Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?

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The night, dyed in ink, yet within the imperial city, grandeur and opulence still shone brightly, dazzling onlookers; the orange glow of the lamps was like the sticky patch of water on the ground in the Rear Garden behind the rockery, drenching the entire capital.

Two dark shadows, after flitting through the night sky several times along with many others, like bats, finally figured out the location of the third prince.

"The third prince is currently in the Eastern Palace, preparing for tomorrow's ascension ceremony."

When they heard this news whispered among the people below, both were inevitably taken aback.

Neither of them had expected the third prince to be so impatient, wanting to ascend to the throne silently, under the radar, tomorrow.

Immediately following, both reacted by assuming this must be a trap.

Though the news of the third prince's ascension ceremony might be true, to speak of it so openly and plainly was obviously a trap, and his presence in the Eastern Palace might not be guaranteed.

However, just as Liu Ruoxue wanted to continue following the group of Cultivators to keep searching, Xu Yuan stopped her.

He had a different idea.

"The other party is clearly on guard; continuing the search like this will yield no results," Xu Yuan shook his head, his expression stern: "Moreover, to lure us into the trap, unless something unexpected happens, he might actually be there."

Liu Ruoxue quickly understood his meaning.

"If he really plans to hold the ascension ceremony tomorrow, he certainly wouldn't want us to show up and disturb it.

Plus, since we are hiding, the third prince must have determined that our current strength is not enough to contend with his forces, and he might even be thinking of taking us out instead—so, the most likely place he could be right now, might indeed be the Eastern Palace."

Her beautiful eyes shimmered, and her lips parted slightly: "If so, I'll inform Si Shuang."

"There's no need."

Xu Yuan shook his head: "Moreover, since they've dared to strike at you, they must have taken this relationship into account."

"Either the Sword Sect has already consented to this action, or he has sealed off all communication within the imperial city. If it's the latter, that's still manageable, but if it's the former, then we have a real problem on our hands."

After listening to his analysis, Liu Ruoxue's expression grew increasingly uncertain.

In the past, she would have immediately refuted Xu Yuan's first possibility, but now, her sense of belonging and fondness for the Sword Sect had dwindled to a pitiful amount, so naturally, she believed this to be a very real possibility.

Everyone pursues benefit; all hustle and bustle is for personal gain.

Those who cultivate often are the most ruthless, going wherever benefits them most.

Except for him.

Thinking of this, Liu Ruoxue's mind involuntarily flashed back to that moment on the snowy mountain. Find more chapters on empire

No matter what his intentions were when he decided to stay with her at that time, he did indeed stay, and that alone was enough.

Not seeking to share birth and death, but only wishing our hearts to follow each other.

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The Eastern Palace, also known as the Qing Palace or Spring Palace, is the abode of the Crown Prince.

Since the ascension of the last Divine Emperor, it had been thousands of years since anyone had resided there, but today it was finally welcoming its new master.

Dressed in a pale moonlight-colored long robe, the third prince, Jing Jiu, sat quietly on the couch, his eyebrows sharp, his eyes handsome, like a graceful and genteel figure straight out of a painting, illuminated by the firelight.

On the clothes rack beside his couch, a brand-new black imperial robe was hung, embroidered with nine dragons, overlooking all rivers.

He lifted a cup to the moon, toasting his own shadow.

"The two of you... since you've come, why not show yourselves?"

Suddenly, Jing Jiu's gaze dropped, and he spoke calmly.

"Oh, you can sense us?"

Xu Yuan waved his hand to dispel the Illusory Realm, as he and Liu Ruoxue appeared before the palace gate.

The two young figures, contrasted by the drizzly moonlight, stood stark against the brightly lit prince inside the chamber.

Eyes met eyes.

From the sharp and domineering gaze of the young man, to their hands clasped together, down to the cloth shoe that was placed only a hair's breadth away from the firelight.

Jing Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, thinking to himself, have they discovered it?

But his demeanor remained composed.

Fiddling with the white porcelain cup in his hand, Jing Jiu's lips curled into a smile: "Of course, since I dared to use myself as bait, if I was not prepared, that would be quite indefensible, wouldn't it?"

"You seem quite confident."

Hearing that the other party was indeed prepared, Xu Yuan was not overly surprised.

"But, I wonder... can your preparations withstand even a few strikes from my sword?"

Xu Yuan slowly raised his hand, his face suddenly revealing a wild smile.

This moment, he was no longer holding back.

After arriving in this world, he had almost always lived in the shadow of Lin Qingque and Tian Liuli, but now, after breaking through to Core Formation, he could finally relax a little.

"I have treaded on thin ice all my life, do you think I can make it to the other side?"

Jing Jiu's pupils narrowed, and he did not hesitate to throw down his cup.

With a snap, the bright porcelain shards bounced off the ground, perfectly catching the fleeting glint of the sword light.

In the reflection on the exquisite white porcelain surface, Jing Jiu's finally changing expression was mirrored.

The sword light blazed brilliantly, and then all was white.

The clear sword light, entering the luxurious flames, hissed as it interacted with the light, merging fire with gleam.

"Audacious assassins, daring to strike at the emperor in the night, do not resist execution!"

Several stern shouts rose from the surrounding buildings, blending with the wind and dissolving into the night.

Xu Yuan turned a deaf ear to the shouts, his wrist holding the sword slightly twisting, as the Thunderfire Sword softly hummed like a dragon.

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