BSI Chapter 432 The True Moon God will never come again, you are the True Moon God!
Chapter 432 The True Moon God will never come again, you are the True Moon God!
As Qin Mu watched her kneeling figure, the smile on his lips deepened.
He took out a dark-colored pill from his sleeve and handed it to her.
The pill was only the size of a thumb, jet black, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, and emitting a faint, bitter fragrance.
"Eat it."
Chen Ruoyao looked up at the pill, took it without hesitation, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it.
The pill went down her throat, bitter and spicy, like swallowing a lump of chili powder, burning her throat painfully.
She didn't ask what it was, nor did she ask what would happen if she ate it.
She knew that from the moment she made that choice, her life no longer belonged to herself.
Qin Mu nodded, his approval deepening.
"This is poison, and also a means of controlling you. If you harbor any disloyalty, I can kill you with a single thought, causing you to bleed from all seven orifices. Of course, as long as you remain loyal, I will provide you with the antidote periodically."
Actually, this is just an unpalatable Chinese medicine pill.
It doesn't have much of a controlling effect.
The real control still comes from the restriction that Qin Mu casually planted in her mind earlier.
Qin Mu fed her this Chinese medicine pill to test her loyalty.
It looks pretty good now.
He swallowed the poison so decisively, without even asking any questions.
Putting aside their loyalty, their determination and courage are quite impressive.
This shows that the woman's desire for power and strength had reached its peak, overriding her fear of poison.
These are the types of people who are easiest to control.
Chen Ruoyao knelt on the ground, head bowed, her voice calm.
"I understand. I would never have a disloyal heart."
Qin Mu stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.
The night breeze rushed in, stirring his moon-white robes.
"I want you to stay here as the Moon Goddess's substitute and form an alliance with Xu Longxiang."
He turned around, looked at Chen Ruoyao, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"I want you to be my eyes, my ears, and my hands. I want to know everything the Moon Goddess Cult does and every word Xu Longxiang says."
Chen Ruoyao raised her head to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with a firm, almost devout light.
"Your subject obeys the decree."
Qin Mu nodded, his smile deepening.
He turned around and continued to gaze at the deep night outside the window, his voice soft, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.
"Alright, get up. When we go out later, you know what to do, right? I don't need to teach you, do I?"
Chen Ruoyao stood up, her hands at her sides, her head bowed, her voice soft.
"I understand. I will continue to play the role of the Moon Goddess, bewitching that纨绔少爷 (spoiled young master) and making Xu Longxiang believe that everything is under control."
Qin Mu smiled but didn't say anything.
Chen Ruoyao thought for a moment and then said:
"Your Majesty... I have another question."
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow slightly:
"explain."
Chen Ruoyao's fingers slowly tightened inside her sleeve, her voice very low.
"Has the power of the moon goddess... truly vanished?"
Qin Mu smiled faintly, a smile that carried an indescribable meaning.
What do you think?
Chen Ruoyao's eyes flickered, reflecting the swaying candlelight.
She knew she shouldn't keep asking; the more she asked, the more annoyed His Majesty would become, and it would be counterproductive.
But she desperately wanted to know the answer. The shadow cast by the moon goddess was too great, like a mountain pressing down on her heart for so many years, so heavy that she dared not even dream of freedom.
If she couldn't get definite news, she couldn't eat or sleep, and even breathing felt heavy.
She gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, raised her head, and looked at Qin Mu's back.
"Your Majesty, will the power of the Moon Goddess... ever return?"
Qin Mu turned around, looked at her, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"I know what you're worried about."
He paused, his voice very soft, yet every word seemed to pierce her ears like nails.
"Don't worry, the moon goddess will never appear again. From today onwards, you are the true moon goddess."
Chen Ruoyao's pupils suddenly dilated.
Like a lamp suddenly lit in the darkness, the light surged from the depths of her pupils, illuminating her pale face, which trembled slightly with excitement.
Her lips trembled violently as she tried to say something, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.
She knelt down with a thud, her knees hitting the gold bricks with a dull thud, her forehead touching the ground, and her long hair slipping from her shoulders and spreading out on the floor.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Her voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs, and every word she spoke was shaking.
