Social Death

Li Wuxian thought of Yao Guang.

It was a name Qin Yi and Liusu had always painstakingly avoided mentioning in front of her, afraid that bringing it up would give her some sense of overlap.

Yet at this moment, she brought it up herself. She remembered it herself.

But there was no overlap at all—only hatred.

Weren't you afraid of this? Then this is exactly what I'll do.

You are me, and I am you. Watching your own soul kneel and do such things—do you regret it now?

So what if I don't cherish myself? He is my Imperial Husband. What positions we use for pleasure in our bedchamber is none of anyone else's business.

The young Empress had only just entered her rebellious phase toward her master, but it ended as soon as it began, replaced by rebellion against another self.

This time, the split was truly complete. No conflict between opposing Great Daos could compare to the conflict of "hurting my master."

At the same time, Li Wuxian suddenly understood her master's strange behavior over these past days. From beginning to end, her master had come to cure her illness... No matter when, his foremost task had always been to solve this problem. He had never come to covet her.

It was she herself whose tangled feelings had turned the process into something so tender and unspeakable. Her master was a man who enjoyed flowers; holding himself back must have been very difficult...

Perhaps only when the seal flashed had her master finally relaxed completely. Though his soul was weak and hazy, it radiated the ease of a great stone dropping from his heart.

He himself had been injured so badly, yet he felt only relief and joy at having solved his disciple's problem.

Li Wuxian was truly