Bai Wuyan was the Queen Mother of the West—this truly lay beyond Xiang Yuan's expectations. He had never once connected the two.
So that's it!
No wonder Palace Mistress Bai had exploded on the spot upon learning that the Queen Mother of the West and King Mu of Zhou had tumbled into bed together. No wonder she had turned on a dime after seeing King Mu of Zhou's portrait, tossing that pretty boy aside instead of keeping him close at hand.
Thinking back, no wonder the rich lady was always so imperious, looking down on everyone without caring whether they could bear it or not.
No wonder the rich lady knew so many secrets—she understood how to cultivate gods and immortals, and knew that the Heavenly Emperor had fallen to the Three Pure Ones.
She was the Queen Mother of the West. She certainly had the capital to act that way!
At this thought, Xiang Yuan raised his hands and looked at them, muttering to himself, King Mu of Zhou had lived off the Queen Mother of the West, and he had lived off Bai Wuyan. He and King Mu of Zhou looked exactly alike, and Bai Wuyan was the Queen Mother of the West—wasn't this the so-called past and present lives, rekindling a cursed romance?
Xiang Yuan, who had just been denying King Mu of Zhou's identity in every possible way for fear that the blood would splatter onto him, suddenly found this "past life" a little less objectionable.
If Palace Mistress Bai was the Queen Mother of the West, then it would not be impossible for him to suffer a little and play King Mu of Zhou.
But there was one thing he did not quite understand.
Rather than saying that Palace Mistress Bai was the Queen Mother