Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 164 Reflect on Yourself

Si Jingnian's understanding of Shen Qingyao was so profound that he knew that at this moment, given Shen Qingyao's stubborn and resolute personality, it was absolutely impossible for her to have any further involvement with him.

"Mom, please calm down. Let me explain slowly. It's not what you think. Actually... it's A-Yao..."

Si Jingnian was anxious to tell the whole truth, but he stopped abruptly as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.

He hesitated, caught in a fierce internal struggle.

Should Meng Shuqin be told the truth about Shen Qingyao's current predicament?

Although he firmly believed that his mother was reasonable and would not develop prejudice against Shen Qingyao or change her attitude because of this matter, what if the news were to leak out and cause unnecessary panic?

Just as Si Jingnian was hesitating, Meng Shuqin saw her son suddenly stop speaking at the crucial point, and her doubts grew stronger, and her dissatisfaction was evident.

"What exactly happened to A-Yao? Tell me quickly! Do you really want to blame everything on your wife? Si Jingnian, you're a respectable man!"

Meng Shuqin stared wide-eyed and angrily questioned him.

Si Jingnian felt wronged, thinking that even if he had a mouth all over his body, he probably wouldn't be able to explain himself clearly.

The feeling was as if one had jumped into the raging Yellow River, and no matter how much one struggled, one could not wash away one's grievances.

But after all, the person standing opposite him was his own mother who gave birth to him and raised him. No matter how anxious and frustrated he was, he could only suppress all his negative emotions and patiently continue to explain to Meng Shuqin.

"Mom, it's Ayao who wants a divorce, not me. I don't know why Ayao insists on divorcing me. Could you... could you go and plead with her to stop the divorce, please? I'm begging you!"

Si Jingnian looked at Meng Shuqin pitifully, like an abandoned puppy, his expression one of utter grievance.

Meng Shuqin, who was originally seething with anger, couldn't bring herself to lash out when she saw his expression.

"Hmph, I think you must have offended Ayao somewhere, otherwise why would she be so determined to divorce you? You should reflect on your actions!"

Muttering to herself, Meng Shuqin gripped the feather duster tightly in her hand and stormed out of the study.

Her steps were slightly hurried, and her expression revealed a hint of barely concealed irritation as she walked towards her room without looking back.

Only after Meng Shuqin's figure completely disappeared from sight did Si Jingnian finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He patted his chest gently, still shaken, before carefully sitting back down in his chair, as if he had just experienced a thrilling adventure.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingyao staggered back to her room.

The moment the door closed, she felt like a deflated balloon, her tense nerves instantly relaxing.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion overwhelmed her, leaving her with almost no strength to even stand.

So she collapsed limply onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Shen Qingyao stared blankly at the ceiling above her head, her mind a complete blank.

At this moment, her brain had completely stopped thinking, as if it had become a machine that had lost its power.

Everything that had happened over the past two weeks felt like an absurd dream to her, so unreal that it was hard to believe.

Just half a month ago, she was still that fearless and carefree woman.

However, after this ordeal, she and Si Jingnian are now husband and wife in name and in fact.

Not only that, but a malevolent god inexplicably appeared inside her body, leaving her helpless.

This series of unbelievable changes left her completely overwhelmed, and she even began to doubt the meaning of life.

After this experience, her originally straightforward and outspoken personality gradually changed, and she began to become cautious and timid.

The woman who used to be fearless now thinks things through carefully before acting, and considers many more people and things than before.

At that very moment, without warning, Shen Qingyao suddenly felt as if she had been struck by an invisible force, and a strong sense of dizziness swept through her head.

The feeling was like countless tiny insects scurrying around in her mind, making her consciousness increasingly chaotic and heavy.

Before long, the dizziness intensified, and eventually Shen Qingyao's vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, trying to regain her senses, she was surprised to find herself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

Shen Qingyao looked somewhat bewildered, turning her head left and right as she carefully observed everything around her.

The place was filled with all sorts of strange sights, dazzling and overwhelming.

The space she was in seemed to have no boundaries; as far as the eye could see, it was filled with vibrant, dazzling colors.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Shen Qingyao couldn't help but mutter to herself in a low voice, her tone revealing obvious irritability and unease.

Just as she was filled with doubt, suddenly, a mysterious and deep voice rang in her ears like a thunderclap:

"This is your sea of ​​consciousness."

The sudden noise startled Shen Qingyao, and she involuntarily took several steps back.

After calming down a bit, Shen Qingyao suddenly turned around and was shocked to find a lifelike statue, as if it were a real person, floating quietly in mid-air, looking down at her.

The statue seemed to rise from the abyss of darkness, its entire body shrouded in a thick, almost impenetrable layer of black yin energy.

At first glance, his face appears surprisingly kind, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, outlining a faint, almost imperceptible smile, as if conveying a sense of inexplicable warmth and comfort to the world.

However, when the gaze shifts to those incredibly sharp eyes, everything changes completely.

Those eyes were like two burning flames, their gaze fixed intently on Shen Qingyao, as if they could penetrate the depths of her soul.

Just being stared at like that made Shen Qingyao feel a chill rise up her spine and quickly spread throughout her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Faced with such a bizarre and chilling statue, Shen Qingyao instantly became vigilant, her beautiful eyes fixed on the statue, not daring to relax for a moment.

She took a small step back, her body tense, assuming a posture as if she were ready to turn around and flee at any moment, while silently calculating a countermeasure in her mind.

"Are you the God of Bliss?"

Despite her fear, Shen Qingyao mustered her courage and asked.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of extremely hearty laughter suddenly rang out, echoing in the empty and silent space.