Chapter 573 Yue'er, your brother misses you so much

Thinking of this, Li Qingluo looked up at Duan Rongshi beside her.

Sure enough, even though he had expected it, his emotions were far more complex than Li Qingluo's at this moment.

Li Qingluo and Duan Rongshi fed Emperor Chu some water.

There are still some things that haven't been explained clearly.

If he were to die like that, it would be too good for him.

When Emperor Chu slowly awoke, he opened his eyes to see Li Qingluo, who was now standing beside the coffin, her face covered, staring at him.

"Damn it."

He cursed under his breath.

In extreme exhaustion, I slowly closed my eyes again.

When he opened his eyes again, the Chu Emperor had a bitter regret on his face.

"I'm still alive..."

"I think that if I could really die in my mother's arms, it wouldn't be a regret."

"She actually woke up again."

"When will this finally end?"

"Mother... Your son failed to see you again, alas..."

He let out a long sigh.

As if resigned to his fate, he no longer flew into a rage at the slightest provocation as before.

Li Qingluo: "So, you thought you were about to die, which is why you climbed into the late empress's stone coffin, wanting to be buried with her?"

Emperor Chu: "None of your business!"

Li Qinglu rolled her eyes dramatically.

This person is truly detestable!

"Alright then."

"You can just wait here to die."

"In that case, you will never live to see Princess Qingyue's remains buried with you!"

The Chu Emperor's eyes widened instantly, and he sat up abruptly.

"What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

"The Moon's remains... have they found the Moon's remains?"

Li Qingluo retreated step by step.

Then he turned and strode away.

The Chu Emperor struggled to turn over and crawl out of the stone coffin.

In his haste, he even fell heavily to the ground with a 'thud'.

The stone coffin was very tall, and he didn't care that his arm had been dislocated with a 'crack'.

And his head hit the ground, instantly bleeding profusely, yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

"Stop right there!"

"Stop right there!!"

Who exactly are you?

How do you know about Yue'er?

"But those three told you?"

"Are those three with you?"

What exactly do you want to do?

"Come back, come back!"

"I promise you, I'll agree to anything you want!!"

"I can give you the empire, or I can give you the endless wealth you desire."

"I only want Yue'er, give her back to me—"

The Chu emperor cried out in anguish.

However, Li Qingluo had completely disappeared.

The Chu Emperor lay on the ground, sobbing like a child.

The tomb chamber, illuminated only by a single luminous pearl, was somewhat dim and unclear at this moment.

Suddenly, the stone coffin on the right made a slight noise.

The Chu Emperor was startled.

He looked up with delight, thinking that Li Qingluo had returned.

However, the entrance and exit were completely empty.

On the contrary, there seems to be something next to the stone coffin on the right.

He turned his head and looked over there in a daze.

He was startled when he saw a tall, slender shadow and fell heavily backward to the ground.

The shadow was dressed in white.

Her long hair was loose and hung down beside her hands.

In the dim light, he slowly turned his face to look at the Chu Emperor.

The Chu Emperor was startled.

That face was holy and compassionate.

A red mole between the eyebrows.

Although the former gentleness was gone, and there was endless coldness and aloofness in his eyes, the Chu Emperor still recognized him at a glance.

"Moon!"

"Is that you, Moon?"

"No... how could Yue'er be here?"

He shook his head in disbelief.

But she couldn't even bear to blink.

He even got up and stumbled over to investigate.

"Moon—"

"Moon!"

The light inside the tomb suddenly flickered.

The light from the luminous pearl was blocked.

In complete darkness, the Chu Emperor could see nothing.

He immediately shouted anxiously, "Moon, don't go!"

However, when the light returned, the shadow from before was nowhere to be seen inside the tomb.

The Chu Emperor became even more certain that what had just happened was the ghost of Zongzheng Qingyue.

He suddenly went berserk, shouting and screaming in the tomb.

"Moon, come out—"

"Come out here, Yue'er!"

"Brother wouldn't hurt you, please come out and let brother see you one more time, Yue'er!"

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from another corner.

The Chu Emperor turned his head and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure.

He ran wildly in that direction, overjoyed.

"Moon!"

"It really was you."

"You've finally come back to see your brother."

"Moon, your brother misses you so much..."

The figure slowly raised its head.

His cold gaze was fixed on Zongzheng Langri.

"think?"

"Aren't you afraid that your little sister Yue'er will turn into a vengeful ghost and kill you, you beast, with her own hands!"

"You actually dare to think that!"

"Zongzheng Langri, are you really not afraid?"

Zongzheng Langri shook his head excitedly.

"Of course I'm not afraid."

"You're my sister."

"Even if you really are a ghost, if you were to kill my brother with your own hands, he would do it willingly. Why would he be afraid?"

