[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 37-39

Chapter 195 I Will Serve You in the Desolate

Mountains and Wilderness.

In a quiet and secluded courtyard, plum blossoms bloomed and fell in twos and threes in a corner.

Yelü Xuanyun, Chi Mu, and Nu Sang'er waited anxiously in the courtyard, awaiting news from inside.

"Sister, is that divine doctor you invited really effective? Is he truly trustworthy?" Chi Mu asked impatiently when there was still no movement from inside.

Nu Sang'er bit her lip, glanced into the window, and whispered with her head down, "He should be trustworthy... He shouldn't... lie to me..."

"Perhaps I should go in and take a look..." Chi Mu was still somewhat uneasy and looked at Yelü Xuanyun for advice.

Yelü Xuanyun frowned slightly, but before she could speak, the wooden door creaked open, and a man veiled in black floated out of the room like a ghost. "How is it? Can you revive him?" Upon seeing him, Nu Sang'er hurriedly went over and asked impatiently.

"What should you call me?" Yan Mucha glanced at Nu Sang'er, his face stern, and said in a hoarse voice.

Nu Sang'er was stunned for a moment, glancing uneasily at Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu, her face slightly flushed, and said, "...Master...can you cure him?"

"I said I can, so I can. Come back with me to get the medicine." Yan Mucha said, stepping out of the door first, ignoring Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu as if they didn't exist at all.

"Sister, why did you call him master? What is his background?" Chi Mu's eyes turned cold, and she stepped in front of Nu Sang'er, blocking her steps as she was about to follow, and questioned her.

Nu Sang'er bit her lip. She glanced up at Chi Mu, then at Yelü Xuanyun's worried frown. Unable to bear their continued worry, and seeing that Yan Muche had already left, she secretly began to fabricate a lie.

"He's the famous doctor that all the villagers have been flocking to these days. I also went to him for treatment, and he promised to cure Brother Zhuo, but he wanted me to be his servant and serve him for a while. That's why I... called him master."

"Be his servant and serve him for a while? No way! I think that man has a strange temper; he doesn't seem like a decent person. You're not allowed to go with him!"

Upon hearing this, Chi Mu was furious and rejected the idea without hesitation.

“Brother…” Seeing his resolute attitude, Nu Sang’er knew he would never let her do something he disagreed with. But right now, this was their only hope, and she didn’t want to miss it. She could only look at him pleadingly and say softly, “Brother, please, let me go… It’s just a short while. Once he recovers, that person will let me come back!”

“No, I said no. I’d rather find another way. The Seventh Prince and I are already looking for other methods. Just wait a few more days!”

“I can’t wait any longer… I can’t wait any longer…” Nu Sang'er shook her head, her body limp as if all strength had been drained, and she collapsed to the ground. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her gaze like fallen petals in the spring breeze, sorrowful and desolate. She kept shaking her head, her sobs broken and frantic: "Even if I can wait, Brother Zhuo can't wait any longer... You all see, his body is getting weaker and thinner every day, I'm so afraid... One day he'll never wake up again, I can't lose him... I can't..."

A barely audible sigh escaped from the silent man sitting on the bamboo chair. A faint, cold light flickered in his clear, serene eyes. He stared intently for a moment, then slowly spoke, "If you insist on going, then go. We won't stop you."

"Seventh Prince!" Upon hearing this, Chi Mu was even more shocked, staring in disbelief at the serene man in the sunlight, as if she couldn't believe these words came from him.

"...You...you really agree to let me go?" Nu Sang'er was stunned, her tearful eyes filled with joy and surprise. She had thought Yelü Xuanyun would also try to stop her from going, but unexpectedly, he had granted her permission.

"I agree..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled elegantly, his eyes neither worried nor happy, neither surprised nor angry, as calm as a still lake. His ethereal voice slowly spread through the quiet courtyard, "Since we are now husband and wife, we should share joys and sorrows, and stand together through thick and thin. If you want to become his slave, I will go with you and become a slave together."

"...This...this..." Nu Sang'er was stunned, then her eyes widened, and she shook her head repeatedly, "No, this...this...can't be..."

"Why can't it be? The same capital, but one more slave. Such a worthwhile deal, how could anyone disagree?"

Yelü Xuanyun smiled calmly, his gaze drifting towards the hem of her clothes fluttering in the wind outside the house.

"Hahahaha..." A rough, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out from outside the door. Following that grating, obscure laughter, Yan Mucha said in a raspy voice, "That's right. How could I not take such a good deal? Since you're willing to be my slave, why would I stop you? In that case, both of you will come back with me."

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Author's Note: Actually, Yan Mucha isn't ugly at all. He's actually a handsome guy, though he used to be... *chuckles*... The next chapter will reveal his various past experiences, so the title of the next chapter should be, "'How is an Ugly Monster' Made?" (*^＿＿^*) Hehe…

Chapter 196 Calamity Approaches (Princess)

“Ye Fuge, stop! Explain yourself! What do you mean by not saying a word!”

“Stop! Stop right there! Ye! Fu!ge!”

Luanxuan jogged after Ye Fuge, who was walking back to the cave with a sullen face and no words in his eyes. She was both angry and anxious. Seeing that he still refused to respond, she bit her lip and ran to him with all her might. She stretched out her arm to block his way and called out breathlessly, “Ye Fuge, I’m talking to you! Did you hear me?!”

Ye Fuge frowned and was about to lash out when his expression suddenly changed. His fox-like, wary and cunning eyes turned cold. He grabbed Luanxuan and pulled her behind him. His murderous eyes swept coldly around the surroundings.

A dense rainstorm shrouded the forest, and an even stronger killing intent permeated the thick woods. The howling wind carried an intense aura of bloodlust. Luan Xuan sensed the uneasy atmosphere and cowered behind Ye Fuge, warily scanning their surroundings. Ling Chunjian and Si Wumei, sitting quietly outside the cave, also sensed the impending bloodshed, their expressions instantly darkening.

"As soon as you have a chance, take Si Wumei and escape quickly. Don't look back,"

Ye Fuge said calmly and reservedly to Luan Xuan. His eyes, devoid of their usual carefree spirit, were now exceptionally cold and sharp, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, a turbulent glint in his dark pupils.

"And what about you..." Luanxuan shook her head anxiously, looking at him nervously, her heart filled with unease. Just as she finished speaking, dark clouds obscured the sun, the light vanished, and the sky darkened. A series of sharp rustling sounds followed, and soon more than a dozen men in black descended, surrounding them. Their appearance brought a powerful shock, like a mountain rainstorm, and a bloodthirsty aura enveloped half the sky. "Who are you?!" Luanxuan looked at them, all dressed in black, masked, and looking fierce, and mustered her courage to shout.

"The ones who will send you to meet the King of Hell!" The leader waved his hand, his cold, ruthless words revealed: "Kill!"

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the men in black, each wielding a cold sword, lunged at Ye Fuge and the others.

"Who will send whom to meet the King of Hell is still uncertain!" Ye Fuge sneered, his voice carrying the chill of millennia-old ice, cold yet filled with killing intent. His sword flashed from its sheath, a glint of snow in the air, and he moved like a whirlwind towards the men in black.

In an instant, amidst the clash of blades, streaks of red blood shot from their bodies, following the direction of the snow-like light, and drifted away on the wind.

Although Ye Fuge was usually carefree and fond of literature, disliking martial arts, his swordsmanship was exceptionally high. Even surrounded by seven or eight people, he showed no panic. With a swift and graceful swordplay, three or four men in black died under his blade in no time.

"Well done! Well done!" Luan Xuan had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship before. She was completely mesmerized and clapped her hands excitedly, regardless of the occasion. Ye Fuge, who was fighting with the men in black, was furious. He glared at Luan Xuan and Ling Chunjian and shouted angrily, "Why aren't you taking your people away!"

Luan Xuan then remembered his whispered words to her and hurriedly ran to Ling Chunjian's side, helping him to his feet and stumbling into the depths of the forest.

Seeing them try to escape, the men in black were unwilling to give up. Several of them let out a low shout, turned around, and chased after Luan Xuan and the others in the direction they had fled. Ye Fuge's eyes turned cold, seeing their intentions. He turned and leaped up, his cold sword flashing, blocking their path. With a nimble twist of his wrist, he swung his longsword fiercely, and a string of blood beads immediately spurted from the neck of one of the men in black.

However, he was only one person, and he was injured, while his opponents all possessed formidable inner strength. Although he was as agile as a swallow and could keep his own life, he could not stop the men in black from pursuing him. While he was locked in a fierce battle with one of the men in black, several more men in black had already chased after them along the path behind the stone cave.

The path was covered with fallen leaves. The sound of hurried footsteps continued. Those were the footsteps of escape, the footsteps of survival, but no matter how fast they ran, they could never escape the chilling aura and the impending killing intent behind them.

"Brother Chunjian, there are two paths here, which way should we go!" Luanxuan looked at the two forks in the road in front of her, glanced back frantically, and saw several figures faintly visible among the dense, withered branches. She bit her lip and cried out anxiously. Her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

Ling Chunjian glanced at the paths on both sides, hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the path on the left and whispered, "Let's go this way!"

"Okay!" Luanxuan nodded quickly, and with Si Wumei's help, hurriedly walked towards the path on the left. After taking a few steps, she saw that Ling Chunjian was still standing in place, and hurriedly called out, "Brother Chunjian, hurry up, they're coming after us!"

Ling Chunjian glanced at the path and said softly, "If we go together, we'll definitely be caught. I'll stay on this path to distract them, and then I'll come back to meet you later."

"But..." Luanxuan wanted to say something, but she saw Ling Chunjian's figure flash by, and without looking back, he walked straight towards the path, disappearing into the tall grass in an instant.

Although Luan Xuan was unwilling, she knew she couldn't stay there any longer. With her heart pounding in her throat, she helped the pale and shivering Si Wumei away. The further she went, the more she sensed something was wrong with him. His body grew colder and he trembled violently. Looking at his increasingly ashen face and his dark eyes, which seemed to be covered in frost, she cried out in alarm, "You...you wouldn't be...no...your cold poison can't flare up now!! Si Wumei, hold on, not now!!"

"Ugh..." Si Wumei's dark, icy eyes trembled a few times. She suddenly let out a low moan, her entire body collapsing heavily onto the withered grass. Clutching her arms, she writhed in pain, her whole body seemingly covered in frost, radiating a chilling aura. "Hey!! What's wrong with you!! Pull yourself together!!"

Luan Xuan glanced around frantically, on the verge of tears. She desperately hoped Ye Fuge and Ling Chunjian would suddenly appear, but all she received in response was the howling wind and the increasingly intense killing intent.

"You go on your own, don't worry about me!" Si Wumei trembled, clutching her arms, wisps of cold air rising from her mouth, her eyes as cold as ice. Proud and unyielding.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly abandon you at a time like this!" Luanxuan shook her head and cried out, "If you stay here, you'll only... you'll only die. Go, I won't... blame you!" Si Wumei trembled even more violently, and even his hair began to be covered with a light layer of white frost. A chilling aura emanated from him.

"What nonsense are you talking about! You're their good brother, their good friend, and my good friend too! I won't abandon you!"

Luanxuan, quick-witted, spoke while pulling out a hairpin from her hair. Imitating what Ye Fuge and the others had done before, she gripped the sharp end of the hairpin, closed her eyes, and made a cut on her wrist. A piercing pain immediately shot through her, and a bead of bright red blood flowed down her wrist. Ignoring her pain, she quickly helped him up and poured the blood from her wrist onto his lips. Si Wumei was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe she would do such a thing, but the taste of the blood dripping onto his lips still tempted him to greedily suck it. Gradually, the chill on his body lessened, dissipating little by little, and a little color returned to his face. "Alright, you're not so cold anymore. Do you feel better now?!" Seeing the change in his expression, Luanxuan exclaimed with delight. He looked at her happy, smiling face, his gaze flickering. He coughed, awkwardly turning his head away, and said in a deep voice, "I will reward you when we get back."

Luanxuan noticed his cheeks had inexplicably turned red and found it particularly amusing. She chuckled and teased, "That depends on whether I'm alive enough to receive your reward!"

"I think you're not!" With a loud shout, two men in black flew over, sneering at them as their swords hurtled towards them. "Ah!" Luanxuan cried out in alarm, thinking she was doomed. But then she saw Si Wumei furrow her brow, suppressing the pain in her shoulder wound, and suddenly draw her sword, narrowly blocking the sharp tip of the blade.

The man in black gave a low shout, his sword flashed, and he thrust it diagonally, engaging Si Wumei in combat. Si Wumei's swordsmanship was usually quite strong, even possessing astonishing power, but unfortunately, he was severely injured, and the cold poison had just flared up, rendering him unable to use his inner strength. Just as his sword was knocked away by the man in black, and the sharp, cold blade was about to pierce his heart, a stone came flying through the air, severing the cold blade. A sound of clothes fluttering in the air was heard, and Ye Fuge had appeared before them from nowhere, holding a blood-stained cold blade, shielding the two of them behind him. He was also injured, his arms and chest covered in blood, indistinguishable whether it was the enemy's blood or his own.

Three or four more men in black had followed him, and the five of them exchanged glances and lined up in a row, like an impenetrable net, surrounding them with no way to retreat or escape.

Ye Fuge looked at the smug smiles on the faces of those men, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He gripped the cold blade in his hand tightly, his gaze filled with a desperate resolve. Even if there was no chance of survival, he would never admit defeat until the very last moment. Even if he lost, he would not beg for mercy. "Who are you people? Why do you have to kill us?!" Luan Xuan screamed and glared at them, unwilling to give up. Even if she died, she wanted to die knowing the truth.

The man in black smiled without speaking, only continuing to approach them. "Was it Consort Zhen who sent you?" Si Wumei looked at the special waist tag hanging on their waists, her eyes darkening, and asked coldly, "To die knowing the truth before you die, so that your life in this world won't have been in vain! Tell all your grievances to the King of Hell!"

The man in black sneered, neither confirming nor denying, gripping the cold sword in his hand, and walked towards them step by step. Suddenly, an excited horse roar came from not far away, and a simple carriage sped up from behind them. A man in white sat in the carriage, driving it at high speed, holding a huge torch in his hand. It was Ling Chunjian. He drove the carriage into the crowd, waving the torch around, and for a moment, flames blazed up, burning fiercely. None of the men in black dared to approach.

Ye Fuge understood his intention and immediately led Luanxuan and the others onto the simple carriage. Seeing that they were safely mounted, Ling Chunjian immediately pulled on the reins and galloped off towards the path ahead.

Those in black were unwilling to give up easily, and naturally pursued relentlessly. One fled, the other chased, galloping wildly. Unexpectedly, at the end of the stone path lay a precipice. Looking at the bottomless abyss, Ling Chunjian, Ye Fuge, and Si Wumei exchanged a knowing glance and nodded in understanding. Since there was no hope of survival, they had no choice but to gamble. With a firm resolve, Ling Chunjian whipped his horse hard again, and the steed let out a mournful neigh, charging towards the cliff's edge.

Chapter 197 Yan Muchi's Past

Late at night, dark clouds filled the sky, and snow fell heavily.

"Clang...clang..."

The night was deep, but the sound of chopping wood in the silent courtyard continued unabated. The courtyard was so quiet that, apart from the repeated sounds of the axe striking the wood, almost no other sound could be heard.

Nu Sang'er stood by the window in the main room, her gaze reluctantly drifting out. In the snowy courtyard, a thin man sat in a wheelchair, half-bent over, chopping wood. His movements were somewhat clumsy, but his focus was exceptionally earnest, his gaze calm. As Nu Sang'er watched, a deep sense of self-reproach and guilt welled up in her watery eyes.

"Chop...chop...chop..."

