Luo Qing Chen didn’t understand what Taoist Abyss meant by that, he just gave her a light blue crystal.
He wanted her to stand at Mo Ye’s coffin on the seventh day after his death and silently read his name.
“Taoist, what do you want to do?” Luo Qing Chen looked at the crystal in her hand and knitted her brows.
Murong Nan sitting beside her shook his head, “I don’t really know either. It’s just that when he was sending Mo Ye off, he asked for your name.”
“Yes.” Murong Nan gave a nod, “Taoist Abyss contacted me three days after going back, saying that he wanted to see you.”
Luo Qing Chen knitted her brows as a sparkle appeared in her eyes.
The crystal in her hand felt cool to the touch and a bit of anticipation appeared in her heart.
This was the expectation that came from rebirth after death, but in this world, the bigger the expectation, the bigger the disappointment.
She was still afraid since once people died……they couldn’t come back to life.
“Little girl, don’t worry.” Murong Nan raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, “I’ve never believed in things like ghosts and although I’m afraid of those things, I don’t think that those things exist in this world.”
He paused before saying, “But now I believe.”
“So what?” Luo Qing Chen pursed her lips and said, “He can’t come back!”
She had been thinking over the past few days what kind of feelings Mo Ye had when he was with her in the last ten days.
Drinking and admiring the moon, just talking to one another.
She felt that she had wronged him. Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later.
Not only did she not change fate, she allowed history to repeat itself.
“But he’s a fortune teller!” Murong Nan looked at her and tried to comfort her, “Not to mention that Taoist Abyss came all the way to see you, so he must have a way!”
“The soul returns to the underworld and people can’t enter the underworld.” Luo Qing Chen bit her lip as her eyes blurred slightly. She softly said, “But if I could, I would be willing to enter the underworld as long as I had this chance!”
The seventh day after Mo Ye’s death.
Luo Qing Chen wore a moon white dress with a butterfly pattern, along with a butterfly hairpin in her hair.
She stood in front of his tomb and her eyes couldn’t help turning red.
She didn’t come the day that he was buried. She heard that it had snowed quite heavily.
The snow and wind were so strong that it almost blew off the lid.
After she heard this, she hugged a jug of peach blossom wine and hid in a corner as she cried.
She didn’t know how to change the ending and wasn’t willing to return to the Chaos Space like this.
She had called the system, but the system told her to wait.
Other than waiting, there was only waiting!
But just the word waiting was taking all her strength!
But at least there was hope, right? If there wasn’t any hope at all, why would the system have her wait.
At the agreed time, Taoist Abyss never appeared.
There were maids and eunuchs in white clothes all around who had come to send off the royal concubine.
Only Luo Qing Chen knew that she wasn’t here to send him off, but wait for a miracle.
“Where’s Taoist Abyss?” Luo Qing Chen knitted her brows as she looked at Murong Nan standing not far away, “Why isn’t he here?”
“I don’t know.” Murong Nan knitted his brows. The timing was about to pass. He looked at the entrance to the cemetery and a boy in gray clothes quickly came in.
He kneeled down and cupped his hands to Luo Qing Chen, “Greetings your highness. Master has returned to the chaos last night, the ceremony can continue!”