Chapter 46 Spring Dream: She was his Bodhisattva.
The tears in the clothes were neat, and the blood that flowed out was almost like water.
When Le Jin's fingertips touched a damp spot, she only frowned, closed her eyes, and shrank her neck, afraid to breathe. However, when Meng Shutai pressed her finger against the knife wound on his ribs, she finally couldn't hold back and screamed.
Flesh, flesh that has been cut open. A thin slit is bleeding; when you press down, the thin skin and flesh are soft, turning inside out.
If I go in again, I wonder if I'll be able to touch his bones...
She tried desperately to pull her hand back, but Meng Shutai was extremely strong, holding her like an iron rod, and she couldn't break free at all.
Her knees could no longer support her, and Le Jin's legs trembled as she knelt down with a thud, as if she were bowing to Meng Shutai under the moon.
However, his robe was placed under his knees, and the soft and thick material did not cause Le Jin any pain from kneeling. Her tears were only due to fear.
"Please, let me go... You stabbed me once, I'll stab you back, let's even things out, okay..."
Le Jin's mouth was wide open, her eyes were slits from crying, and tears were streaming down her red and swollen face.
It looks like a round-headed little red goldfish.
She cried pitifully yet adorably. Meng Shutai's heart swelled infinitely, filled with a jumble of emotions—excitement, joy, curiosity, and doubt—about to explode.
He cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands and soothed her gently.
"Don't cry, don't cry, were you scared?"
With a smile that deepened in his eyes, Meng Shutai said seriously, "Stabbing someone in the ribs won't kill them. I'll be fine."
Upon hearing this, Le Jin cried even louder.
I'm devastated because you're okay!
Killing someone is so incredibly difficult. Her hand still lingers on the feel of the knife handle, the slight resistance as it pressed against his flesh and bone...
Le Jin dared not recall it.
Suddenly, Meng Shutai's thumb gently and slowly caressed the soft flesh of her face, and in an instant, she felt as if she had goosebumps all over her body.
"I just want to know, you're not Yue Jin from Shuzhou, are you?"
He wasn't questioning her, but rather offering his own guesses, hoping for her affirmation or denial.
"you……"
Le Jin half-opened her eyes and, through her tears, vaguely saw Meng Shutai's smiling eyes.
She was very gentle and beautiful. Even her eyelashes were exquisitely crafted, thick and long, with an indescribable allure that beckoned to Le Jin like a hand.
"You are so different from the one I know."
Thinking of all the things Le Jin had done for him, Meng Shutai smiled, his eyes crinkling, then shook his head slightly as if regretting it:
"You're so stupid, there are flaws everywhere."
At a time like this, how could he possibly be in the mood to laugh at her?
Le Jin sobbed and cursed at him, "Get lost."
The person in front of her laughed so hard their shoulders trembled, each laugh echoing in their chest. After a long while, they finally stopped and asked her, "You are Jiu'an, aren't you? Or rather, you're not even Jiu'an?"
Good heavens, this person is a genius... He just calmly accepts that one person's body contains another person's soul?
Now that things have come to this, Le Jin no longer needs to hide it from him.
"...I come from another world, and the people you see are not my true selves."
She was in a state of confusion. The system said the mission had failed, which meant she couldn't return to the real world, wouldn't get the money, and had to continue the mission.
Le Jin swallowed her true intentions and decided to lie to Meng Shutai.
"I, my soul will not die, only my body will. I stabbed you because you killed me, that's all."
She wasn't a transmigrator, she had no missions; she was simply a free spirit.
However, this reckless lie caused Meng Shutai to lose his composure.
"I see……"
He murmured repeatedly, his eyes flashing with obscurity, like a beautiful Bodhisattva statue, his body motionless, as if the passage of three thousand years was but a fleeting moment.
When the Meng family hurriedly found the two of them, Meng Shutai was still the same, until Le Jin was so scared that she cried again.
The burly servants stared at her angrily like wolves, as if they wanted to devour her alive.
Someone helped Meng Shutai up and led him to the sedan chair, asking with concern, "Young master, are you alright? Is that wicked woman being held in the manor or has the matter been reported to the authorities?"
Le Jin's whole body was trembling, and she bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to beg them to let her go, but she didn't even have the courage to speak.
She committed murder in public, and although it was unsuccessful, she still committed the crime.
She is a bad person.
"Take her home."
All the servants were incredulous and stood frozen in place.
Meng Shutai calmly repeated a second time: "Take her home."
The voice was gentle, and those few words instantly transported Le Jin back to the day she first met him. Gentle and kind, compassionate and forgiving, it seemed he would never get angry, and would always be tolerant and loving.
He leaned against the sedan chair, and even through the windproof gauze curtain, Le Jin could clearly feel his gaze upon her.
It was serene and peaceful, like a dense forest where the sun never shines, captivating and trapping her.
——
The wound on my ribs was a short, slanted section.
After being bandaged, it was slightly itchy. With layers of gauze and cotton stuffing inside, Meng Shutai suspected that something was sealed inside, or perhaps something alive.
Looking down, sure enough, a small red goldfish jumped out of the wound and swung its tail into a small, emerald-green pond.
He followed, but the little goldfish hid under the duckweed and wouldn't see him.
But for some reason, Meng Shutai was not annoyed at all. Instead, he indulged her and strained his head to look.
The bright red figure shimmered and floated in the water, so adorable. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch it with his finger, but it was slippery and slipped away from his fingertip as if he couldn't hold on to it, carried away by a stream of water.
He asked, "Are you angry with me?"