Each sound felt like a needle piercing her heart. Her slender fingers gripped the window frame tightly. Her gaze flickered for a moment, then she abruptly turned, opened the door, and was about to leave when she saw a figure standing motionless before her.

"Where are you going? I won't allow you to step out of this room." Yan Mucha glanced at her coldly, shook the snowflakes off his sleeves, and stepped into the warm pavilion first. He sat on the blue embroidered cushion and said without turning his head, "Come here and comb my hair."

Nu Sang'er glanced out the window again, clasped her hands together, and walked to him. Her soft voice was almost pleading, "...Master, I beg you, it's so late, and it's snowing heavily outside. Please let him go back to rest. The Seventh Prince's health has always been weak. If he stays in this cold, I'm afraid he'll get sick again..."

"There is no Seventh Prince here, only my slave. I didn't force him to suffer. He brought this on himself. He can't blame anyone else."

Yan Mucha didn't even look at the person outside the window. He just stared coldly at the terrifying face in the bronze mirror, the smile on his lips extremely chilling.

“Master… Sang’er… please… please let him go back…” Hearing the intermittent coughing coming from outside the window, Sang’er felt a pang of pain in her heart. Tears welling in her eyes, she knelt on the ground with a thud, pleading, “Or, let Sang’er chop wood for him. Sang’er is healthy, Sang’er isn’t afraid of the cold, please… Master… please…”

“You cried for him?” Yan Muqi shifted his gaze from the bronze mirror to her tear-streaked face, staring at her for a long time with an uncertain expression. He ran his fingers across her cheek, then suddenly grabbed her chin tightly, glaring at her fiercely, “Why are you crying for him? You like him?? Do you like his face? You think his face is handsome, don’t you?”

“I…” Nu Sang'er was terrified by his fierce gaze, momentarily stunned and sobbing, unable to speak. "Do you think my face is ugly? Do you feel pain, horror, and nausea looking at my face?!"

He roared, grabbing her chin forcefully. His face, mostly burned and covered with hideous scabs, drew closer to her, almost touching her face. His dark, narrow eyes, filled with the aura of death, stared at her intently, as if he would devour her alive at any moment.

"...No...I...I...didn't..." Nu Sang'er shook her head frantically. Despite the freezing weather with snow falling, she was already drenched in cold sweat from his fright.

"You're lying!!!" Yan Mucha roared furiously, shoving her violently to the ground. He then went berserk, smashing everything he could find on the table. Finally, he picked up the ancient bronze mirror and slammed it to the ground. Watching the mirror shatter into pieces, yet still reflecting his disfigured face in different places, his expression grew increasingly crazed. He kicked the broken mirror fragments repeatedly, each kick producing a piercing, unbearable sound.

Only after every shard of mirror had been kicked away and hidden from his sight did his expression soften slightly. He grabbed Nu Sang'er, whose eyes were red from crying, and pulled her up from the ground. Grabbing her chin, his expression was frantic yet filled with inescapable pain. His hoarse voice, amplified by his emotions, sounded even more inscrutable. "I'm telling you, before my face was burned, it was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than his!! If it weren't for that fire!! If it weren't for that fire..."

His voice suddenly deepened, his dark eyes becoming somewhat vacant as he murmured incessantly. Beyond the endless snowflakes, he seemed to see again that raging fire from over a decade ago, a fire that swept across the land, a fire that came on fiercely, threatening to engulf everything.

"If it weren't for that fire... if it weren't for that fire..."

Nu Sang'er looked at his crazed face, a sudden look of sorrow and pain appearing on her face. She was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, unable to describe the feeling. Actually, she wasn't truly afraid of him; on the contrary, she felt he was even somewhat pitiful and pathetic at this moment.

After hesitating for a long while, she asked softly, "Your face was burned? How did that happen?"

"Back then, the Liao and Xia kingdoms wanted to unite against the Song, but they distrusted each other greatly. Therefore, the Liao kingdom proposed that the princes of both countries be sent as hostages to the other. Ten years ago, I accompanied the Third Prince of Western Xia to the Liao kingdom as his tutor."

"You're from Western Xia?" Nu Sang'er was greatly surprised, but she also vaguely understood why she had encountered him in the Liao palace. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she blurted out in astonishment, "Then... Lord Baili... Lord Baili, could he also be..."

Yan Mucha ignored her astonishment and continued, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, "I originally thought that once the war was over, we could all return to our homeland, but I didn't expect that we would lose the war. The thirteenth prince of Liao, who was detained in our Western Xia, also died suddenly for some unknown reason. The Liao emperor was naturally furious. Although he didn't kill us, he used this as an excuse to make things difficult for us, refusing to release us as promised, delaying the release date again and again, and using every means to humiliate and bully us..." Nu

Sang'er listened quietly, lost in thought, and for a moment forgot to ask any questions. She just frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue the story.

"His Highness the Third Prince is used to a life of luxury and cannot bear this torment. He keeps sending people to secretly send messages to the King, telling him about our predicament and his dire situation, and keeps begging the King to save us and take us back..." Yan Muchi slowly sat down on the stool, his gaze fixed on the heavy snow outside, his smile as cold and icy as the snow.

“You can’t imagine how unbearable those days were for us. When waiting becomes torture, you’ll understand how much a person can hate the word ‘wait.’”

“And then… you didn’t wait, did you?”

“We waited, we waited…” Yan Mucha’s smile grew colder, his terrifying face gleaming with a chilling light in the candlelight. “But he waited… I remember that day, just like now, it was snowing heavily. We ate the leftovers that even dogs wouldn’t eat, as usual, and went to bed early because of the winter cold. Until midnight, the house suddenly caught fire, and the raging flames were impossible to escape… At that moment, I felt as if my whole body was being roasted to a crisp, as if I was being turned into a lump of mud…”

“…How could this happen? How could a fire suddenly start?”

“It was just a scheme, just like the one you used. They faked the Third Prince being burned to death with a fire, and took him away from here. To make it convincing and not give them an excuse to start a war, they left me here, covered in burns… continuing the same life they had before,” His dark eyes were deep and his expression was numb and indifferent, as if he were telling someone else’s story. At the end, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips. “However, after that, everyone here was terrified when they saw my face and avoided me like the plague. Even those who used to bully us stopped coming. I finally got some peace and quiet. If Baili Xiaochi hadn’t come to Liao, I might still be trapped in that dilapidated house.”

“…I never imagined that things would turn out so strangely and complicatedly. You must have been in so much pain being locked up there all by yourself… It was really too much for them to just leave you here like that…”

Nu Sang’er looked at his scarred face with empathy. She couldn't imagine how he had endured so much torment in the sea of fire, waiting so desperately, and how he had managed to survive alone in the Liao Kingdom until today. Looking at his face, she didn't know why, but she suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his hideous face. When she realized she had this thought, she was secretly startled, her fingers tightly curled in her sleeves, as if afraid that her hand would actually reach out and cover his face.

Yan Muqi seemed oblivious to the movement, simply picking up a wooden comb and slowly combing his ink-black hair that fell over his shoulders. He sneered, "I once asked myself if I hated them, if I should hate the Third Prince for leaving so quietly, without even a word. But later, I realized I didn't even have the right to hate. He saved my life. Even though he frankly told me about their plans back then, could I say 'no'? So, no matter how you look at it, the ending is the same..."

Nu Sang'er watched him smile as if it were nothing, but a silent glint of pain—betrayal and abandonment by a close friend—flashed across his eyelids, which bore a long scar. It was a pain buried too deep, too dark, hidden in the depths of his sinister, dim eyes, unwilling to be easily discovered. Perhaps that pain included himself.

“Perhaps… although your Third Prince has left, he still cares about you. He must feel guilty…” Nu Sang’er carefully chose her words, offering a soft word of comfort.

“Of course he feels guilty. Otherwise, why would he have sent Baili Xiaochi to Liao to try every means to rescue me? But I know that he sent Baili Xiaochi to Liao not only for me, but also for a deeper purpose. I also know that he rescued me not just out of guilt. Unfortunately… I will not do as he wishes.”

His hoarse voice paused, and he raised his hand to stroke the wooden comb in his hand. His face was icy, aloof, and extremely resolute. “Yan Mu Che of Xixia died in the fire long ago. From the moment they abandoned me, Yan Mu Che had no further connection with them or Xixia!” As soon

as he finished speaking, there was a cracking sound, and the comb in his hand suddenly broke in two.

Nu Sang'er was startled when she saw the broken comb. Before she could react, Yan Mu Che pulled her into his arms. His dark, mysterious eyes seemed to have two flames burning and dancing in them. His large hands roamed restlessly over her chest, pinching and squeezing her rose-red buds.

“I used to think that living was just waiting for another death, until that time when you were brought by Baili Xiaochi to please me by chance. I don’t know how, but I was captivated by you. Every night after that, I craved your taste and missed your tight and alluring little hole.”

Nu Sang’er felt extremely embarrassed and uneasy under his bewitching eyes, her heart pounding faster and faster. Her whole body involuntarily heated up with the caresses of his fingers. She blushed and gently pressed his restless hand, trying to change the subject. “Then… when did you learn to treat illnesses? And how come the people here regard you as a miracle doctor?”

“My family has been practicing medicine for generations. I also studied various exquisite medical techniques in Xixia, so those illnesses are just a piece of cake for me.” Yan Mucha raised his eyebrows, his tone filled with unspeakable arrogance. He glanced at Nu Sang'er, then smiled wickedly with confidence, his fingers slowly exploring between her legs. His voice, filled with lust, was particularly hoarse and deep at this moment, "I know you switched the beams and pillars, rescued Yelü Zhuo, and will definitely try every means to seek medical treatment. That's why you built this house on this mountain and sent people to spread the word about my superb medical skills. I know that given time, you will definitely come to me and throw yourself into my arms."

"You... um... don't..." Nu Sang'er's legs immediately clamped together when the man's long fingers touched her sensitive spot. Her face flushed, she gently pushed against the man's chest. "How can I not want it? I don't care about anything now, I can give up anything, but I only want you. So you can't escape, and I will never let you escape!"

After saying that, Yan Mucha suddenly flipped over and pressed her down firmly beneath him.

Outside, the snow fell even harder, and a lovemaking affair, even more urgent than the snow, was just about to begin…

Chapter 198 The Poisonous Oath on the Bed (Limited)

As time went on, Nu Sang'er gradually discovered that Yan Mu Che's personality wasn't as terrifying and unapproachable as his appearance suggested. In fact, aside from being a bit eccentric at times, he was a fairly easy-going and gentle person. Although he sometimes liked to deliberately torment Yelü Xuanyun, making him do heavy and tedious work, he usually stopped there and never really demanded anything.

Of course, all of this only happened when he was in a good mood, and the only thing that could keep him in a good mood was Nu Sang'er.

His attitude towards Nu Sang'er could also be described as gentle. Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would take Nu Sang'er's pulse and force her to drink some herbal medicine to regulate her body. Every time she saw those bitter and dark herbs, she felt a headache coming on, but looking at his threatening gaze, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and drink them.

Fortunately, although Yan Muchi's temperament was unpredictable, he was a man of his word. He indeed used all his medical skills to treat Yelü Zhuo, going to the mountains every day to pick a strange-looking, dark-colored herb, which he then decocted with other medicinal herbs and fed to Yelü Zhuo daily. Gradually, Yelü Zhuo's condition improved. Although he didn't immediately wake up, his complexion improved day by day, and his breathing became more even and stable.

Nu Sang'er witnessed these changes and became even more convinced of Yan Muchi's medical skills, her anxious heart gradually calming down. Meanwhile

, beneath the blue curtains, sounds of passionate lovemaking drifted out from under the bed.

“Mmm…ah…mmm…”

“Ugh…so tight…you little slut, always squeezing me so tight!!”

“Ah ah…so deep…mmm…a little lighter…Master…ah ah…mmm…”

“Ah…mmm…” “…

”

“Ugh ah…”

“Mmm…ah…”

After spraying another gush of love juice into her flower cave, Yan Muqi let out a low moan, panting heavily as he lay down on the bed, his strong arms tightly wrapped around the woman's waist, and he said with a wicked smile, “You served me very well today, Master wants to reward you, what do you want?”

“I…” Nu Sang’er blinked, looking at his satisfied and joyful expression after tasting his lust, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning, she unconsciously gripped the bed sheet beneath her, and asked in a low voice, “Can I really make a request?”

“Of course, when have I ever lied to you?” Yan Mucha frowned, tightening his grip on her waist, pressing her soft breasts against his hot, hard chest. His dark eyes held her with interest. "Judging from your expression, it seems you truly have something to ask me?"

"Yes…it is something on my mind…" Nu Sang'er nodded, whispering, "Tell me about it."

Nu Sang'er timidly looked up at his ghostly, eerie eyes, biting her lip and whispering, "Your medical skills are so superb, could you also cure Yelü Xuanyun's legs and let him walk normally?"

"What's so difficult about that?"

Yan Mucha chuckled expressionlessly, his fingers gently tugging at her soft breasts, causing her to tremble slightly. Watching her snow-white breasts sway and rub against him restlessly in his arms, his large member buried inside her inevitably hardened even more.

"Really?!" Nu Sang'er's heart skipped a beat, her gaze filled with excitement and anticipation as she looked at him. She knew that although Yelü Xuanyun outwardly didn't care about his crippled legs, he secretly longed to one day walk again and no longer have to sit in that cold wheelchair. Now, hearing that there was hope for him to walk again, Nu Sang'er was naturally overjoyed.

"Of course it's true, but why should I heal him?" Seemingly displeased by the overly excited and joyful expression on her face regarding another man, he wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust heavily inside her. He spoke coldly, his face expressionless.

"Mmm..." Nu Sang'er let out a soft moan. Seeing the displeasure flashing in the man's eyes, the anxious expression on her face subsided slightly. She gently bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and said pitifully, "But just now you were the one who asked me what I wanted... I only wanted you to heal his leg."

"If you say that, then you've asked me for another favor. Then you should also grant me another request." The man sneered, raising his chin without hesitation, his eyes, filled with a captivating allure, staring directly at her.

"What... do you want me to do?" Although Nu Sang'er knew his answer would put her in a difficult position, she was unwilling to give up such a rare opportunity. She timidly looked into his clear, watery eyes, so pure they were intoxicating.

"Don't be so nervous. What I want you to do is very simple." Yan Mucha pressed his lips to her pink lips, gently caressing them a few times before slowly releasing them. His smile was like a poppy blooming in the night. "I just want you to swear that you will never leave me, that you will always stay by my side."

Nu Sang'er was stunned, her eyes trembling slightly. She lowered her head and whispered, "I... I already promised you before, I would stay..."

"But that's not enough. I want you to swear..." Yan Mucha stared intently into her eyes, his gaze cold and sharp. He spoke in a hoarse voice, each word distinct and chilling, as if from the deepest depths of hell, "I want you to swear that you will never leave me, otherwise Yelü Zhuo and Yelü Xuanyun will both suffer a terrible death, falling into the eighteenth level of hell after death, never to be reborn!!" "

...!" Nusang'er was stunned by such a cruel vow. Her blushing face turned deathly pale. She stared at him in shock, speechless for a long time, only shaking her head repeatedly.

"No, you must swear an oath!" Seeing Nu Sang'er's hesitant attitude, Yan Mucha's face suddenly darkened. His terrifying face became even more sinister in the dim light. He grabbed her wrist tightly, staring at her without allowing her to dodge, and said viciously, "If you don't swear, I'll go and force-feed them both nine hundred and ninety kinds of deadly poisons right now, making them suffer nine hundred and ninety kinds of pain, then bleed from all seven orifices, their intestines rupture and they die! I mean what I say! If you don't believe me, I don't mind doing it right now!"

