Chapter 1190 Nobody

Song Chunxue entered a dream world.

Seeing Xie Zheng embracing a young, beautiful, and graceful woman.

Xie Zheng's gaze merely fell indifferently on her. "Who are you looking for?"

At that moment, she couldn't describe her feelings.

This is an illusion, so it's obviously fake.

But his gaze still caused her a pang of pain.

“You are someone I know from the past, I’ve come to find you.” Song Chunxue looked at him, “You…”

Knowing it was an illusion, she didn't know what to say.

"I understand, come find me." Xie Zheng took the woman's hand and said gently, "Watch your step."

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the woman was heavily pregnant and looked like she was about to give birth.

Song Chunxue's fingers ached; this was indeed a scenario she hadn't anticipated, and it was the one that hurt her the most.

But if this is what Xie Zheng wants, she has nothing to hesitate about; they can each go their own way and move on to their own futures.

For a fleeting moment, she thought about what it would be like if she could have a child for her...

Soon, the idea was dismissed.

If that's truly the only way to keep someone's heart, then it means that the Xie Zheng she knows now isn't the Xie Zheng she envisions.

There's nothing to be sad about. The person she likes and is willing to become her Daoist partner is not the real Xie Zheng, but the one she imagines.

Indeed, no one is perfect, and the initial attraction is the most captivating.

Feelings can grow over time, or they can gradually fade away.

Priceless treasures are easy to obtain, but a loving husband is hard to find.

People's hearts are fickle, and spilled water cannot be gathered up again.

She already knew.

Gradually, she forgot that it was an illusion and mistakenly believed that it was all real.

The scene shifts, and Xie Zheng, holding a bundle, hands it to her expressionlessly.

"My wife is about to give birth, so please don't come, and don't let her know about our past. This is some travel money; I hope you can leave the capital as soon as possible."

Song Chunxue looked down and saw that she was wearing cloth shoes, with her big toe sticking out and her gray toenail visible.

She quickly pulled her toes back, feeling very frightened.

How could a woman who only farms be worthy of the dignified and upright Lord Xie?

Although she was overwhelmed with sadness, she calmly accepted the bag, thinking, "It's better to have money than to be a bastard."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have any money and would have to walk back barefoot.

Wait, that's not right. She hasn't farmed in a long time. She's a Taoist priest now and can even fly on a sword.

Thinking this, she threw down her bag. "Who needs your pity? I can come to the capital by myself, and I can walk back by myself. You just stay with your beautiful wife and don't worry about me. Don't worry, I won't bother you."

After saying that, she turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, Xie Zheng chased after her and grabbed her arm.

“Ah Xue…”

Song Chunxue kicked him hard, shouting, "You're not Xie Zheng!"

"Hiss~"

She kicked a tree trunk next to her, and the pain made her jump while clutching her foot.

"Oh, so fast." The old man stroked his beard. "There are still two more times. Let's go in."

Song Chunxue knew that what followed would be related to the child.

She had experienced this deeply in her past life.

"Thank you very much, senior. I won't go in. I know what it feels like to be estranged and disliked by the children."

"No, it's different. You won't get the opportunity without experiencing it firsthand."

Song Chunxue waved her hand, "I don't want any opportunities."

"You little rascal!" the old man chuckled. "But what if I told you that the opportunity was a sword, or a sword manual? Would you want it?"

She hesitated.

"Then let's go in and take a look."

The next moment, Song Chunxue saw several children looking at her with disgust and hatred, pushing each other away.

I didn't feel anything.

She cried when Sanwa took Xia Mulan and the children and left her behind in the drafty old house, where she had difficulty walking and even going to the toilet.

"Third child, third child."

Mulan's voice came from outside the door, "Her room stinks. Sending two maids over to clean it won't make a difference."

“That’s right, then let’s hire a few more. Our family can afford maids now.” Sanwa’s voice gradually faded into the distance.

Disappointed, Song Chunxue lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at the familiar roof, and suddenly came to her senses.

No, she's a Taoist priest, how could she be paralyzed on the kang (a heated brick bed)?

She can also meditate and cultivate herself.

She could die on the way to a sword duel, but she absolutely could not lie paralyzed on the bed waiting to die!

The next moment, she leaped up with her sword in hand and shouted, "Wuyou!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

"No worries!"

"Wuyou, where did you go?"

She shouted many times, but no sword came, and no one paid any attention to her.

Song Chunxue walked out of the courtyard and found that although the courtyard was dilapidated, it had a wall.

The front door was wide open; she needed a door to keep things from coming in.

She needed to find tools and planks to close the gate; there were wild animals outside!

She witnessed betrayal and alienation from everyone, and saw those who were once closest to her become indifferent.

At first, my chest hurt a lot, but then it gradually became numb.

She wanted to be alone, without relying on anyone.

Back when she loved reading, she read in a book that fierce beasts always roam alone, two tigers cannot share one mountain, and the strong are always lonely.

She is not afraid of being alone.

She wasn't afraid before, but now that she has money, food, and a magical sword, what does she have to fear?

In this world, the thing she fears least is loneliness.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The next moment, she saw her child lying in a pool of blood!

No!

don't want!

This won't do!

This is absolutely unacceptable!

Song Chunxue scrambled over, fear gripping her heart.

She tried to grab something with a sob in her voice, but she couldn't grab anything.

"God, please stop playing tricks on me..."

"Don't be so despicable, okay?" she cried as she crawled on the ground. The muddy ground was slippery, and she was about to slide down it.

"No, no, my child..."

"My child, you can't do this to me, my child!"

Song Chunxue cried loudly, collapsed in the rain, and let herself be swept away by the rain towards the cliff.

"No! No way!"

She has to go back and save them!

Whom should I look for? My master? My uncle?

Or should we venture into the underworld?

She gripped her twin swords tightly, pouring all her strength into them, and shouted, "Open for me!"

"Rumble rumble~"

The next moment, she was suddenly whipped across the cheek by a leaf and opened her eyes.

"My goodness, you're really too much! Look what you've done to my peach tree!"

Song Chunxue sat up, looking at the fallen peach tree in front of her, at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this..."

"You're quite impressive; you can even wield a sword in an illusion."

Song Chunxue sat there blankly, staring at the peach branches covering her, feeling numb inside.

No, children and grandchildren have their own destinies; they all have their own futures.

She cannot interfere.

Everyone who comes into this world has a mission.

No one can remain detached from worldly affairs and escape the hustle and bustle of life.

But the heart can see through the illusions of the world.

Her children, her sisters, her parents, and her children's father, Xie Zheng, will all leave her.

No one can truly stay with anyone for a lifetime.

They did not share life and death.

Even loving couples who spend their lives together will eventually pass away one after the other.

She had nothing to be reluctant about.