The Emperor felt like dying.
He had expected the man to care about his reputation and keep this matter quiet. He hadn't imagined that she would have no intention of hiding it, revealing it in front of everyone like this.
Bai Li Chong Yan was so enraged he felt like murdering his father.
A hidden guard nearby, disregarding his own safety, rushed forward: "Prince Yan, you cannot! He is your father!"
Bai Li Chong Yan remained unmoved.
He already hated him, and hearing him now wish to defile the only light in his life made it unbearably difficult to restrain himself from acting.
"I'm fine," Zhuo Jin pushed the sword away. "Forgotten? I don't want to be. No one can do anything to me. He is your father, you don't need to do it yourself."
Song Yu took two steps forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The Emperor's hidden guards were getting a headache.
They had to protect the Emperor, even if it meant ignoring their own physical pain.
"He will be punished. Be good, let's go back."
Zhuo Jin dropped the sword, took his hand, and pulled him to turn away.
Before leaving, Bai Li Chong Yan glared fiercely at the Emperor, who trembled in fear. The imperial yellow dragon robe was stained with blood, making him look utterly pathetic.
With the main players gone, no matter how unwilling others were, they all followed.
"Boom."
As soon as they stepped out of the palace, a clap of thunder suddenly echoed in the sky. Snowflakes were still falling. Thunder at this time was extremely bizarre. A group of people looked up at the sky.
"Boom..."
"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning struck the ground of the palace, and debris flew everywhere. Two palace servants standing nearby were almost hit.
As the two dodged, another bolt of lightning struck, landing precisely on the palace again. Then, the panicked voice of a hidden guard could be heard from inside the hall:
"Help! The Emperor is injured!"
Bai Li Chong Yan subconsciously looked at the person beside him. Zhuo Jin smiled at him indulgently, "Are you happy now?"
Bai Li Chong Yan, like a child who had received candy, smiled and replied, "Happy."
Only the system was utterly bewildered.
Someone tell him that in an ancient world, it was one thing for his host to see ghosts, but how could she control the Heavenly Dao?
Was it possible she owned it?
He felt himself trembling and whispered, "…Host, how did you do that?"
"Do what?"
The system suspected she was feigning ignorance. "The thunder, wasn't that your doing?"
Zhuo Jin continued to smile, but her tone carried a hint of displeasure. "What are you talking about?"
The system dared not speak further.
"Have you heard of divine punishment?"
The system paused for a moment before realizing she was speaking to it, and quickly replied, "You mean the divine punishment spoken of outside? But that's all feudal superstition, not to be believed."
"Ghosts are also feudal superstition?" He had seen it with his own eyes before.
The system explained, "In our world, ghosts can be explained by other things, so they are not feudal superstition. But host, you…"
Whatever she said, happened. Was she a golden-mouthed prophet?
"You can think of it that way."
She wanted to curse someone, but it wasn't quite speaking words of prophecy.
If it were someone else, they would have no choice but to compromise or die, given what the Emperor had intended to do today. The Emperor owed her karma, and it was such a good opportunity, so of course, she wouldn't miss it. She had administered a small punishment.
While speaking with the system, the two had already gotten into the carriage.
Bai Li Chong Yan was able to drive the carriage directly into the imperial palace.
The attendants urged the carriage back. As soon as it moved, Zhuo Jin was pressed down.
Bai Li Chong Yan looked at her with burning eyes, his gaze filled with a persistence and sadness that Zhuo Jin couldn't understand, as if he were on the verge of tears.
She, who had just intended to push him away, paused. Looking at the person on top of her, she smiled at him tenderly, "What's wrong?"
Bai Li Chong Yan pressed lightly against her, his voice full of grievance, "I'm so scared."
He was afraid that this person, like his mother, who had promised to always stay with him, would suddenly disappear.
He couldn't bear to lose the most important person in his life again. If that only light was extinguished, what would he do?
Zhuo Jin patted his back, "I'm fine. I promised you, I won't leave you. Don't be afraid."
What she promised, as long as she remembered it, she would definitely fulfill.
She did indeed care for this man, otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to help him transform from someone physically and spiritually incomplete to his current whole state.
She made a promise, and she would stay with him for a lifetime.
After all, a lifetime was just a lifetime.
The difference was that before, a lifetime for ordinary people, after a sip of a thousand-year intoxication, she could sleep soundly and wake up to find it had passed; now, for these few decades, she had to accompany this man, witnessing his joys and sorrows, and experiencing them with him.
Within her allotted time, she would keep her promise, and even if he no longer wished to, she would make him adhere to it.
Bai Li Chong Yan tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on her. The breath he exhaled as he spoke brushed against her neck. Zhuo Jin felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to adjust her position, but he held her down firmly.
He whispered softly, "Actually, I know."