"No, no, no, no, no!!!" Nu Sang'er shook her head repeatedly in fear and panic, tears streaming down her face. She gripped his arm tightly, as if afraid that he would really get out of bed immediately to poison them. Her small face was as pale as paper.

"Then will you talk or not?" He looked at her coldly and asked in a hoarse voice.

"I... I'll talk... I'll talk..." Knowing his unpredictable and extreme nature, Nu Sang'er was certain he would keep his word, so she dared not argue further. She could only endure the excruciating pain in her heart, biting her lip and choking back sobs, "...Nusang'er hereby...swears...that she will never leave Yan Muchi in this life, if I break...this vow...if I break..."

She choked on her words, unable to continue, but finally succumbed to his piercing gaze, and sobbed intermittently, "If I break...this vow...if I break...not only will I be struck down by heaven and earth, but Yelü Zhuo and Yelü Xuanyun...all...all..." "You'll die a horrible death, and after death... you'll fall into the eighteenth level of hell, forever... unable... to be reborn... *sobs*..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Mucha's expression improved. With a smile in his eyes, he kissed her tear-streaked cheek and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Good girl, this is my good slave."

After saying that, he lifted her legs high and pressed them against her cheeks, and his huge member once again passionately and unrestrainedly began to pound into her swollen and red flower hole...

Chapter 199 I only wish to be with you forever (Princess)

In the quiet valley where the spring chill was still in the air, the stream murmured, the birds sang, the flowers were fragrant, the grass grew tall and the birds flew, and it was warm as spring.

"Awake?" Luan Xuan opened her eyes with aches all over her body. As soon as she sat up from the bed, she saw a woman push open the door and bring in a bowl of rice porridge. She smiled gently and spoke softly.

"Yes, Fish Mother, I'm almost fully recovered. I can eat by myself, so there's no need for you to always bring it to me." Luanxuan smiled sweetly at the simply dressed, kind-faced middle-aged woman before her and accepted the hot porridge from her.

The beautiful and gentle woman smiled back, her voice melodious and tender, "It's alright. I'm just killing time anyway. You two fell from such a high mountain; you need to recover slowly. In a couple of days, I'll have Ah Fa hunt a couple more pheasants to nourish you."

Luanxuan smiled gratefully, her heart warming as she looked at the hot porridge in the bowl. Her bright eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at the woman and said, "Fish Mother, you're so kind to us. If you hadn't rescued us from the mountains, we probably would be dead already. If we have the chance, we must..." "I'll repay you!"

She glanced around the simple, even somewhat impoverished, house, her eyes darting around before she smiled. "It's just a pity I don't have much silver on me right now. Once I leave this valley, I'll go to the palace... um... go home and get more silver for you, so you can soon live a good life!"

Thinking back to when they fell from that high cliff, Luanxuan screamed in terror, thinking she was surely dead. But they were incredibly lucky, escaping death and being rescued by the people in the valley. Although Ye Fuge injured her arm and Ling Chunjian injured her leg, they thankfully survived.

"Leave here?" Yu Niang paused, then smiled gently. "I'm afraid it will be a long time before you can leave."

"Why?" Luanxuan asked in surprise.

Fish Lady took the empty bowl from Luan Xuan's hand, her eyes calm and her smile gentle. "This 'Spring Valley' was settled a hundred years ago by our ancestors who migrated here to escape the chaos of war. They found it to be spring-like all year round, with picturesque scenery and an extremely remote location, making it difficult for ordinary people to find. So they decided to live and multiply here, never leaving the valley, far from the war."

"Never leaving the valley?" A clear and melodious voice came from outside the wooden house. Luan Xuan looked up and saw Ye Fuge, his arm wrapped in thick bandages, swaying as he appeared at the door. He raised his lips and asked, "So, for hundreds of years, has no one truly left the valley?"

Fish Lady's smile was calm and moving. She lowered her head and said softly, "Even if they wanted to leave, they couldn't. Our ancestors blocked the only exit in this valley with huge rocks a hundred years ago. So for hundreds of years, no one has come in, and no one has ever left, until you appeared... You are the first people to come in from the outside."

"Wait a minute, does that mean we can't get out now?" Luanxuan's eyes flashed, and she exclaimed, whether excited or annoyed, it was hard to tell.

“Yes, perhaps this is fate,” the fish maiden chuckled softly, standing up. Seeing their astonished expressions, she smiled gently again, “Actually, there’s nothing wrong with this place. Everyone here is content with their lot, pure of heart, far removed from conflict, and indifferent to worldly affairs. Moreover, the scenery here is picturesque, and it’s spring-like all year round. I believe you will like it here too.”

Having said that, she smiled gently at them again, picked up her bowl, and walked out. Only Ye Fuge and Luan Xuan remained, exchanging silent glances.

After a long while, Luanxuan coughed lightly, gestured towards his injured arm, and asked, "Hey, is your arm any better? Does it still hurt?"

Ye Fuge snorted and raised an eyebrow, saying, "How about I break your arm with a rock and you see if it hurts?"

Luanxuan's eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to retort, but when she thought about how he hadn't held her tightly in his arms when she fell off the cliff, causing her to break her arm, her anger was suppressed by a feeling that was hard to describe as either gratitude or guilt. So she just bit her lip, snorted softly, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily. Staring at the door, she said, "I can't be bothered with you. The flowers outside are so pretty. I want to go out and see them!"

With that, she glanced at Ye Fuge and walked out. Ye Fuge looked at her slightly embarrassed face, chuckled to himself, and followed her out.

Outside the wooden house, the sky was a clear blue, the grass was green, swallows chirped and orioles sang, green mountains

and clear waters, peach blossoms filled the sky, the scenery was picturesque, like a fairyland. Under a cluster of flowering trees in full bloom, Ling Chunjian, dressed in coarse blue clothes, was talking to an old man with white hair and a youthful face. Sometimes he would listen carefully, sometimes he would frown slightly. After a while, he limped towards them. Ye Fuge saw his limping gait, and his mischievous nature made him look amused. He waved to Ling Chunjian from afar and called out, "Hey, seeing you like this, I've come up with a new name for you. From now on, you'll be called 'Mr. Lame,' how about that, hahahahahaha!"

Ling Chunjian wasn't annoyed. He just limped up to them, calmly glanced at his reattached severed hand with a mocking smile, and said, "Should I call you that?" "The One-Handed Marquis? Your name is quite imposing. If the martial arts world heard it, they'd surely think some ruthless character had emerged. So the heroes began to speculate: did this One-Handed Marquis sever someone else's hand, or his own?"

"Pfft, hahaha, well said!! Well said!! Hahahaha… One-Handed Marquis… hahahaha…" Luanxuan chuckled, finding it increasingly amusing. She couldn't help but clutch her stomach and burst into unrestrained laughter, laughing so hard she nearly fell over, repeatedly exclaiming, "Ouch...my stomach hurts from laughing...hehe...haha...hehehe..."

Ye Fuge glared at Luanxuan, then sighed helplessly at Ling Chunjian, "Only she could hear your silver tongue so delighted and amused!"

Seeing Luanxuan laugh so hard at his unintentional remark, Ling Chunjian couldn't help but shake his head and laugh somewhat, though he tried his best to maintain a serious expression, saying, "It seems the princess and I share the same opinion; we both think this title is extremely suitable for you, Marquis. Why don't we have Wu Mei bestow upon you the title 'One-Handed Marquis' when we return?"

"Pfft, okay...hehe...okay...haha..." Luanxuan nodded excitedly, rubbing her stomach and laughing incessantly.

"If you keep laughing like that, I'll press your laugh points and make you laugh from morning till night, you won't be able to stop!" Ye Fuge glared at Luan Xuan, feigning fierceness, then sighed with a raised eyebrow, "I'm afraid we can't go back. Yu Niang said that the only exit of 'Spring Valley' was sealed off with a large rock a hundred years ago, and there's no way out."

Hearing this, Ling Chunjian's expression also turned serious, his brows furrowing with depression. Gazing at the steep mountain wall above, he slowly said, "I just asked an old man, and he said that this valley is sealed off with huge rocks, there's no way out. If we want to leave here, we just have to climb out, but this mountain is so steep, it's impossible for us to climb out."

Ye Fuge also frowned. Following Ling Chunjian's gaze, he shrugged helplessly and said, "Are we going to be trapped here forever?" "You two don't need to be so pessimistic. We are both injured and can hardly protect ourselves. Staying in this cliff valley is not necessarily a bad thing. At least it will keep our lives safe and allow us to recover in peace."

The bamboo shadows swayed slightly as Si Wumei walked towards them from under the green bamboo. Although he was seriously injured after falling from the cliff, apart from being unconscious for a long time, he was not seriously injured. At least compared to Ye Fuge and Ling Chunjian, he could move more freely.

Ye Fuge thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, that makes sense. Although we can't get out, those who want to kill us can't get in either. We can heal our injuries here first and then consider how to leave the valley."

"Hmm...right, right...let's listen to Si Wumei and...hahahaha...Broken Hand...pfft...Broken Hand...ah hahaha...Lord Broken Hand...hahahaha...we'll stay in this valley for a while! Anyway, it's so beautiful, what does it matter if we never leave!"

Luan Xuan laughed so hard she almost choked, nodding repeatedly as she spoke haltingly, her small face flushed like the sunset glow, exceptionally beautiful and radiant.

"Lord Broken Hand?" "Si Wumei repeated in confusion, her eyes, filled with the scent of snow, falling on Luan Xuan who was laughing so hard she was almost falling to the ground. A hint of surprise flashed across her face. "What's wrong with her? Did she get her laughter acupoint pressed?"

Ye Fuge, with an expression of 'I don't know her at all,' hooked his arms around Si Wumei and Ling Chunjian's shoulders and led them forward without looking back. "Leave this crazy woman behind. Come on, let's find some good wine. I heard the peach blossom wine here is fragrant and delicious, with a wonderful floral aroma..."

Strangely enough, ever since the three of them smiled at each other on the cliff and jumped off the cliff on horseback, after they woke up, all the suspicions and barriers between them on the cliff seemed to disappear in an instant, as if none of the previous incident had ever happened. They regained their former tacit understanding and trust, joking with each other without restraint, as if they were closer than brothers.

For a century, 'Spring Valley' has been a place of unity, simple and honest people, and harmonious mutual assistance. However, this doesn't mean they can live and eat there for free.

The people here value self-sufficiency above all else; simply put, they build their own houses, grow their own food, and make their own clothes—they don't want to burden others.

So, not long after, Luanxuan, Ye Fuge, and the others were 'invited' from Yu Niang's house to build their own houses. All four of them were used to a life of luxury and were completely inexperienced at such manual labor. They were all clumsy and awkward, and even with help, it took them a tremendous amount of effort to finally build four crooked houses.

The four of them examined the houses, which, while not aesthetically pleasing, were exceptionally sturdy. Ye Fuge, in particular, nodded with satisfaction. Despite his injured hand preventing him from doing anything, he refused to stay put and instead leaned against a tree, gesturing wildly as they moved this and that, like a proud general commanding a battle. He especially tormented Luan Xuan, much to her annoyance, though she couldn't vent her frustration. With the

housing issue finally resolved, the next problem was food. In fact, every mealtime brought a headache for Ye Fuge, Ling Chunjian, and Si Wumei, because Luan Xuan's cooking was simply awful. Even Ling Chunjian, who wasn't usually picky, avoided the dark, unappetizing dishes with a look of utter disdain.

However, Luanxuan always seemed oblivious, completely unaware of their distressed expressions. She would always cook a lot of food and keep piling it into their bowls. At these times, Ye Fuge and Wu Mei would rush to transfer food from their bowls to Ling Chunjian's, claiming that he was Luanxuan's "favorite" and should eat more.

Ling Chunjian, being less sensitive than them, would force himself to eat, his expression revealing a hint of pain. Luanxuan, however, assumed he was choking from eating too fast, so she would happily run to the kitchen and bring him a bowl of her specially prepared secret soup…

Upon seeing this colorful, strangely smelling soup, our young master Ling was completely petrified…

Sometimes at night, when the three of them were starving, they would secretly go into the mountains to hunt wild game. The three of them would then roast wild game over a fire in the forest, chatting about everything under the sun. Then they thought about how furious Luanxuan would be if she knew they were secretly eating delicious food every night, and they chuckled to themselves.

However, the more they walked at night, the more likely they were to run into trouble. That night, as they were enjoying a roasted rabbit, Ye Fuge's eyes lit up as she looked at the rabbit leg in her hand. She took a big bite, chewing and exclaiming with a smile, "Delicious! Delicious! The happiest time of the day is when the three of us are roasting something here!"

Ling Chunjian also tore off a rabbit leg, eating it slightly more gracefully than Ye Fuge, her eyes also filled with laughter. "If that girl knew we were secretly eating rabbit legs, she would be furious!"

Si Wumei chuckled, a faint smile playing on her lips, and took a bite of the rabbit meat in her hand. "Next time, why don't we bring some back for her too, just in case she finds out and really gives us a good scolding? Bringing some back will give us an explanation."

Ye Fuge agreed with relish. With a flick of her finger, shaking the rabbit leg in her hand, she refused without hesitation, "No need, no need. I saw her enjoying the food she cooked. She's already fat enough. Let her eat less and slim down, hehe~? Look at how much she can eat... If she comes, we won't have enough to go around... She'll definitely snatch it all..."

As Ye Fuge spoke, he suddenly noticed that Ling Chunjian and Si Wumei's faces suddenly showed an unnatural expression, and they kept winking at him. Just as he was wondering about this, he heard a thunderous voice in his ear, furious and exasperated, "Ahhh!! Well, you three are too much!! You actually came to steal food behind my back!! So you steal food every night!! And you don't even let me eat with you!! I!!... I... I won't let you three get away with this!!"

Luan Xuan put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily.

"Hey, hey, this idea wasn't mine, it was theirs, theirs..."

"Not us, it was him!"

"Ye Fuge, you dare to do it, why don't you dare to admit it?"

"You bunch of rascals, you share the delicious food, but you don't share the blame, you're really not loyal! Today I'm going to clean house!"

Ye Fuge shouted, picking up a burning stick and waving it playfully at them. "We're the ones who should clean house!" Ling Chunjian responded, and he and Si Wumei each picked up a torch and waved it around in the woods. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, falling like fireflies under the moonlight. It was as beautiful as a dream.

Luan Xuan watched them playing like this, and she couldn't stay angry anymore. She pouted slightly, but couldn't help but chuckle. She sat down on the grass, tore off a roasted rabbit leg, and chewed it with relish, watching them frolic in the woods with a sweet smile.

Watching them rekindle their brotherly bond in the valley, Luanxuan felt happy for them. She secretly thought, perhaps this valley truly possessed the power to make one forget their troubles. During their time there, not only did Ling Chunjian's melancholy eyes become clearer, but his usual gentle expression also softened, making him appear exceptionally genuine. Even Si Wumei, who always wore a cold expression, became increasingly gentle, sometimes even showing a hint of a smile.

Watching the three of them laugh and play, a radiant smile bloomed on her lips. She secretly clasped her hands together, looked up at the dazzling starry sky, and quietly made a wish.

