Chapter 94: Reunion She only stared at the carriage, that thin...

"...Who wants to see me?"

The three words "Da Sima" were deafening. Even though Wen Zheliu's ears were buzzing, he could still hear them clearly. He was even more familiar with Murong Jin's lip shape when he said these three words.

After asking subconsciously, his temples began to throb.

Why ask when you already know the answer? It's so contrived.

Murong Jin didn't know that Wen Zheliu asked the question out of shock, so he just assumed that he really didn't hear clearly and answered honestly.

"In reply to your Majesty, it is He Jiyue, the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains, who is leading the Red Armor Army. She will arrive at the border within three days. She has stated that she must see you in person."

Her breathing became rapid and the corners of her eyes began to feel hot without her knowing when. Wen Zheliu bit the tender flesh of her lips with her white teeth, and the tips of her nails, which had not been trimmed for a long time, pierced her palms and drew blood, so that she would not lose her composure and let the tears flow in front of Murong Jin.

Oh, it really is He Jiuyue.

She took great pains to come all this way to find him.

He thought he missed her too much, and the auditory hallucinations were not enough, so he also had visual hallucinations, just to make him feel that he was not abandoned by her.

At the moment, she really didn't give up on him.

Instead, it was beyond his expectations. It wrapped around him like a python, as if it would not give up until it got its prey.

There was a dull pain in his heart, and his chest cavity swelled. Wen Zheliu bent down slightly. The knuckles of his fingers pressing on his heart were blue and white, and his fingernails were dark purple.

You can avoid the first day, but you can’t avoid the fifteenth.

The punishment that is due can never be escaped.

It’s not really appropriate to call it a punishment.

He set up this trap himself.

He learned about his life story from his biological father, and was ordered by his biological father to have contact with the princess who was fostered in the capital at a young age. He shamefully developed amorous feelings for her. He knew that this day would come sooner or later, so he decided to plan this game for himself without the help of others.

He Jiuyue's willingness to honor him by bringing so many sisters to the border between the two countries was the greatest respect for him.

She showed up for the date as he wished, and he shouldn't have avoided her.

He once thought about hiding his identity and becoming the hidden beauty in He Jiuyue's mansion in the Central Plains.

But ever since he was captured by Dugu Qiu and taken out of the Princess' Mansion and sent to Xiyue incognito, he knew that he could never turn back. Sooner or later, there would be a day when he would meet his enemy He Jiuyue and be extremely jealous of him.

Since you know you can't escape, why be afraid?

What's more, there's no point in being afraid.

What He Jiuyue hates most is traitors.

And whether he did it voluntarily or not, he had become that kind of person in her eyes.

As dusk fell, a breeze blew in from the window, blowing away the dullness in the house. Dust was visible in the candlelight, and the past came to mind.

"He Wuhuan!"

Xiao Wen Zheliu held the cakes in both hands and skipped to the inner room of the princess's mansion with the most lively attitude of a sick man. However, he was still sick and his voice, which was usually as clear as jade, was not very loud when he shouted, and there was no response for a long time.

But he was not annoyed. He just walked towards the main hall of the Princess's Mansion as if he was familiar with the route.

At that time, He Jiuyue lost his mother when he was young, and the entire princess's mansion was covered with white cloth strips. Wen Zheliu came to the princess's mansion in the name of his biological father and out of selfish motives to bring snacks to He Jiuyue.

He moved his thin body outside the house, but did not hear the voices of He Jiuyue or Chen Jin, only muffled sounds.

There is also the sound of wind created when weapons are swung.

"Snap! Snap!" As he put his ear to the door, Wen Zheliu, based on his experience of watching He Jiuyue and his elder brother Wen Liuqing practicing martial arts, became more and more certain that this was the sound of a whip hitting the skin.

Moreover, each cry was more urgent than the last, and although the voice was forcibly covered, a trace of cries of pain still leaked out. If it was as expected, this person was probably about to be torn apart.

But this is the Princess's Mansion, who is beating whom?

Wen Zheliu was panicked and his steps became unsteady.

Without any martial arts skills, he was not good at hiding, and was immediately nailed to the spot by a loud shout from inside the house, and then the door was opened from the inside.

"Who's there?" It was Chen Jin, and she looked worried.

"...It's me." Chen Jin stood there, blocking most of the view. Wen Zheliu didn't quite understand the situation, and subconsciously stepped over the threshold, eager to pass on the basket of hot potatoes in his hand.

No matter who beat whom, he was just there to deliver snacks and had nothing to do with anything.

However, the smell of blood filled the air.

Wen Zheliu subconsciously looked towards the place where the smell of blood was strongest, and was surprised to find that it was only three steps away from him... a pool of blood and flesh of indescribable shape.

After a lot of effort, he finally saw a hint of black and white in the red, with the black ball still spinning in the white frame, and then he realized that it was an eye on a human face.

"vomit--"

Wen Zheliu was born into a wealthy family and had never even seen a chicken being killed, so how could he have seen a human pig?

The nourishing medicine that he had managed to force down his throat earlier splashed all over the floor. His hands and feet were weak, and the pastry he was holding loosened, the lid bent, and he was about to fall to the ground.

But there was no sound of the cakes falling to the ground or him kneeling.

It was little He Jiuyue who helped one girl with each hand, a heroine saving a beauty.

"You shouldn't have come here at this time."

She was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the emotions in her eyes were hard to read, and there was a depth that was seriously inconsistent with her age.

Humph, why can’t he come?

Wen Zheliu opened his mouth to refute, but his stomach started churning again.

