole thing... let her eat it all." He turned around, his voice cold like the wind from Nine Nether Dia Tang: "Then escort her to Tru Tien Dai... take her into reincarnation." Pausing for a moment, he squinted his eyes, light flashing in his dark eyes like an abyss: "Remember... change your life - enter the path of animal life." The fairies turned pale and did not dare to argue. They trembled and knelt on the ground. They slowly walked forward step by step, dragging Mong Ly who was barely breathing in pain. Her screams echoed throughout the palace, each time mournfully, but no one dared to beg. I saw Canh Hac turn around, his steps steady, without looking back, straight out of Thien De Palace, towards the outermost heavenly gate. As he passed by the jade steps, he took off the crown symbolizing the Emperor, casually threw it down the steps, his voice was deep and hoarse, echoing like thunder: "This Emperor... you go find someone else. This king... must go find my wife."