The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

Di Fuyi was dressed in a purple robe and looked dashing as usual. He had to act swiftly to catch up with the umbrella. He stretched out his hand to get the umbrella and was back to the shore in a jiffy.

The umbrella was handed to her. “There you go.”

Gu Xijiu thanked him and accepted it in her hand. She shook away the raindrops on the umbrella and carefully kept it.

“Who is Celestial Master Zuo?”

Gu Xijiu was surprised. She looked up at him and saw him standing against a column. His eyes were dark, and he had a smile on his face. His hair was casually tied up with a purple ribbon, and there were a few threads of hair that dropped by his cheek.

Since he did not get a response, he decided to ask again, “Who is Celestial Master Zuo?”

Gu Xijiu took a deep breath and smiled. “Fuyi, let’s talk about it.” She did not want to be so ambiguous anymore. It was not beneficial for both sides.

She knew that Huang Tu had another identity, which was Celestial Master Zuo. She remembered when she was in the Lower Bound, that she went to the house of Celestial Master You before. The house was empty. Gu Xijiu wondered why there was no Celestial Master Zuo if there was a Celestial Master You. She used to ask around, but no one knew that if there was a Celestial Master Zuo.

Now she understood! Celestial Master Zuo was Huang Tu. The world had erased the existence of Huang Tu, and naturally also erased the existence of Celestial Master Zuo. When she married him, she also liked to call him Celestial Master Zuo. He asked her to wait for him, so she naturally had to wait! Regardless of what happened to her, she had to wait!

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The red mud stove was boiling water, and cups were on the table. Four plates of desserts were placed one after the other, and each kind of dessert looked cute and appetizing.

Everything was placed on a lotus-like jasper table that had two flower-like stools. The two of them were sitting on each side. Gu Xijiu raised her hand to brew tea for him; her movements were very graceful and pleasing.

Di Fuyi sat there to observe her. She had been ignoring him for a few days, so it was rare this time that she wanted to talk to him.

Di Fuyi took the cup of tea she poured for him and took a sip. Although the tea was good, he had a bad feeling about the situation. It seemed like she was going to talk openly with him. Sure enough, his intuition was very accurate. Gu Xijiu first thanked him. She thanked him for his continuous rescues, and then she apologized. She apologized for the nonsense that she had said in front of the public.

Di Fuyi was very impatient. “What are you trying to say? Be direct!”

Gu Xijiu took a deep breath. “You asked me who Celestial Master Zuo is. Let me tell you now. He is my husband.”

“Danggg!” The teacup in Di Fuyi’s hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He looked at it for a moment, and then he looked up. “What… What?”

Although he tried to calm down, his hands were involuntarily shaking. Gu Xijiu did not look at his pale face. Her eyes were fixed on the lake outside. She began to tell him her own story. She storied about her own experiences in the Lower Bound, about the illusions she saw, and about her memory loss.