Chapter 79, Final Chapter: Wandering the World, Home Across the Four Seas...

Under Li Jing's watchful gaze, the two covered their faces with black scarves and disappeared into the night sky.

Above the buildings, streetlights twinkled. Just as they slipped through the gap Li Jing had given them into the palace walls, a towering flame erupted outside the imperial city…

In Emperor Yong's bedroom, the candlelight was extinguished, with only two small lamps remaining in the outer room.

With Li Jing secretly maneuvering and Qi Baitong coordinating a feint to lure away the guards, Gu Shanyue silently slipped into the room, knocking out the servants, eunuchs, and palace maids.

The vast palace was filled with charcoal braziers, which kept it warm like springtime even in late autumn.

Amidst the crackling of the burning charcoal, besides Emperor Yong's frail, aged breathing, there was another breath.

Gu Shanyue's light, cat-like footsteps slowed slightly. The breathing sound did not belong to a highly skilled hidden guard, but to a woman whose breathing was flustered and who did not know martial arts...

"Ah... um!"

When Gu Shanyue grabbed Li Yaoguang by the back of his collar, he suddenly covered his mouth and turned around in terror.

Gu Shanyue pulled down her face mask, and the moment she saw Gu Shanyue's face clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed.

Li Yaoguang said in a breathy voice, "You scared me to death."

Gu Shanyue covered her mouth and shook her head at her. Li Yaoguang pried Gu Shanyue's hand away and whispered, "I brought soup to Father Emperor and watched him drink it myself..."

Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness, filled with panic and excitement, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It doesn't seem like they're afraid.

Gu Shanyue picked her up and led her into the inner room. Emperor Yong lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed. Gu Shanyue asked, "Did you drug him?"

Li Yaoguang shook his head: "Not only that, there's also poison."

Gu Shanyue: "...!"

"What poison? A deadly poison?"

"I shouldn't die immediately. I stole my medicine from the Imperial Hospital; I only got medicine that causes a slow, fatal death..."

Li Yaoguang's voice trembled, his hands trembled, his feet trembled, he was so frightened that he was covered in sweat and his body was weak.

Gu Shanyue could hardly imagine how much courage it took for a girl born and raised in the deep palace to dare to poison the emperor.

After a long pause, Gu Shanyue stared at her intently: "Why?"

"It must have been him who poisoned Lady Wu. He killed her. I must avenge Lady Wu!"

Li Yaoguang trembled like a leaf, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with a hatred as bright as the light of a sword.

Gu Shanyue's eyelashes trembled, and a tear suddenly rolled down her cheek. She gently wiped away the tear on Li Yaoguang's face.

"Good boy, don't cry."

She hugged Li Yaoguang tightly, and Li Yaoguang hugged her back just as tightly, wiping away her tears: "I won't cry."

"Hide well."

Gu Shanyue released Li Yaoguang, picked up his sword and walked to the bedside. The spirited man in his memory was now buried in the bedding, his loose skin covered with a layer of cold sweat, and his eyes under his eyelids moving erratically, as if trying to wake up from a hopeless nightmare.

Chronic poison?

She wanted him to die right then and there.

Without hesitation, Gu Shanyue drew his sword, its light flashing like lightning, and sliced ​​across Emperor Yong's neck.

Blood gushed out like a torrent, staining half of Gu Shanyue's arm red.

Between life and death, Emperor Yong suddenly awoke, struggling and twitching, but his neck had already been cut open, and layers of flesh and blood tore open, making a slurring sound as blood flow was obstructed.

"Oh."

A laugh as light as a ghost.

Emperor Yong's eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and he stretched out his withered fingers with venomous intent, trying to grab her.

Gu Shanyue scoffed and playfully swung her sword, severing his finger with a "snap, snap, snap" as easily as slicing a melon.

Emperor Yong's body twitched again, and his blood continued to gush out like a red river.

Gu Shanyue coldly watched as his trachea was severed, preventing him from calling for help. His life slowly ebbed away, and his cloudy eyes gradually turned gray.

Gu Shanyue casually pulled down the bed curtains and slowly wiped his longsword, as if he were watching a dying animal.

She commented, "Really ugly."

The bed curtains partially obscured her face. Emperor Yong's eyes darted around, and through the blur, he could only make out the dazzlingly bright sword, just like the unharmed sword that had once cleared a thorny path for him deep in his memory.

Emperor Yong's mouth was wide open as he gasped for breath.

With a bang, Gu Shanyue frowned and looked over. He still had strength?

Emperor Yong's eyes had rolled back, but his thin, withered hand, with three fingers severed, was still moving with great difficulty, extremely slowly. Thick bloodstains clung together to form a crooked trail, pointing to the bright red coral box on his bedside table.

Gu Shanyue watched with great interest, and just as he was about to touch it, she cleaved the box in two with her sword.

Emperor Yong could no longer see, yet he still gave a tremendous reaction, his body bouncing in a larger arc than the previous two times, but it was also the last time.

