I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 735

Chapter 735: Chapter 735

A statement that came out of nowhere made your eyebrows furrow deeply.

Without waiting for you to speak, the Empress said something that made your heart leap in terror, "Zhao’er’s life is ebbing away more rapidly, and the time left for you is running short."

You urgently rushed to the Empress, not caring whether she would suddenly strike at your chest, and urgently said, "Empress, you must know where the First Emperor’s Mausoleum is, right?"

As you expected, she slightly nodded her head.

"Please, tell me!" you implored.

But she shook her head.

"Why? Zhao’er poses no threat to you! And at least for now, we are friends, aren’t we?"

In fact, when the Empress appeared just before, your heart was glad, after all, you were spared death; and towards the Empress, a deep sense of gratitude developed within you.

Among those you knew, the Empress’s temperament was the most elusive.

She was like the early summer night breeze that wandered by your side: when the breeze touched you, it was cool, but not bone-chillingly cold.

She seemed to always act according to her heart’s desires, never adhering to rules and regulations, acting freely and with unrestrained elegance.

Previously, you felt mostly fear towards the Empress, as her words and actions naturally made you distant, even as if avoiding a tiger or wolf; but now, although you still held some caution towards her, at least you could converse with her with ease.

Of course, to say that you and she were friends was to overreach your station.

"There are three locations of the First Emperor’s Mausoleum, all within the Zero Boundary; with your current abilities, going there would only add another skeleton to the pile," the Empress said as if it was something that didn’t concern her at all, "The information from the Scenic Sect Master should be useful for you. According to the information provided by the Shadow Guard, her former intimate friend was a successor of the Celestial Machine Path. Although that person is dead, he must have left behind a method to enter the Imperial Mausoleum and retrieve the Nine Siamese."

"The Celestial Machine Path?"

"The Celestial Machine Path, founded by the Chunqiu Taoist, specializes in Dan Medicine. It is rumored that Qin Shi Huang’s sudden death had much to do with this Celestial Machine Path."

A very simple statement, but it contained a vast amount of information.

After a brief contemplation, you asked the Empress, "You just mentioned the Zero Boundary; is that the same as the Yinyang Realm?"

"No, they are different," the Empress seemed unwilling to explain to you, but after a moment of thought, she added, "Zero means no one, no two, no three; from beginning to end, everything is zero."

Having said that, the Empress leapt up lightly, just like Chang’e, the Fairy who flew to the moon, her feet stepping on colorful Flowing Light as she flew high toward the bright moon in the sky.

Although you did not fully comprehend the Empress’s last words, you had a rough understanding.

The so-called one, two, three referred to "Tao begets one; one begets two; two begets three; and three begets all things" mentioned in the "Tao Te Ching."

Tao begets one, one is Wuji; one begets two, two are Yin and Yang; two begets three, three is the cooperation of Yin and Yang; and three begets all things, all things mean everything—so, the question arises.

What is zero?

At this moment, you did not have more time to explore the so-called Zero Boundary. Since the information was provided by the Empress, it showed that Old Lady Cen’s move was not a scam, and to deal with you, she indeed went to great lengths.

You looked up at the bright moon overhead, and your fist was clenched tightly...

That night, you did not sleep well and had nightmares all night long.

When you regained consciousness, the content of the nightmares had already been forgotten, but one image remained fresh in your memory, even now, upon recalling, it made your heart leap and caused a pang inside!

Knowing it was a dream, you did not bother to recall it deliberately but instead threw off the blanket and put on slippers to head to the bathroom.

With cold water, you washed away the last traces of sleepiness and, looking at your panda-eyed reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

You shook your head, squeezed some toothpaste onto your brush, and started brushing your teeth.

"Ding."

Huh?

You stopped your brushing.

It seemed like you just heard a sound like porcelain clashing, but now it was gone.

Shrugging your shoulders, you continued brushing.

"Ding."

This time, you heard it clearly!

With the toothbrush clenched between your teeth and mouth full of foam, you flung open the room door and rushed into the living room.

When your gaze settled on the kitchen, through the half-open sliding door of the kitchen, you were stunned.

What’s going on?

A person, oh no, a woman, a woman wearing an apron!

You rubbed your eyes, blinked a few times.

Looking carefully, from the neck to the ankles, apart from two thin apron strings, the rest was bare!

The flawless jade back was smooth and tender, irresistibly inviting one to touch; the willowy waist swaying like branches in the breeze caused your gaze to sway along; and below the swaying wist, legs as sleek as chopsticks.

Gulp!

You swallowed instinctively.

Perhaps hearing the sound of your swallow, the woman slowly turned her head and said in a slightly blank, indifferent tone, "Yun, you’re awake, breakfast is almost ready."

Zhao... Zhao’er!

At that moment, in your heart and mind, it was as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through!

Who made Zhao’er dress like this!

You wished to present that person with a million divine alpaca beasts!

Without another word, you spun around and dashed into the bedroom, pulled a T-shirt out of your wardrobe in haste, and ran to Zhao’er, saying, "Zhao’er, quickly, quickly, put on these clothes."

Zhao’er tilted her head slightly, looking at you she asked, "Yun, don’t you like this outfit?"

As she spoke, Zhao’er turned around in front of you. Perhaps it was her first time tying an apron, and the strings were a bit loose, so as she turned, the apron lifted, revealing Zhao’er’s exquisite physique in full view to your eyes. Her beauty was beyond words.

Despite having seen her countless times, each glance still left you amazed.

Zhao’er was simply too perfect!

Uh!

At that moment, you felt a warm stream flowing from your nostrils, and subconsciously reaching to wipe it, only to find fresh blood on your hand!

"Yun, you’re bleeding."

Zhao’er quickly reached out her hand, and as she raised her hand, that simple covering made your eyes nearly pop out.

"Zhao’er, you go to Little Yan’s room and change your clothes first; I’ll go wash my face and cool down," you said.

With that, you fled as if flying.

"Cool down?"

Zhao’er, apparently still clueless, did not understand the meaning of "cool down."

After Zhao’er had changed, you finally sat down with some peace of mind and asked, "Who taught you to do that just now?"

Zhao’er cocked her head, clearly not understanding what you meant.

You scratched your head and pointed to the apron hanging on the chair beside you, still carrying the unique fragrance of Zhao’er: "Who told you to put this on?"