However, after the ceremony began, the bride still hadn't arrived. Cyril's face paled. He called the crystal transmission countless times, but received only a cold response:

" Cyril , I don't want to be bound by a blood pact so early. I want to go to the human world."

At that moment, Cyril 's patience was completely exhausted.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly raised the Holy Grail in his hand: "Today is a blood contract. If the bride does not come, I will replace her."

The whole audience was in an uproar, and many vampire girls were ready to make a move.

Blair's heart was beating wildly. She knew that if she didn't stand up now, she would never meet him again in this life.

So she bit her fingertip, walked out of the crowd, and dripped her blood into the Holy Grail.

That night, she put on her ill-fitting wedding dress and made a blood pact with him in the presence of the entire clan.

And the man who didn't even remember her name became her husband from then on.

For three years, she carefully guarded this blood contract.

They treated each other with respect, but there was always a thick layer of indifference between them.

Until a month ago, Su Qiyao returned.

Blair looked at the man who was wavering, conflicted, and hesitant between her and Su Qiyao, and finally understood:

It's time to end this ridiculous dream of mine.

Blair was pushed into the temple's healing room by the sudden backlash.

Her blood vessels burst, and crimson continued to flow from the corners of her lips. The waitress frantically dialed the crystal voice transmitter again and again.

Finally, the call connected. Cyril 's voice was low and impatient.

"A mere disturbance of blood and breath, why panic? Vera just fell asleep. Can you afford to wake her? I have other priorities."

The voice transmission suddenly stopped, and when I called again, it was completely silent.

The maids looked at each other in bewilderment, unable to help but whisper, "How could a master put his nephew's rest above the life of a blood-bound person... How absurd."

Blair felt a chill in her stomach.

She suddenly remembered the young man who had sworn to protect her in front of his tribe members. Now the oath had become a joke.

When she woke up again, she was being forcibly injected with the blood of a foreign race and her face was pale.

Cyril pushed the door open, his eyes filled with worry. " Blair , how could you be so weak?"

She closed her eyes and said nothing more.

Cyril angrily scolded the healing maid: "After such a mistake, no one will escape alive! If anything happens to her, your entire clan will pay with their lives!"

The waitress trembled as she defended herself, mentioning the voice transmission yesterday.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering, and he turned to Blair : " Blair , at that time I thought...it wouldn't be that serious."

She said softly, "No need to say more, I understand. After all, you care about someone else."

He was stunned for a moment, then reached out to hug her: "You are always so tolerant... Vera is the only heir to the Zhou family, and I have the responsibility on my shoulders. Your understanding will make the whole family grateful to you."

Soon, Una came over with a bowl of steaming hot soup and smiled gently, " Blair , you've lost a lot of energy and blood. I made this soup myself. Drink it and you'll recover faster."

When she bent down, the faint traces of blood between her collars were clearly exposed.

Blair's chest tightened, as if her heart was being squeezed.

When she opened the soup bowl, she was overwhelmed by the bitter smell and couldn't help vomiting.

Una's expression froze, and then she said with a look of grievance that seemed to be about to cry: "Is it because my craftsmanship is poor, or do you despise my kindness?" She raised her arm, revealing the marks of burns.

Cyril frowned, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction. " Blair , Una meant well. Why are you reacting like that? She got up before dawn just for you."

Blair looked him straight in the eye and said coldly, "How do you know when she gets up?"

Cyril's eyes darkened, and his voice paused slightly: "Of course someone told me. Do you doubt me?"

This wasn't the time to tear it apart. She turned away and said calmly, "I never drink bitter melon."

Cyril was stunned. Una cried softly, "I'm reckless and always make mistakes. In that case, Vera and I will leave together so as not to be an eyesore."

She was about to turn around when Cyril subconsciously reached out to stop her.

The temple door was suddenly pushed open, and the priest rushed in in a panic: "Young Master, the baby's blood is unstable, and he must be treated immediately!"

Blair's heart suddenly fluttered, and she struggled to get up.

Cyril 's expression was stern. "Drink this soup first, and I'll take you there. Blair , don't push me."

At that moment, she understood that he was making a naked threat.

The bitterness poured into her throat, and she felt her internal organs churning.

Before she calmed down, Una gently tugged at Cyril's sleeve and said in a delicate voice, " Cyril , my wound hurts... Can you accompany me to apply the medicine?"

Cyril glanced at Blair , his eyes dark and unreadable: " Blair , my daughter is protected by the priests, nothing will happen to her. Wait until I come back."

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation.

Blair looked at the indifferent figure and tears burst out.

She stayed awake all night, guarding the door of the Infant Nursing Palace alone.

As dawn was about to break, her heart was dead as ashes. She stroked an obsidian crystal with her fingertips and dialed a series of familiar marks.

