Chapter 35 Should Fan Yin be saddened, even knowing who she truly loves...?
Bai Lian seemed frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the direction where Changsun Rao'er was.
With a flick of his wrist, Shangguan Yun struck Changsun Rao'er with a single slash, leaving half her body drenched in blood amidst her screams, which also stained Bai Lian's vision.
On the other side, Bai Moyuan had been knocked unconscious and was being held at knifepoint.
The scene before her became a silent picture in Bai Lian's eyes, mixed with the memory of when she was 10 years old, with a pain that was etched into her bones.
The fragmented memories gradually became clear, like pieces of a puzzle: her parents, every step she took into the secret door... and Lin.
Tears finally welled up in her eyes, an unbearable sorrow washed over her, and the whole world seemed unreal.
She raised her head and gazed in Shangguan Yun's direction.
Then, with blurred vision, Changsun Rao'er watched Bai Lian walk step by step toward Shangguan Yun, weakly murmuring through her teeth:
"Lian'er...no."
Bai Lian turned back to look at Changsun Rao'er, who had fainted from the pain, slowly closed her eyes, dropped the knife, and knelt down.
Several assassins immediately drew their knives and surrounded Bai Lian, their ferocity suggesting they were determined to avenge their previous humiliation.
"Don't let her die so soon." Shangguan Yun watched with great interest. After giving the order, the assassins took turns slashing Bai Lian's body with knife after knife. She just silently lowered her eyes and endured it, neither begging nor falling down.
Before long, she was covered in blood. Apart from her face, which was still recognizable, her body was covered with shocking knife wounds, almost completely mutilated.
Shangguan Yun propped her head up and watched for a while, then felt somewhat disappointed and bored. She frowned.
"Enough, let's end it. I'm tired of it."
As she spoke, she was about to get up, but just as she lowered her raised hand, she saw the blood-soaked figure in front of her suddenly reach out and block the final, fatal blow.
Bai Lian raised her head, a cold smile blooming on her face. Shangguan Yun couldn't help but gasp. Bai Lian's eyes, which were staring intently at him, were actually gleaming with a ghostly blue...
Inside the Danqin Palace, Jialuolin furiously grabbed the guard's collar.
Where is the Crown Princess?
The guard stammered, barely able to form a coherent sentence, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty instructed that if she has not returned by tonight, you should report to the Crown Prince."
"You damned bastard! Tell me, where did she go?"
"Miss should have returned to the Bai residence!" Cuizhu rushed over, disregarding all etiquette, her heart filled with anxious worry for Bailian's well-being.
But when she saw Galorin's angry eyes, she still took a step back...
Then she saw Galorin walk towards the door without hesitation—no, she ran towards it.
Galo Lin and his group rushed to the Bai residence and broke down the door.
The sight of bloodstains splattered along the way filled him with unease, while the silence within the mansion made his heart race even higher.
When he had prepared for the worst and pushed open the door to the hall, what greeted everyone's eyes was a sea of crimson.
Meanwhile, the person he longed for was kneeling, her body covered in blood and gore, tearing strips of cloth as she bandaged her parents.
The white walls were smeared with blood, and a strong stench of blood filled the air. Many of the accompanying guards couldn't help but feel nauseous and ran to the side to vomit.
Galorin stared intently at Byakuren, leaping over the corpse and walking towards her step by step, each step feeling as if it were treading on her own heart.
Then, the moment she looked up at him, he saw her blue eyes and a crimson lotus between her brows.
"Save them," she murmured, her body losing control and falling backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
Galo Lin hurriedly stepped forward, bent down, and picked her up in his arms. When he stood up, he saw Shangguan Yun's head rolling off the side of the chair.
Inside the Ganlu Hall, the chief eunuch had been prostrating himself outside the curtain for a long time.
He lowered his voice and reported, "Your Majesty, the Empress... she has already passed away."
"Everyone's gone?" Jia Fengtian, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, showing no trace of sadness.
"They've all left."
"Who did this?" Jia Fengtian smiled, his previous sickly demeanor gone. He stretched out an arm, and the chief eunuch immediately stepped forward to help him up.
"Your Majesty, it is the Crown Princess."
Jia Fengtian showed a slight surprise, but it vanished in an instant. He got out of bed, flicked his dragon robe, and ordered sternly, "Issue my decree, ordering Minister Han to come to the palace to await my orders."
After making proper arrangements for the Bai couple, Jialuolin ordered Lvliu to stay in the East Palace with some people and to report to him if anything changed. Then, he took Bailian alone to a long-abandoned palace.
He wasn't unaware of the potentially dire consequences of his actions, but when he looked at her, covered in wounds, in his arms, many things seemed to cease to matter...
