The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

Gu Xijiu was reluctant to find out what she was up to. Moreover, she was not very close to her, so she only briefly nodded at her and left.

Along the way, people gave Gu Xijiu all sorts of looks. Some were sympathetic while others were hostile.

Even Lan Waihu, who was usually sprightly and full of energy, was unusually quiet. She was careful when she talked to Gu Xijiu and read her expressions occasionally.

As for Qian Lingyu, he was like a chatterbox which kept blabbering the entire day. There was not a moment of peace around him.

Gu Xijiu did not know where he got his jokes from. Recently, he would always make her laugh every time he was around. His stories were mostly about love with couples that were forced to be torn apart. The endings would always same, concluding that there were plenty of other fish in the sea, so there was no need to keep hanging onto the same person. He made Gu Xijiu speechless.

In the end, Gu Xijiu could no longer endure his never-ending chatter and asked, “Are you trying to comfort me because you think that I am heartbroken? Let me tell you; I’m really fine. There is nothing between Celestial Master Zuo and I, so can you just stop?”

The young man was quiet for a while. Carefully, he said, “Alright, let’s not talk about it. Not now, not ever.”

Gu Xijiu could finally take a break and return to her usual peace of mind. The boy had finally understood her.

To her surprise, she accidentally heard Qian Lingyu telling Lan Waihu, “Do not mention Celestial Master Zuo again, not even the words ‘Zuo’ and ‘You,’ let us replace the words with one and two. One represents ‘Zuo,’ and two represents ‘You.’”

Gu Xijiu was utterly astounded.

It was not a big deal to be heartbroken, but it would be when the whole world was talking about it.

Gu Xijiu was generally okay, but others thought that she was just pretending to be fine.

In the past three months, her team had encountered numerous fights with students from the Ziyun class. There were more wins than losses, so the results were very outstanding.

However, ever since the incident with Yun Qingluo happened, her wins or loses would often be perceived differently. When she won, they would say that she had turned her grief into her fighting spirit. Sometimes, when she lost, they would say that she was feeling too sad to concentrate.

In the end, people would always think that everything was because of her loss in love, regardless of her performance.

…

The crescent moon was partially covered by the clouds. There was a little brightness amid the dark. Gu Xijiu held her head up and looked at the moon. She then took out a mirror to look at herself and thought about it seriously. Did she really look like she was heartbroken?

After all, she used to be fond of Celestial Master Zuo. They were almost married. Under those circumstances, it was impossible for her not to feel disappointed. But was it that serious?

She had never thought to come here and look at the moon, but her two close friends were too cautious around her. They had drawn her up to the point of exhaustion, so she had to come out to take a break and reflect on herself.

If she knew things would turn out this way, she would not have said the things out of mere impulsion when she was arguing with Yun Qingluo.

Impulsion created misery.

The rock that she was sitting on was partially hanging at the edge of the cliff, like a sea rock. Although it was dangerous, the view from up there was terrific! When the weather was good, there would be layers of white fog floating around the cliffs. It was just like a wonderland.