His breathing stopped, his face frozen in a moment of twisted resentment, covered in blood, the flesh on his neck torn open like a demon.

Gu Shanyue stared intently at the cleaved coral box, the glittering fragments of the Wushang Sword flowing out, stinging the eyes.

Gu Shanyue's eyes slowly turned to the already dead Emperor Yong, a trace of blood seeping from his clenched teeth.

Li Yaoguang clung to the screen, hiding her head behind it, not daring to look back.

One sound after another, a series of splattering sounds, all of them were the sounds of swords piercing bodies, blood splattering everywhere, splashing onto the screen like hot, crimson rain.

Li Yaoguang's legs trembled. Only after the noise subsided did she ask tremblingly, "A-Yue?"

Gu Shanyue walked over expressionlessly, carrying the handful of fragments of the Wushang Sword.

Li Yaoguang's gaze fell on the blood-stained bag in her hand, and after hesitating for a long time, she asked, "This, this is?"

Judging by its size, it doesn't look like the Emperor's head. As for confirming with his own eyes whether there was still a head on that blood-soaked bed, Li Yaoguang really didn't have the courage.

"The undamaged fragments, I should have taken them with me before breaking them."

The thought of the dog emperor expressing his grief over the fragments every day made Gu Shanyue feel nauseous and wanted to go back and deliver a few more blows.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the door.

Li Yaoguang panicked: "What should we do?"

Gu Shanyue shielded her behind him: "Go back through the back door, and we'll pretend you never came tonight."

Li Yaoguang was extremely obedient and ran away as fast as she could. But when she turned around, she accidentally saw the dead body on the bed. Her legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

"Ah Yue!"

"……elder sister?"

Qi Baitong and Li Yuheng burst in at the same time. Their first reaction was to quickly close the door, but even if the door was closed, the strong smell of blood probably wouldn't be able to be concealed for long.

Gu Shanyue's clothes were stained red, her face was splattered with blood, and thick drops of blood dripped from her hair onto the ground.

She stood quietly in the deep palace, like a vengeful demon in the shadows.

Li Yuheng was so shocked that his face turned pale. He was still holding official documents in his hand, which must have been urgent for him to report. The fact that the guards had been dispersed along the way made it easier for him to enter.

He walked forward step by step until he could see the disfigured male corpse clearly. Its organs were exposed, its flesh was torn open, and the blood had not yet congealed, carrying a fresh, fishy smell.

It was his father, the emperor.

Li Yuheng bent over and vomited, leaving only the sound of his dry heaving in the hall.

When he looked up, Qi Baitong and Gu Shanyue were walking side by side, as if they hadn't seen him at all.

“Sister, you…” Li Yuheng forced himself to walk over and grabbed Gu Shanyue’s sleeve, “You killed Father Emperor?”

Gu Shanyue turned around, his face covered in blood, the porcelain white and bright red contrasting against each other, his eyes black.

Li Yuheng's heart tightened, and he glared angrily at Qi Baitong, demanding, "You're really crazy! How dare you..."

Gu Shanyue spoke, her voice icy cold, "You still have to put on an act in front of me, isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

He presented Qi Baitong, who was carrying a poisonous Gu, to her, and then let her gradually discover the connection between the needle-threading Gu, her senior sister, and the emperor, until the final truth... He was truly cunning and calculating in every single detail.

Gu Shanyue thought of the fires outside the city when she entered the palace, and figured that the emperor must be dying tonight, the timing was perfect.

It's quite remarkable how clever he was along the way.

Li Yuheng panicked: "What are you talking about? I didn't..."

Gu Shanyue just stared at him coldly, and he couldn't tell any more lies.

They had come this far, and he couldn't, and dared not, lie to her anymore.

He used to think that Gu Shanyue was his personal property, a sword that he could wield as easily as his own arm. But the truth has taught him that no one is a fool who can be easily fooled.

He could no longer bear Gu Shanyue's gaze.

Li Yuheng knelt down, his knees firmly planted, the sound echoing loudly in the empty hall.

As he knelt down, tears streamed down his face.

"Sister, I have no choice, I really have no choice, please forgive me..."

Just like that day, Gu Shanyue didn't turn around, didn't even glance at him, and showed no interest in his explanations whatsoever.

Qi Baitong stood beside her, and they walked through the palace where the emperor had just died, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Even if they are the murderers.

"elder sister!"

The footsteps continued to fade into the distance.

The father is dead, but the emperor is not. He will take over the power and become the new master of this palace.

He was the emperor.

Li Yuheng suddenly roared, "Gu Shanyue! You are the murderer of the emperor! Once the wanted list is issued, you will never find peace, no matter where you flee to! You will never be free!"

The footsteps finally stopped.

Gu Shanyue turned around.

She looked at him with an extremely unfamiliar gaze, as if she were meeting him for the first time in her life.

Li Yuheng's bluster was instantly exposed, and tears streamed down his face, which turned as pale as paper flowers in the rain.

He pleaded, "Sister, I'll help you..."

Please stay.