She wished that they would always be as close as brothers, that they could always live happily together like this, and that this joy would never disappear… ( Chapter 200,
December 11th : Another Pregnancy?) A silver needle was slowly inserted into his leg. Yelü Xuanyun's brows furrowed, his fingers gripping the edge of the bamboo bed trembling slightly, as if he were enduring extreme pain. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking his hair, and his thin lips were bitten until they bled. Yan Muche leaned down and sat beside him, his expression unchanged. He then took another silver needle from his medical box and slowly inserted it into the tendons of Yelü Xuanyun's leg, rotating it gently. When it was removed, the inserted part had turned an eerie purplish-red, like the sky before a storm, with a faint glow of blood. He glanced at the blood-stained silver needles and muttered to himself, "These meridians have been blocked for too long, even the blood is so stagnant..." He sighed and took out two more silver needles, twisting them as he inserted them into the sides of Yelü Xuanyun's knees. These two needles were deeper and more painful than the previous ones. No matter how much Yelü Xuanyun tried to endure, he couldn't help but bite his lip, his face pale as he groaned, "Seventh Prince..." Chi Mu looked at Yelü Xuanyun's face, which had turned even paler in an instant, and felt a pang of heartache. She couldn't help but say to Yan Mucha, "Could you be a little gentler? The Seventh Prince can't take it anymore." "To walk again, there is always a price to pay. If you can't even endure this pain, how can you dare to dream of walking again?" Yan Mucha said coldly without raising his head. His scarred face was cold and contemptuous. Although he said this, his hands moved like lightning, the silver needles in his hand falling back and forth on Yelü Xuanyun's legs. Twisting, lifting, inserting, pushing and pulling with the index finger, rubbing back and forth, one silver needle after another quickly and accurately pierced every vital acupoint on his legs. The exquisite needling technique was as smooth as flowing water, pleasing to the eye, as if divinely inspired. By the time dozens of silver needles were embedded in his legs, Yelü Xuanyun's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his face was even paler than the white plum blossoms in the snow. Suddenly, his body convulsed, and his legs trembled violently on the wooden table. "Uh... ah..." "Seventh Prince!" Chi Mu cried out in shock, about to step forward to see what had happened, when she heard Yan Mucha's expression turn solemn, his needling speed increased, and he coldly shouted without raising his head, "Don't come any closer!" " Why should I..." Chi Mu wasn't usually a reckless or unreasonable person, but he really didn't like this Yan Mu Che, who had an unknown background, and even disliked him. Why would he heed his warning? He coldly insisted on going over. "Brother..." Nu Sang'er hurriedly grabbed Chi Mu's arm, glanced at Yan Mu Che who was focused on applying acupuncture to Yelü Xuanyun, and said softly, "Brother, let's trust him this time, Master... his medical skills are really superb. I think he has his reasons for doing this. Perhaps only in this way can the Seventh Prince's legs heal..." Hearing this, Chi Mu glanced at Yan Mu Che, snorted coldly, and although he didn't go over, his expression was still somewhat displeased, and his tone was stiff and cold. "If his medical skills are really as superb as you say, why doesn't he heal his terrifying face first!" "...Brother!" Hearing his blunt and undisguised attack on Yan Muchi's most sensitive spot, Nu Sang'er's heart tightened. She quickly shook her head, her face pale, and secretly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to stop. Then, turning to Yan Muchi, she stammered, "...My brother didn't mean it...Master...Master...please...don't be angry..."

"My face looks much better now than before... You should be glad you didn't see me earlier, otherwise you would have been scared to death by now." Yan Mucha sneered, his gaze mocking and cold. He inserted the last silver needle into Yelü Xuanyun's leg, slowly stood up, and stared directly at him. His sinister and frosty eyes held a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine. "Actually, you should be even more glad that you are her brother, otherwise you probably wouldn't be alive to speak anymore." After saying that, he didn't look at them again and turned to walk towards the door. When he reached the door and brushed past Nu Sang'er, his rough and hoarse voice came like the wind. The smile on his lips was dark and hazy. He lingered in the room for a while and then floated out again. "I have done what I promised you. Don't forget what you promised me." "Sang'er, what did you promise him this time?" Chi Mu frowned as she watched the ghostly figure of the man step out of the door and asked anxiously.

"I...nothing...nothing..." Nu Sang'er lowered her head, murmuring softly. She bit her lip, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and whispered, "Brother, please take care of the Seventh Prince for me. I'll be back in a bit." Before Chi Mu could react, Nu Sang'er stepped out the door and disappeared into the courtyard in a short while.

In the courtyard, where the winter plum blossoms were fragrant, the pond water was crystal clear. A thin layer of ice covered the light blue water, and the ice was also very crystal clear. Under the warm sunlight, it swayed and reflected a cold and ferocious face.

The man reflected in the icy water touched his scarred face, smiled self-deprecatingly, but the light in his eyes was still cold and arrogant.

His eyes flickered towards a certain spot, and he spoke coldly in a hoarse voice, "If you're not going to take care of him, what are you doing here?"

Then, quickly, the thin layer of ice reflected a woman as beautiful and delicate as a lotus flower emerging from clear water. She looked at the man before her with some unease, her eyes filled with anxiety and guilt. "Are you angry...? I'm sorry... My brother isn't usually like that. He didn't mean to offend you... He was just concerned about the Seventh Prince... Please don't mind..."

Yan Mucha smiled again, a contemptuous and mocking smile: "You don't need to comfort me. I don't care what others think of me." "I don't care," he chuckled, turning back to her. He walked step by step to her, watching her blush and avoid his piercing gaze. His eyes flickered, as if a gentle breeze had swept over her. He lifted her chin with his fingers, his smile carrying a deeper meaning. "Are you concerned about me? Or are you afraid to face his questioning?"

Nu Sang'er was stunned. Looking into his captivating gaze, a mix of emotions welled up inside her. A strange panic gripped her, and she couldn't discern whether it was joy or sorrow. She tried to push him away, but a wave of nausea washed over her. Her expression changed abruptly, and she shoved him away, one hand gripping the wall, the other covering her mouth as she dry-heaved.

"What's wrong?" Yan Mucha frowned when he saw her pale face and constant dry heaving. He quickly went to her side, gently holding her wrist. Nu Sang'er slowly lowered her hand from her pink lips, shaking her head helplessly. "I don't know. I've been like this lately. I can't eat much, and I always feel like vomiting... I... do I have some kind of strange illness?"

Yan Mucha let go of her wrist without speaking, only staring at her with his deep eyes until she became a little impatient. Then he pulled her tightly into his arms, a rare smile sweeping away the gloom on his lips, revealing a hint of warmth and brightness. "You are indeed sick, and it's a serious illness." "I... you mean I have a serious illness?" Nu Sang'er was startled and stared blankly at him. Yan Mucha's smile grew even brighter as he pulled her closer to him, smiling as he said, "Not heavy, not heavy. Once you give birth to my chubby son, you won't be heavy anymore." Nu Sang'er was truly shocked. She stared at him blankly for a long time before stammering, "You...you mean...I'm carrying your child? I...I'm pregnant?"

Yan Mucha nodded with a smile, lowering his head to stroke her lower abdomen. The curve of his lips widened and became even gentler, with a hint of pride in his eyes. "That's right, you're pregnant, and it's my child. You must have had a miscarriage before, leaving you with health problems that make it difficult to conceive. But luckily, you met me. The family secret soup I've been giving you these past few days has really worked. You've finally conceived my child..."

“The child…our…child…” Nu Sang’er stared blankly at her lower abdomen, her face flushing and paling by turns. Her heart was in turmoil, unable to find a decision. She had become pregnant with another man's child while Yelü Zhuo was unconscious. What…what should she do?

But, but, as she lowered her head to stroke the tiny life inside her, and looked up at Yan Mu Che's unusually bright expression, her heart was filled with a tenderness she couldn't explain, a feeling of emotion and joy she couldn't comprehend…

To keep it or not to keep it, it was truly a difficult choice…

Chapter 201 A Broken Robe Cannot Hold On (The Finale Part 1)

Two months later,

in the fragrant garden, the sounds of a man and woman making love rang out as usual. “…Hmm…a little gentler…you…”

“Ah…too deep…ah…hmm…it will…it will…hurt you…”

“How could that be? I know my limits, I won’t hurt our little darling…”

He teased her while stroking her lower abdomen, his expression gentle yet filled with a tenderness unlike anything he’d ever shown before, like any man about to become a father. “Mmm… ah… mmm… a little gentler…”

“Master…” Suddenly, a maidservant rushed in, glanced at them, and seemed completely accustomed to the scene before her. She went straight to Yan Muqi and whispered something in his ear. Yan Muqi’s expression changed slightly. He lifted Nu Sang’er off his lap, draped the clothes scattered on the ground over her, stroked her chin, and smiled as he left with the words, ‘Wait for me here.’ He then put on his clothes, fastening the sash of his brocade robe as he hurried outside.

Nu Sang’er stood alone in the courtyard, stunned for a moment. Although no one was there, she couldn’t help but… A little shy, her cheeks flushed, she picked up her clothes from the floor and put them back on, one by one. As she finished putting on the last piece, a pair of black boots suddenly appeared in her field of vision. Embroidered on the clean, black boots was a silver longbow, the fine silver thread shimmering brilliantly in the vibrant spring light.

She was startled again, her gaze involuntarily shifting slightly upwards. When she saw the person's face clearly, her whole body trembled. An indescribable joy, as if it were a dream, filled her small face. "Zhuo...Zhuo...Brother...you...you're awake...?" Nu Sang'er looked at him as if waking from a dream, her gaze hazy yet exceptionally bright. She stared at him intently, her gentle voice trembling slightly in the spring breeze, as if she couldn't distinguish between a dream and reality.

The man before her wore a dark purple robe, his black hair slightly disheveled. His dark eyes, which had been closed for months, were now wide open, their gaze as bright and cold as ever, containing the wisdom of someone who had seen the world's vicissitudes. He stared at her unmovingly, his expression indescribable. Was it anger, disappointment, frustration, or something else? He just stared at her, motionless and silent, as if trying to see into her very bones.

Overjoyed, Nu Sang'er seemed oblivious to the expression on his face. She simply gripped his warm palm tightly, pressing it against her cheek, tears streaming down her face. She gazed at him with deep affection, her eyes brimming with undisguised excitement, "Brother Zhuo…you…you're really awake…Am I not dreaming?? I'm not dreaming this time, am I?? You're really awake!"

Yelü Zhuo smiled coolly, a half-smile playing on his lips, and slowly said, "Yes, I'm awake…Xuanyun told me you should be in the courtyard. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I didn't have him come along. But I didn't expect…"

He paused, his tone suddenly tinged with anger, "But I didn't expect…shock…hatred…but no joy."

Nu Sang'er froze, seeing the jealousy surging in his cold eyes, dark and inky. She realized that he must have seen everything about her intimate moment with Yan Mu Che. A chill ran through her, and she desperately tried to explain, but she sadly found herself unable to explain. She could only grip his hand even tighter, tears streaming down her face, stammering, "Brother Zhuo... it's not what you think, listen to me... I... he and I... it's not what you think... I... I... it's not... it's not like that... Brother Zhuo... believe me... it's not what you think... I... I'm not that kind of woman... no... no..."

Yelü Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he slowly covered her jade-like fingers that were tightly gripping the back of his hand, looking directly at her and saying in a deep voice, "Are you trying to say that you did this to save me?"

"..." Nu Sang'er nodded silently, tears streaming down her face. Two hot tears flowed unnoticed from her eyes, landing on her cheeks, still burning hot.

Yelü Zhuo sighed heavily, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace, whispering, "It's really been hard on you..."

"As long as you can get better... Sang'er... isn't afraid of suffering..." Nu Sang'er nestled tightly in his arms, tears still glistening in her eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of his chest that belonged only to him. Her hands wrapped tightly around his waist, her gaze tender and longing. She was filled with an intense, unbreakable love, unwilling to part from the person before her for even a second.

“Now that I’m awake, there’s no need for us to stay any longer. Let’s leave now.”

“Now?” Nu Sang’er hesitated, glancing around nervously before saying softly, “But…but your body hasn’t recovered yet…you just woke up, and you’re still very weak. Why don’t we rest here for a few more days until you feel better…”

“I don’t want to stay here. I told you I’m fine.” He glanced at the preoccupied Nu Sang’er and frowned. “I’m only asking if you’re coming with me.”

“I…”

“You don’t want to leave? You still want to stay here?”

“…No…no…I…” Nu Sang’er looked down at her slightly protruding belly, her heart filled with turmoil. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. She had made such a solemn vow and promised Yan Muqi that she wouldn’t leave him, but now…Yelü Zhuo had woken up and was so forceful and unyielding in wanting to take her away. What should she do? Moreover, she was pregnant with… that man's child…

Even disregarding the poisonous oath, if she were to leave with Yelü Zhuo like this, then… what would become of the child…? She could see that Yan Muche valued and cared deeply for the child in her womb. She also knew that he had been eagerly anticipating the child's birth, to hear the child call him "father" in person.

Yelü Zhuo's gaze followed hers to her protruding belly. He approached her step by step, his fingers touching her lower abdomen. The strange, cold, and uncomfortable sensation made Nu Sang'er tremble slightly, and she instinctively stepped back, looking at Yelü Zhuo's suddenly cold expression with nervousness and panic. "I overheard your conversation just now. Are you pregnant? Is the child you're carrying his bastard?"

"...Yes… I… I'm pregnant with his child…"

"Get rid of him," Yelü Zhuo said calmly and cruelly, his indifferent gaze and tone as if he were simply about to smash a bowl that couldn't be washed clean.

"Abort it?" Nu Sang'er was stunned. Her face pale, she stared blankly at him, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying, or as if she couldn't believe he could utter such cruel words so coldly and calmly. "That's right. If you still want to be with me, if you still want to see me again, then abort this bastard child." Yelü Zhuo repeated his decision with an icy expression. He had awakened, and the undeniable domineering and resolute nature in his dark eyes had gradually returned. He looked at her arrogantly and coldly, his eyes blazing with barely contained jealousy and rage. How could he tolerate that his woman was pregnant with another man's child, especially while he was unconscious? No matter how convoluted and heartbreaking the reasons might be, even if it was for his sake, his pride and his domineering nature absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen. Since it had happened, he could only resolve it in an extreme way. Otherwise, the anger in his heart would only burn ever brighter, never to be extinguished.

“But…the child is innocent…I…I can’t…abort him…” Nu Sang’er, pale-faced, retreated in fear, tears streaming down her face, murmuring, “I can’t…I can’t abort him…”

“What if I insist you abort him?”

Yelü Zhuo’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his tone cold and resolute, his face clouded with worry. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his complexion was already poor; now it was even worse. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. The more tense, hesitant, and wavering Nu Sang’er’s expression became, the more she cared about the child, the more her heart ached. In his eyes, these things were like poisonous thorns, piercing his heart one by one. So, she could live happily and peacefully without him. So, even without him, she could find pleasure in the arms of other men. Without him, she had an attachment she couldn’t let go of, and perhaps for that attachment, she could even abandon him.

Yelü Zhuo's eyes grew increasingly dark and cold. The intense tenderness he had shown her earlier seemed to have been buried by a sudden blizzard, leaving only a lifeless, frigid landscape.

Nu Sang'er watched the increasingly cold light in his eyes, her fingers trembling as she touched her lower abdomen, feeling the slow, innocent throbbing within. She felt a agonizing pain in her heart, as if sitting on pins and needles. She bit her lip tightly in agony, her face as pale as snow. She couldn't bear to disappoint or anger him, yet she couldn't bring herself to abandon the child. She felt as if two invisible hands were pulling at her from both sides, each hand incredibly strong, gripping half of her body with deadly force, tearing at her. She felt as if she were being ripped in two by those hands. Her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground, covering her face in agony, crying and sobbing, "Don't force me…please don't force me…don't force me…I don't know…I don't know…don't force me…"

Yelü Zhuo gazed at the petite figure kneeling on the ground, trembling and weeping, his eyes flashing. A self-mocking, heartbroken sneer slowly crept onto his lips. "Choosing me has caused you such pain? Ha, if that's the case, it's better not to meet at all..."

His thick brows furrowed, and he abruptly drew a short blade from his waist, grasping the strand of black hair draped over his shoulder. With a swift twist of the blade, the thick strand of hair fell like a withered leaf.