Moti argued, he couldn't even stand steadily.

It was He Jiuyue who pulled him out of the room filled with the smell of blood and sat with him on a rattan chair outside. Only then did the delicate young master hold his chest with his hand and barely catch his breath.

"Why can't I come? I just ate some delicious cakes and wanted to share a piece with you." Wen Zheliu's snow-white cheeks were slightly pouting, like a cold beauty in a portrait, who was given the finishing touch by the painter and made more energetic.

"It's just a delivery of cakes. Just ask your servant to run a trip. Now you come out and get caught in the wind." In the face of beauty, He Jiuyue was unmoved.

He frowned when he heard about the willow being broken.

...What she meant was, isn't it that you, a weak kid, are already troublesome, and it's uncomfortable to go out for a walk in the wind, and it's even more troublesome to trouble her to send you back home personally?

You, He Jiuyue, always have that cold face, you are the trouble!

Wen Zheliu struggled to snatch the snack box from He Jiuyue's hand, quickly opened the exquisite packaging, picked up a piece at random, and angrily stuffed it into the cold He Jiuyue's mouth.

"I just came here to deliver some cakes, and you're going to scold me. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come!"

Wen Zheliu tried to turn his head away, but someone grabbed his arm.

"…I'm sorry, I don't mean to blame you."

He Jiuyue was not a person who showed her emotions. It happened that her mother He Yuyao had passed away at that time. In addition, she had just taken over the affairs from the eldest princess. There was no one to guide her in many things, and she made mistakes every time she did something. She had to do it despite the ridicule of others. She was very angry and accidentally hurt Wen Zheliu's fragile heart.

She closed her eyes briefly and said, "It's just that this scene is too bloody. I don't want you to see it, so I asked you to avoid coming during this time in the future."

"But if you want to hit someone, you won't choose a time of day. No matter when I come, there's a chance I'll run into you. Instead of telling me this, why not tell me another one?"

Wen Zheliu changed the subject: "What did this man do wrong that you want to cut off all his limbs?"

"She is a traitor who betrayed my mother."

He Jiyue said briefly, "Turning her into a human pig is the minimum price she has to pay. As for the other methods, you don't need to know."

Wen Zheliu's body trembled continuously. After a moment, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He covered his mouth, bent over and vomited twice more.

"Afraid?" He Jiuyue rubbed his thin back, and after he finished vomiting, she calmly handed him a glass of warm water, "What's there to be afraid of? You're not my subordinate, and..."

She dragged out the last line of her voice, deliberately whetting his appetite.

"And what?" Wen Zheliu only remembered that his heart was in turmoil and he gave a forced smile.

"And I believe you won't betray me."

Little He Jiuyue's eyes and eyebrows are gentle, like melting ice and snow.

"Zheliu, you are my best friend."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Xiaobai called out repeatedly, and finally the bizarre past was revealed.

"Xiaobai, help... cough, cough cough!"

Wen Zheliu was halfway through his words when he seemed to be choked by air and started coughing violently while holding his chest.

The veins on the back of his pale hands bulged, his eyes were like water, his brows were like mountains, and his thin back rested on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, like Xi Shi holding her heart.

Xiaobai hurriedly offered warm water with both hands: "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Wen Zheliu's fingertips were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the cup of water at all. However, his throat was dry and painful, and he urgently needed water. So he had to rely on Xiaobai's hand, roll his Adam's apple, and swallow two mouthfuls of water.

His jaw is angular, like a sharp line on a beautiful painting, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

"Help me up."

Wen Zheliu was breathing heavily and spoke incoherently: "I, want, to, start..."

Before he could spit out the "Cheng" in "Qi Cheng" from his mouth, his eyeballs suddenly rolled upwards, revealing a large area of ​​fragile milky white. His body tilted and limp, and he fainted again.

"His Majesty!"

The main hall of the East Palace was brightly lit, and it was another sleepless night.

The sky is vast and the wilderness is boundless.

The vast grassland is the natural border between the two countries.

He Jiuyue led the army to the border. After waiting for ten days, the people from Xiyue finally arrived.

But the person in the lead was not the Wen Zheliu she wanted to see.

"Murong..." He Jiuyue had fought with Murong Xuan many times and knew that the woman in front of her was Murong Xuan's only daughter. Although she knew her surname, she didn't bother to remember her first name. She simply called her casually, "The little girl from the Murong family, your mother should have told you that the person I want to see is not you, right?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and her tone was not urgent, even gentle, as if she was chatting with neighbors after dinner.

But He Jiuyue's smile did not reach her eyes.

Murong Jin was not the type to lead troops in battle. Just by looking at her, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, Grand Marshal He. The person you want to see is already here, right behind me." She spat at the soldier beside her who was frightened by He Jiuyue, and shifted the blame. "What are you standing there for? Hurry and invite His Majesty up!"

"...Yes!" The soldier went over in a panic.

Soon, a path opened up behind Murong Jin.

In full view of everyone, a sedan was pushed out by Xiaobai, who had met He Jiuyue only once. However, He Jiuyue didn't even look at Xiaobai, whom he had fought with before.

She just stared at the man in the sedan chair who had become thinner.

He was tied with several thin straps and was firmly bound on the sedan chair. His black eyes were dull and lifeless, his snow-white face was bloodless, and every strand of hair was neatly tied at the top of his head. He had the calmness and solemnity of a man who was ready to die bravely.

What he wore was not a dragon robe, but a phoenix crown and bridal robe.

In his arms, he held a big red swaddling cloth.