Don't abandon me.

Gu Shanyue smiled gently: "Then I'll put on a play about running away for my life."

A profound sense of powerlessness gripped Li Yuheng. Facing Gu Shanyue, he felt as destitute as a withered, dead branch, or as muddy ground that birds would not want to land on.

With his dirty hands outstretched, how could he possibly grasp the breeze?

Gu Shanyue turned and left, standing side by side with Qi Baitong.

Li Yuheng clenched his fist tightly over his heart, his mouth trembling as he opened it, but he could no longer utter a single word.

Their connection was severed.

City gate.

The wind and rain were fierce.

The lights were on full display.

Gu Shanyue didn't even have time to change his clothes. He wrapped a cloak around himself and quickly got into the carriage.

Fang Wanqing sat in the carriage. She choked up when she saw the two of them, but time was of the essence, and she couldn't say much.

She personally led the two out of the city. Even though the Third Prince had gathered refugees to rebel tonight and the Crown Prince had suppressed the rebellion, the news of His Majesty's death had not yet spread, so the Pingliao Prince's Mansion still had to maintain appearances and defend the city.

The carriage sped away, and the two fast horses were tied up in a deserted forest. The two quickly changed their clothes in the carriage, cleaned up the bloodstains, put on straw hats and cloaks, and mounted their horses.

Fang Wanqing stood in front of the carriage, a thousand words swirling in her heart, but in the end, she could only utter one sentence.

"Remember this: the Prince's Mansion is your home. The Prince and I are waiting for you in Liaodong!"

Qi Baitong turned around and clasped her hands in greeting: "Mother, farewell."

The moment Fang Wanqing burst into tears, the horses galloped away like lightning, disappearing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye and never to be seen again.

The clappers of Shengjing sounded one after another, and the fast horses galloped up one hill after another across the plains.

The mountain peaks are steep and unique. As the sun rises and the fog dissipates, horses leisurely stroll and graze, while two figures lean against each other in the morning light.

"Ah Yue, the rain has stopped."

"The sunshine is also very nice."

Where do we go next?

"Wandering the world, making the four seas my home, do you dare?"

"I couldn't ask for more."

(End of text)

Author's Note: The main story is finished! There are still a few minor issues, such as the Crane Cry Young Master, and the remaining two rockets will be addressed in the side stories. The side stories will probably be updated in about two weeks, depending on the rankings, and will include three mini-dramas: the Young Qi Yue arc, the General and the Heroine arc, and the Snow Wolf and Cloud Leopard arc. Please look forward to them! [Sunglasses]

My next book, "Custom-Made Boyfriend from the Future," will be released on December 10th. The male lead is also a dog-like character, but a crazy one. Please add it to your favorites! [dog head with rose in hand]

[A cold-faced, easily angered, cute girl × A seemingly innocent but actually cunning and jealous man]

"The best thing in the world is getting something back, but what if what you get back is a fake?"

One day, a popular post appeared on the forum.

My first love died seven years ago, and suddenly a man who looks a lot like him, but is taller, more handsome, and richer, is pursuing me. Should I accept him?

The comments were varied: "How similar are they? Show us the photos!"

"Could it be the reincarnation of my first love?"

"Seven years of turning into wool, unless her partner is a dog..."

The post went viral, and the poster will update it after a while.

“I got together with him, but it felt strange. His house had a huge screen and discs covering an entire wall, all of which were videos of me.”

"He said he was a cyborg from four hundred years in the future, who traveled through time to love me and beg for my forgiveness..."

The post went viral instantly.

"He's a pervert!!!"

"A cyborg? Why doesn't he just say he's an alien? He's a complete fraud!"

"On a side note, what are androids?"

"Replying to the person upstairs, androids are super robots comparable to real people, existing only in science fiction movies. We simply cannot achieve that technology now!"

"According to his logic, he came from the future. If the current technology can't achieve that, then what about the future?"

"And he looks a lot like the poster's first love... Help, I'm getting goosebumps!"

Late at night, Yin Yu huddled under the covers reading replies, her breathing tense, her breath dampening her phone screen.

suddenly.

A cool hand slipped under the covers, gently but firmly grasping the back of her neck, a deep voice sounding.

"What is Xiaobao playing with?"

*

My new boyfriend is gentle, considerate, and extremely attentive to his needs. Apart from the wall full of photos and videos, he's practically the perfect boyfriend.

In the throes of passion, Yin Yu looked at his face and called out her first love's name: "Brother Xiaoshan..."

The room was deathly silent.

The usually gentle and tolerant man revealed a fierce expression for the first time, easily trapping her beneath him as she tried to escape, his smile deep and dangerous.

"Thinking of your first love in my bed, it's nice."

"If you prefer to be treated roughly, I can satisfy your little quirk."

"Love is the downfall of free will. Sadly, my girl doubts whether I possess free will."

"She doesn't seem to understand that XS1982 is a carrier for the application of bionics, biological science, and artificial intelligence."

"And my birth is a miracle created by human girls themselves."