Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Chapter 167 A Broken Mirror Cannot Be Healed Again

With a "bang," something seemed to fall to the ground near the door.

He Lanjue looked up at the sound and met Ji Weiyu's eyes as she walked to the door.

There were some fruits scattered at her feet.

Ji Weiyu looked slightly shaken, staring at Bai Youran in disbelief: "You, you are... Youran?"

Bai Youran, looking disheveled, chuckled coldly twice.

"What, don't you recognize your good friend, Wei Yu?"

She's actually good friends with Ji Weiyu?!

Qingyao was somewhat surprised, "Wow... could this be the legendary case of best friends turning into enemy best friends?"

Lan Yao, who had just picked up Ji Weiyu, walked in two steps behind and happened to hear Qing Yao's words.

She nudged him, signaling him to be mindful of the situation.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Glancing at Ji Weiyu, who looked flustered, Qingyao obediently took a few steps back and remained silent.

“Miss, I’ve invited Miss Ji over,” Lan Yao said.

Wu Zhao walked over.

"Miss Ji, I'm sorry to have asked you here so suddenly." Wu Zhao looked at Ji Weiyu. "I think Lan Yao already explained everything to you on the way here, right?"

Ji Weiyu's expression was somewhat gloomy. She glanced at He Lanjue, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and then at Bai Youran, whose eyes were full of malice.

She then nodded: "Well, I wonder what Miss Wu wanted to talk to me about? I should be... no longer involved with them."

Somewhat nervous, Ji Weiyu clenched her fists, and even considered turning away.

"A light drizzle!" He Lanjue took two steps as if he wanted to stop her, but then hesitated and stopped, realizing he had no right to do so.

Wu Zhao sighed before saying, "Miss Ji, the reason I asked you to come here is twofold: first, to help you resolve your inner conflict, and second... to sever the ill-fated relationship between these two."

"You probably don't know, but Bai Youran used your blood to cast a curse on Helan Jue. As long as he can't see you, he will never think of you again."

"And this curse will also cause him to automatically avoid places where you might appear, meaning that as long as this curse exists... you will never meet."

What a vicious curse… Lan Yao couldn’t help but glance at Bai Youran, who was trapped in place.

This woman has such a vicious mind!

Is that really true? Ji Weiyu's eyes widened. "You Ran, you..."

She vaguely recalled the water glass that Bai Youran broke on graduation day, and her own finger that had been inexplicably cut.

"So, back then, it was all to get my blood..."

Ji Weiyu then realized that it was He Lanjue who had been out of contact since graduation that day.

She even went to Helan's house, only to find out that he had already gotten married and was on his honeymoon.

Overwhelmed with grief, Ji Weiyu didn't even bother to ask who he was marrying. She simply left the Helan family in anguish and vowed never to return to that heartbreaking place.

“You planned it all out, and there’s this curse on you…” Ji Weiyu closed her eyes and gave a bitter smile. “So it turns out that your purpose in approaching me from the beginning was He Lanjue. I thought I had done something wrong that made you stop contacting me after graduation.”

Qingyao couldn't help but snort, "I think she's just feeling guilty. Miss Ji, don't be sad because of someone like her. Besides, Miss will be able to lift this curse soon, and she will definitely get her comeuppance."

Even after learning that Helan Jue was innocent, Ji Weiyu still felt uneasy.

Avoiding his intense gaze, Ji Weiyu asked, "Miss Wu, what do I need to do to lift this curse?"

Wu Zhao raised his hand: "You don't need to do anything, I just need a drop of your fingertip blood."

Upon hearing this, Ji Weiyu reached out her hand.

She felt only a very slight tingling sensation in her fingertips before a drop of blood appeared suspended in mid-air on Wu Zhao's hand.

Bai Youran watched as Wu Zhao walked up to her with that drop of blood, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes: "No, don't come any closer!"

"I will absolutely not break this curse! You won't take him away from me—"

Wu Zhao completely ignored her shouts and pressed the drop of blood directly onto Bai Youran's brow.

"If it's not yours, don't force it, okay?" Lan Yao couldn't help but mutter. "Miss Ji and Mr. He Lan are in love, why should you, this ugly freak, interfere?"

He Lanjue felt a dull thud in her head, as if something had shattered inside her brain.

What followed was a flood of familiar memories and images that made him feel unsteady on his feet.

After a long while, the tall, burly man covered his face and began to cry.

"No, no—" Bai Youran realized that her luck was draining from her body and that the curse had been broken, and her face contorted in pain.

"You deserve to die, you deserve to die—!"

She glared fiercely at Wu Zhao, her eyes flashing with a crazed killing intent.

"My lord will not forgive you, my lord will punish you—" Bai Youran suddenly struggled frantically, blood gushing from her face.

It looks exceptionally frightening and terrifying.

She actually managed to lift her other hand from her restraints, trying to grab Wu Zhao!

"Zhao Zhao!" Just then, Gu Chen came out of the study and his expression turned cold when he saw the scene before him.

The skeletal arm, seemingly unrestrained, gripped Wu Zhao tightly before anyone could react.

"Come with me, Wu Zhao!"

Bai Youran grinned menacingly.

The blood that gathered at her feet coalesced into a skull pattern, and the next second she and Wu Zhao disappeared from the spot.

"Miss?!" Lan Yao exclaimed in surprise.

He Lanjue went forward to check and only saw a pool of blood on the ground.

"What, what's going on?"

Ji Weiyu was also very nervous, and even took out her phone to make a call.

Qingyao noticed that one of the contacts on her phone was Wu Liufeng, and he was somewhat surprised: "Miss Ji, you still have contact with Mr. Wu Liufeng?"

“Nini gave me this contact information. She said I could contact Mr. Wu if anything strange happened, so… is that not allowed?”

“It’s not that it’s impossible,” Qingyao explained, “it’s just that Mr. Wu Liufeng is currently recovering from an injury, so it might be inconvenient for him.”

Lan Yao wiped away the blood and looked up: "Patriarch, Miss...?"

But Gu Chen just shook his head and said, "Zhao Zhao went voluntarily, so there's no need to rush."

He knew Wu Zhao well; it was absurd that Bai Youran could capture him so easily.

Unless she had made preparations beforehand and knew what Bai Youran wanted to do.

"Perhaps he's tired of being constantly schemed against... so he's planning to strike straight at the heart of the enemy." Gu Chen's expression was somewhat indifferent, and his voice was also very calm.

However, Lan Yao and Qing Yao inexplicably detected a hint of anger in his voice.

"Let's settle these two guests in first, and wait for Zhaozhao to return."

Qingyao quickly replied, "Yes, Patriarch."

After Gu Chen turned and went back to his study, Lan Yao whispered, "I have a feeling that it's a bit dangerous for Miss to come back this time..."

“Uh…” Qingyao nodded in agreement.

Having regained his memories, Helan Jue gave Ji Weiyu a deep look, then turned to Qing Yao and said, "Thank you for your trouble. I will leave after Miss Wu returns and confirms that everything is alright."

Ji Weiyu bit her lip and said, "Then I'll have to bother you."

The two of them didn't look like lovers reunited after a long separation.

On the contrary, it's not much different from before.

"this way please."

"Since we don't know when Miss will return, our master doesn't like outsiders staying in the main building. So please make do with our building."

Ji Weiyu and He Lanjue had no objections and answered in unison, "Okay, no problem."

Amidst the overlapping sounds, their gazes unexpectedly collided.

They quickly missed each other again.

Lan Yao felt a little down when she thought of what Wu Zhao had said before.

It seems that sometimes, a broken mirror is indeed hard to mend.