"We were enemies in the past, and our hatred ran deep. Now, are you willing to join me in this conspiracy?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the crystal, and then a low laugh came out: " Blair , are you asking for trouble?"

She closed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "If you don't want to, then I will degenerate."

The person on the other end laughed softly, his voice cold and charming: "Since you beg me, how can I refuse? After all, I have been waiting for this day."

Three days after being discharged from the hospital, Blair returned to the castle.

Her daughter, whose bloodline was not yet stable, remained in the crystal cabinet of the temple. She looked forward to seeing the nursery she had prepared for her daughter.

However, the moment I pushed the door open, my heart suddenly tightened.

The cradle, originally carved from bloodwood, creaked underfoot as Vera bounced back and forth in her boots. The bags of baby clothes she'd prepared for her daughter lay in the corner, gathering dust. The entire room was filled with Vera 's toys; it had become his world.

Blair's voice was cold: "Come down."

Vera curled her lips, her eyes full of defiance: "Why? If you get any more aggressive, I'll tell Lord Cyril and have him kick you out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears, and his crying shook the candlelight.

Soon, Cyril and Una hurried over.

Vera threw herself into his arms, crying breathlessly, "Father!"

Cyril's expression froze. He looked at Blair and tried to explain, " Blair , don't get me wrong. Vera is just...too attached to my brother. He was confused because we look alike."

Blair interrupted him, "Since he's adopted, it's perfectly fine for him to call you dad. But this is my daughter's room. Why is it in this state?"

Una stepped forward first, smiling softly, "It's all my fault for neglecting Vera's upbringing . Don't be angry, sister-in-law. I will punish him."

She turned around and pretended to scold: "Why don't you vacate the room quickly? This is my sister's. She will be the mistress of this castle in the future."

Vera cried even harder, her cry echoing throughout the hall.

My mother-in-law came over following the sound, her expression gloomy. "What are you arguing about? Blair , you're bullying my eldest grandson on your first day back home? If you hadn't killed my eldest son back then, how would you have gotten your footing now?"

Blair 's heart trembled. She had just married Cyril the year her eldest brother died of depression . Her mother-in-law always blamed her for it.

The mother-in-law said coldly, "Just because you gave birth to a girl, you want to drive away the male heir of the Zhou family? You are dreaming! This castle has nothing to do with you and your daughter anymore."

She pushed Blair aside and held Vera in her arms.

Cyril frowned. " Blair , why are you mad at a child? It's just a nursery."

After saying that, he followed Una and her mother-in-law to take the crying Vera away .

Blair stood there, and the candlelight in the room grew cold.

Late at night, Cyril pushed the door open and walked in.

He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the side of her neck, and whispered, " Blair , don't blame me anymore. My daughter is too young to remember these things. When she grows up, I will give her better things. Please give way for a while and don't make things difficult for me."

He still had the faint scent of Una's usual scent on him.

Blair felt disgusted and pushed him away, saying coldly, "Whatever."

Cyril 's eyes moved, thinking she had compromised, and was about to lean over.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open.

Vera hugged the blood-red doll, tears welling up in her eyes. "As soon as my aunt came back, my father stopped accompanying me. Aunt, please give my father back to me, okay? I will return the room to my sister."

Cyril looked apologetically at Blair .

She knew in her heart that the meaning was obvious.

Blair smiled faintly and nodded.

Cyril kissed her forehead, then picked up Vera and went to the nursery that originally belonged to his daughter.

The door was half-open.

Soon, a servant's low voice came from the corridor:

"The Madam has gone home, why is the Master still accompanying the Young Master?"

"Shh, didn't you see Una followed in? I caught them having a secret meeting long before the Young Master was born."

A gasp was heard: "Then...whose blood is the young master?"

Blair's fingertips trembled, but she still recorded everything and sent it to the ally far away in the domain.

She whispered, "Help me change my identity."

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the crystal, low and hoarse: " Blair , are you finally willing to give up? If your daughter needs a father, why not let me teach her the power of blood."

She interrupted coldly: "Do you want the power of the Zhou family?"

The other party's voice was low and charming: "If you dare to hand over the knife, how can I let go of the opportunity."

As the sky was getting light, Cyril returned exhausted, with black eyes.

He lay down and murmured, "I hope my daughter won't be as clingy to me as Vera is. Otherwise, I can't stand it."

Blair stared at him with a cold gaze, and slowly uttered two words from the corner of her lips:

"Never."

The night was dark, and outside the castle, black fog was rolling.

Blair , alone, holding an umbrella, stepped into the deserted vampire temple. It was an altar abandoned hundreds of years ago, the eternal flame long since extinguished, and only the bloodstains on the stone walls still flickered faintly.

She lit an obsidian, and the cold light illuminated the front.

Soon, a figure emerged from the hall.

The man wore a ragged robe, his eyes crimson as fire, and a faint smile curled his lips. Blair's heart suddenly tightened at the feeling of oppression.