Elsewhere, Zhu Zhuqing was so furious at Dai Mubai for giving up on himself that even her mammary ducts felt clogged.
Dejected, she found a teahouse in Star Luo City and sank into a chair, her figure looking forlorn and lonely from behind.
She looked at the black tea served to her and took a small sip. Her restless heart gradually settled.
Looking at her reflection in the teacup, Zhu Zhuqing fell into confusion yet again. Are Dai Mubai and I really going to be stuck as Soul Emperors for life, forever barred from inheriting the throne?
But she refused to accept it. She truly refused! Mere survival had never been her goal. She wanted to grow stronger and ascend to the Empress's Throne, ruling from behind the curtain and presiding over the realm.
If all she wanted was to stay alive, she would have begged her older sister for mercy the moment she learned that Dai Mubai had cheated on her with over a thousand others. Or she could have gone even further, becoming an ungrateful traitor like Er Bidong and joining a force such as Spirit Hall or the Upper Three Sects.
But she had done neither. She had still chosen to forgive Dai Mubai, because she understood that she had to stay with him if she wanted to become empress.
Her eventual decision to commit herself fully to Dai Mubai had come partly from being an easily deceived novice in matters of love, and partly from self-interest.
"Zhu Zhuqing, do you wish to ascend to the Empress's Throne?" A voice filled with temptation reached her ears.
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment and looked around, but she saw no one.
"Soul Power Transmission..." Zhu Zhuqing frowned, unsure who was speaking to her.
"I am a servant of