Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 446, leave Capital City

Chapter 446: 446, leave Capital City

Mo family patriarch, I trust you’ve been well.

A very bland remark, yet upon closer scrutiny, one could discern a mocking undertone.

Xuanyuan Shangchen’s lips slightly curled, his facial features still concealed under the shadow of his hat brim, obscuring his true face.

Enveloped in a layer of snowlight, he seemed chilling to the core.

The black Manjushage was suffused with the scent of blood.

It symbolized slaughter, as much as it did redemption.

Mo Zhixuan still stood there in his sharp coldness, not angered by these words, his expression as if unchanged. Clad in a white shirt, he surprisingly blended into the darkness of the night.

He was like a Shura walking among men.

He lightly flicked his sword-like eyebrows, his gaze lowered to the ring spinning on his index finger, the ferocious mutant beast pattern shimmering with a bone-chilling shine under the moonlight.

His thin lips curved into a derisive arc, chillingly faint.

Though a casual gesture, it made Ling Que’s heart flutter; everyone in the Three Realms knew that the ring on the patriarch of the Mo family’s index finger was no ordinary object—it could transform into any weapon at will.

Instead of a ring, it was more like a walking armory.

Rumors had it that the patriarch of the Mo family was capricious and lacked discernment between right and wrong. As a youth, he decimated cities like a demon; the mere mention of his name could stop a child from crying.

It could be said that, in the other three realms as well as the secular world, the patriarch of the Mo family was a terrifying entity.

Ling Que had always observed him from a distance and hadn’t seen his true face until today. The patriarch of the Mo family differed greatly from the rumors.

Not only was he strikingly beautiful, but an aura of immense power also radiated from him.

Entirely different from Xuanyuan Shangchen’s aura, which bore a mix of righteousness and evil.

He gave off a sense of being above the fray; perhaps such a person was born to be an overlord.

Mo Zhixuan slightly parted his thin lips, his expression cool, his tone low, "I’m giving you three days to leave the Capital City."

The air was quiet.

Occasionally, the rustle of leaves could be heard.

Xuanyuan Shangchen’s lips curled into a slight smile, "You’re asking me to leave? Who do you think you are?" He had never feared anyone in his life.

He had always been the one giving orders to others, never having someone speak to him in such a tone.

He, too, was once an exalted ruler.

Mo Zhixuan slightly lifted his gaze, his black pupils brimming with a deep coldness so tangible that it seemed to puncture straight through Xuanyuan Shangchen.

"Not leaving? Or perhaps you wish to bring harm upon her for the second time?" His cold words were uttered slowly, sentence by sentence, striking fear into hearts.

In an instant, the man under the night sky resembled an emperor looking down upon the world from on high, his presence so formidable it was difficult to meet his gaze.

The so-called supreme majesty, that must be what it looked like.

Harm her for the second time?

Upon hearing this, Ling Que looked up at Xuanyuan Shangchen with worry, mist swirling in her beautiful eyes.

She knew the truth of what happened that year better than anyone.

She never felt that it was Xuanyuan Shangchen’s fault. It was all but fate’s decree.

As an empress, she had her own responsibilities and mission.

The peace of the people was her duty.

The stability of the realm was her mission.

Since ancient times, victory made kings and defeat made villains; one could only blame the unfortunate fate of the empress.

In a conflict between two tigers, one is bound to get injured.

Xuanyuan Shangchen had already sacrificed enough for her; even if he truly owed her anything, it had long been paid in full.

The air carried a chill.

Just like the aura around Mo Zhixuan, there was no hint of summer’s heat.

The plants, scorched by the heat, gradually began to show a thin layer of frost.

For a long while, Xuanyuan Shangchen said nothing, scenes from the past flitting before his eyes.

The red figure who used to ride fiercely across the battlefields seemed to come alive once again.

Almost within reach.

Yet before his hand could extend, the image shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the scene shifted to the red figure leaping from the city tower.

The empress who had always held her head high and never conceded defeat was reduced to a pile of dry bones.

The people mourned.

The nation donned mourning attire.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at Xuanyuan Shangchen, then continued.

"If you don’t want to repeat the same mistake, then please leave the Capital City immediately and stop disturbing her."

Xuanyuan Shangchen remained silent, not a word spoken. Although his eyes were not visible, his trembling fingertips betrayed his emotions.

In the end, it was he who owed the empress.

If he had been more clear-headed back then and not valued power so dearly, that incident would not have happened.

He could resurrect her life after life, yet the one thing he could not do was to turn back time.

Out of all the miraculous Spirit Pills in the world, the one thing missing was Regret Medicine.

For years, he had lived in deep guilt.

Loneliness shared his bed.

This was the greatest punishment for him.

Ling Que saw every change in Xuanyuan Shangchen.

"Patriarch Mo, allow me to say something. This is between Xuanyuan and the empress," Ling Que suddenly looked up at Mo Zhixuan, her tone cool, "And it seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"

This was the empress’s last life.

All returned to one.

Once this life was over, Xuanyuan Shangchen would be able to shed the shackles in his heart and embrace new people and things.

At such a crucial juncture, they must not let all previous efforts be wasted. She had waited so many years; since the empress did not cherish Xuanyuan Shangchen properly, she would protect him in her stead.

Mo Zhixuan glanced sidelong at Ling Que, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, "And what are you, exactly?"

At the same time, a crushing pressure bore down on Ling Que from all directions.

It was suffocating, as if flesh, bones, and blood were being sliced apart and rearranged, the pain unbearable.

Sweat formed on Ling Que’s forehead layer by layer, yet she couldn’t utter a single word.

This feeling was truly terrifying.

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