Ye Jiu: "Thank you, Immortal, may I ask, those delicacies I sent last time, did they suit the Immortal’s taste?"
Yuan Jun Taoist laughed heartily, "The flavor was indeed quite good, but these mortal foods, after all, contain too many impurities, not suitable for those who cultivate and practice. Yet, this old Taoist has an undeniable fondness for them."
She had originally thought that since the old Taoist loved to eat, she could provide him with delicacies.
However, she had not anticipated that there were particular rules even in eating.
And evidently, the food she offered was not suitable for the old Taoist.
From their first meeting, the old Taoist had always treated her well, so out of kindness, Ye Jiu still urged him, "Since it is not beneficial for the Immortal, it would be best to eat less. After all, cultivation is hard-earned, and the Immortal should take good care of his health."
Yuan Jun Taoist: "This girl of yours does have a kind heart, but the old Taoist has his plans, though at times, they are indeed hard to control."
As he spoke, without waiting for Ye Jiu to reply, Yuan Jun Taoist spoke again: "This time the old Taoist must rush to a Ling Valley to gather herbs. There will surely be strife, and afterwards, I will bring you some Spiritual Beast meat. Then, you can make some more delicious food for me to indulge my cravings..."
Ye Jiu: "That would not be a problem, as long as the Immortal does not dismiss it."
After regaining her consciousness, Ye Jiu found herself still holding that red string.
Ye Jiu looked at the Princess Consort’s wrist, reached out, and tied the red string around it.
Immediately, an invisible light flowed from her wrist into the Princess Consort’s body, tugging at her soul that was undergoing repeated torment.
From initial disbelief to heart-wrenching pain and then to numbness.
The Princess Consort experienced the same scene over and over again, watching helplessly as her child was poisoned, wanting to go and save him, but passing through him time after time.
The maliciousness on Madam Mo’s face, the child’s agonizing cries, the midwife hurrying off with the child, and her despair at wanting to follow but always being rooted to that spot.
Over and over, like a knife stirring within her chest, shredding her heart to pieces!
Just as the Princess Consort thought that she would keep reliving these dark days, she suddenly felt something tug at her.
And as the midwife’s figure holding the child just vanished around the corner, she hadn’t yet seen where her child was taken.
The Princess Consort woke up from the shock.
At first glance, she saw Ye Jiu close by and instinctively pushed her away, "Who are you?"
After she pushed, the Princess Consort realized she could actually touch someone!
She was no longer in that ethereal state where she could see and hear, but never touch anything.
But looking around, where were the carriage and alley, Madam Mo and the midwife?
And her child, where was her child?
Her gaze shifted and fell on the face of the person she had pushed to the ground.
Before the Princess Consort could get a good look, Ye Jiu had quickly picked up the veil from the ground and covered her face again.
She had been momentarily careless, not expecting the Princess Consort to strike suddenly, or else she wouldn’t have been pushed to the ground.
Luckily, a thin blanket had been spread under the bed, and falling on the soft blanket, she felt no pain.
"You..." Although it was just a glance, the Princess Consort had still seen the highly similar face.