"The moon is so small, it's like a baby that my brother raised with his own hands."

"Your brother just misses you so much!"

As he spoke, he was only one step away from 'Zongzheng Qingyue'.

Just as he reached out in ecstasy to touch 'Zongzheng Qingyue', the shadow suddenly shouted, "Enough!"

"Don't touch her with your dirty hands again."

That sound...

Zongzheng Langri abruptly pulled his hand back.

He finally became much more sober.

Just staring intently at the familiar face before him, Zongzheng Langri couldn't believe it.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Or...you're not Yue'er at all?"

He is certainly not Munemasa Kiyotsuki.

Instead, it was Duan Rongshi who had already removed his human skin mask, revealing his true face.

Duan Rongshi strode closer and closer to Zongzheng Langri.

"Look again carefully, who exactly am I!"

He was more than half a head taller than Munemasa Ryūji.

There is a lump in the throat.

Although that face was almost exactly the same as the person I longed for!

But the eyebrows are thicker and longer.

A pair of eyes, no longer possessing the gentle light of autumn water.

Yes, but it's as cold as if it's been poisoned!

Zongzheng Langri shook his head, reluctantly backing away step by step.

"No."

"No, no!"

"You're not Yue'er, who are you—"

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

He turned his head with disbelief and looked Duan Rongshi over carefully again and again.

Then, he exclaimed in shock, "You are Rong Shi."

"You are the child of the moon, Rongshi!"

"You look exactly like Yue'er!?"

Why didn't anyone tell me about this?

"How could I not know... that my nephew looks exactly like my sister!?"

"But...but didn't you die too?"

"I heard the news of your death. Weren't you supposed to have died on the battlefield fighting the Western Regions? How come you're standing before me?!"

Duan Rongshi had already arrived and grabbed Zongzheng Langri by the neck.

"You wish I were dead, don't you?"

"But unfortunately, you'll be disappointed, Zongzheng Langri!"

"If I hadn't faked my death to escape, how could I have come to this Great Chu to personally take your life!"

"As the elder brother, you were heartless and unjust to your own sister, harboring such filthy and vile thoughts, colluding with Xie Huaiyuan to force your sister into the emperor's bed, causing my mother... my mother was forced to marry a foreign man, more than ten years her senior, in order to save herself!"

"As her elder brother, you were unaware of the perilous situation your sister was in. You kept saying how much you cared about her, yet you knew perfectly well that she died under mysterious circumstances, and you never sought justice for her!"

"As the elder brother, since your sister has been dead and her soul has been restless for more than ten years, you actually want to dig her remains out of the ground and travel thousands of miles back to this filthy place to be buried with you!"

"Zongzheng Langri, do you deserve it?!"

Duan Rongshi's anger and resentment were so intense that every word he uttered was like a poisoned sword, aimed at the Chu Emperor.

As Zongzheng Langri listened to these accusations, he struggled to catch his breath, still tightly gripping Duan Rongshi's arm.

But as he listened, his hands went limp.

Then, as if resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes.

"You...killed me..."

"It's better that he's dead..."

"It's you... not necessarily... impossible..."

However, just as his face turned purplish-blue and he was about to suffocate completely, Duan Rongshi suddenly released his grip.

Li Qingluo, who was standing in the corner and saw this scene, silently withdrew her foot.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought that Ah Shi almost lost control of himself.

Fortunately, he still retained a sliver of clarity and rationality.

The Chu emperor collapsed to the ground.

He clutched his neck, gasping for breath and coughing violently.

It took a long while before his breathing calmed down again.

"Why didn't you just kill me—!!"

Zongzheng Langri dragged his dislocated arm and slammed his other fist heavily on the ground.

In no time, his fist was covered in blood and gore.

He seemed to feel no pain at all, only his face was full of anger.

Duan Rongshi squatted down, facing Zongzheng Langri with his face.

"It's easy to want to die."

"But I miss you, even more than if I were dead."

Zongzheng Langji could not accept that this face said such a thing to him.

He kept backing away.

Finally, he leaned against the stone coffin in the main seat.

What exactly do you want to do?

"Did you go to great lengths to come to the Great Chu just to torment your uncle?"

"Rong Shi, I know you're not dead. The news of your death was all fake, wasn't it?"

"Now that you're here, kill me with your own hands and avenge your mother."

"I'm so sorry to Yue'er, I'm so sorry to her!"

“I accept all of these.”

"I won't deny a single word."

When Zongzheng Langri mentioned Zongzheng Qingyue, tears streamed down his face.

Duan Rongshi drew a soft sword from his waist.

He strode toward Zongzheng Langri once again.

"Speak."

"So what if I look exactly like my mother!"

"You don't actually want my face, do you?!"