Chapter 150 Sir, Who is Ah Sheng?

The first ray of morning light penetrated through the dilapidated window lattice, piercing the dark night of the cold palace.

The light, like a sharp knife, shone on Xue Minglan's face, which was as pale as paper.

A faint moan escaped from his cracked lips.

Chen He hadn't slept all night, his eyes were red from staying up late, and he was suddenly awakened by the sound.

She moved closer.

Xue Minglan's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then, slowly opened it.

Those dark pupils that always burned with the flames of paranoia in the past, now lost their focus and became chaotic.

Like a thick fog.

He looked at the curtain above his head with empty eyes, as if he had not yet escaped from the endless nightmare.

"water……"

A hoarse, broken syllable came out from the depths of his throat.

Chen He's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up and poured a glass of warm water.

She lifted his upper body, letting him lean on her shoulder, and carefully brought the rim of the cup to his lips.

The warm liquid moistened his dry throat.

His mind seemed to clear up a little.

His gaze slowly turned and finally landed on Shen He's face.

He didn't say anything.

Just look at her.

There was confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, as well as... a barely perceptible, fragile exploration.

It was as if he was trying to confirm whether the person in front of him was real or a dream.

Chen He felt uneasy when he looked at her.

The indescribable feeling in my heart surged up again.

Is it pity? Guilt? Or... something else?

She herself can't tell the difference.

"You're awake."

She spoke first, her voice dry.

"How does it feel?"

Xue Minglan moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but it hurt the wound on his arm, causing him to gasp in pain and cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

He can't move.

I don't even have the strength to sit up.

Shen He understood immediately.

It's not advisable to stay here for long.

She made a prompt decision and stood up.

"Just lie still."

"I'll take you away."

Without any hesitation, she turned around and walked out of the cold palace quickly.

A moment later, the Shen Mansion's carriage stopped in the most secluded corner of the cold palace.

Chen He called two strong maids and lifted Xue Minglan, who was as soft as a puddle of mud, along with his bedding, onto the carriage.

"Go back home."

She gave orders to the driver, her voice calm and without a trace of emotion.

"No, go to Captain Xue's residence."

In the carriage, Xue Minglan corrected weakly.

Shen He was startled and looked back at him.

"I can't cause you any trouble."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with unprecedented clarity and stubbornness.

Shen He was silent.

Okay.

She really didn't want her grandmother and father to see this horrifying scene.

The carriage turned around and sped all the way, finally stopping in front of Xue Minglan's mansion.

After settling him down and spending a large sum of money to hire the best surgeon in the capital, Shen He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the doctor's diagnosis, he shook his head repeatedly.

She left enough silver and the golden wound medicine given by Chu Yue, and carefully instructed the servants of Xue Mansion on how to make ginseng soup and how to change the medicine. Then she left Xue Mansion with her exhausted body.

fortunately.

She thought.

Fortunately, the Queen’s thoughts lately have been on her stepsister Chen Jiao’s “precious” belly and the upcoming Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet.

Otherwise, if Xue Minglan, a captain of the imperial guards, had not returned home overnight, there would have been chaos in the palace.

This gave him a chance to catch his breath.

***

After leaving Xue's house, Shen He did not return home.

She drove the carriage westward and stopped at the foot of the green hills outside Beijing.

Here, a person is buried.

A person she once thought would be her lifelong destination.

The president of Qingshan Academy, Yan Qingxiu.

Her husband.

The area in front of the tombstone is clean, obviously someone cleans it regularly.

Chen He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the cold stone tablet with his fingertips.

"gentlemen."

She spoke softly, her voice choked with sobs that she herself was unaware of.

"I've come to see you."

"Sir, I've been... a mess lately."

She seemed to want to pour out all her grievances and confusions.

She took a deep breath, as if she was about to ask a big secret.

"Sir, I saved a young man a few days ago."

"His name is Ah Sheng."

"He...he called me 'Linglong'."

exquisite.

Chen He's eyes were completely red.

Her voice was trembling.

"gentlemen……"

"That person, is it you?"

"You...are you not dead at all?"

The wind blew across the hills, making a howling sound, as if responding to her cries.

But the tombstone remains cold and silent.

Just then.

A clear voice with a hint of surprise sounded behind him.

"Ah He?"

Chen He froze and turned back suddenly.

She saw a young man who looked 70% similar to Yan Qingxiu, but more youthful and sunny, standing not far away, looking at her in surprise.

Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingxiu's biological brother, who grew up with her.

"Qingyi?"

Shen He quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, looking a little embarrassed.

"Why are you here?"

Yan Qingyi walked over quickly, frowning slightly.

"I should be the one asking you this. Why did you come here alone?"

His gaze fell on his brother's tombstone, then looked at Shen He's red eyes, and instantly understood.

"Missing my brother again?"

His tone softened, with a hint of heartache.

"Um."

Chen He responded vaguely, but his heart was beating like a drum.

She looked at Yan Qingyi, and a crazy idea popped up in her mind uncontrollably.

"Qingyi..."

She grabbed his sleeve, her eyes burning.

"I'm going to ask you something, and you must tell me the truth."

Yan Qingyi was startled by her seriousness.

"What's wrong?"

"On the day of the master's burial..."

Chen He lowered his voice very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

"You...were you there?"

"Did you see him put into the coffin with your own eyes?"

"What?"

Yan Qingyi's expression changed instantly.

He looked at Shen He in shock, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.

"Ah He, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I……"

Shen He was speechless.

How should she explain it?

She said she met a young man who seemed to be alive?

It is said that she was reborn and knew many unknown secrets?

No.

Can't say.

If I say it, I'll just be considered a lunatic.

She gathered herself together and came up with a lame excuse.

"I...I just met someone recently."

"A person who looks very much like Mr.

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyi was stunned at first, and then the shock on his face turned into helpless pity.

He raised his hand, wanting to ruffle her hair like he did when they were little, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he could only pat her shoulder gently.

"Silly Ah He."

He sighed.

"You must be missing her too much and your eyes are blurry."

"How can a dead person be resurrected?"

"My brother...is really gone."

Chen He's heart sank inch by inch.

Yeah?

Is it really... missing you too much?

But how to explain Ah Sheng's "Linglong" and those eyes that look so much like Mr.'s?

No.

She doesn't believe it.

In this world, even such a bizarre thing as rebirth happened to me.

So, what's impossible about coming back to life from the dead?

Looking at Yan Qingyi's determined yet compassionate eyes, Chen He knew that if he continued asking, he would not get anything out of it.

She just buried the seed of doubt deeper in her heart.