Chapter 1529: Chapter 831: Xia Lingxue (1)
Chapter 831
Xia Lingxue almost screamed madly, while the maid Mei Xiang, watching Xia Lingxue’s crazed demeanor, felt utterly helpless. Still, she didn’t dare to say much and simply followed Xia Lingxue’s words, saying, “Lady, your appearance is now indistinguishable from the Goddess. I believe the Holy Son will definitely be drawn to you!”
“Mei Xiang, I know you’re just trying to comfort me. How could Mo Jiuli be replaced simply by a face? If it were that easy, I wouldn’t have schemed so meticulously. Ever since I learned as a child that Brother Han liked Mo Jiuli, I tried every possible way to become Mo Jiuli’s bestie and her closest friend! You’ve been with me the longest, so you know better than anyone—over these thousands of years, how many times I’ve attempted to get closer to Brother Han by exploiting Mo Jiuli’s idiotic trust in me, yet every single time, I failed miserably. Not once did it work, not even when I used the strongest aphrodisiac that my parents had given me on Brother Han. He refused to yield! If Brother Han hadn’t decided back then to marry Mo Jiuli, and if that jerk Mo Jiuli hadn’t agreed to it, I wouldn’t have taken such a poisonous approach against her. As long as she hadn’t agreed to marry Brother Han, I could’ve let her live peacefully as the Goddess. But because she was greedy enough to desire marrying Brother Han—humph, how could I tolerate Brother Han being with her? That’s why Mo Jiuli had to die. Fortunately, even Heaven helped me; those people wanted her parents’ lives, while I wanted hers! But Mo Jiuli has been dead for five thousand years already—why does Brother Han still refuse to forget her? Why does he still insist she’s alive? If I hadn’t cleverly admitted last time that I was Mo Jiuli reincarnated, Brother Han wouldn’t even glance at me! Mei Xiang, do you think I resemble Mo Jiuli? This face—Mo Jiuli’s face—I ripped it right off her skin myself. To become her, to keep Brother Han from seeing through me, I didn’t even trust the Disguise Pill. I destroyed my own face and completely transformed myself into Mo Jiuli. Mei Xiang, tell me, what will I do if even this isn’t enough to marry Brother Han?” Xia Lingxue stared at the mirror, rambling incoherently.
“Lady, don’t worry! The Holy Son will surely marry you. Have you forgotten? A fragment of Jiuli’s mother’s soul is still in your hands. Though it isn’t Mo Jiuli’s, they’re mother and daughter, so their aura must be the same. As long as you keep Jiuli’s mother’s soul fragment on you, the Holy Son will undoubtedly believe you are the reincarnated Goddess! Once you marry the Holy Son, it’ll be too late for him to regret it. If he tries to annul the marriage, he’ll be punished by Heaven. The Holy Son wouldn’t be foolish enough to do that…” Mei Xiang comforted Xia Lingxue.
“That’s right! With this, nothing can go wrong!” Xia Lingxue sneered coldly as she pulled out a porcelain bottle.
Separated by a curtain, Mo Jiuli’s spirit form furrowed her eyebrows deeply as she overheard the conversation between Xia Lingxue and Mei Xiang. For reasons inexplicable to her, their words made her extremely uneasy. Yet, the things they spoke of didn’t appear to have any connection to her. Even Mo Jiuli herself didn’t understand where these unsettling emotions were coming from…
After some thought, Mo Jiuli floated directly inside. She wanted to see Xia Lingxue’s face, to see what kind of person could tear off Mo Jiuli’s skin for their own use…
Upon entering, Mo Jiuli first saw the maid Mei Xiang. Strangely, Mei Xiang gave her a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite place, leaving Mo Jiuli deeply puzzled…