Venerated Venomous Consort

Since he had successfully taken over Rong Jialuo’s identity, how did Gu Xijiu unravel his secret? Gu Xijiu pinched her now pale red lips and answered calmly, “Rong Jialuo was once my friend.” Gu Xijiu knew her friends well enough, and that included Rong Jialuo.

One’s temperament might differ due to the change in his or her social status. One’s personality, however, would not change to an undistinguishable extent.

Although he always put on his grim expression, Rong Jialou was naturally a little shy and introverted. For the past few months, ‘Rong Jialuo’ behaved somewhat similarly, with a lack of amiability; but Gu Xijiu could still notice his mild sense of evilness through his eyes. That was when she started to suspect his true identity.

Before this, she even tried to perform several tests on him secretly, but the results remained normal, which led her to assume that she overthought the whole situation.

However, for the sake of his safety, she would perform some spells on Rong Jialuo every time she visited the palace to expiate the sins of the sorrowful souls.

Rong Jialuo was the kind of person with the ability to bring troubles to himself. With or without his attachment with Mo Zhao, she would still look after him in secret. Even though he was still Rong Jialuo, it would be best for her to know where to find him if one day he was unfortunately kidnapped by Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao was a smart man. He understood the underlying meaning of Gu Xijiu’s answer. “Xijiu, you are so kind to Rong Jialuo. I was once your friend, too, but why didn’t you look after me like you did to him?” He sighed.

Gu Xijiu responded with a smirk, “I once treated you as a friend, but that was all in the past.” Ever since he became Mo Zhao, he had been doing so many evil deeds that went against all moral codes and humanity. How could she treat him as a friend like before?

Mo Zhao looked down and heaved a long sigh. “However, you are still a friend to me. Think about it. Ever since we met, I have been treating you well and have never done anything to harm you. When you were in trouble, I was the one who helped you. I would not do anything to harm any of your friends, otherwise Little Fox would be long dead. Xijiu, you have to face your conscience. I have always been so kind to you, but you never gave me any chances. You destroyed several underground palaces of mine and injured me so severely for many times. Right now, you are even trying to exterminate me. Think about it with your conscience. Is this right? Do I deserve this?”

He had a gift of rare eloquence. His voice was gentle yet attractive, like a warm stream that flowed smoothly into Gu Xijiu’s heart. While he talked, he focused his eyes so intensely with profound affection. He tried to make her fall for him. His eyes shone brightly, like a gleam of warm moonlight shrouding the land.

Gu Xijiu remained silent and stared at him blankly without any expression.

Mo Zhao tried harder. He took another step closer to her and asked, “Xijiu, will you let me go?”

Gu Xijiu pursed her lips in return. “What about the real Rong Jialuo? Where is he?”

Mo Zhao sighed. “Am I not Rong Jialuo?”

“You are not! You are Rong Che! The Eighth Prince, Rong Jialuo, treated you so well back in the day. How could you do something so evil to him?”

“Xijiu, he was nice to me, so I refused to lay my murderous hand on him. Didn’t you know? He used to feel a strong sense of inferiority in front of you for always putting you in trouble. He wanted to become stronger, so he could finally fight along side you. He wanted to be the man who could protect you, but his talent was nothing remarkable. He could never make it past level nine with his own capability, nor could he become stronger than you. He was very sad and disappointed.” Mo Zhao explained softly.

“So you took the opportunity to lure him into your vicious plan and made him agree to the Blood Agreement? For you to own his body?”

Mo Zhao laughed. “You cannot say that I lured him. He agreed willingly. I promised to keep his conscience.”