“Hehe, is it because I drank the Soup of Forgetfulness1?”

Gu Yunjing raised an eyebrow. “Soup of Forgetfulness? That’s for lowly human beings. It’s no use on us at all.”

Gu Bailu chuckled. “You’re human right now.”

“But we won’t be human forever. One day, this universe will change.” Gu Yunjing had some of the wine that was on the table.

Gu Bailu pulled on his arm and asked, “Why don’t you tell me more about my past? What was I if not human?”

“You? You were nothing good.”

“I don’t believe you. Forget it if you don’t want to talk. I’ll know once my skills improve.”

“I’m telling the truth,” Gu Yunjing insisted.

Gu Bailu put her cup down. “Can we have a nice conversation or not?”

“I have to go back to Cloud Mirror Academy. Su Shenfan is crazy. He might really slaughter the disciples if Prince Zi doesn’t tell him to stop.”

The assassins of the Earthly Residence were all fearless.

While the disciples of the Cloud Mirror Academy were tough as well, they weren’t as good as the assassins.

“Alright, go on then.” Gu Bailu waved her hand and returned to her room.

Gu Yunjing had so obviously changed the topic because he didn’t want to tell her about her past.

But for some reason, he did tell her certain secrets that she had never thought of.

She didn’t know that she had been part of Feng Qingtian’s former lives. Was that why Feng Qingtian was gentle toward her and mistook her for someone else?

Then what about Nan Ningxin and Yan Anchun?

Gu Bailu planned to ask Gu Yunjing, but he had left.

Gu Bailu had two pots of wine, which made her head spin; it was easier to get drunk when one felt bad.

Ah Luo ran over to her angrily. “My lady, a wedding will be held at Prince Zi’s house tomorrow. That man really is going to marry that hideous woman.”

Gu Bailu shook her head. “There’s no need to tell me that. I don’t care who or what he marries. I just wish him a long and happy marriage.”

Ah Luo, however, was still angry. She regretted not taking all the meat from the kitchen with them when they left Prince Zi’s house.

Seeing through her thoughts, Gu Bailu patted her head and said, “What a glutton.”

Then, she fell asleep on her bed.

Smelling the alcohol on her, Ah Luo took off her clothes and washed her face for her before she left.

The next day was warm and sunny.

In this beautiful way, Prince Zi was going to be married.

Prince Zi picked up his wife, in her red robes, from the royal palace.

The horse he rode was as red as his wedding robe. The wedding parade didn’t return to Prince Zi’s house until after it completed one round of the whole of Pale Emperor City.

Along the way, the firecrackers and drums never stopped.

Gu Bailu couldn’t pretend that she didn’t hear them at all.

But she didn’t have to pretend. After all, the man had nothing to do with her now.

She simply abandoned her training and joined Ah Luo to watch the show.

“My lady, are we going to sabotage this wedding too?” Ah Luo was quite excited.

They hadn’t played this game again since ruining Gu Wanqin’s wedding.

“We’re not doing anything. We’re only here for fun.” Gu Bailu petted her.

Crestfallen, Ah Luo nodded.

Gu Bailu didn’t conceal herself as she and Ah Luo squeezed into the crowd to watch the twenty-four bridal sedan chairs pass by the Gu house.

1 A soup that one drinks to forget everything in their life before going to the afterlife