Yelü Zhuo gripped the severed hair tightly, his gaze resolute and icy as he looked at her, leaving no room for negotiation, no trace of tenderness. "Since you are in so much pain, I will grant your wish. I once saved your life, and now you have repaid me with yours. From this day forward, we have no connection whatsoever. In life and in death, we owe each other nothing. I only wish that in this life, we will never see each other again." "Never to see each other again."

"No...no..." Nu Sang'er watched her long black hair fall before her eyes, saw the man's cold and resolute gaze, and felt as if her insides were burning. Her face turned ashen white.

She shook her head frantically, as if all her strength had been drained, and knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Just as the man's figure was about to disappear into the courtyard, she mustered all her strength, rushed over and hugged his waist, her fingers tightly clutching his sleeve, crying out in tears, "Don't go...Brother Zhuo...don't go...don't go...don't leave Sang'er...don't..."

Yelü Zhuo paused, turned his head slightly, and looked at her heartbroken face. His gaze also softened. He swallowed, stared at her, and asked, word by word, "I'll ask you one last time, do you want me, or this bastard child?"

"...I...I..." Nu Sang'er wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat. She could only futilely part her lips, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a sound. Seeing this, Yelü Zhuo said nothing more. His previously slightly softened, rock-solid black eyes were now covered with a layer of icy coldness. He raised his arm, and with a tearing sound, Nu Sang'er ripped the sleeve in two. He didn't even look back, and stepped out without turning back.

Nu Sang'er lay on the ground, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the half-sleeved purple sleeve in her hand. Tears flowed silently down her face, never to be stopped. Swallows fly

past, orioles return, countless threads of life are reflected. How long does a spring dream last? Scattered like autumn clouds, nowhere to be found.

A divine couple, hearing the zither and untying their jade pendants, could not be held back even with torn robes. " Don't be the only one awake; there's a limit to how much you can do when you're drunk among the flowers."

Chapter 202: Why suffer such heartbreak in vain? (The Princess's Grand Finale, Part 1) "Oh dear, my chickens have run away! You've come back just in time!! Quickly help me catch them!!" "Oh dear!! What are you three still standing there for?! Hurry up and catch those chickens!! Oh dear... they're all running away!!" And so, at dusk, three men, carrying hoes and exhausted, returned to their task of catching chickens that had been running wildly because Luan Xuan had accidentally damaged the chicken coop. So, Ling Chunjian, Ye Fuge, and Si Wumei sighed resignedly, put down their hoes, rolled up their sleeves, and began to pounce on the chickens. Because Ling Chunjian and Ye Fuge's legs and hands weren't very nimble, and Si Wumei had little experience catching chickens… the three of them were particularly clumsy, while the chickens, as if imbued with the spirit of the valley, were incredibly clever and cunning, running very fast. Just as the three of them had set up their encirclement route and were about to catch one, the chicken suddenly flapped its wings and flew to a low tree branch, causing Ye Fuge and the other two to clutch their sore foreheads and gasp for breath. Luan Xuan, while laughing at them, was absentmindedly chasing the chickens, and in her distraction, she tripped and fell headfirst into a small pond in front of the house. When she struggled to her feet from the murky mud, her little face was covered in mud, making her look like a big, clown. The three men, who were gasping for breath and clutching their foreheads, were stunned for a moment at Luanxuan's comical wail, then simultaneously collapsed to the ground and burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down their faces. Seeing this, Luanxuan stuck out her tongue, let out a strange cry, and pounced on them. The three men, seeing this, dared not remain still any longer and hurriedly jumped up and scattered in all directions. Luanxuan, of course, relentlessly pursued them, and for several days they played and frolicked wildly at dusk. At that time, the spring breeze was gentle, and when they were tired from playing, they stopped, changed into clean clothes, and sat together in the courtyard to eat dinner. Ling Chunjian was praising Luanxuan's improved cooking skills when Yueniang walked in from outside the fence with a happy expression. "Moon Maiden, what brings you here? Haven't had dinner yet? Come, try my braised chicken wings, everyone says they're delicious!" Luan Xuan smiled and waved her chopsticks, standing up to greet Moon Maiden. "It's really awful, isn't it? You believed him when he lied to you? I think you'd better stop embarrassing yourself!" Ye Fuge picked up a chicken wing with disgust and put it in his mouth, chewing it noisily, grinning irritably. " Shut your mouth!" Luan Xuan glared at him and tapped him on the head with her chopsticks. "Hehe, I've already eaten dinner, I'll eat again next time," Moon Maiden smiled and sat down beside them, winking mysteriously, "I've come to tell you some good news." "What good news?" Ling Chunjian asked with a smile. "Did you hear the thunder last night?" "Yes, we did! It was so loud! I've never heard such a loud thunderclap before. It was terrifying!" Luanxuan nodded quickly, responding loudly. She was still a little shaken by the deafening thunder last night. Yueniang chuckled and said softly, "Heh... it was that thunder last night that shattered a piece of the boulder buried at the valley entrance. The gap isn't big, but it's big enough for a person to pass through." Ye Fuge raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "You mean we can leave 'Spring Valley' now?" "Yes, that's right. If you want to leave, now is a great opportunity." Yueniang paused, then added, "However, if you've made up your mind, you should hurry up, because in two or three days, Cunchang will definitely have someone seal the cave entrance with stones again. Then you really won't be able to get out!" " Actually, this place is so beautiful... the scenery is picturesque, and I don't want to leave." Luanxuan's face showed little joy. She looked around at the green mountains and hills, somewhat reluctant to leave. Ye Fuge and the others remained silent, all three lost in thought, each seemingly preoccupied with their own worries. For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat somber. Yueniang glanced at them, then covered her mouth and smiled softly, saying, "I only came to inform you earlier that you seemed determined to leave. Whether you stay or leave is your own decision. If you wish to stay here, we will all be happy. If you want to leave, we will not force you to stay. Please consider it. I have some things to attend to, so I will take my leave." With that, she smiled gracefully at them, picked up her vegetable basket, and walked out with an elegant figure, leaving the four of them sitting blankly at the table, silently staring at the vegetables. Two days later, at midnight, under the bright and colorful starlight, a small boat glided slowly on the river, the sound of oars clear and moving. A middle-aged boatman stood at the bow, slowly and quietly rowing the oars. His figure appeared ordinary and lonely in the milky moonlight. His gaze was fixed on the dark night, lost in thought. At the other end of the cabin, a girl in a colorful dress hugged her knees, looking forlornly at the darkness. Her face was listless. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten much these past few days. Have a steamed bun." The man in white quietly sat down beside her, offering her a snow-white steamed bun. His voice was gentle and soothing, making it impossible to refuse. Luan Xuan shook her head, burying her face even lower in her arms, and mumbled, "I...I'm not hungry..." Although she said she wasn't hungry, her stomach still growled twice. She quickly covered her stomach with her hand, looking somewhat embarrassed. Ling Chunjian chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "Are you still angry with us?" Luanxuan bit her lip, lifting her face slightly from her arms, her pouting gaze filled with confusion as she looked at them. "Why is it that 'Ruchun Valley' has such beautiful scenery and such kind people, yet none of you like staying there? Why do you insist on coming back?" "Yes, the people there are indeed kind and the scenery is picturesque, but we don't belong there..." Ling Chunjian tilted his head slightly, looking at the sky full of brilliant stars, a hint of heroic spirit flickering in his usually gentle and unassuming eyes. "A man's ambition lies in all directions, in serving his country and being loyal to it. Besides, we live in a chaotic world, and there are still many things waiting for us to do. Now that our ambitions are unfulfilled, how can we so easily retreat there and waste our lives?" Luanxuan blinked, thought for a while, and shook her head as if she couldn't understand. "I don't understand, living..." Isn't the point of all this to be happy? As long as you're happy, what does it matter if you waste your life? "Ling Chunjian pondered for a moment, then looked up at the picturesque starry sky and slowly said, "'The people of Spring Valley' didn't initially go there for happiness. They simply sought refuge there to escape the chaos of war. Although they were able to live peacefully in that valley, there are many, many more people outside who want to live the same stable and peaceful life as them, without bloodshed, without killing, without war... So, we have no choice but to keep striving for it..."

“No killing, no war… I wish for that too… but I feel it’s so hard to achieve…”

Luanxuan sighed, still shaken by the bloody battle that had recently raged in Liao. If her own people could be so cruel, what chance did she have against foreign tribes? Thinking this, her gaze turned melancholy. Ling Chunjian smiled slightly, her gaze lingering on the distant lights on the opposite bank. The light in her spring-like eyes shone brighter than the cold stars in the midnight sky. “It’s possible. As long as a victory can be decided quickly, this conflict can be quelled as soon as possible, and more conflicts can be prevented.” "Bloodshed, as long as there is only one king in this world, the war can end. This struggle has been going on for far too long..."

He murmured to himself, a trace of weariness flashing across his spring-like eyes, but it quickly disappeared into the depths of his gaze, reflecting a strange, helpless glimmer. "So many people want to win, but there can only be one king. You know, sometimes, to win, even knowing those methods are despicable and shameless, we still have to use them... That is my ambition... I want to end the war... end the bullying... and the only way is to become the only king on this land..."

"What you're saying sounds complicated, I don't quite understand," Luan Xuan finally couldn't suppress her hunger any longer. She took the steamed bun from Ling Chunjian's hand and took a big bite, chewing the bun with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Looking at her innocent and adorable appearance, Ling Chunjian's smile suddenly blossomed into a smile more radiant and clear than the moonlight. He reached out and stroked her hair, which was ruffled by the river breeze, and chuckled, "You'd better not understand. No matter what happens in the future, the days in 'Spring Valley' will be the happiest and most joyful days of my life. I think I will miss them dearly."

That smile, more radiant and clear than the moonlight, was the most beautiful and pure smile Luanxuan had ever seen in her life. Unfortunately... it was also the last time she would ever see it.

"Mmm!" Luanxuan nodded vigorously. She gazed, mesmerized, at his captivatingly handsome face under the moonlight, and his watery eyes that shimmered with moonlight and starlight. A thought struck her, and she gently bit her pink lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, and asked, "Brother Chunjian, that night... the night the camp caught fire, why... did you suddenly kiss me?"

This was a question she had held back for a long time, and only now did she have the courage to ask it.

Ling Chunjian paused, a slight ripple passing through his shimmering eyes. He leaned closer, his thin lips whispering a muffled sound in her ear.

"That night, let's just consider it a dream, a dream that belongs only to you and me, okay?"

Luanxuan stared at him blankly, her gaze unfocused, her watery eyes hesitant to speak, only her cheeks flushed beautifully in the moonlight. "It's late, rest. We have a journey ahead tomorrow." Ling Chunjian smiled softly, saying nothing more, and turned to return to the cabin.

The night grew even quieter, only the full moon rose higher, its bright light making the river appear even whiter, reflecting a poignant and resentful scene.

The next morning, the small boat, which had been rowing all night, finally reached the shore. Along the riverbank, white willows lined the embankment, and a half-open, pink peach tree leaned over the water, its petals occasionally drifting down in the gentle spring breeze. It seemed to be welcoming them back to the world.

"Ah! This peach tree is so beautiful!" Luanxuan was the first to leap from the boat, skipping and hopping to the tree. She smiled sweetly, broke off a branch, and tucked it into her hair. Turning back to them, she said with a smile, "Hey, do you think I look pretty wearing this? You…"

She stopped abruptly, realizing something was amiss. The three of them looked strange, and a restless atmosphere hung in the air, an atmosphere that inexplicably made her uneasy.

She paused, forced a smile, and plucked a peach blossom, waving it at them. "Why are you all standing there like wooden blocks? Come and see!" Before she finished speaking, a chaotic sound of hooves came from behind the riverbank. In a moment, hundreds of foreign soldiers, wielding blades and carrying bows and arrows, rushed over with murderous intent, surrounding them.

"What... what's going on?" Luan Xuan looked at the soldiers' attire and badges in astonishment, exclaiming, "They're from Xixia! How come there are Xixia soldiers here?"

Ling Chunjian smiled slightly, slowly walking towards the soldiers. His gentle face turned icy, his gaze gradually becoming cold and ruthless. Even now, his gentle voice was still captivating. "The game is over. You should surrender. Perhaps I can consider giving you a complete corpse."

"Brother Chunjian... what are you saying? What's going on?" Luanxuan stared wide-eyed at the change before her, especially at the soldiers who were bowing respectfully to Ling Chunjian. Her face paled. "Silly girl, don't you understand yet?" Ye Fuge waved his fan, coldly glancing at the soldiers. "We've been betrayed."

"Ling Chunjian, your acting is superb." He clicked his tongue in admiration, a hint of coldness in his nonchalant smile. "You flatter me. How else could I have fooled the cunning Marquis Yinge?" Ling Chunjian's smile remained gentle and faint. He glanced sideways at Si Wumei, whose face was ashen, and said coolly, "I think you don't need to struggle anymore. Considering our years of friendship, if you are willing to surrender, I can guarantee your survival."

Si Wumei's face, hidden behind a black gold eye patch, was originally as cold as ice. Upon hearing this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. He looked at Ling Chunjian deeply and said in a cold voice, "Do you really think you are the winner?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Chunjian frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean by that?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard another burst of chaotic hoofbeats behind him. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, their army was surrounded by another, even larger Song army. A general at the head of the army called out from afar, "We are late in protecting Your Majesty. Please forgive us, Fourth Prince!" "

The other soldiers of the Great Song also roared, their voices so loud and high that they shook the trees in the forest.

"How could this be..." Ling Chunjian murmured in disbelief, her gentle, spring-like eyes shooting towards Ye Fuge like two streams of cold springs, "When did you find out? When did you set up this ambush?" Ye

Fuge chuckled lightly, her cynical eyes wise and cold, but she feigned embarrassment, saying with a smile, "It was the night we left 'Spring Valley,' the night you secretly sent the message. It's quite unfortunate that I 'just happened' to see it."

Ling Chunjian glanced around behind him, knowing they were outnumbered and had no chance of winning; resistance was merely a futile struggle. A barely perceptible hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, but her face remained calm and almost expressionless. Her eyes looked at them indifferently, seemingly unconcerned about life and death. "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Since we've fallen into your hands, do as you please."

Si Wumei exchanged a glance with Ye Fuge, her pale lips slightly parted, and her words were utterly unexpected: "This time, let's consider it a draw, and withdraw our troops from each other, how about that?"

Ling Chunjian paused, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" Si

Wumei raised her head, her brows displaying a regal air. "We let you pass this time only out of consideration for our past brotherhood. Next time we meet on the battlefield, I will show no mercy!"

With that, she coldly waved her hand, signaling the soldiers to retreat. Though unwilling, the soldiers dared not disobey. Ling Chunjian slowly nodded, her eyes dim, and replied, "Good, well said. After today, there will be no more brotherhood on the battlefield. All past favors are wiped clean." Ye Fuge sighed softly, her gaze towards Ling Chunjian filled with pain and melancholy. "Must we really come to this?"

Ling Chunjian gave him a deep look, lowered her eyelashes, suppressed the various emotions flickering in her eyes, and said indifferently with a cold face, "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Today we part ways, so take care of yourselves."

The spring breeze swept across the river, scattering peach blossoms, which fell on their entangled gazes. This scene reminded them of the year they first met, when the three of them sat together under the peach tree, drinking and singing wildly, so carefree and happy. Alas, how romantic and pleasant that day was, and how desolate and bleak that day was today. "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! You're lying to me!! You must be playing a trick on me, this isn't real!!" Luanxuan cried out in disbelief, her voice clearly trembling with tears. She grabbed Ling Chunjian's clothes, her eyes red and swollen, and cried, "No, you can't do this! You're good brothers, you're good friends! How could you turn against each other? How could you betray them? The Chunjian I know isn't like this, he wouldn't lie to me like this! No, no!!! Answer me!! You're not like this, you're not like this... no... Aren't you a Song person? Why did you become a Western Xia person? Weren't we happy in the valley just a few days ago? Why did it turn out like this? Is there something wronged you? Tell me!! You must be wronged, right??"

