The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

"It's extremely rare for two people in the Heart Forging Domain to break through the mental power bottleneck in succession..."

Wang Long ignored the discussions. He sat down cross-legged next to Ye Niannu, his right hand resting lightly on his knee, his gaze calmly sweeping over the surroundings.

Although the Mind-Building Domain is primarily for relaxation and tranquility, it's hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the situation, especially at times when mental fluctuations are easily leaked.

Although the surrounding cultivators were curious, none of them went forward to disturb them.

The story of Ye Niannu's journey through the valley has already spread, not to mention that she has Wang Long, who is equally unfathomable, by her side.

As soon as Ye Niannu entered her own mental world, a warm sunlight appeared before her eyes.

She found herself standing in a courtyard that was all too familiar, with a path paved with bluestone slabs.

Several spirit peach trees that she planted herself were planted on both sides. Under the trees was a stone table with two cups of steaming tea on it.

A smile involuntarily crept onto Ye Niannu's lips. It was the courtyard behind the Taichu Holy Palace, the place she spent most of her youth.

She recognized the figure by the stone table. He was wearing a white dress and had long, flowing black hair. He was turning his head to look at her, his face was aloof, but his gaze was unusually gentle.

"Master!"

Ye Niannu couldn't help but call out, and walked briskly toward that figure, as if she had returned to her teenage years, before she had been tainted by any troubles.

Ye Wushuang looked at her, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips, her voice clear and gentle.

"Niannu, come and sit down. The tea is freshly brewed; it's your favorite."

Ye Niannu sat down opposite her, picked up the cup of tea, the tea was fragrant and refreshing, and the taste was slightly sweet. Everything felt so real.

She chatted with Ye Wushuang for a few minutes, talking about the Primordial Holy Palace, Wang Long, and her recent experiences in the Spirit Realm. Ye Wushuang listened patiently, occasionally responding with a word or two, her expression calm and gentle.

But gradually, Ye Niannu noticed something was wrong.

After she finished speaking, Ye Wushuang did not respond, but simply looked at her quietly.

In those clear, cold eyes, the smile was fading layer by layer, like a painting being soaked in water, the colors slowly spreading and blurring.

Ye Niannu wanted to say something, but found herself unable to open her mouth.

The surrounding scenery began to distort, the courtyard faded, the branches of the spirit peach tree began to wither, and the aroma of tea dissipated, replaced by a cold and damp atmosphere.

"Master?"

Ye Niannu tried to make a sound, but found that she was no longer sitting at the stone table.

She was standing in a thick, white fog, with muddy, cold ground beneath her feet, and a heavy, oppressive feeling permeated the air.

Ye Wushuang's figure had disappeared, only her voice seemed to linger as a last trace, distant and indistinct.

"Niannu... the path you've chosen, your master can't help you with."

Ye Niannu's heart sank. She ran into the depths of the thick fog, the mud beneath her feet dragging her along, each step heavier than the last.

Faces vaguely appeared in the fog; some were crying, some were laughing, and some were moving their lips as if saying something she couldn't hear.

She saw Qin Minglan.

Qin Minglan stood amidst ruins, her robes tattered, her body covered in blood, clutching something in her arms, her face bearing an empty and broken expression.

Ye Niannu suddenly stopped and wanted to call out to her, but found that Qin Minglan's figure was slowly blurring, as if being swallowed up little by little from the edge by something.

"Minglan!"

Ye Niannu's voice finally broke through her throat, but it dissipated in the thick fog, as if swallowed up, without any response.

She continued running forward and saw Luo Hanyi again.

Luo Hanyi lay on her side in the darkness, her face pale, her eyes closed, one hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, the slightly raised curve gradually flattening.

Ye Niannu's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something. She lunged forward, trying to grab Luo Hanyi's hand, but only touched a cold void.

"don't want!"

Ye Niannu's voice trembled, almost hoarse.

She saw Xu Wanyun's figure flash by in the distance, saw Qin Jiaojiao fall to the ground and cry in a certain direction, and saw Wang Long's back rapidly fading away among those afterimages, like ashes blown away by the wind.

Ye Niannu chased after them desperately, but every time she reached out her hand, those figures would disappear even faster.

She felt her legs getting heavier and heavier, weaker and weaker, and each breath felt like swallowing cold mist. Something heavy was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't go...don't leave me..."

Her voice changed from a scream to a muffled murmur. The images kept replaying, overlapping, and crushing over her with her deepest fears.

She knew it was all unreal, that it was an illusion created by the Heart Forging Domain.

Knowing is one thing, breaking free is another. Those fears, rooted in the softest part of her heart, were ruthlessly unearthed and laid bare before her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

But she can still bear these things.

In a flash, Ye Niannu found herself standing in a completely different scene.

The sunlight was bright and warm, the sky was a clean and clear pale blue, and the grass underfoot was tender green.

At the end of the meadow stood an elegant bamboo pavilion, inside which were placed several plates of spiritual fruit and a pot of steaming spiritual tea.

Several unfamiliar women were sitting around in the bamboo pavilion, laughing and talking, their posture intimate and relaxed.

They were dressed beautifully, each with a different temperament, yet their gazes all carried a natural gentleness, fixed in the same direction.

Wang Long sat leisurely in the pavilion, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his posture relaxed and casual.

Ye Niannu stood a few steps away, as if she had been thrown into this scene from afar. Before she could even stand up, she saw the scene in the bamboo pavilion.

Her steps abruptly halted, her gaze falling on Wang Long's retreating figure, then on the laughing and chatting women, her pupils contracting slightly.

"My lord?"

Her voice was tentative and cautious, as if she were afraid of startling something.

Wang Long turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

His expression carried a hint of slight impatience at being disturbed.

"Why are you here?"

He spoke in a detached and polite tone.

"This is not a place for you."

Ye Niannu seemed to be nailed to the spot. She looked at Wang Long, then at the unfamiliar women who were casting affectionate glances at him, and clenched her fingers.

"My lord, what are you saying?"

She tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"Who are these people? You're coming back with me!"

"go back?"

Wang Long put down his teacup, glanced at her indifferently, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Why should I go back with you? It's great here. I have company, there's no conflict, and it's much more relaxing than being with you."

Ye Niannu's breath hitched slightly, as if something had gently blocked her throat.

"What...what did you say?"

"Don't you understand?"

Wang Long tilted his head slightly, his tone still cold and indifferent.

"I'm tired. I don't want to run around with you anymore, and I don't want to clean up your messes anymore. Do I have to be as clear as I can be?"

"I don't love you anymore, get out!"