He stayed by her side day and night, watching over her battered body and her lifeless face.
Then I kept telling myself that she was fine, that she was just sleeping, and that I just had to wait.
However, almost every skilled doctor he found left shaking their head...
But almost everyone who treated Bai Lian would sigh and tell Jia Luolin that if it were an ordinary person, with so many deep wounds that exposed the bone, they would either die on the spot or not last that long...
Therefore, he always believed that a miracle would happen.
Every day, every so often, he would change Bai Lian's plasters and bandages soaked with blood, repeating the process tirelessly.
Then he gradually discovered that the wounds were healing themselves without him even noticing. Some of the wounds that were still raw and bleeding a while ago were healed in no time, leaving only faint pink scars...
Galorin tried to calm himself down amidst the shock, but what he saw each time the bandages were removed still filled him with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.
Should I be saddened, when I don't even know who I truly love...?
One day, when he changed Bai Lian's bandages again, he looked at her smooth, jade-like back and smiled bitterly.
Time continued its relentless march forward, and the daily anomalies almost made him forget that he had been away from the palace for many days, yet there was still no news from the Eastern Palace...
However, in just a few short days, Bai Lian's body underwent continuous changes.
Her hair had grown very long, like jet-black silk, and was about to cover the entire bed.
The lotus pattern on her forehead grew even more vibrant red, exuding a bewitching allure.
And her originally pale face began to fill with life, as if she really was just sleeping.
Galorin sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and gently stroked her face.
Bathed in moonlight, the woman on the bed, with her jet-black hair and crimson lips, was as beautiful as an elf, as if she would fly away if he let go of her.
Lost in thought, he unconsciously pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "No matter who you are, I will never let you go."
Just then, the person in his arms suddenly let out a soft moan.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Before his surprise could subside, she swiftly raised her hand and grabbed his neck, her deep blue eyes gazing into the depths of his heart.
Then he heard her cold voice:
"Let me go."
With a completely unfamiliar tone and an utterly indifferent gaze, Galorin had no choice but to loosen her grip on her and watch as she stood up, her long hair hanging straight down to the ground.
"Where is this?" She stood there, looking around.
"And who are you?" Galorin asked instead of answering, taking steps closer to her side.
She squinted, tilted her head, and scrutinized him. After a long while, he saw her smile, her beauty unparalleled.
Then, her lips curved into a smile, and she uttered two words: "Leng Lian".
She walked straight past Galorin, who stood there dumbfounded, rubbed her hair, and then turned back as if remembering something:
Where can I take a shower?
Lian hugged her knees and submerged herself underwater, letting the water cover her head.
She had loved this position for a long time, as if it would allow everything to return to its original starting point.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from afar, and her alertness made her stand up immediately.
Galorin stood in front of the tub, watching the white lotus rise from the water.
The room was filled with a damp, fragrant aroma. Water droplets rolled down the fair skin of the woman before him, her long hair outlining her curves.
He stared intently at her, his voice low and hoarse as he called out, "Lian..."
She snorted coldly, "The real Bai Lian was killed by Shangguan Yunmou and Consort Liu when she was young. I am just an adopted daughter of the Bai family."
Galorin closed his eyes, and after a long sigh, he picked her up and wrapped her tightly in a blanket.
Be careful not to catch a cold.
Lian was held in his arms, and after a long silence, she said in a muffled voice, "Don't you want to ask anything else?"
"unimportant."
She woke up as soon as the first rays of dawn appeared.
She tried to get up, but found his arm across her body. Every time she struggled slightly, he would hold her tighter.
"Even this detail is so similar." Lian, feeling slightly helpless, gave up struggling and turned to look at the strikingly similar face beside her.
That's clearly Lin's face, except for the longer hair and that outfit.
Her figure, demeanor, and mannerisms almost made her believe that he was him.
In fact, she couldn't be sure if the man in front of her really had any connection with the man in her memory, because many things had been overturned the moment she arrived in this dynasty.
"But you don't remember me, do you?" Lian murmured to herself, a tenderness unconsciously showing in her eyes.
In the quiet courtyard, she raised her hand and gently touched the red lotus on her forehead, following the movement of the pond.
Memories of my childhood are still vivid in my mind.
"Lian'er, if it blooms, we have no idea what changes it will bring..."
So now, is this body still your own?
The quiet morning air was stirred by dust, and the approaching hoofbeats were so jarring.
Lian sat motionless by the pond, coldly watching as tall horses burst through the gate.
Then, the leading general threw a man bound hand and foot off his horse; it was Green Willow.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked up at Lian with his bruised and swollen face, and stared helplessly at her:
"Your Majesty...quick...run away!"
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