C537 March 9th

She finally made up her mind to say it. She had always thought that she was not jealous of Mu Haiyang, but under such circumstances, she said the truth.

Perhaps it was enough to love someone like Ho Yun'er. She knew that Mu Haiyang was dead and Yue Niansheng was her, but she did not want Yue Niansheng to be sad. She would rather sacrifice herself for her.

Mu Haiyang touched her lowered head and smiled gently, "Silly girl, how could there be your name on it? Accompany Niansheng well. He has always loved you."

"But elder sister... I clearly..." Ho Yun'er clearly saw the names of a few people, and among them, she saw her birth date.

"I think I am mistaken, there is no one's name on it. It was the Imperial Advisor who deliberately put on a show for you to see, and do you think that the person of the Heavenly Offering can be replaced? If they can, why did they spend so much effort to catch me and bring me back? I can just use you." He smiled naturally.

Ho Yun'er felt that what she said was right. If it was possible to exchange, she could just arrest them. But she still felt a little uneasy. But when she saw Mu Haiyang's firm gaze, she did not feel uneasy in her heart.

8th of March, night.

The stars in the sky were bright and there was a crescent moon that was as white as jade hanging in the sky. It was as boundless as the sea and there was not a single cloud to be seen but there was a gentle breeze.

Mu Haiyang, who was dressed in red, was lying on the summit of the forbidden city. She was resting on her arm and the wind gently caressed her hair. It lifted the corner of her clothes and blurred her eyes.

If there was a pair of eyes in the sky, they would definitely stop on her body.

In her eyes, everything here was not important. It was as if she had already entered the sky. Other than the sea of stars, there was nothing else in her eyes.

After a long time, a cloud covered the moonlight. Mu Haiyang murmured, "What kind of trial is this? Where is this place? Who am I?"

"Tomorrow is the Heavenly Ritual. Will grandfather come? Xuanzhi, are you alright? Is Xun'er alright? If what Songqing said was true, this was a trial, would all these people die? Or will they all live here, but the one who disappears is me? Just like in my memory, erase my appearance? What about Xun'er?"

In Mu Haiyang's heart, she had always been worried about Li Xun. She was his mother. Although she had left after her entire life, she was still a piece of flesh in her heart.

If it was really a trial, then was Li Xun's appearance destined or an accident? Or was even he fake?

On the same night, Anhe had already reorganized their troops and set off towards Yue Yuan. This time, they were heading straight for King of Yueyuan City, intending to charge into King City in one go.

However, Lyi Xuanzhi was still unconscious, perhaps because he didn't want to wake up. He was brought to White Wall by Lianfeng, along with Li Xun, who was half a year old.

It was only until the first ray of sunlight rose from the east that Mu Haiyang raised her hand to cover her eyes. She did not sleep the whole night and there were more doubts in her heart.

With a hoarse voice, she said, "The more you know, the more confused... the more you don't know."

Sighing, she rolled down from the roof and returned to resting place. She didn't know what was waiting for her.

Ho Yun'er cooked a table full of dishes, as if she knew that she would not be able to eat the next meal. She was doing it for her sake. Mu Haiyang smiled and did not say anything. She sat at the table and ate, but Ho Yun'er had a sad look on her face. She watched her eat and did not move her chopsticks.

Finally, she could not help but ask, "Sister, do you like Xintong?"

Mu Haiyang was puzzled and looked up at her, "Why do you ask?"

She looked a little panicked, "Nothing, I just want to see Xintong and let Xintong come and see you."

She smiled, "Of course I like her. She is my daughter. Of course I like her."

The entire morning was also silent. Only Ho Yun'er was a little strange and Mu Haiyang did not care that much.

...

Outside resting place, a person wearing a yellow Daoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk said, "The time has come. Please move to the altar."

Although it was far away from the resting place, his voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens and was clearly heard by Mu Haiyang.

...

Field, altar.

Four groups of soldiers stood on the four sides. They were dressed in military uniforms and held silver spears in their hands. They were expressionless as they guarded the altar. On the four sides of the altar, there were Dao Attendants sitting on the yellow pupa. There were both men and women, and they didn't seem to be very old.

The tall and short bronze candlestick had already lit up the short candlestick. Big Yellow's streamer was fluttering in the wind.

The round table was also filled with Dao Attendants, all of them wearing yellow Daoist robes. The difference was that their Daoist robes were all drawn with totems. If you looked at them separately, you would think that they were accidentally stained with ink. But when combined together, you could see that it was a complete Eight Trigrams diagram.

When Mu Haiyang saw this scene, she knew that everything was prepared for her. She was not afraid and instead strode forward. She did not see anyone she was familiar with.

Those Dao Attendants were also closing their eyes, meditating, and meditating. The candlesticks beside the Dao Attendants on the round stage were also not lit.

Walking to the front, the person who brought her over said, "Please step onto the altar."

Mu Haiyang stood where she was and did not move. She smiled and said, "They did not come. Could it be that I have to send myself to death? Ridiculous!"

"Master is already here. Eldest Senior Brother is also here!"

As his voice faded, Mu Haiyang saw two figures appearing above the altar. One was Songqing and the other was Yue Niancen.

Songqing was wearing the same yellow Daoist robe and Daoist hat as yesterday, but he didn't have a whisk in his hand. Instead, he took out a jade bottle. This bottle was very strange. There was no bottle mouth, as if it was made of solid jade. However, it was not. It was hollow, but there was no bottle at all.

Usually, Mu Haiyang would be curious about the bottle, but now, she did not want to ask anything. She flew up from the ground and landed on the top of the platform.

"Yue Nianqiu. Oh... No, I should call you Yue Niancen. Maybe you don't even have to call me Yue Niancen. How does it feel to be resurrected? " Mu Haiyang smiled contemptuously.

Yue Niancen bowed to Mu Haiyang and said, "Then I have to thank sister-in-law for helping me."

"What is it? Now that my identity has been exposed, you don't need to call me Imperial Sister-in-law anymore?"

Yue Niancen smiled without saying a word, but he sat in the Eight Trigrams Diagram under his feet.

At this moment, Mu Haiyang realized that besides the two Eight Trigrams Illustrations on the stage, there was also a rising Eight Trigrams. It was as if it was floating in the air, and one could not see the support below.

And Songqing was standing in the Eight Trigrams, as if it was an invisible halo. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see it at all.

"Yici, have you thought it through? Which of the five of them will you choose?" Songqing asked seriously.

He smiled and said, "I have thought it through!"

"Who is it?"

"[It's him!]" Mu Haiyang pointed at Yue Niancen and said with a smile, but she attacked him.

It was too late. Just when she thought she could catch Yue Niancen, Yue Niancen dodged her claw. He raised his hand again, but he still dodged.

Songqing, on the other hand, kept looking coldly at her. He didn't even try to help her.