Chapter 137 The Grief of Han Wei

Eighty years later.

The sky was ablaze with sunset colors as birds returned to their nests.

The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the earth, and on a rock beside a tomb, sat a man dressed in black, his legs crossed. Even seated, his tall stature was evident, with long, flowing golden hair cascading down his back. He was handsome, but his face was expressionless, like a stone sculpture.

This man has been guarding this tomb for decades. The scale of this tomb is clearly not that of an ordinary person; it is a scale reserved for royalty.

A gust of wind blew by, and a purple figure appeared there.

The purple figure was a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. She had fair skin and a beautiful face. She appeared here without glancing at the blond man. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the tall tombstone.

She trembled all over, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the tombstone.

This girl was Han Wei.

She returned to the Orchid Realm as quickly as possible. She had gone through great hardships to leave the Blood Slaughter Realm, and as soon as she left, she immediately tried to find a way back. But she was still too late. Her husband, her beloved, was long gone.

It all felt like a return to a past life.

Why?

Why is it that even though she's tried so hard, it's still the same as in her previous life?

A voice deep within her heart said: Why did you leave? You could have chosen not to take the opportunity of the Mysterious Heaven Realm, why did you insist on going?

Self-blame, guilt, and pain felt like countless knives piercing her heart, leaving it bleeding. She knelt before the tombstone, weeping uncontrollably.

Mo Yang stared coldly at his master, whose orders were to protect Lu Qingheng. Lu Qingheng had died of old age, and after his death, he continued to guard his grave as ordered.

"Aheng, Aheng..."

Han Wei cried uncontrollably, her tears flowing like a burst dam.

As the sun sets, its afterglow shines on the heartbroken.

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The bright moon hung high in the sky, and lanterns had long been lit in the Prince of Yan's mansion.

A figure appeared silently in a courtyard of the Prince of Yan's residence. This courtyard was where Han Wei and Lu Qingheng had once lived, but it was now abandoned and locked up. No one knew Han Wei had arrived, and Han Wei had no intention of alerting anyone.

She walked into the house, reaching out to touch everything familiar, and seemed to hear Lu Qingheng's voice in her ears.

"Weiwei, Weiwei, try this, is it delicious?"

"Weiwei, do you think this is pretty?"

Filled with sorrow, she walked step by step into Lu Qingheng's study. She saw piles of letters in the study, just like in her previous life, these letters were all written to her.

Han Wei picked up the letters and read them one by one.

My beloved wife, as you see me:

Seeing these words is like seeing the person in person.

Today, the maple leaves in the courtyard are just beginning to turn red, like a rosy sunset or a fiery sunset. I suddenly recall this time last year, when you were still in the mansion, holding a book and sipping tea under this maple tree.

...

My wife is like meeting:

I opened the window at dawn and saw that the snow in the courtyard was deep and the world was silent. Suddenly I remembered last winter, when you and I were warming ourselves by the stove. You used your slender fingers to peel a fresh orange, which we served with green ant wine. We laughed and said that the pleasures of the mortal world were better than immortality in the celestial realm.

The fire in the stove is still burning brightly, and the wine is still warm, but there is no one to share a drink with.

...

The letters, many filled with trivial matters, were overflowing with longing for her. Han Wei read them one by one, feeling a dull, agonizing pain cutting into her heart. She continued reading until dawn broke.

The last letter was Lu Qingheng's final letter.

My beloved wife, as you see me:

Lately, I've been suffering from a debilitating illness, feeling as if my body is as fragile as an autumn tumbleweed, and my mind is scattered. The doctor says my time is near.

Years ago, you ascended into the heavens, declaring, "I will surely return." Now, eighty years have passed, flowers have bloomed and faded, yet no message has come from the blue phoenix. My mortal form has decayed, no longer able to contend with the passage of time. Yet, my heart is without regret. Though our years of marriage were short for you on your immortal journey, for me, they were a complete fulfillment of my life.

May your path be smooth and your ascension to immortality be swift. If one day you pass by on a phoenix and see the new grave on the Southern Mountain, do not be saddened.

Know that when the spring grass turns green on my grave, I will be smiling in the netherworld.

The Foolish Man's Last Words

Large tears fell onto the letter like beads from a broken string.

“Aheng…Aheng…”

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the roses in the yard were blooming passionately in the sunlight. Inside the study, Han Wei was already sobbing uncontrollably.

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In the Qingwei Palace, on the jade platform in the center of the lotus pond, the Heavenly Emperor gazed expressionlessly at his reflection in the water. With a wave of his hand, the weeping girl vanished.

She always cries.

Back then, when he was her master, she killed him while crying.

Now, she's crying again.

But what do her tears represent? She is such a heartless and ruthless woman; the only person she ever truly loves is herself. She wouldn't even waste a hundred years of her life on Lu Qingheng, a mere mortal, knowing full well that a mortal's life is short, yet she still chases after his destiny.

What vows of eternal love? What sweet words? What heartfelt sentiments? They're all fake, completely fake.

He actually fell for this woman twice.

How could he be so upset by a woman like that? Absolutely despicable!

Utterly despicable!

Shouldn't he take revenge on this despicable woman?

He wanted to get back at Han Wei, but he felt that if he went to get back at her, it would seem like he couldn't let go of her. However, if he didn't get back at her, he felt suffocated. As a result, the Heavenly Emperor's mood became more and more irritable and worse.

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The sun rose and then set.

Han Wei lay on the bed in the room she shared with Lu Qingheng, reminiscing about all the sweet moments they shared. She remembered their past intimacy, but all of that was gone now. She had lost him once again, lost him forever.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She drifted off to sleep on the bed and had a dream.

In her dream, she was in a white mist, walking aimlessly through it, when suddenly she saw a figure appear in front of her.

A young man in white stood by the bridge, a gentle breeze ruffling his robes. He turned around, revealing the face she had longed for.

Ah Heng.

It was her Aheng.

"Aheng—"

She called his name and ran excitedly towards him. But the distance between them grew further and further. He glanced at her, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion, then turned and walked away into the distance.

"Aheng, Aheng, where are you going? Wait for me, wait for me—"

In her dream, she had no power and could only run after him, but she couldn't catch up, no matter what she did.

She watched helplessly as Lu Qingheng grew further and further away until he completely disappeared from her sight.

"Aheng—"

Han Wei was heartbroken.

She woke up with a start. The bright moon was already high in the sky outside the window, and the moonlight shone on the ground, making it look as if it were covered with a layer of white frost.

Han Wei leaned against the bed railing, stroking her cheeks, her face already streaked with tears.

Han Wei stayed in Lan Shang Realm for three months. After three months, she left with Mo Yang.