"Enough!!" Hearing those heart-wrenching questions, Ling Chunjian felt his already agitated heart become even more irritable. He suddenly roared, interrupting her, his eyes bloodshot as he grabbed Luan Xuanxuan's wrist, staring intently into her eyes. His gentle voice inexplicably changed tone, and he hissed as he gripped her wrist tightly, "I've wanted to tell you for a long time! I'm telling you, I've only been using you all along! Don't be so naive!! There was no portrait I made specifically for you. The only reason I painted you was to lure you out so that the assassins could wipe out everyone in 'Dongxian Ge,' especially that little eunuch. I was afraid you'd get in the way, so I took you out with me! You..." "Didn't you want to know why I kissed you in the tent that night? I'll tell you now, I was just afraid you'd discover the rockets coming too early, I was afraid you'd ruin my plans!! I took you to the mountain not to see any beautiful scenery, I just wanted to stop your seventh brother from rescuing you!! Everything, I was just using you, using you to gather information, to carry out my plan!! Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you understand?"

Luan Xuan listened to his roar as if in a daze, not even noticing the tears streaming down her face. Hearing his heartless words, his cruel truths, she felt her heart being shattered piece by piece, broken into countless fragments, bleeding profusely.

"I don't understand... I don't understand... I don't understand!!!" Luan Xuan screamed, struggling to break free from his grasp, covering her ears with her hands, screaming and sobbing uncontrollably, "I don't understand... I don't understand... I don't understand!!!!" ...I feel no pain at all!! I don't want to understand!! I don't want to understand!!!

Chapter 204 I grow thinner but have no regrets (The Grand Finale)

"Sang'er, I see the peach blossoms on the hillside are in full bloom, so beautiful and charming. Why don't we go and take a look?" Nu

Sang'er shook her head, her gaze falling on a willow tree outside the courtyard, empty as if it could hold nothing.

Yelü Xuanyun looked at Nu Sang'er, who sat blankly by the window, her face pale and her expression haggard, and sighed silently, a deep melancholy also crossing his eyes.

Ever since Yelü Zhuo resolutely left that day, Nu Sang'er had been crying and crying until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. But when she woke up, she would start to weep silently again, as if the tears would never end.

No one could comfort her. In the end, although she finally managed to stop crying, she looked increasingly haggard, ate less and less, and became listless and heartbroken.

Yan Muqi was worried about her health and the child in her womb, and had said all sorts of good and bad things to her. But it didn't work, and her expression remained one of

suppressed rage, ready to erupt at any moment. He had sent many men to search for Yelü Zhuo's whereabouts, but no one could find out his whereabouts. Yelü Zhuo seemed to have vanished into thin air from that day on, leaving no trace.

Finally, seeing her condition worsening, he had no choice but to force-feed her some nourishing medicine, but she vomited it up after only a short while, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Seeing Nu Sang'er's spirits deteriorating, her pulse showing signs of miscarriage, and her body showing signs of exhaustion, Yan Muqi was frantic, like an ant on a hot pan, completely helpless.

He held her tightly in his arms. In his arms, his scarred face was buried deep in her neck. For the first time, guilt and remorse surfaced in his reddened eyes. His hoarse voice trembled uncontrollably. "Sang'er, it's my fault. I shouldn't have...forced you to make that poisonous oath. As long as you eat well and get better quickly, it's okay if you leave me and never see me again...I will never...never bother you...as long as you get better, get better...you can go wherever you want. If you want to be with him, then be with him. I will never stop you..."

Nu Sang'er's unfocused gaze, which had been fixed on the window, slowly returned. She looked at his slightly reddened dark eyes, smiled weakly, but didn't speak. She only raised her hand to stroke his scarred face, her gentle gaze changing... She drifted away like a falling flower towards the window.

Her gaze was vacant and unfocused, as if what lay in his arms was merely an empty shell, her soul having already departed with Yelü Zhuo.

Her heart, numb with pain, could only burn to ashes, leaving only a cold, lingering glow.

That night, the man who hadn't cried out in pain even amidst the raging flames suddenly held her and wept uncontrollably, his cries heart-wrenching and mournful, like the howl of a wolf.

Yelü Xuanyun was also anxious and distressed by Nu Sang'er's weakened state, but he was also helpless. He remembered that Nu Sang'er's eyes only brightened when she finally saw that she could walk again, a gentle, joyful smile slowly spreading across her face, "That's wonderful, your legs can finally walk again..."

"Yes, I can walk now, so I can take care of you from now on." Yelü Xuanyun stood before her, calm and serene, smiling gently, a smile filled with tenderness and heartache, "..." Nu Sang'er didn't say anything, only lowered her head and smiled quietly.

Looking at her lotus-petal-like, beautiful smile, he truly couldn't understand why his Fifth Uncle could be so heartless, so resolute in abandoning her, leaving without a trace. How could he bear it?

Just when the two of them, along with Chi Mu, were at a loss, fate suddenly gave them a small surprise. Yelü Xuanyun remembered that day; it was a day of gentle spring rain, drizzling softly. The rain continued relentlessly. It

had been pouring for hours, and the courtyard was strewn with fallen petals of delicate red and pink, scattered haphazardly across the stone steps.

The two of them sat silently by the window with Nu Sang'er, without a sound. It was then that Hua Duzhuo led a small boy into the courtyard, holding an umbrella, loudly proclaiming that he needed medical attention. When Nu Sang'er's usually dull eyes fell upon the boy, a sudden, dazzling light flashed across them. "Zezhi!"

The boy gasped, shaking off Hua Duzhuo's hand, and ran through the rain towards her, calling out, "Sister!! Sister!!" When Hua

Duzhuo saw the haggard-looking woman inside, his umbrella suddenly fell from his hand. His watery eyes stared at her, and he was momentarily stunned. It was quite a coincidence. After Hua Duzhuo had hardened his heart and let them go that day, he still couldn't let go of his resentment. He spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol and no longer cared about the business in the brothel. He just wandered around with his wine jar.

By chance, he encountered Zezhi, who had gone through a lot of trouble to escape. He saw that although Zezhi was dirty, he was very handsome and had an interesting personality, so he decided to keep him by his side as a companion to relieve his boredom.

However, since being separated from Nu Sang'er, Ze Zhi had suffered various hardships and developed many chronic illnesses that even doctors couldn't cure. Hua Duzhuo happened to hear that a divine healer lived on the mountainside, so he brought him there to seek treatment. Unexpectedly, they ran into Nu Sang'er. Thus, the scene of their meeting in the rain appeared... She seemed thinner and much more haggard. What was the reason? Hua

Duzhuo looked at Nu Sang'er, who was gently embracing his younger brother and smiling softly, her gaze fixed on him. A strange, inexplicable feeling welled up within him. Seeing her haggard face and her pitiful eyes, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, unable to articulate what he felt. But one thing he was certain of then and there… this was fate, it must be fate. Since… heaven had brought them together again, this time, he would never let go…

Hua Duzhuo, after all, had grown up alongside Man Qingteng and Hua Randie, so he had learned many of Man Qingteng's tenacious and persistent ways… With his talent for making a fuss, he used the excuse that Ze Zhi already regarded him as his own brother and couldn't let him leave, and that he was loved by Ze Zhi like a younger brother and therefore couldn't leave either. He shamelessly insisted on staying here with Ze Zhi. Although Yan Mu Che was somewhat unwilling, seeing that Nu Sang'er's expression indeed cheered up slightly after seeing Ze Zhi, he didn't dare to stop or argue with Hua Duzhuo, lest he upset Nu Sang'er again. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and tacitly allow Hua Duzhuo to freeload...

In the bustling wine shop, the aroma of wine was intoxicating, but it couldn't dispel the sorrow of those who bought wine.

Yelü Zhuo took the wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank another cup in one gulp, but his mouth felt bitter. No matter how much he drank, he couldn't taste the sweet and refreshing flavor of this 'Qianjin Hong' wine. In the past few months, he had traveled to many places alone, but the more he traveled, the emptier he felt inside. Every night, he would recall Nu Sang'er's tear-blurred face, her sad expression as she clung to his sleeve, begging him not to leave. His mind was filled with her image. Her every glance and smile shone in his heart like sunlight, impossible to dispel or lose. These days, he would always have the same dream, in which he would return to his childhood, running through the snow to escape wild wolves, only to encounter a little girl who reached out her hand to him with tears in her eyes, pleading, "Big brother, save me, save me!" He suddenly felt a pang of regret, regretting that he had left so easily. He had acted impulsively and in a fit of anger, leaving without a word. But as he calmed down, he felt extremely reluctant to leave. However, he had no face to go back. He was the one who had severed ties with her by cutting his hair; how could he go back to her? Besides, she was no longer the little blade of grass that depended on him. She had many other people around her now, and perhaps she was living a very happy life. Chapter 205 of

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: Why Suffer Such Heartbreak (The Princess's Finale)

But why did he feel such resentment and bitterness? He tilted his head back, poured another cup of wine into his mouth, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. 'Fate, fate, is this time, I truly doomed?'

He murmured to himself when he suddenly heard someone in the tavern say, 'Have you heard? The divine physician from Half-Peak Mountain is getting married! I heard the bride is incredibly beautiful, and that physician is truly extravagant; he sent out thousands of invitations, and everyone in the neighborhood received one!' The man pulled a red invitation from his pocket and waved it in the air.

'Heh, what's a few thousand invitations?' Another man rubbed his drunken eyes and chuckled, adding, 'What's most astonishing is that they're marrying three husbands! Tsk tsk, only extraordinary people like them could pull off such an extraordinary feat!' "

As the man spoke, he grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with lewdness. 'I imagine this wedding night with one woman and three husbands will be quite interesting. We should sneak a peek...' Before

he finished speaking, two loud 'bangs' suddenly echoed from the bustling tavern. Everyone looked in the direction of the sounds and saw the tall man who had been drinking alone standing up, his face ashen. The table in front of him had been smashed to pieces, scattered on the floor. He pulled a small piece of silver from his waist and coldly tossed it to the terrified waiter, then strode out, his expression as if he were about to fight someone.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances for a moment, guessing it was some strange fellow who had come from somewhere, but they didn't bother to speculate further. The tavern was silent for only a short while before the noise resumed.

Three days later, on the mountainside,

'Sang'er, do you think this outfit suits me? Does it look good?'" Nu

Sang'er stood under a peach tree, looking at the red lanterns and big red "double happiness" characters all over the courtyard, and then at Hua Duzhuo, who was happily swaying back and forth in his bright red groom's clothes. Her gaze hesitated and she said softly, "...If you do this, will he really come back to me?"

"Of course he will. Men always understand men best." Hua Duzhuo swayed to her side, put his arm around her waist, pinched her cheek, and laughed, "Especially a man like me who has experienced many loves, I understand what that kind of man is thinking even better."

A cold laugh rang out from under the tree. Yan Muqi, dressed in a dark red groom's robe, walked over with a mocking look in his eyes and interjected, "What you mean is quite interesting. Could it be that you have even served men before?"

Hua Duzhu glared at him and raised her voice, "How could that be? I like women, but I've seen far more people in this world of pleasure over the decades than you have. My experience is naturally far richer than yours." Yelü

Xuanyun also slowly walked out of the house. He was also wearing a deep red groom's suit. He straightened his clothes, and a slight blush appeared on his handsome face. He said to them, "You two stop bickering. Has Fifth Uncle made any move? Does he already know that we are going to marry... Sang'er?" "

He was naturally gentle and handsome, and now, dressed in this deep red groom's robe, he appeared even more dashing and noble.

Even Yan Muqi couldn't help but glance at him a few more times before smiling slightly and saying, 'I've received word that he's already heading up the mountain. I believe he'll arrive here before sunset.'

The three of them were each wearing newly made and delivered groom's robes—bright red, deep red, and dark red—which fit them perfectly without the slightest incongruity. One was graceful, one serene, and one alluring—it was as if they were ghosts." All of them complemented the color perfectly, neither too much nor too little, just right. Looking at the three of them under the setting sun, each with their own distinct charm, yet all undeniably handsome and captivating, Nu Sang'er blushed slightly, her expression becoming somewhat shy. She unconsciously thought of Yelü Zhuo again, her expression becoming even more complex.

Yan Muqi paused slightly, noticing Nu Sang'er's somewhat nervous and excited gaze, and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, "Remember what we taught you!" " He definitely won't leave again."

"Yes, yes, you must play hard to get. The more you pretend not to care, the more he will be unable to leave you. And..."

Hua Duzhuo couldn't help but repeatedly remind her of his experience in seduction over the years. Nu Sang'er listened attentively, her small hands sweating in her palms. Her pale face gradually blushed with a faint blush due to the joy and trepidation of their upcoming reunion. The blush was as bright as the morning sun, beautiful and charming.

As the sun set, Yelü Zhuo indeed appeared on the mountain peak. However, they seemed completely oblivious to his presence, continuing to take Nusang'er on a boat trip and pick flowers, their actions quite intimate. Nusang'er, following their suggestive gazes, paid no heed to the jealous stares piercing from the shade of the trees, playing with them to her heart's content. Although she was somewhat uneasy that he might run away again, she dared not change the original plan on her own. In fact, even without their prompting, she dared not do anything more, because as soon as she sensed his unique aura, her heart would feel both bitter and painful, followed by an empty, cold emptiness and self-mockery. Suddenly, she found everything before her utterly ridiculous. Did keeping someone require such absurd actions, such elaborate schemes, such exhausting mental and physical manipulation?

But if a person's heart can only be kept this way, then it's better to let go... Thinking this, her heart, which had finally warmed up, gradually cooled again.

The crescent moon rose in the east, and all around was dark and silent. Occasionally, a few unknown birds would let out strange cries from the branches, then fall silent again.

Inside the vermilion pavilion in the small courtyard, candlelight flickered.

Nu Sang'er lay blankly on the bed, lost in thought, when suddenly she heard a noise outside the window. A tall figure suddenly rushed into the room through the window and, without a word, pressed down on Nu Sang'er.

Although Nu Sang'er was somewhat prepared, she was still startled. She stared blankly at the handsome face she had longed for, her gaze empty and distant. After a moment, she suddenly turned her head to the side, calmly closing her eyes. Without a sound.

"What do you mean by this? Are you unhappy to see me?" Not seeing the expected expression, Yelü Zhuo frowned, his voice rang out unhappily, "It's not that Your Highness doesn't want to see me, is it?" Nu Sang'er opened her eyes, but still turned her face to the side, whispering, "Didn't you say we were completely estranged? Then why did you come back?"

"Are you really going to marry one of those three?" Yelü Zhuo didn't answer, but forcibly turned her small face, forcing her to look at him, and asked angrily.

"This is none of your business."

"What do you mean it's none of my business?!" Yelü Zhuo was truly enraged by her cold attitude, coupled with the anger he had already bottled up since dusk, his grip tightened, the force increasing until she felt as if her jaw was about to be crushed.

Nu Sang'er, fighting back tears, struggled in his grasp, saying, "So what? Anyway, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I won't interfere with you, and you shouldn't interfere with me either. I can marry whoever I want."

Initially, she had approached him with the aloof, coy manner that Hua Duzhuo and the others had taught her. But as his breath drew closer, his hot breath spraying onto her face, she felt her heart pounding so hard she was about to lose her rhythm, about to lose her mind. She longed to throw herself into his arms, seeking his comfort and solace, but... besides the frantic heartbeat, her heart ached terribly, a pain that chilled her to the bone. Waves of grievance and sorrow overwhelmed her, eventually turning into cold hostility and venting. Suddenly, she felt that perhaps it was best if there were no more entanglements between them, so that at least her heart wouldn't ache so much.

