klisemfg Chapter 142 Huai'er was buried with the honors due to a crown prince.
Chapter 142 Huai'er was buried with the honors due to a crown prince.
Why torture her, and why save her...?
Zhai Muling felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.
Jun Yinghuai lowered his eyes, his gaze moistening at the corners, and murmured, "I just want you to love me..."
Even just pity.
The assassins outside the door continued to pour in.
Zhai Rongyu made a hand seal with her hands, her ten fingers flying across the paper, her clear almond-shaped eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
"The Moon's Canopy protects the Heavenly Gate!"
"close!"
The door to the secret chamber slammed shut, and golden talismans were affixed to the door, keeping the assassins out.
The sound of doors being pushed open came incessantly from outside.
The door to the secret room remained unmoved.
Zhai Rong's hands continued moving, conjuring a Zhenhai Map in the void and pushing it into the room.
The air is surging.
The assassins inside the room all collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The golden light also struck the two people on the bed.
Zhai Muling looked into Jun Yinghuai's eyes.
His gaze lingered, filled with deep reluctance, his iris-colored pupils clearly outlining her face.
Chaotic memories of my past life suddenly flooded my mind.
Zhai Muling suddenly opened her eyes wide.
All those pains, struggles, love and hate, laughter and tears surged into her heart in an instant, and her heart clenched tightly.
A thousand flavors, ten thousand kinds of torment.
It turns out that there were so many grudges and entanglements between them, even life and death couldn't resolve them.
Zhai Muling's eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lip, feeling an unbearable heartache.
She looked at Jun Yinghuai again, her eyes filled with even more complexity.
She loved him.
She truly poured out her heart, and she truly hated him.
Seeing the familiar gaze, Jun Yinghuai gave a bitter smile. "You remembered everything?"
A sudden, intense pain surged in my chest.
Jun Yinghuai reached out and tightly grasped Zhai Muling's sleeve, his low, hoarse voice filled with pleading: "Muling, you died because of me in our past life, and now I will return this life to you."
"Please don't hate me, okay?"
Zhai Muling looked at him with teary eyes but did not answer.
Jun Yinghuai tightened his grip, looked directly into her eyes, and asked again with all his might, "Is it... okay?"
He gripped her, her knuckles turning white.
“Okay,” Zhai Muling said in a trembling voice.
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her pale face, mingling with the blood on her skin, turning into bright red drops that fell onto Jun Yinghuai's lips.
He licked his lips, tasting the salty, bitter smell of blood, and for a moment felt himself merging with her.
Even if it's only such a tiny amount.
He chuckled contentedly, which aggravated his wound and caused a sharp pain.
Jun Yinghuai finally couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed into her arms, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.
"I'm sorry, Mu Ling," he said, panting.
I'm sorry I couldn't love you properly.
He tried again, but he still couldn't learn it.
Jun Yinghuai forced a bitter smile, the pain overwhelming his senses, and he felt as if all his desires and wishes had been drained away with his blood.
He lowered his head and finally closed his eyes.
Zhai Rong rushed to the bedside, looking at the two of them with complicated emotions, "Sister..."
Zhai Muling held Jun Yinghuai's body, gently resting her head on his face. Her thin back was hunched over, and she didn't say a word, only large tears dripping onto his face.
It was as if I wanted to shed all the tears I would ever cry in this lifetime.
The sounds of fierce fighting came from outside the door.
Zhai Rongyu walked to the door, pressed her ear against it, and listened to the sounds outside.
"Leave them alive and take them to the Dali Temple!" It was the voice of a lone figure.
Zhai Rongyu peeled off the talisman and opened the door to the secret chamber. Sure enough, he saw a lone figure standing outside the door with a team of guards.
The assassins sent by Consort Shu have all been executed.
"Miss Zhai!" Upon seeing Zhai Rongyu, the figure clasped his hands and said, "His Majesty has ordered that the mastermind be found and the Minister's Mansion be given an explanation!"
Zhai Rongyu nodded.
[Brother Huaixu is now taking advantage of the situation to deal with Consort Shu.]
He understood what I meant, just as I thought.
"Take him away!" With a wave of his hand, the shadow guards escorted the assassin away.
Zhai Rongyu glanced back at Zhai Muling and said to Zhiying, "Tell your master that Jun Yinghuai died saving my sister, and the Ministry of Personnel does not wish to pursue his responsibility."
Let's leave the kidnapping matter behind.
"Yes!" The figure clasped his hands in response and flew away.
……
When Zhai Rong led Zhai Muling out of the secret room, Xue Qingchuan was waiting outside.
The setting sun cast its rays upon his silver hair, dispelling some of the chill.
Upon seeing the two sisters emerge, he hurried over, bowed slightly, reached out and tugged at Zhai Muling's sleeve, asking with concern, "Muling, how are you?"
Zhai Muling stared blankly and did not answer.
Xue Qingchuan looked at Zhai Rongyu with some concern.
Zhai Rongyu put his arm around Zhai Muling's shoulder, glanced at her, and shook his head at Xue Qingchuan.
Xue Qingchuan released Zhai Muling's sleeve, straightened up, and murmured, "It's all my fault..."
If he hadn't lost Mu Ling, she wouldn't have suffered these blows...
The setting sun shone through Xue Qingchuan's shoulder and onto Zhai Muling. She squinted slightly, her gaze finally focusing on Xue Qingchuan.
The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.
Zhai Muling straightened up and said in a clear, cold voice, "Valley Master, there's no need to blame yourself."
"On the contrary, I have caused the Valley Master a lot of trouble these past few days, and I feel ashamed."
Xue Qingchuan was taken aback, and his fingertips twitched slightly.
"Mu Ling, what did you call me?"
Zhai Muling didn't look at him again.
Some things are better left unpossessed in the first place.
In this way, nothing is lost.
Her eyes were fixed on the distance, her brows furrowed with detachment. "I've troubled you these past few days. From now on, I will no longer go to Medicine King Valley."
“The teachings of Master Gu will be etched in my heart.”
"The Ministry of Rites will certainly prepare generous gifts to express its gratitude to the teacher."
"Rong'er, let's go." Zhai Muling closed her eyes to calm herself, then opened them and walked towards the setting sun.
Her eyes were clear.
Zhai Rong glanced at the distraught Xue Qingchuan, then took a step and chased after her, calling out, "Sister, wait for me!"
*
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
Jun Ce stood before the table and presented the assassin's confession to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, they've already confessed; they're Consort Shu's people."
The emperor closed his eyes and slumped onto the dragon throne, his face filled with unconcealed grief.
"Where is Huai'er's body?"
"It has already been sent to the palace, Your Majesty...would you like to take a look?"
The emperor, his lips pale, gazed toward a corner of the study, and through the void, he seemed to see the woman he longed for.
She must hate him terribly.
Otherwise, why would they have taken Huai'er away as well?
The Emperor closed his eyes, a dull ache in his heart: "No need..."
He killed his lover with his own hands, and now, he couldn't even save their last bloodline...
How could he possibly have the face to see Huai'er one last time?
"Send word to give Huai'er a grand funeral befitting a crown prince," the emperor said to the eunuch, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed.
"Yes." The eunuch immediately went to announce the imperial decree.
Seeing that he was immersed in grief, Jun Ce pondered for a long time before finally asking, "Your Majesty, what should be done with Consort Shu?"
The emperor opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
Then a complex feeling welled up inside.
“She harmed the imperial heir, so she cannot be let off lightly.”