1239 Playing the role of king in one's own small domain

doing!" He glared fiercely at my brother.My brother quietly held a small flashlight, and with righteous indignation he shouted: "What are you doing It's so noisy in here! Where's your wife""...Not at..."Everyone says Mom can't be exposed to the energy of living beings now, Dad has tried many methods but couldn't bring her back... just don't go in."

My sister stood before me, her face full of reproach.

She felt that I didn't care about Ms. Xue's life or death at all, but instead risked my life running around for Mu Wanchen and the people of Witch King Mountain City, clearly prioritizing "outsiders" over my own family.

I can't argue with that. It's true that I don't really pay attention to what's going on at home... It's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm used to it. My family never asks me for anything, big or small, my senior brothers and sisters always take care of everything, and I haven't had a chance to get involved.

But it's a bit too much for my sister to dislike me like this, isn't it

"At least I carried Ms. Xue out of the deep mountains and old forests. No matter how capable she was, she would have turned into bones if I hadn't. I don't care about her life or death, but you don't have to be so wary of me... Could I take this opportunity to kill her" I said, frowning.

My sister didn't expect me to say that. She was speechless for a moment and her face flushed red with anger: "I... I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that besides Dad, everyone else should stay away for now..."

"Did you get closer" I asked.

"I just went in to deliver things, didn't dare approach the inner room. I saw my father guarding the bed from the gap in the screen…" Her eyes turned red.

…well well, how do I feel like I'm bullying her.

"You can't look at that. Just tell me what's going on now," I softened my voice.

If we were to actually fight, I'd probably be the one bullying her.

Mu Wanchen was taking a bath with mugwort in my attic. I had already showered and come out to the front yard to greet everyone one by one.

My sister looked down at my figure—I have no figure now, my belly can't be hidden anymore.

But I don't have any maternity clothes, I'm still wearing my usual oversized T-shirt, the Moso swing bear T-shirt, and the little bear on my stomach has already become a round and puffy balloon.

"You... you should still sit down and talk, right" My sister looked at me with a hint of apprehension in her eyes, her gaze filled with sympathy.

Compassion, don't think I don't know. When I get out of the car at my doorstep, the old ladies taking their evening walks on the side of the road all look at me with pity, as if I were a naive fool who had gone astray.

I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head. "I've had enough of sitting in cars for today. Just tell me what you need, I don't want to hear anything else."

She curled her lip and said, "...unconscious, seems to be a symptom of losing one's soul. I've tried everything from golden needle acupuncture to soul-calling rituals, but there's still no improvement."

"Big brother said your complexion looks better... " I asked with a frown.

“Maybe your big brother comforted you... I haven't heard him say that, only that with the person still unconscious like this, if they continue lying down, their bodily functions will deteriorate… Who knows if they can be saved then, and we can’t even rely on the hospital.” My sister lowered her head and wiped away tears.

I frowned and said nothing. My sister is different from me; she's more fragile. She started crying as she spoke, making it seem like I was scolding her...

"Alright, if you don't want to watch, then I won't. I'll go rest first...don't cry." I said helplessly.

It's rare for me to be concerned about Ms. Xue, but my senior brother said her complexion has improved. My sister also said that if she lies down any longer, there might be no hope of recovery. I don't know who is telling the truth.

I turned my head and walked towards the small courtyard. To be honest, I felt it was a bit inconvenient to live here now. Although my sister and I each have our own small building, we are still in the same courtyard. With Mu Wanchen around… it feels a little awkward.

I was afraid Mu Wanchen would quietly run off to Miao Wang City. I hurried back to the small building and saw him by the window on the second floor, watching me.

The moon hung like cool water, reflecting in the small pond. He opened the window on the second floor, and a black raven perched on the sill, as if communicating with Mu Wanchen.

Mu Wanchen looked at me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "What are you spacing out about... It's getting cold at night, don't stand in the yard blowing wind if you have nothing to do, come upstairs."

"Oh..." Isn't it nice to appreciate a handsome man in the night

I just got to the second floor when Mu Wanchen opened the door. His hair was still wet, so I pulled him to the dressing table and sat him down. I blew-dried his hair for him.

“Your hair is so long, when will you be able to sleep if you don’t blow dry it” I tugged at the back of his head.

White hair like frost, when held in the palm of my hand, I feel as if I'm holding the fleeting years.

The mirror on the dressing table wasn't an old copper one, every glance from someone nearby was clearly visible. Mu Wanchen leaned over, holding my hand and asked, "What's wrong Are you sad seeing this hair I can tie it up for you."

"No, no..." I hurriedly explained, "Even though I've been watching for so long, I still feel... heartache."

He squeezed my hand, chuckled softly, and shook his head. "White hair in old age is a certainty for everyone, even those of the Witch Clan. If one wants to maintain their youthful appearance, they must cultivate immortality and achieve enlightenment. However, that holds no appeal for me. I'd rather grow old with you at my own pace. What do you think"

"Good is good...but seeing your handsome face, with such white hair, I can't help but feel sorry for you. How could I force a smile I just can't..."

Mu Wanchen laughed twice, using his fingers to comb his hair back, revealing a smooth forehead. The dragon scales at the corner of his eyes were completely exposed.

Ahem... That's a bit too handsome, isn't it

"Beauty and ugliness are just skin and bones. Life, growth, and decline are the ways of heaven and earth. You are beautiful now, but someday your youthful vibrancy will fade, just like the snow turning white to gray. Shouldn't I feel a little sympathy for you growing old" Mu Wanchen smiled.

"You don't need to feel sorry for me. If you dare to despise me, the washboard will understand." I rolled my eyes.

"Humph... You don't want to know Your temper has been getting worse ever since you became pregnant." Mu Wanchen reached out and lifted me onto his lap.

I puffed out my cheeks and shook my head. "It's not that I'm mad at you... I just got into a bit of an argument with my sister earlier, so I'm a little upset..."

Mu Wanchen listened to me recount the situation and frowned slightly. "That shouldn't be... The Wuzhi clan's bloodline is different from ordinary people. Let me take a look."

"See Could it be useful"

"...The power of the Witch Clan lineage dwindles if it's not passed down through three generations. Your great-grandmother still had pure Witch Clan blood venom, so your grandmother and mother didn't have any. But you are the second generation without the blood venom, there should be remnants of its power in your body. Perhaps I can awaken it." Mu Wanchen said seriously.

"Luckily I'm the third generation, so I haven't been caught up in all of this..." I hummed.

Mu Wanchen looked at me with a slight smile: "It's not bad to stay out of these things, is it You can grow up pampered in a wealthy family, rather than living in desolate mountains and overgrown graveyards."

I…

I suddenly went speechless.

Ms. Xue.

She has left us "behind" in this house for so many years, ignoring us completely and not participating in our growth or lives. What on earth...

Suddenly, my heart was filled with a mixture of emotions because of Mu Wanchen's words.

“Don't be sad, come on, let me show you something.” Mu Wanchen whispered in my ear.

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