Persuading Yin Shiniang

Meanwhile, in another place...

After Di Xin left Skull Mountain with Yin Shiniang, that streak of flowing light did not fly toward Chentang Pass. Instead, it veered off course and came to a stop in a quiet sea of clouds in the void.

White clouds churned all around them. With no one else watching, Di Xin's thoughts stirred, and he undid the spell restriction on Yin Shiniang's throat.

Yin Shiniang gulped in air, her face deathly pale, her expression carrying a forced trace of calm.

"Your Majesty..." Yin Shiniang did not dare meet Di Xin's eyes. Her voice sounded a little hollow. "We... this isn't the road to Chentang Pass."

Di Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze quietly studying her, his tone calm as still water.

"Madam, there is no one else here. You may now tell me the truth in your heart."

Yin Shiniang's body stiffened. Her hands twisted tightly together as she shook her head again and again, stammering, "N-no. Your Majesty is overthinking it. Shiniang is only... only tired."

Di Xin sighed, took a step forward, and directly pierced through her final disguise.

"Tired? Madam, were you not thinking of using the excuse of returning to Chentang Pass to arrange the funeral rites, sending me and Nezha away, and then finding some deserted place to end your own life?"

Those words were like a clap of thunder, striking straight down upon the taut nerve inside Yin Shiniang.

Yin Shiniang abruptly raised her head and stared at Di Xin in horror, her heart pounding wildly, as though all her secrets had been stripped bare.

He... how could he tell? I clearly disguised it so well! I didn't even shed a single tear in front of Nezha!

She could hold on no longer.

Yin