"Why can't I interfere with you?! I saved your life!! If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago!!" "But, I... I saved you too, and you said we're even..."

"When did I ever say such a thing? Even if I did, it doesn't count now!!" Yelü Zhuo was speechless for a moment, then simply glared at her and started acting like a liar.

"You... you clearly said..." Nu Sang'er stammered, feeling tears welling up in her eyes again, and quickly turned her face away.

"I said no, and that's final!" He forcefully turned her face towards him, pressing it even closer, his dark, deep eyes like two sharp arrows staring at her relentlessly. "Besides, if I hadn't saved your life first, how would you have been able to save me later? You owe me a debt you can never repay!"

His gaze gradually moved to her firm, snowy breasts, a wicked, ambiguous smile suddenly playing on his lips. "Not only did I save your life, but I also deflowered you. Every part of you belongs to me. You are mine, always mine. I can do whatever I want with you."

"No... I... I didn't..." Seeing his gaze suddenly turn wicked, his eyes fixed meaningfully on her breasts, she became uneasy. She reached out to push away his burning chest, her face flushing an unusual red.

"What, do you want it?" Yelü Zhuo noticed a sudden flicker of unease, shyness, and fear on her usually cold face. His gloomy expression brightened slightly. He forcefully pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand, while his other hand ripped open her clothes without warning, revealing her delicate, snow-white breasts. "Do you know what I heard in the tavern? They said you're going to marry three husbands? And that your wedding night will be incredibly interesting..." His rough, hot fingers touched her tender, pink... His fingers tugged and twisted at her nipples with a humiliating intensity, occasionally licking them lightly with his tongue. His eyes, filled with lust, were both wicked and dark. "Actually, I'm also curious. Can you really handle serving all three of them by yourself? Maybe you can, after all, your little hole is so wanton, it's never enough. Maybe adding me wouldn't be too much? What do you say, how about we call them in too, and have four husbands for one night? Or, five husbands, six husbands... or even ten husbands?"

"Mmm... ah... no..." Nu Sang'er was humiliated by his teasing, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. Her snow-white breasts stood erect under the man's hot fingers.

"Look, your body is starting to agree, isn't it? Your little nipples are so high, you can't wait any longer, can you?" Yelü Zhuo chuckled and flicked her rosy nipple, then pulled down her skirt. Ignoring her resistance, his long fingers plunged into her deep valley, moving slowly and rhythmically. "Tsk, you're soaking wet again? What a little slut. Didn't you say we had nothing to do with each other and you didn't want to get entangled with me anymore? Then why are you reacting to my teasing so quickly?" He looked at her with a deep, wicked smile, his expression hidden in the darkness.

"Or is it that you react this strongly to any man playing with you? Are you that thirsty? Do you want men that much? Or even if all three of them can't satisfy you, do you need me to serve you, hmm?"

"...Ugh... Let me go... Let me go..." Nu Sang'er listened to the man's filthy words and vulgar insults, feeling her heart breaking. The pain and humiliation that burned her insides completely broke her down. She looked at him with despair and sorrow, her face as pale as snow. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads as she cried out, "Why do you have to torture me like this... Why... Why... What did I do wrong... Why don't you love me, yet you insist on torturing me?? If you really hate me, if you really despise me... I beg you, just stab me to death, it hurts so much... I really can't take it anymore... Please kill me... Kill me..."

Yelü Zhuo had only said these words out of spite, not truly meaning them, but seeing her suddenly cry so heart-wrenchingly, his heart ached. His eyes widened in panic, and he quickly stopped teasing her, pulling her into his arms. He said repeatedly, "How could I hate you? How could I want to kill you? I was just angry at how cold you were to me, that's why... that... Sang'er, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

His brows furrowed as he gazed at her tear-filled eyes, a hint of guilt rising in his expression. "I really didn't mean to humiliate you, to insult you... I... I just wanted you to come back to me... I was just blinded by anger that day, that's why I said those words about severing all ties with you. Please forgive me?"

Nu Sang'er sobbed, looking at his handsome, mature face, which was genuinely filled with deep guilt and regret. She pouted, shook her head, and wept, saying, "I...I don't know...I'm so scared...I'm so scared you'll leave me again...Brother Zhuo, do you know...every time before you left, you were so good to me, so gentle, so good that I thought I was dreaming. But in the blink of an eye, you would be so cold, so heartless, pushing me out of your world. I don't know how many more times I have to suffer before I can truly keep you...I'm in so much pain...Do you know how much my heart...am ached...after you left that day...I really wanted to die..." "The pain is so intense I don't want to stay in this world anymore... I don't want to stay in this world anymore..."

Yelü Zhuo watched her cry like a baby, her face much more haggard than before he left, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. He knew she wasn't lying, and his heart ached with pain and shock. He quickly grabbed her shoulders, holding her tightly, and said painfully, "I'm sorry... It's my fault. I've never cared for you properly, never loved you properly... I always demanded your love from you, but never truly loved you... I'm sorry... I won't leave again... I'm sorry... Promise me you won't do anything foolish again..."

Nu Sang'er sobbed in his arms, feeling a deep sense of unease in her heart. Some of her pain and grievances crumbled within his warm, familiar chest, turning into tears that streamed down her cheeks. "They set this trap to lure you here. They told me that only by playing hard to get, by being cold to you, by making you jealous, by making you possessive, would you... want to keep me by your side, would stay with me so that I wouldn't be taken away... But... I can't... I can't be cold to you... I just want to tell you how much I miss you... I really miss you so much... I want to stay in your arms forever... even if it means dying... I'd be willing... I just beg you not to leave again, not to leave me again... I really... can't bear it anymore." "I...I...I really can't..."

Hearing her heart-wrenching, desperate cries, Yelü Zhuo realized how deeply he had hurt her. He hugged her tightly, cupping her face in his hands, his own eyes reddening slightly. He gazed at the girl in his arms with a tender, vow-like gaze, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "...Sang'er, it's my fault. I've made you suffer so much...I swear, from this day forward, no matter what happens, I will never leave again. I will always be by your side...I can't undo the past, but in the future, I will never let you shed another tear. I will make you the happiest woman in the world."

"...Are you serious?" Nu Sang'er looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her gaze bright and hopeful.

"Really, it will definitely be true." Yelü Zhuo nodded solemnly, his expression filled with an unwavering determination.

Nu Sang'er then stopped crying and smiled, her pink lips curving into a smile as she buried her entire body in his warm and broad embrace. "

I stand leaning against the high tower, the wind is gentle, gazing into the distance, spring sorrow rises darkly on the horizon.

Amidst the fading light of the setting sun and the mingled grass and smoke, who can understand my silent thoughts as I lean on the railing?

I intend to drown my sorrows in wine, to sing and drink, but forced joy is tasteless.

My clothes grow looser, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her. "

In the valley, all was silent.

A clear, melodious female voice suddenly came from the mountain path, "Where are you taking me? Can you take it off?"

"No, wait a little longer..." The man carefully guided the graceful girl, whose eyes were blindfolded, along the mountain path, his voice gentle and pleasant.

"Oh..." Although Luan Xuan was curious, she was still curious about what trick he was up to this time, and patiently followed him for a while.

"Alright, we're here," Ye Fuge said with a light laugh, raising his hand to remove the blindfold from her eyes.

The moment Luanxuan opened her eyes, she was stunned. Countless fireflies twinkled and danced among the trees, their ethereal green light creating a scene of dreamlike beauty.

"So beautiful! Such pretty fireflies! How did you find this place?" Luanxuan exclaimed with delight, jumping and playfully reaching out to catch them. "This is a secret place I discovered when I was young. I've never brought anyone here before; you're the only one!" Ye Fuge smiled gently at her lively and playful demeanor.

"It's so beautiful, hehe..."

She blinked and kept reaching out to catch the fireflies. The startled fireflies began to fly everywhere, shimmering even more beautifully in the quiet night. Seeing this, Luanxuan became even more playful and chased after them, playing with them endlessly. After a while, her bright smile suddenly dimmed. She abruptly stopped smiling, sat down on a rock, and looked at the fireflies in the sky, silent.

Ye Fuge's smile faltered. He moved closer to her, nudged her arm, and asked, "Hey? What's wrong with you? You were so happy just now, why are you all frowning again?"

"Why have you been so nice to me all this time?" Luanxuan turned to look directly into his intelligent and cunning eyes, and pouted slightly. "Are you trying so many ways to make me happy because you pity me?"

She had seen Ye Fuge's efforts to make her happy these past few days, and she was deeply moved. The bone-chilling pain that Lingchunjian had brought her had all crumbled in the face of the man's nonchalant yet exceptionally warm and wise smile. And she had gradually developed a greater sense of dependence and closeness towards him.

"Looks like you're not so stupid after all." He shook his head, then lightly tapped her forehead with his finger, stretched, and lay lazily on the grass, gazing at the starry sky. He chuckled, "However, I'm not doing this out of pity. I just don't want to always have a woman with a long face around me. I get so bored after a while. If you always look so miserable, you'll turn into an old woman in no time."

"You're the old woman!" Luanxuan pouted and retorted, looking up at the starry sky and fireflies, her hands supporting her chin. "I wonder what he's doing now?"

Ye Fuge narrowed his eyes, his carefree smile tinged with a feigned seriousness. He said slowly, "Perhaps he's thinking about how to utterly crush the Song Kingdom, leaving no survivors."

Luanxuan glanced at him, then leaned back on the grass, lying down beside him. She played with the strands of hair falling over his shoulder, her innocent gaze tinged with pain and confusion as she looked at him. "Ye Fuge, aren't you angry with him? You've been best friends for so many years. Don't you hate him for lying to you, for betraying you? Why is your expression so calm? Aren't you angry?" The smile in Ye Fuge's

eyes froze for a moment. A deep shadow flickered, but then slowly spread across his eyes, which reflected the starlight. He sighed softly, his expression a mixture of helplessness and regret. "It's just that we each serve our own masters. I understand he has his reasons, and I think his pain is no less than ours... Although we stand on different sides, in my heart, he is still my good brother... I only regret that we may never be able to drink and laugh together again. It's all because we were born into this chaotic world. Otherwise, the three of us would definitely be the best of brothers, and we would still be drinking together until we are very, very old..."

Luan Xuan remained silent for a long time, her expression increasingly melancholy. After a long while, she rolled over and lay down on the grass, resting her chin on her hands and murmuring, "If only there were no war..."

"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore," Ye Fuge raised his voice, smiling as if deliberately trying to shake off the annoying matter. He winked at Luan Xuan, feigning a perplexed look. "Actually, there's something I've never understood. Could my beloved wife enlighten me?"

"Oh?" Luan Xuan chuckled at his antics and asked seriously, "What is it? Tell me."

"Who's prettier, me or Ling Chunjian?"

Luan Xuan was taken aback by his sudden question, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. She tilted her head and looked him up and down, then chuckled, "You two each have your strengths, but he's still slightly better than you!"

"I don't think so!" Ye Fuge plucked a blade of grass, casually dangling it in his mouth, and grumbled unhappily, "Hmph, when it comes to handsome and dashing, who can compare to me, the young marquis?"

Luan Xuan chuckled at his childish behavior... She also plucked a blade of grass from beside her and ran it across his face, laughing and scolding, "Who's as shameless as you? I think you're the most shameless, vain, and utterly shameless scoundrel in the world!"

Ye Fuge didn't argue, but suddenly grabbed the grass from her hand, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath him. His handsome face and charming smile were incredibly alluring. His fox-like eyes were like two bottomless whirlpools, drawing people in irresistibly. "So, do you like me, the most shameless, vain, and utterly shameless scoundrel in the world?"

Luan Xuan was completely stunned. She never expected Ye Fuge to pull this stunt. She stared blankly at his handsome face, his dark, shining eyes, his sharp and sexy chin, his straight nose, and the few strands of hair hanging down his chin. Every feature made him exceptionally handsome and charming. She vaguely remembered how many women had cast envious and jealous glances at her when she walked with him. Even her personal maid had asked her more than once, "The Marquis is not only polite but also so handsome. Why are you always so fierce to him, Princess?"

Seeing her staring at him as if in a trance, Ye Fuge raised his lips smugly and sexyly. He moved closer to her, his gentle smile containing a captivating magic.

"What, have you finally realized that my face is actually much more handsome than his? Do you think you're starting to fall in love with me?"

Luan Xuan paused, then suddenly punched him hard in the chest, her face flushed and annoyed. "Ye Fuge, don't go too far! Don't tease me like that!"

The punch was quite heavy; Ye Fuge was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He immediately relaxed, rubbing his chest and coughing. "Are you trying to murder your husband... cough cough...?"

Seeing that he was truly in pain, a hint of regret flashed in Luan Xuan's eyes. But thinking of his earlier flippancy, she became annoyed again, pouting her cherry lips and muttering, "Who told you to tease me!"

"Cough cough, how did I tease you..." Ye Fuge rubbed his chest, still somewhat unwell, but his expression was extremely serious. "I'm serious!"

"Serious?" Luanxuan blinked, staring blankly at him, and repeated,

"Yes, I'm serious. I think... I've really fallen in love with you..." Ye Fuge slowly lowered his hand from his chest, looking at Luanxuan's even more astonished, petrified expression. The previous nonchalant look faded from his face, and he looked directly at her with a mixture of seriousness and resignation, saying, "Although you're stupid, clumsy, and silly, your crying is annoying, your tantrums are a headache, and you trust people so much that even if you're betrayed, you'll still say the other person is a great person, but, I've thought about it, and I guess only I can tolerate a silly girl like you, and only I'm willing to tolerate you, so... shouldn't you hurry up and throw yourself into my arms? Let me hug and kiss you properly?" "

Luanxuan listened to his incoherent and rambling declarations of love. Her mouth hung open for a long time, and she didn't know when to close it. Suddenly, she realized what he meant, and her cheeks turned bright red. She couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger. She glared at him and stammered, "Ye... Ye Fuge... you... you're a lunatic!! You're stupid, clumsy, and silly. Your crying is annoying, your tantrums are a headache, and you even call the person who sold you a good person!! You don't... don't want me, I don't care. I'd rather die than let you hug me, I'd rather die than let you kiss me!!" She

shouted incoherently with her eyes closed, only to find that Ye Fuge was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at her with a deep smile, his clear eyes seeming to see through her thoughts, patiently waiting for her to walk into his trap. This feeling made her even more ashamed and annoyed. She simply turned around and walked away, but after only a few steps, she was tightly embraced by a warm hug. He kissed her cheek heavily and said with a grin, "What a silly girl, even when you're angry you're so cute."

"Cute...cute my foot!" Luan Xuan stiffened, reflexively raising her hand to rub the spot on her cheek where he had kissed her. Her voice stammered, "Ye Fu...Ge...you must have taken the wrong medicine tonight...I can't be bothered with you..." "

I didn't take the wrong medicine. I've never been more serious than today." Ye Fuge hugged her waist tighter, his voice serious yet tinged with a hint of helpless self-mockery. "I said I love you, and I mean it. I would never joke about something like this. I don't know how I fell in love with you, you silly girl. Even I find it a little strange, but it just happened. What am I supposed to do?" Luan

Xuan froze, almost afraid to turn around and look at him. This time, she finally believed that this man was serious; he wasn't joking, and every word he said was true.

But what about herself? Did she love Ye Fuge?

She dared not think about it. For some reason, a sudden, inexplicable fear gripped her, a reluctance to face the question. So, for a long time, she stood there, speechless.