The little red goldfish was blowing bubbles and muttering, but Meng Shutai couldn't understand it. He could only see its little round mouth opening and closing, a small red and dark black hole, with clear water flowing in and out.
Suddenly wanting to feel the flow of her water, he mischievously reached out and blocked the small round hole with his finger.
As a result, the little red goldfish sucked on his finger, and it actually hurt! The thin wrapping, the seemingly close yet distant nibbling, caused him unforgettable pain.
However, Meng Shutai did not want to withdraw his fingers.
He let out a low, painful sigh as he let her nibble and torment him, a tingling, numb pleasure he willingly endured.
He liked the little red goldfish, so he could only plead humbly, "Please don't be angry with me, okay? You can eat my flesh and blood."
The little red goldfish seemed to be really thinking seriously, shaking its little head back and forth.
Meng Shutai was so happy that her heart was about to melt, turning into a pool of sweet sugar water.
He continued to plead with her, "Will you stay with me?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the little red goldfish disappeared.
Pop!
Meng Shutai refused to believe it. He pushed aside the duckweed on the pond and searched for her in the ripples. But the next moment, he fell into the water and sank to the bottom, landing on the bed.
The bed he slept in when he was five.
Outside the window, figures moved about, preparing for the funeral. Snow-white silk hung down beside his window, and the servants whispered among themselves about Meng Shutai's impending death, their hearts aching with sorrow.
die.
What's so scary about death?
The human world is nothing more than a coffin, containing a bunch of walking corpses.
He lay in bed, his mind unusually calm.
"Bodhisattva!" Suddenly, a girl called out to him.
She sat on the edge of his bed, smiling at him. Her black hair was neatly tied back, but it was very short, barely reaching her neck.
What kind of hairstyle is this? It's so strange.
The girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. Her skin was a natural yellow color, her eyebrows were light, and her eyes weren't particularly pretty, but her lower eyelids were full and resembled crescent moons when she smiled.
He had never seen this person before, yet at this moment he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity with him.
Meng Shutai heard her say, "Bodhisattva, I've come to keep you company."
"Are you that little red goldfish?"
The girl laughed like a silver bell, but did not answer him.
In the empty, lifeless room, only her laughter could be heard. The death, illness, and loneliness that had haunted Meng Shutai like ghosts were all driven away, and his body had never felt so relaxed.
The girl leaned closer and asked in a simple, honest voice, "Guess who I am?"
Meng Shutai thought of one name, or perhaps two, but he dared not utter them aloud.
That person had seen him at his most ferocious, coldest, and most inhuman; he didn't know how to face her.
Just as I was feeling uneasy, a kiss suddenly landed on my brow.
Soft and warm, like a soft, fluffy cloud.
The girl's simple eyes reflected Meng Shutai's bewildered expression. And it was in those eyes that he was slowly pushed down by her.
Her clothes were half undone, revealing a knife cut on her fair, jade-like skin, swaying prominently at her ribs.
The next kiss landed on it.
Meng Shutai's soul trembled, and his body swayed uncontrollably like a small boat floating on water. Countless ripples spread across his lower body, initially subtle, but then becoming terrifying.
The girl's delicate, persistent kisses soothed the wound, almost suffocating Meng Shutai, his chest pressed against a stimulating, yet urgent, feeling.
Suddenly, something soft and wet slid across the painful, itchy wound.
Like a small animal, she licked his flesh and scraps with her tongue, her breath spraying evenly onto his smooth, jade-like skin. Though it wasn't hot, Meng Shutai felt as if he were being burned by a raging fire, and he could barely bear it even by gritting his teeth.
But he still didn't push her away, indulging her like a little red goldfish "eating" him.
Suppressed gasps escaped from between his teeth as her tongue and lips lingered on his wound.
She gave him pain, and she also bestowed upon him pleasure.
Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva.
She is his Bodhisattva.
Meng Shutai woke up from her dream.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was still dimly lit, the beaded curtains were drawn, the gauze curtains were closed, and everything was still quiet.
The sensations in the dream were too intense, so Meng Shutai did not get up, but gently closed his eyes and waited to regulate his breathing.
He had never had such a strange dream before: a little red goldfish, a strange girl he didn't recognize but felt familiar with, and even...
Quietly pushing aside the brocade quilt, she felt the cool, dampness beneath her.
Last night was like a dream, in which he was reborn.
"The sound of chess pieces."
Meng Shutai called out to the outside, and the sound of chess pieces immediately came to his bedside.
"How is Lady Yue?"
Qisheng was shocked and frightened by the sudden bad news of her husband's death. She hadn't slept all night, and now her eyes were dark with fear. "I sent her back to the Le residence as you instructed. Should we bring her back?"
The Lantern Festival was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but no one expected that such a heinous act would occur, especially since it was directed at Meng Langjun. Within a night, the news spread like wildfire, and even Le Jin's identity and past were brought to light.
After this commotion, everyone in Luojing knew how domineering and ruthless this future lady of the Meng family was, and they all speculated that she was about to be executed on the spot. It was understandable that Qisheng asked whether to arrest her or not.
However, Meng Shutai gently shook his head.
"Don't scare her."
"Give the order that anyone in Luoyang who speaks ill of this matter will be investigated by the Meng family. Make them all shut up within two days."
Qisheng was dumbfounded: "My...my lord, are we just going to ignore that woman?"
Meng Shutai shook his head again, "Manage it."
Just as Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief, his husband said, "Prepare all the festive gifts. We'll go to the Yue family today to discuss the wedding date."
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Author's Note: Just wanted to let everyone know that update times will be a little later from now on, maybe around 10 or 11 am, but I'll try my best to update daily! [kissing emoji]
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