Tang Xiaomin went undercover herself, leaking Lu Sisi's activities in real-time.
Closing her phone, a sinister smile curved her lips.
"Lu Sisi, I will make sure your every day hereafter is worse than death."
Returning home, Lu Zelei was shocked, then heartbroken, seeing Lu Sisi in such disarray.
"Sisi, how did you get into such a state? What happened?"
Lu Sisi said, dispirited, "This is the consequence of angering Ye Lingyun."
Lu Zelei knew about Lu Sisi's experience the previous night.
He never imagined that Ye Lingyun would not only throw Lu Sisi out of the room publicly and humiliate her.
"Ye Lingyun is too much. How could he treat you, a girl, like that!"
"Heh..."
Lu Sisi gave a bitter laugh, looking at her brother, Lu Zelei, with cold eyes.
"All along, you've wanted me to find a powerful man. To help me, you spent so much money to send me to the most luxurious aristocratic academy in Modu."
"But do you know, you're just an entertainer in the entertainment industry; people from high society look down on us."
"Do you know what their world is like?"
"They do business while chatting, forming strong alliances and achieving mutual benefit."
"And me? I'm like a beggar, tagging along with them, useless trash."
This was the first time Lu Sisi had spoken so hysterically to Lu Zelei.
At the same time, she finally saw herself clearly.
Without money or power, she was nothing.
Even her celebrity brother, whom she once prided herself on, was merely a pawn in a capitalist carnival.
Lu Zelei sighed, his current predicament making him anxious, restless, and unwilling.
"Sisi, I know you've suffered today and are feeling unwell. Go clean yourself up, get some good sleep, and adjust your mood."
"Heh..."
Lu Sisi gave another bitter laugh.
"After you've adjusted, you'll go back to the aristocratic school. Keep meeting rich young men and try to marry into a wealthy family. I know you've said this eight hundred times."
Lu Sisi showed her annoyance.
But even so, Lu Zelei repeated his words.
"You're in a bad mood today and are bound to overthink. Go and rest well."
"Tomorrow, I don't want to hear you say things like this again."
Lu Zelei turned and left the house, closing the door.
He left.
He didn't even ask what she had gone through today to end up like this, showing no concern for her well-being.
All he cared about was whether she could marry a rich man.
With no parents, only her brother to rely on.
Lu Sisi, soaking in the bathtub, thought of Tang Xiaomin.
She had been schemed against and humiliated by Ye Lingyun, issued a red card, and only Tang Xiaomin had stood by her.
It seemed Tang Xiaomin truly considered her a friend.
At least she still had Tang Xiaomin.
Suddenly, the image of Tang Xu, who died in the car accident, flashed in Lu Sisi's mind.
Although Tang Xu was hit by Zhang Guor, it was she who had instigated Zhang Guor that day, leading to what happened later.
Thinking of this, Lu Sisi became flustered.
"It's fine... it's fine, every mistake, every fault, is Zhang Guor's fault. It has nothing to do with me."
"That's right, that's how it is."
...
In the Underworld, after a disheveled escape from the Prison of Howling Hells, Yan Jun arrived at the Living Hells in the south.
Several undead soldiers guarding the border discovered Yan Jun.
"This is the border of the Living Hells, please halt."
Yan Jun raised his head and said coldly, "Look carefully, who am I."
"You are... Yan Jun?"
"What is that you're wearing?"
The undead soldiers curiously examined Yan Jun from head to toe.
Yan Jun said impatiently, "Go tell Chu Chen that Yan Jun has important matters to discuss with him."
Although his attire was a bit strange, his aura was unmistakable. The undead soldiers immediately went to report.
Before long, the undead soldiers led Yan Jun into Chu Jun's mansion, the Burning Palace.
It was the most magnificent building within the territory governed by Chu Jun.
Inside the Burning Palace, a woman in ancient attire was leisurely playing the zither, her melody of high mountains and flowing water as ethereal as heavenly music, captivating the listener.
Beside the woman, a man with brown, shoulder-length choppy hair, dressed in a white and gold ornate robe, rested on a chaise lounge, propping his head with one hand.
The woman was the first to notice Yan Jun and stopped playing.
"Qingyin, why did you stop? I was just soaring through the heavens and earth within your musical realm. When you stopped, I fell hard."
The woman named Qingyin said softly, "Chu Jun, Yan Jun has arrived."
Upon hearing this, Chu Chen slowly opened his eyes.
After clearly seeing Yan Jun, he let out a hearty laugh.
"What day is it today that brings Yan Jun here?"
As he spoke, Chu Chen approached Yan Jun, his smile gradually fading.
"We agreed back then that we would each manage our own territories. Now you've trespassed into my domain, breaking the rules."
A long time ago, when humans waged war and many died in the mortal realm, the Underworld became overcrowded.
Simultaneously, the supreme ruler of the Underworld, Empress Houtu, disappeared without a trace.
No one knew where she went, or if she still existed in this world.
With the administrator gone, the Ten Kings of Hell became unconstrained, leading to conflicts.
To maintain peace in the Underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell agreed to demarcate their boundaries, each governing their own territories and refraining from interfering with one another.
Anyone who dared to violate the rules would face the combined might of the remaining nine Kings of Hell.
For many years, everyone adhered to this agreement.
Yan Jun's arrival now meant breaking that agreement.
Chu Chen tentatively said, "Yan Jun, you've violated the agreement. I can inform the other eight Kings of Hell to divide you up."
Yan Jun knew this problem well.
"Chu Chen, it's fine if you divide me. How will you explain it to Empress Houtu when she returns?"
"You..."
Chu Chen's expression changed instantly.
"Empress Houtu has been missing for so many years without a word. We don't even know if she's still alive. You're counting on her to back you up?"
"Hahaha..."
...
Yan Jun was also aware of Empress Houtu's disappearance.
Before coming here, he had considered all possibilities.
Chu Chen might have wanted to seize his territory before, and perhaps he could have contended.
But now, Chu Chen didn't know what had become of the Prison of Howling Hells.
It was uncertain who would win or lose from that expedition.
"Two powerful rebels appeared in the Prison of Howling Hells. They jointly threw me into reincarnation for many years and occupied the Underworld."
"Chu Chen, I want to make a deal with you. If you eliminate the rebel Yan Jue and help me reclaim the Underworld, I will give you half of the Prison of Howling Hells."
"What did you say? Half!"
Chu Chen's eyes lit up, enticed by the offer of half.
With Empress Houtu absent, the Underworld was divided among the Ten Kings of Hell.
Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to expand their territory and unify the Underworld?
Such an opportunity did not come every day.