Ye Fuge seemed to sense her hesitation, so he didn't press her further. He simply whispered in her ear, "Tomorrow is my birthday. Tomorrow night I'll wait for you on Butterfly Mountain, to watch the fireflies together. I'll wait here until you come..."

Luan Xuan fell silent again. Suddenly, she felt her heart was in turmoil. This change was too sudden; she couldn't bear it all at once. She needed to think things through carefully.

And so, she... She gently pushed him away, her face flushed, leaving behind the words, "Let me think about it," before running down the mountain path. She ran fast and hurriedly, stumbling as if being chased, nearly falling several times. Ye Fuge, seeing this, couldn't help but chuckle with worry. He shook his head, then looked up at the thousands upon thousands of fireflies, a hopeful glint slowly rising in his clear, delicate eyes.

He hoped that tomorrow would be a good day.

The next day, at dusk,

in the small pavilion of the Marquis's mansion, with pink curtains hanging to the ground,

Luanxuan looked somewhat troubled at the various dresses spread out on the bed. She hesitated, unsure which one to wear. This peach-pink one seemed nice, but the embroidered butterflies on it were a bit worn. This green one was a bit dull.

This yellow one...no, it made her complexion look bad...

This blue one...

seems quite nice, doesn't it? She held up her blue, tasseled, cloud-sleeved dress in front of the bronze mirror, her expression a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Actually, she had thought about it all night but hadn't come to a conclusion. When she woke up the next day, she was initially reluctant to go, but then she remembered it was his birthday. She couldn't bear not to go, and she thought of his earnest promise to wait for her, to wait until she arrived. Thinking about this, the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile, a smile she probably didn't even realize was as sweet as honey.

As she was grinning foolishly, she suddenly noticed another figure reflected in the bronze mirror. Startled by the new woman's image, she nearly dropped the clothes she was holding. Turning

around in surprise, she saw the woman with the unusual expression and remembered that she was Han Yan, Ye Fuge's former lover. She had met her once before, and since their return, this woman had come to see Ye Fuge several times, but each time it seemed to end badly. Luan Xuan sized her up and down, then asked, "You...how did you get here?"

"I gave one of the servants here some silver, and that's why he secretly let me in. I...I came to see the Marquis. Where is he? I have something to say to him."

“Oh…he’s not in the manor right now. He went out early this morning,” Luanxuan said truthfully, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, the woman smiled strangely and nodded, saying, “In that case, very well…”

Luanxuan was puzzled by her words when suddenly the woman knelt down at Luanxuan’s feet with a thud.

“You…you…why are you kneeling at my feet?” Luanxuan stared in astonishment at her sudden kneeling, stunned. “Princess, I beg you to give me the Marquis. I really love him, I can’t lose him. If…if you refuse…”

"What if I refuse?" Luanxuan frowned, her watery eyes fixed on her with displeasure. "If you refuse, then I'll have no choice but to..." Hanyan said, suddenly drawing a gleaming, snow-white blade. With a tearful smile, she said bitterly, "Then I'll have no choice but to die!"

Without another word, she thrust the short knife towards her chest. Luanxuan was startled, her heart pounding. She quickly bent down and grabbed Hanyan's wrist, exclaiming, "Are you crazy?! You're trying to kill yourself!" Hanyan

lowered her eyes and cried, "I don't know how I can live without him. I've waited and waited, and finally he's back. For so many years, I've vowed to marry no one but him, but he says he no longer loves me. If I can't be by his side, what's the point of my life?"

She became increasingly heartbroken and agitated, and as she spoke, she reached for the dagger again, aiming to stab herself in the heart. Luanxuan naturally held her back desperately, and in the end, she was overcome by Hanyan's suicidal rage. Frustrated by her cries, she snatched the dagger from Hanyan's hand, threw it to the ground, and glared at her, shouting, "If you want to say all that, say it to him! Why come here trying to kill yourself? I don't care about your business, and I don't want to! He's at Butterfly Mountain right now, go...go find him!"

Hearing this, Hanyan gradually stopped crying. She stared at her tearfully for a moment, as if understanding something, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes. She quickly stood up. Wiping away her tears, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Princess. I will never forget your great kindness to Hanyan." With that, she ran out joyfully, all thoughts of suicide gone. Looking at the gleaming silver dagger on the ground, Luanxuan felt a mix of laughter and tears. She suddenly felt so tired, so weary. She stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly felt all her strength drained, and slumped to the ground, unable to stand for a long time. "

I'll only bet this once. I think you'll come back."

Meanwhile, on Butterfly Mountain, Ye Fuge watched the fireflies dancing in the sky, imagining how happy and excited Luanxuan must be, imagining the innocent and carefree smile on her face. Thinking about it, his own face couldn't help but smile warmly.

In the distance, he saw a woman's figure hurrying towards him. He was startled, and a smile played on his lips as he was about to tease her for taking so long. But when he saw the woman in the moonlight, dressed in a jade-purple dress, his face froze. "How could it be you?" He paused, a deep disappointment welling up in his clear, delicate eyes. The expectant and joyful expression he had shown earlier vanished completely upon seeing her face.

"The princess said she didn't have time to come, so she sent me to keep you company,"

Han Yan said, but Ye Fuge couldn't hear her anymore and had no interest in listening further. His bright, moonlit mood had plummeted. He desperately wanted to run back and confront Luan Xuan about her intentions, but looking into Han Yan's tender, affectionate gaze, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He felt guilty towards her and didn't want to cause her further pain.

Therefore, he had no choice but to force himself to stay awake and patiently sit with her in the valley for a while. Finally, as night fell, he took her home. He intended to return to his residence to find Luanxuan and get some answers, but Hanyan came crying and clinging to him again, refusing to let him go no matter what he said, and even threatening suicide in the end.

Ye Fuge felt helpless and, fearing she might actually do something foolish, had no choice but to stay with him for another full day and night. It wasn't until the morning of the third day that he secretly ran back to the Marquis's mansion while Hanyan was fast asleep. As soon as he reached the gate, the old steward rushed towards him in a panic, saying anxiously, "My lord, why are you only just returning? Madam…she…"

"What happened to her?" Ye Fuge's heart sank, and he pressed for an answer, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"Madam…she's gone…leaving only this letter for you," The old steward tremblingly reached out and handed him the letter from his bosom, sighing, "Alas, this old servant tried to stop the madam for so long, but she insisted on leaving, even saying she wished you and Miss Hanyan a long and happy life together... alas... Lord Marquis, what should we do!"

Ye Fuge glanced at the letter in his hand, his face turning pale, whether from anger or shock, he gripped the letter tightly, frowning and asking urgently, "When did she leave? Did she say where she was going?"

The old steward thought for a moment, glanced at the sky, and slowly said, "She left about half an hour ago, I don't know where she's going, but it seems she's going by boat, probably to the dock... This old servant didn't hear very clearly... Lord Marquis... Lord Marquis..."

The old steward looked at the letter before he could finish speaking. After saying this, Ye Fuge turned and ran quickly towards the dock, hurriedly shouting, "My lord, you must hurry! You must bring Madam back!"

At the dock, the water surged.

A girl in a colorful dress stood by the vast river, gazing at the tranquil blue waves. She looked back at the empty path behind her, lowered her head, her fingers twisting together, and sighed softly, her eyes moist with melancholy.

Suddenly, a pair of fair, jade-like fingers rested on her shoulder, and a melodious voice, like the sound of a zither, rang in her ears, "The ship is about to set sail. I don't think he'll come. Let's go."

Luan Xuan remained silent, her head bowed. After a while, she whispered, "I didn't expect him to come. I was originally going to let them be together..."

Dong Xiaozi chuckled, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Since you don't want him to come, why have you been standing here without boarding the ship?" Luanxuan

's eyes welled up with tears. She lowered her head, two large tears trembling at the corners of her eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, "I'm just a little sad. I feel like I have nothing left... Why did they all lie to me... Why..."

That night, she thought that maybe Ye Fuge would come back soon, maybe he would scold her, maybe he would question why she didn't go, but he didn't return for a whole day and night. She even went to Butterfly Mountain herself, but couldn't find him. She guessed that he must be with Hanyan. "What 'waiting for me, waiting for me to come,' it's all a lie, all a lie..." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

Dong Xiaozi's gaze flickered, a hint of pity crossing his clear eyes. He gently pulled her into his arms and said softly, "Do you remember what I told you? The people of the Central Plains are cunning and ruthless, their greatest skill being lying. No matter how beautiful, melodious, or sincere their words may be, you can only treat them as a joke. If you take them seriously, you will lose completely, you will be utterly broken. But you never listen..."

Luanxuan sobbed softly, a few tears falling from her eyes and landing on Dong Xiaozi's shoulder. She buried her face deeply in his shoulder, crying softly, "I will never believe them again, never again... Didn't you say you would take me to Fusang? Let's go now, let's go now!"

“Yes, let’s leave this place of trouble together and never come back…” Dong

Xiaozi nodded, patted her back gently, took her hand, and led her slowly toward the large ship. Before long, the magnificent ship drifted away and disappeared into the vast river. Until the ship was about to sink into the fiery red sunset.

On the quiet path, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence. As the setting sun cast its rays, a handsome young nobleman, drenched in sweat, ran along the road, clutching a snow-white letter tightly in his hand. He waved and called out repeatedly towards the distant, misty river, "Luanxuan...Luanxuan!!"

"Luan...Xuan...don't go...don't go...!"

"Luanxuan~!!!!"

But no matter how loudly he shouted from the shore, until his voice was hoarse, the people on the boat didn't hear him. They simply vanished into the distance, carried away by a cool breeze.

As the sun set, Ye Fuge gazed wistfully at the vast, still river, devoid of any ripples or sails. He slumped slowly to the ground, the letter in his hand fluttering in the wind like a falling petal, twirling a few times before settling on the water. The few crooked lines of writing on the letter were quickly soaked by the river, the dark ink dissipating and blurring into a murky mess…

What about wishing us to grow old together? What about having children soon? What about a long and happy marriage?

Without you, with whom would I grow old together?!

Six months later,

in the magnificent and elegant Marquis's mansion, in the tranquil garden, Ye Fuge sat on a stone stool, glancing hastily at the official document. Seeing the increasingly urgent military intelligence described in every word, he sighed with a headache, casually placing the bamboo slip on the table. He pinched his forehead with two fingers; his wise and insightful eyes, though still as bright as ever, no longer held the frivolous and dissolute air of the past. Instead, they held a hint of melancholy.

"Ling Chunjian, Ling Chunjian, you really never let anyone have a moment's peace… How many more people must you see bleed, how many more families must be torn apart before you're satisfied?"

As he sighed, a joyful call came from outside the courtyard. Immediately afterward, the old steward rushed in, his face beaming with excitement, looking at Ye Fuge and calling out towards the archway with a smile.

"She's back!! She's back!"

"Uncle Liu... slow down... who did you say is back?" Ye Fuge had never seen the old butler so excited, and asked, bewildered.

"It's her... she's back!" Perhaps due to his age, and perhaps because he was too excited, he just kept repeating this phrase, shouting happily.

"Who exactly is back?" Seeing his unusual attitude, Ye Fuge stood up and was about to go outside to see when she heard a clear and melodious laugh, and a girl in a colorful dress stepped into the courtyard. She tilted her head and smiled at him, "Of course it's me! Who else could it be but me?"

Ye Fuge was stunned, staring blankly at her. The usually quick-witted man was speechless, only able to watch her dazed. After a long while, he slowly said, "You...you're back?"

Luan Xuan covered her mouth and laughed, then pouted, somewhat displeased, "I came back for those things. You look like you don't want to see me at all. It's fine, I'll just take them and leave!"

Saying this, she ignored him and walked straight towards her old house. Reaching the front, she pushed it open. The furnishings were exactly the same as when she left, unchanged, and even cleaner than when she was there. There wasn't a speck of dust; every corner was spotless and bright. Clearly, someone had been sent to meticulously clean and maintain it, as if waiting for the departed person to return one day.

When Luanxuan saw this, she was also taken aback. She turned around and looked at Ye Fuge, who had been following behind her silently, with some surprise. Just then, Ye Fuge also looked up at her. Their eyes met, and Ye Fuge gave her a half-smile. It was the same smile she was familiar with, unchanged. Looking at his familiar eyebrows and eyes, her cheeks flushed. She quickly turned her head away, coughed a few times to appear calm, and went inside to rummage through the drawers and cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Ye Fuge leaned against the doorframe, smiling as he asked. Luanxuan didn't answer, only continued rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. She glanced at him and said, "Where's Hanyan?"

Ye Fuge smiled and said lightly, "I haven't seen her since you left. I don't know where she is."

Luanxuan paused, a hint of joy flickering in her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she just kept her head down, continuing to rummage through the cabinets, and asked without looking up, "How have you been these days?"

"Fine."

"You... why don't you ask me why I came back?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

Ye Fuge smiled faintly again, looking at her unhurriedly, and said, "Didn't you say you left something here? Haven't you found it yet? Should I have the maids come in and help you look?"

Seeing his indifferent and uncaring attitude, Luan Xuan suddenly became annoyed. She slammed the cabinet lid shut with a snap, and angrily strode towards the door with her head down. "Weren't you looking for something? Why did you stop looking?"

"I'm not looking anymore! I don't want it anymore! I don't want it anymore!" Luan Xuan's expression became even more annoyed, and she walked even faster, as if she didn't want to look at the person behind her anymore. Unexpectedly, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by a warm palm, and with a forceful pull, she was pulled into his arms. She was startled at first, then her face flushed. Looking up at the slightly frivolous smile on his face, she said angrily, "Why are you pulling me? Let go! I'm leaving!"

"You haven't taken what you were looking for yet, so why are you leaving?" Ye Fuge smiled brightly, a deep and wise smile, his dark eyes fixed on her, as if he could see right through her.

"Didn't I say I didn't want it anymore?"

"You came back specifically for this, why wouldn't you want it? Besides, I've already found it for you." His smile deepened as he spoke leisurely.

"You...you found what for me?" Luan Xuan bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she asked anxiously.

Ye Fuge took her hand and gently pressed it to his heart, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Isn't this what you were looking for?"

Seeing her gaze flicker, her cheeks redden even more, her eyes fixed on his heart in a daze, the light in his eyes grew even more tender and captivating. "Silly girl, why did you keep looking for it? This thing has always been right beside you, why did you only realize you had to come back for it now? This time you'd better stay here obediently, don't lose me again!"

Looking into his eyes, filled with tenderness and longing, Luanxuan's nose tingled, and her eyes involuntarily reddened. She stomped her foot in frustration, then threw herself into his arms, pounding his chest and playfully scolding, "You're bad...you're bad, you're the worst!! You're the most shameless bastard in the world!!" Ye

Fuge smiled, pulling her closer, his long fingers tracing her hair, his eyes bright and sparkling. "It's good you're back. I knew you would come back, you wouldn't want to leave me..."

Luanxuan smiled through her tears, raising her bright, watery eyes and tapping his forehead with her finger, laughing, "Hmph, you're so vain!"

"I don't call it vain, I call it confidence. Who else in this world could stand you but me? We're a match made in heaven~" Ye Fuge chuckled, pinching her cheek, his smile proud and bright.

"Eh?" "What's this?" Luanxuan asked curiously, looking at the bamboo scroll on the stone bench.

Ye Fuge's smile faltered slightly. He glanced at the bamboo scroll and said gently, "Nothing much, just some military stuff. Haven't you eaten yet? Come on, I'll have Aunt Yu make you something delicious."

"Okay, I want butterfly pastries, duck with hibiscus, milk-flavored crucian carp soup, drunken flower cake, and..." Luanxuan nestled beside Ye Fuge, chattering incessantly, just like long ago, without any gaps, as intimate as ever.

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