Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 832

Mu Jin retracted his gaze, left a thick layer of shadow on his eyelids, and said with a hoa.r.s.e voice: "So that's the case, no wonder I keep having the feeling that something's wrong!"

"Mu Jin, why do I always owe Ning Zheyan? Why? I really don't want to owe him, if I wasn't poisoned then he wouldn't have died for me, then now she won't be controlled by her consciousness and become a walking corpse. All these years, he has been living a lonely and miserable life, I don't even dare to imagine, I really feel that what I owe him, I can't remember in my life, no, it's already too late! " Wei Yuanwei threw himself into Mu Jin's embrace, crying and venting like a child.

Mu Jin carried Wei Yuanwei in his arms, and allowed Wei Yuanwei's tears to wet his sleeves. "Iris, Ning Zheyan's choice was correct, so don't blame yourself for it.

Yes, for Ning Zheyan, death was a form of release, and a complete release.

But Wei Yuanwei still shook her head, and tears fell like the rain: "I know, I know, but I don't want Ning Zheyan to die, I just want him to be by my side, just like back then. As long as I blow the small bottle gourd, he would appear with a smile that was like the blossoming of a flower, swaying his fire red gorgeous dress, smiling and calling me small tail!"

The more Wei Yuanwei spoke, the more agitated she became, and the more she cried.

Mu Jin merely patted Wei Yuanwei's back lightly, to calm her emotions.

It was only after a long time had pa.s.sed that Wei Yuanwei seemed to have finally vented her feelings, and started to speak slowly: "Ning Zheyan said he was selfish, but I am actually the most selfish of people. I would rather live like a zombie than let him leave me, it's actually just that I want to make up for it while he's here, so that I can feel better.

That's right, she was currently in pain and she was crying for Ning Zheyan, but it was only because she couldn't repay Ning Zheyan for what she had done for her.

Everything that Ning Zheyan had done for her, she had tortured her every second and minute, making it hard for her to eat and sleep. That was why she was so crazed when it came to taking revenge on the Madame Yu.

When he chose to resurrect a person with a a.s.sembled Twelve Zodiac Spiritual Beads, Wei Yuanwei had been holding onto an indecisive decision from start to finish. She didn't even know how to choose from the start.

One was the person she loved, the other was the person she owed!

"Iris, if you want to make yourself feel better, the best way is not to make it up to the person behind Ning Zheyan, but to find out who the mastermind is!" Mu Jin's pitch black eyes looked at Wei Yuanwei deeply, "It was that person who caused Ning Zheyan to live an inhuman life for five years, and it was also that person who turned Ning Zheyan into a puppet. In the end, it was also that person who made Ning Zheyan choose to commit suicide!"

Mu Jin's words were neither light nor heavy, neither hurried nor slow, but each word was loud enough to shake the ground, heavily striking Wei Yuanwei's heart.

Wei Yuanwei lowered her teary eyes. She suddenly raised them and looked at Mu Jin in a daze.

"You're right, I have to find the person behind this!" Wei Yuanwei said softly, but his tone was exceptionally resolute.

"No matter who the mastermind is, he allowed Ning Zheyan to become like this. If you take revenge for Ning Zheyan, it will be the greatest compensation to Ning Zheyan. Only by doing so will he be able to rest in peace in the netherworld. Mu Jin's soft and low voice was like the cold wind of a summer afternoon. It was extremely cool and refreshing when it blew on a person's face.

It was as if it could make a person suddenly enlighten.

Although Mu Jin did not deliberately put too much emphasis on the "person behind the scenes", Wei Yuanwei still understood what Mu Jin wanted to say. He was reminding her to be prepared for the person behind the scenes, Cang Chu.

At the same time, she also didn't want to make a move just because the person behind the scenes was Cang Chu.

Wei Yuanwei sniffed, then looked at Mu Jin and nodded: "I know, no matter who is behind this, I will make them pay!"

Hearing Wei Yuanwei's words, Mu Jin's pursed lips opened slightly, and then revealed a faint smile: "It's good that you know this, stop thinking about Ning Zheyan's matters. Finished showering, have a good sleep, then welcome the new sun tomorrow!"

Wei Yuanwei took a deep breath, and Qing Yan's gentle eyes swept across the room once, before nodding: "Okay."

The hot water in the Liu Qu screen was already ready. After the servants brought Wei Yuanwei to change her clothes, they all went out together with the door.

Wei Yuanwei stood up from the bed, and looked down at her clothes that had been torn by Ning Zheyan. The heart that had just calmed down once again hurt, and the hands that were at her sides tightened, but Wei Yuanwei quickly covered up the sadness on her face.

He turned around, and looked at Mu Jin while hesitating to speak, as if he had something to say to Mu Jin.

"Alright, I'll go out. I'm not going to watch you take a bath." Mu Jin pursed his lips and sighed.

"I didn't mean that!" Wei Yuanwei pulled Mu Jin who was about to leave, but after thinking for a moment, he retracted his hand: "Forget it, I'll tell you when I wake up!"

Someone had said not to make any decision in the middle of the night, especially when she was depressed and in a bad mood. The decision was definitely irrational and she would definitely regret it.

"Alright, you go take a bath first, I will bring my men to bury Ning Zheyan's body well!"

Wei Yuanwei nodded, but did not forget to remind Mu Jin before she left: "Ning Zheyan really likes the Plum Blossom, so you want to bury him in a place with plum blossoms, right?"

"Then I think the plum blossoms from that place will be especially beautiful!" After Mu Jin finished speaking to Wei Yuanwei softly, he closed the door.

The lanterns hanging on the walkway long imprinted Mu Jin's slender figure on the ground. His silver hair danced lightly in the night wind, just like willow branches draped with silver clothing in winter.

"Master, Su'er is here!" Han Yue held onto Su'er's hand and walked over to Mu Jin.

Su'er's black crystal eyes turned towards Mu Jin, he did not know what she was planning at the moment.

"Little Su'er, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?" Mu Jin took Su'er's hand from his own. Su'er subconsciously took her hand, but she was stopped by Mu Jin.

Su'er pouted her lips and looked around proudly: "This G.o.ddess can't sleep!"

"Can't you sleep?" Mu Jin gently pulled at Su'er's small hand. Looking at her small face that was thrown away, he really wanted to reach out and pinch it.