I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Qingtian covered his chest, his heart beating rapidly, somewhat out of control...

"Are you regretting it? Are you upset?"

Seeing that she was unwell, An Rujing took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the fake tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I gave you a chance, but you preferred to be a pawn of the family..."

"Since you chose this path, why did you regret it later?"

"I sent you to Pokjie because your cultivation level matched his. If you could give birth to a child, the relationship between the two families would be even closer."

"But you fell in love with your uncle and slept with him without telling anyone!"

"..."

Qingtian was completely speechless. She felt that her mind was in a mess because of all these trivial things. There was an inexplicable sadness and regret, and inexplicable anger and sorrow swirling and brewing in her consciousness.

Before she could sort out her thoughts, her mouth opened automatically...

"Your chance is to become your personal favorite and spend the rest of my life as a toy for your entertainment in those weird paintings?"

"Then I would rather be a pawn of the family and live a glamorous life in front of everyone!"

"I did seduce the Emile, but at least he gave me more than twenty years of honor and freedom!"

Qingtian's pupils constricted. Is this himself talking?

Just as she was wondering, she heard a woman sighing faintly in her consciousness space, "Thank you, let me handle it, this is my family matter."

An Ruli regained consciousness!

Qingtian’s previous efforts to repair the other party’s soul finally paid off.

After a few seconds, Qingtian's perception decreased, and everything around her became blurry. Her consciousness no longer controlled An Ruli's body, and she retracted into her consciousness space.

But as a soul that has been integrated, she can still know everything that happens in the outside world through perception.

An Ruli's words really angered An Rujing.

He grabbed An Ruli's neck and said, "Okay, very good, then you just be a good chess piece!"

"Now that Emile is no longer protecting you, you have to do what a pawn should do!"

"Go back to Pokjie tomorrow and please him!"

"Don't forget you have a daughter."

"If you obey and complete your mission well, her path to the palace will be smoother. Otherwise, it would be better for her to stay in my mansion forever..."

An Ruli's heart tightened and she closed her eyes helplessly, "It's up to you."

When she was with Emile, she found out that she was pregnant with Poktier's child, but at that time she didn't want to lose her newly gained freedom...

Emile also generously tolerated An Ruxin's existence. In order to ease An Ruli's embarrassment, he tacitly acknowledged the illegitimate daughter. After all, it was not a big deal for the powerful to have multiple children.

But as An Ruxin grew up, secrets came to light.

An Rujing, who knew An Ruli's past, was furious.

He originally wanted to kill An Ruxin, but because of An Ruli's begging and his concerns about Pokjie, he finally arranged a cheap father for An Ruxin and suppressed everyone's doubts.

It was not until An Ruxin grew up to be beautiful and outstanding that An Rujing had an idea. He threatened An Ruli and made the girl follow her old path...

Therefore, An Ruxin is the softness in An Ruli's heart and also the sharp thorn.

In the dim light, An Ruli closed her eyes, her pretty face showing helplessness and forced obedience.

An Rujing loosened his hand and gently stroked her red skin. His eyes fell to her chest, and the snow-white fullness was about to burst out from under the loosened silk blanket...

He put his hand down, drank a glass of cold water and returned to the straw mat.

Leaning on the soft pillow, An Rujing looked deeply at the lake surface where the water was still rippling and the lights were swaying in the dark night.

A long time ago, while boating on the lake, Anjuli, who had just reached adulthood, was also only wrapped in a layer of fine gauze as a "reward" arranged by his family...

The psychic lamps in the cabin went out one by one.

The two were immersed in silence in the room, each recalling the past.

……

"Come here and wait for me to rest."

After a long time, An Rujing's cold voice rang out in the quiet wooden house, causing An Ruli to tremble.

She tightened the thin blanket around herself.

"I was with Pokjie before..."

"I don't want to say it a second time."

After An Rujing finished speaking, he stared at An Ruli with a cold gaze like a ghost fire in the dark night...

Qingtian was shocked and his consciousness was spinning. [I can help you...]

[It has nothing to do with you.] An Ruli rejected Qingtian.

[Besides, you can only help me temporarily... Please go away, this is my family matter. And thank you for helping me clean up those things...]

Qingtian said directly: [That is the devil soul seed that Emil planted in you. It will make you full of devilish desires and turn you into a witch who can be manipulated by others.]

【…】

An Ruli's soul painting instantly lost its luster...

Qingtian felt sorry when he saw this.

[Sorry... Next time I have a chance, I can try to help you remove the demon soul seed. Take care of yourself.]

[…Take care…How should I take care…] An Ruli stood up unsteadily.

[There is hope at any time, just like the sun rises every day.] After saying this, Qingtian rushed towards the magic channel...

She wanted to escape from this body as quickly as possible.

She didn't want to deceive An Ruli, didn't want to see the woman's embarrassment and unbearableness, didn't want to feel her pain and despair, didn't want to delve into the root cause and darkness behind all this...

She was afraid that she couldn't bear it, that she would lose her mind...

In the dim wooden house, the blanket on An Ruli fell to the ground, and she knelt in front of the couch like a puppet that had lost its soul.

An Rujing's figure loomed over her.

He stroked An Ruli's soft lips with his fingertips, "I said, one day you will kneel in front of me again..."

The wind outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, and the branches were swaying like demonic shadows in the dark night.

……

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, Qingtian controlled Emil to open the door.

In the corridor outside the door, An Ruli was standing lifelessly in front of the window wrapped in a blanket.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head woodenly and looked at the man at the end of the corridor, the man she had been with for many years but who had now become very strange and indifferent.

Qingtian's soul trembled slightly and avoided her gaze.

She lowered her head and closed the door, putting double restrictions on the room.

Da da da……

The man's footsteps passed behind Anjuli.

He didn't say anything and she didn't turn around.

The footsteps faded away and disappeared into the elevator door.

An Ruli looked up at the rising sun outside the window, with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

……

Ding--

The elevator slowly opened, and Qingtian stared at the floor buttons with dull eyes.

She raised her hand and put it down again.

Emil was dead, she would not keep pretending to be dead, and should not give Anjou any comfort and hope.

And Emile is not worth her remembrance!

"What are you thinking about so absentmindedly?"

Poktier appeared in the lobby on the ground floor, his untied shirt reeking of alcohol and powder.

Qingtian didn't bother to answer and slowly walked out of the elevator.

Seeing his friend's bad face, Pokjie asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Qingtian lowered his head and said, "Nothing, I'm leaving first."

"You left so early. I was planning to have an early sleep before saying goodbye to you." Pokjie rubbed his forehead which was aching from time to time. "Um... Is Anjuli back?"

Qingtian really wanted to say no, but reality didn’t allow it.

"She's back. She's not in a good mental state... She may need to rest for a few days."

Ha, Pokjie sneered, "Are you tired after spending a day with me? She is a high-level practitioner, not that weak. You are not reluctant to let her go, are you?"

Qingtian thought about what happened last night and his eyes darkened. "No matter what, she is still a member of the Anjou family, not a flower slave. You should restrain yourself and let her adapt to the current changes."

Pokjie smiled disapprovingly, "With the demon seed, she is more wanton than a flower slave in bed. In fact, I don't mind being with you..."

bang——

The pain came, and Pokjie was hit hard on the face. He almost fell to the ground...