Chapter 205
Otherwise, how could someone with such serious internal injuries remain completely silent?
After a good night's sleep, Wenji woke up the next day with his luggage packed, and he decided to travel north with Tu Wen and others.
Inside the courtyard, the bitter smell of medicine filled the air. Wen Shu carried the medicine into the room and stood by the bed, where she unexpectedly met the gaze of the young man on the bed.
When did you wake up?
Pei Lingjun said, "Just now." He smelled the medicine, frowned slightly, and teased, "Why do you need to take medicine again?"
Wen Shu said seriously, "Tell me the truth. Cui Pei said you were terminally ill, Pei Lingjun, are you hiding this from me again?"
"Cough..." The young man's face was pale, his dark eyes sweeping over Wen Shu's face, a pleased smile playing on his lips. "So concerned about me?"
Wen Shu placed the medicine on the table, her face indifferent. "My family doesn't accept sick people. If you don't tell me, you'll have to move out today."
Pei Lingjun's expression changed, and he immediately dropped his smile. Who was Wen Shu? She had a terrible temper and would chase people away at a moment's notice; he had already experienced that firsthand.
To avoid sleeping on the streets tonight, he forced himself to say, "How can doctors be so heartless? I'm still sick..."
"To tell or not to tell?"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you."
In his previous life, after Wen Shu died, Pei Lingjun was imprisoned in the palace for causing a disturbance at the princess's residence and killing a member of the royal family.
Rumors were rampant that the heir of the Marquis of Ningyuan was disrespectful to the imperial family, contemptuous of the court, and ruthless in killing his relatives. His Majesty knew he could not protect him.
He then issued an imperial edict ordering the immediate execution.
It was just a substitution; Pei Lingjun was not actually dead.
Afterwards, he was transferred abroad and required to live under an assumed name.
Zhu Zijin came looking for him at that moment. The boy's eyes were red from crying, and he hugged his leg and cried and shouted as soon as he saw him.
"Uncle, you can't die! What will I do if you die? What will happen to my mother? How can you bear to leave us, mother and son, behind?"
At that time, the young man was dejected and leaned against a chair in the dimly lit room, not saying a word, looking emaciated.
Suddenly, Zhu Zijin wiped away his tears, stood up and said, "Uncle wants Aunt to come back? I have a way."
Pei Lingjun's eyes suddenly lit up.
There are methods, but the matter of defying fate is inherently mysterious and unpredictable.
They traveled thousands of miles to find a highly virtuous monk who was wandering in the world. They offered his body and soul so that he would not be reincarnated in his past lives, in exchange for a chance for Ashu's life.
"This journey is one of life and death, and reincarnation is impossible. When you find your chance, it will also be the moment when your soul and spirit are annihilated."
"I'm willing."
As fate would have it, he was able to be reborn with her, but he could no longer walk with her on this path.
Pei Lingjun did not reveal the whole truth, only saying that his soul had been reincarnated twice, and this was the price he had to pay.
"Is it curable?"
Wen Shu looked expectant, but Pei Lingjun smiled faintly. Those who defy fate pay the price to balance the world. He dies and she lives; it's just one life for another!
Nothing to regret.
"Perhaps there is a way, who knows?"
Her gaze was questioning. If there were a way, he should have recovered long ago. Why did he drag himself down to the point of vomiting blood?
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