Qin Mu looked at her kneeling figure, nodded, turned around, and looked out the window again.
"Alright, you can leave now."
He prepared to deal with the fake moon goddess again. Subduing this fake moon goddess went even more smoothly than he had imagined, so smoothly that he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment. It was like punching cotton, soft and powerless.
Chen Ruoyao did not leave.
She knelt on the ground, her fingers slowly clenching and unclenching inside her sleeves, then clenching again, then unclenching again.
She pursed her lips, mustered her courage, raised her head, and looked at Qin Mu with alluring eyes, her eyes sparkling like a pool of spring water.
"Your Majesty... let me serve you."
finished,
She stood up, took the initiative to step forward, reached out her hand, and placed her slender fingers on Qin Mu's waist, hooking the buckle of his jade belt.
Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, the smile on his lips froze for a second, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't expected the other party to be so proactive; it was quite unexpected.
He smiled, neither refusing nor pushing her hand away. He simply leaned against the window frame, his posture languid, like a cat basking in the sun, squinting as he enjoyed the fish served to him.
Chen Ruoyao's fingers trembled slightly as she tried several times to unfasten the jade belt.
Her face was burning hot, as red as if it had been dyed with rouge, the heat spreading from her cheekbones all the way to her ears, from her ears to her neck, and even into the depths of her collar.
But her hands didn't stop moving.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging shyness and nervousness little by little, and raised her head to meet Qin Mu's gaze.
There was timidity, ingratiation, and a cautious, tentative approach in his eyes.
There was also a kind of desperate resolve that she herself was unaware of.
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Meanwhile, in the side hall.
Xu Longxiang sat in a chair with a cup of tea on the table in front of him. The tea had gone cold. He picked it up and took a sip. The bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat. He frowned and put it down again.
He was extremely depressed, feeling as if a stone was lodged in his throat, making it hard to breathe.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, but images of the main hall kept flashing through his mind.
The spoiled young master had his arm around the Moon Goddess's waist, and the Moon Goddess leaned on his shoulder with a faint smile on her lips.
Thinking of this, Xu Longxiang's fingers clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
The thought of that salted pig's trotter made him even more upset. He felt like his woman had been touched by someone else, like he had swallowed a fly, unable to swallow it down or spit it out. He was so disgusted that he couldn't eat for several days.
He and the Moon Goddess never even touched hands.
He never even held her hand, never put his arm around her shoulder, never put his arm around her waist, and never even smelled the fragrance of her hair.
As a result, that spoiled brat got away with it for nothing!
What the hell is this?!
Xu Longxiang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anger and bitterness.
He picked up his teacup and took another sip; the cold tea went down his throat, and the bitterness intensified.
He suddenly thought, it would be better if Qin Mu touched him... Wait, no!
What do you mean by "it's better that Qin Mu touched you"?
It would be even worse if Qin Mu touched me! It can't be any better just because Qin Mu has a higher status, right?
How could he have such a thought? Is he crazy?
Xu Longxiang felt like his brain was a pot of porridge that had been stirred up, he couldn't distinguish anything, and he couldn't understand anything.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the side hall. He took three steps, then turned around, took three more steps, and turned around again. Each step was heavy, as if he wanted to crush the floor.
He felt like he had swallowed a fly; he felt uncomfortable all over, nauseous, and restless.
He decided to go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and clear his head.
He pushed open the door and went out.
The night wind swept over him, carrying the chill of early winter, ruffling the stray hairs at his temples and stirring his dark python robe.
He took a deep breath, the air that filled his lungs was icy cold, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.
He walked slowly along the corridor, past lanterns, clumps of bamboo, and artificial hills.
The moonlight shone on him, casting his long, solitary shadow on the bluestone slab.
He walked to a side hall and stopped.
The door to the side hall was ajar, and a dim candlelight shone through the crack, like a half-open eye peering into the darkness.
He didn't pay attention and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from inside the door.
His steps suddenly stopped, as if he had been struck by a pressure point, and he froze on the spot.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on the half-open door, his brows furrowing tightly, a knot forming between his eyebrows.