Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 554: So Ugly, So Ugly, That’s Not Her!

Why is the Empress here?

Wang Yingluo looked towards Jun Yuyan and blurted out, "Wasn’t Your Majesty supposed to see me? Why is the Empress here as well?"

Murong Jiu emerged from under the shady trees and said unhurriedly, "Fu Rong is meticulous in handling matters; it must be a misunderstanding on your part. But it’s not important; it’s good that you’re here."

Wang Yingluo realized she couldn’t quite understand Murong Jiu’s words, but she knew she had overthought, misunderstanding Jun Yuyan’s intentions towards her completely.

No wonder the Empress Dowager looked rather peculiar.

She felt embarrassed and inexplicably fearful.

"What exactly do you want by bringing me here?"

Jun Yuyan, uncomfortable upon seeing her, averted his gaze, not wishing to speak a word.

Murong Jiu chuckled lightly, "Naturally, we are here to send you home."

"Send me back to Xiaoxi Village?"

Wang Yingluo was overjoyed inside. It seemed they did not want to kill her. It was great that her life would be spared; that was more important than anything. She could plan for everything else later.

"If you want to send me back to Xiaoxi Village, why did you bring me here? Your Majesty and Your Majesty, is there something important you want to ask? I will tell everything I know!"

Now she was indeed behaving prudently.

"There’s nothing to ask; revealing too much about the divine secrets is not always a good thing,"

Murong Jiu said indifferently.

She and Jun Yuyan had been feeling that Master Hui Jue’s appearance had aged, perhaps related to these matters.

However, there were things that even Master Hui Jue couldn’t reveal.

So guesses remained guesses.

Master Hui Jue intended to exchange their souls back, perhaps with the intent of remediation.

"Amitabha."

Master Hui Jue had already arranged everything, with the Buddhist Relics placed in their proper positions.

He twisted his Buddha Beads, nodding at Murong Jiu.

"Since there’s nothing to ask, please send me back quickly. My father is still in the village; he is very good to me, and I miss him too. Also, take my three brothers back to avoid any trouble that their ignorance might cause,"

Wang Yingluo said urgently.

She constantly felt the strange demeanor of Murong Jiu and instinctively sensed a terrifying danger.

She even stepped back a few steps.

Suddenly, the two deaf-mute nannies were gone, and the Palace Maid serving the Empress Dowager had also disappeared at some point, leaving only Hong Yi and Fu Rong as servants.

Her panic grew.

Hong Yi came over, and together with Fu Rong, they brought her in front of the old monk.

The old monk’s eyes, sagacious and profound, seemed to lay everything bare.

"What exactly do you want to do? I don’t understand! Didn’t you say you were sending me home? Does the Empress’s promise mean nothing, or was it a lie?"

Murong Jiu: "I did say I would send you home, but your home isn’t in Xiaoxi Village, is it?"

Wang Yingluo’s eyes suddenly widened.

In disbelief, she stared intensely at Murong Jiu, "You, the Empress means to send me back to the modern era? Ha! How could that be? If you had such abilities, wouldn’t you be immortal? Hahaha..."

Though she was laughing on the surface, the more she laughed, the more her eyes betrayed her evident fear.

Because their expressions were calm, it did not seem like they were joking with her.

Their demeanor also did not condescend to joke with her.

They were so indifferent, so nonchalant, as if they were watching her perform a monologue.

"Have her stand over there, the time has come," someone said.

Murong Jiu did not bother to speak any more nonsense with Wang Yingluo, simply nodding to Fu Rong and Hong Yi.

Wang Yingluo looked down and saw a space filled with golden Sanskrit she could not understand, but seeing the surrounding Buddhist statues made a chill suddenly rise in her heart in the middle of the day.

"Let me go! Let me go! I don’t want to go back!"

She suddenly struggled, using all her strength, but Fu Rong and Hong Yi held her tightly on both sides, and she could not move an inch.

"No! I don’t want to die! I already died in the modern world; I can’t live if I go back! Please spare me, please! Your Majesty, Her Majesty the Empress! Her Majesty the Empress, have mercy, forgive me, I will repay you with my labor and loyalty!"

Wang Yingluo pleaded with Murong Jiu. At this moment, to stay alive, she was genuinely willing to work tirelessly for Murong Jiu, even if it meant kneeling and bowing every day.

Having experienced near death, that immense panic between life and death, it felt like her consciousness might vanish from existence, with no independent self left in the world, and once dead, everything would be gone!

Wang Yingluo did not know that her body had not completely died and had become a vegetative state; if she had known, she would have collapsed even more.

Murong Jiu did not bother to speak again and Jun Yuyan was even less likely to initiate conversation with Wang Yingluo.

No one paid attention to Wang Yingluo.

Her tears and snot streaming down her face, she said the most humble words she had never said before, but she was still placed in the very center, with a Shariputra placed in front of her.

Seeing that Shariputra, her face turned even paler.

"Why won’t you let me go! What will it take for you to let me go! Killing me benefits you in no way; if I’m alive, I can create value for you!" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Hypnotism, aren’t you curious about hypnotism? I can teach you! Aren’t you curious about how I altered the Emperor’s memory?"

Murong Jiu’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Before she could speak, Jun Yuyan took her hand and shook his head at her.

There was no need to delay because of the issue with memories.

Murong Jiu pursed her lips, nodding slightly.

Wang Yingluo had said, when affected by the Devil Sea Flower, that she needed to re-hypnotize Jun Yuyan to awaken his sealed memories, but they did not want to risk letting Wang Yingluo hypnotize him again.

And the study of hypnotism was not something to be learned overnight, but took years to begin.

Wang Yingluo did not want to die, which is why she was willing to teach hypnotism.

But they did not want to learn, nor did they want to let Wang Yingluo continue to live in this world.

The girl who had been trapped for three years was the true pitiable one; they couldn’t wait for several more years.

Wang Yingluo, held in place, heard the old monk close his eyes and begin chanting a Buddhist scripture she could not comprehend, and she seemed to see the Sanskrit on the ground rolling, but upon focusing, the Sanskrit was still on the ground.

It sounded like she heard the deep sound of a bell besides the old monk’s chanting. In addition to his voice, there were countless others chanting, all the sounds merging together, penetrating her brain, penetrating her soul.

She stopped struggling, her gaze growing vacant, as if something flashed through her mind.

Was that a hospital room?

In that room, that emaciated woman, could that be her?

Her body was full of tubes, her body emaciated to the bones, her cheekbones jutting out like a skeleton covered in skin.

So ugly, how could that be her?

The sound of the machines suddenly pierced through time and reached out!