Chapter 952 - 291: Rejection of Marriage, Divorce!

The noise made people feel irritated and chaotic.

Until the black and gold girl spoke: "Are you satisfied now?"

The chattering ceased.

The Prince stared foolishly at the golden curse spreading throughout the Royal Palace, without surprise, anger, or any sense of incredulity.

Quiet, as if everything was as it should be.

After a long time, upon hearing Zi Yuan’s inquiry, he finally closed his eyes.

A gust of wind lifted the petals, now feeling like needles, sweeping past, accompanied by a dense, piercing pain.

As the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but droop, the Prince stubbornly tugged at his lips.

Desperately pulling out a smile.

Knowing well that it would hurt when the needle pierced the skin, he prepared himself mentally to endure the pain, to withstand the agony.

But when the stabbing actually happened, all preparations seemed pale and powerless.

Unable to catch his breath, weak, the red in his pupils diffused in circles, almost dyeing his eye sockets and corners completely red.

The proud Prince, the esteemed Mirror King, merely chuckled, as if everything were still under control.

Stepped back slightly, using his left leg like a support, keeping his body from swaying.

Dignity, dignity, dignity...

But the method of squinting to give off an oppressive feeling as in the past was now unavailable.

She could only try to open her eyelids fully, sniffing, while maintaining an arrogant and disdainful smile, "How stupid, Zi Yuan, you truly fell for it. Now, everyone knows your identity."

Witch Association, Disaster Strategy Bureau, Old World, she invited people from nearly all organizations.

Transformed in front of all, from now on, Zi Yuan’s identity is no longer a secret!

She bit her lip fiercely, as if finally grasping the victory that allowed her to raise her head with pride!

Zi Yuan looked at her, but did not speak, merely waved her dragon tail.

Chanted softly: "The human path is ethereal, the immortal path is vast."

The Prince’s pupils suddenly contracted, looking towards the guests below.

An Shiyu was still puzzled by Zi Yuan’s meaning when Susan suddenly stood up:

"The human path is ethereal—"

Before she could react, she saw more people, standing up densely!

Among them were quite a few girls who had just reprimanded Jiang Si for making a fuss, now standing up, bewildered and fearful.

Then they looked as if they were about to cry, bitter and regretful, but all followed Susan in opening their mouths:

"—the immortal path is vast!"

The tables burst open with a crash, many who were still seated trying to maintain their final dignity among the Witch Association and Old World people fell to the ground, looking at the magical girls beginning to recite poetry with confusion and terror!

Immediately an even more elevated and solemn voice followed Zi Yuan’s lines, rang out again: "The ghost path rejoices, as life becomes the gate!"

Deafeningly uniform voices soared straight to the skies within the golden curse!

"The immortal path cherishes life, immeasurable to humanity!"

She heard a great voice from outside, An Shiyu immediately peeked outside.

She saw outside people standing up in masses as well!

All voices converged, ultimately merging into a loud and majestic chorus!

"Only wishing Heavenly Dao to succeed, not desiring the human path to decline."

"All heavens are vibrant, my path flourishes day by day!"

The sound loud enough to halt clouds, its momentum like a rainbow, causing the Prince to stagger amidst the overwhelming force!

All remaining Witch Association members, and Old World People, now slumped seated on the ground, trembling, staring blankly at the Cyan Cloud Sect team-building before them, mouths murmuring soullessly:

"Finished, all finished..."

Even Mu Jin couldn’t help but emerge from An Shiyu’s body, looking at the Cyan Cloud disciples and the solemn Susan around her, she couldn’t help but sigh.

"Unbeatable, I truly admire you! With such a grand scene, one couldn’t help but think it’s a wedding of your boss..."

The words weren’t finished before being firmly pressed back by An Shiyu.

Seeing the gaze of the other Cyan Cloud Sect magical girls converge, An Shiyu could only grin awkwardly and bow with an apologetic look.

On stage, the Mirror King now gently parted her cherry lips, pupils vibrating fiercely.

As the recitation ended, colorful magic power lights lit up, instantly transforming the dignified Royal Palace into a dance hall under neon lights.

She gazed at Zi Yuan, then at the sprawling Cyan Cloud disciples behind her.

Finally burst into laughter.

Under the watchful eyes of all, laughed more intensely, not minding royal dignity and etiquette anymore, even bending slightly, holding her stomach, laughed so intensely that tears almost gushed.

"You calculated so well, Zi Yuan, the Witch Association and Old World members I invited all replaced by Cyan Cloud Sect’s magical girls."

While speaking, the Prince straightened up, wiping her tears, "You did well."

Even clapped, as the laughter gradually quieted.

"I lost."

Although silent, she seemed to hear mockery and sneering.

It hadn’t happened for a long time.

Already forgotten memories, uncontrollably surged forth.

Also in the Royal Palace, also on stage.

The ugly performances and contests designed, the mother’s curses, siblings’ jeers, those gazes and expressions.

All vividly remembered, agonizingly carved into her bones.

After that, Mirror Country perished, she escaped alone, surviving in the crevices.

In the long time, no one chatted with her, no systematic dialogue, only one person, alert, waiting in the empty and silent crevice, suffering.