Chapter 137: If the Spring Breeze Has a Touch of Pity
A series of footsteps.
Chai Yuguan, dressed in a form-fitting purple robe, strode in with a powerful and unrestrained gait. With him on his left and right, the two envoys of Qi and Jiu each stood on either side of him, a step behind, and the three of them took their places in the hall.
To be honest, Chai Yuguan's description of Xie Huailing by Wang Yunmeng was exactly the same. His appearance wasn't particularly outstanding. Although his face was as white as jade, it couldn't hide the ugliness brought about by the large, protruding fleshy lump between his eyebrows. Furthermore, his nose was hooked like an eagle's, and his lips were too thick, making him appear too worldly and far from being a "handsome man." The only thing that could be considered somewhat interesting was the two black moles on either side of his mouth, but that was all.
The chair at the head of the main hall was pulled out, and Chai Yuguan took his seat with an air of grandeur. Two envoys also stood behind him, leaving only the three of them in the large hall.
It wasn't because there weren't enough people to serve him, nor for any other reason. The only reason was that no matter how many people were here, Chai Yuguan couldn't trust any of them.
When he entered the pass, he was so full of ambition, dreaming of shaking the world. But he was deceived. One of the four envoys, Situ Bian, had already betrayed him. The former "financial envoy" Jin Wuwang was even tricked by Bai Choufei, who had joined him halfway. After all his scheming, he ended up in a situation where half of his trusted confidants had been tricked away and he himself was about to be lured to his death. How could he not be furious?
He still had a chance to leave, but if he didn't avenge this grudge, he wouldn't have peace in the future. He was determined to kill that damned guest from Bianjing and vent his anger.
Thinking this, Chai Yuguan tapped his neat and graceful hands, as elegant as a woman's, on the armrest of the chair, silently calculating the time. For him now, the passage of time could be clearly understood through the flow of his internal energy. His martial arts had reached perfection, which was precisely why he was still confident enough to sit here and turn the tables on his opponent.
Unfortunately, those involved are often blinded by their own perspectives, while those who orchestrate the game are clear-headed. He didn't know, at least not at this moment, that his "guest" had also come to the appointment with a heavy heart full of doubts.
Another series of footsteps sounded.
The person with the highest level of martial arts sits in the superior position, while the person sitting in the guest position is no less skilled than him, and may even be superior. He possesses another kind of power, in which he can also be said to be supreme, and this power is called authority.
Fu Zongshu, who once held the position of Chancellor and later became a protégé of Grand Tutor Li, was dismissed for jointly remonstrating with the government during the flood embezzlement case two years ago. However, he still holds a very high official position. Although temporarily suspended from his post, he wields immense power and has countless underhanded dealings, making him someone no one can underestimate. He arrived in plain clothes, with few people around him dressed up for the banquet. Although he smiled, a glance into his eyes suggested a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and a sense of unease crept in.
Upon seeing him, Chai Yuguan inwardly cursed, "As expected, this is someone with ulterior motives, coming with such menacing force." He no longer cared whether Fu Zongshu was travel-worn, which made his arrival seem more important; he only thought, "Just as I suspected, this person harbors ill intentions and has come to lure me to my death."
With such a plan in mind, and looking at the guards that Fu Zongshu brought, all of them were top-notch experts. Chai Yuguan could tell at a glance that neither of his two trusted confidants, Dugu Shang nor Han Ling, were a match for these two. To kill Fu Zongshu, he would have to rely on himself.
Fortunately, although Fu Zongshu was a cunning fox, Chai Yuguan's ability to control his killing intent was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people who were not peerless masters. After Fu Zongshu sat down, the two were several meters apart, so the initial politeness and pretense were actually quite harmonious, and they could be said to have had a pleasant conversation.
After Fu Zongshu put down his wine glass and drank heartily, he suddenly fell silent and said, "Of course I believe in Mr. Chai's abilities and his reputation. However, there is one thing that is too important to me, and I need to ask Mr. Chai again."
Chai Yuguan's smile remained unchanged, and he continued making his exaggerated hand gestures as usual: "Oh? What matter does Lord Fu want to ask about?"
Fu Zongshu spoke with a heavy heart, as if every word had been torn from someone's body. Although his expression remained unchanged, at first glance it seemed normal, but after listening, something felt off: "Regarding Wang Yunmeng. Mr. Chai, in these nine years, have you really not seen her again?"
Chai Yuguan sneered inwardly, wondering what his intention was in bringing up Wang Yunmeng now. Could this fellow have been a subject of Wang Yunmeng's affections back then? He said, "Lord Fu, I said I've never seen her, and of course I haven't. She died at my hands nine years ago. I watched her breathe her last. If she were still alive, wouldn't she have come to collect her debt from me long ago?"
“Then I will believe Mr. Chai.” Fu Zongshu recalled the news from Situ Bian. In his eyes, Chai Yuguan’s credibility was completely bankrupt, and he was now inextricably linked with Wang Yunmeng. It was for this reason that he did not break off relations. As long as Chai Yuguan knew that he thought he had deceived him, he would have more room to scheme against him after bringing Chai Yuguan to Bianjing.
But when he looked around Chaiyu Pass again, after the dancers left, there were still only two envoys guarding him. Fu Zongshu suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He asked, "I heard that Mr. Chai has four valiant generals under his command, but I only see two today?"
Chai Yuguan downed another cup of wine and laughed heartily. He pointed in a certain direction outside the door and said, "Good question! I did indeed originally have four envoys, but unfortunately they didn't give me face and weren't well-behaved. I taught them martial arts, and they would seek other ways behind my back. For example, my 'Lust Envoy' Situ Shang actually went to find another master behind my back, and his head is already hanging in the kitchen; and as for that 'Wealth Envoy' Bai Choufei, I've already broken his arms and legs and locked him up. Since Lord Fu has asked, why don't we bring them up for Lord Fu to see?"
Fu Zongshu's heart skipped a beat. Upon hearing the news of Situ Bian's death, he immediately understood the ever-changing situation. He had only sat there because he assumed Chai Yuguan was unaware, but this incident had forced him to prepare. As for Bai Choufei's situation, although he didn't know, he decided to strike first. Under the table, he gestured to the people he had brought, feigning surprise: "Such a thing? Bringing them up to meet you wouldn't hurt. But before that, I suddenly remembered something I forgot to tell you."
"What is it?" Chai Yuguan slammed his hand on the table, like a tiger returning to the mountain. The wooden table shattered in an instant, and the shockwave was so powerful that it instilled fear in everyone. "Something more important than you conspiring with my subordinates to plot against me?"
His pent-up anger erupted all at once, so intense that he could point at his own crown, bar his teeth and glare, completely forgetting how he had ruined someone else's life, only thinking about how no one dared to ruin him.
Dugu Shang and Han Ling drew their weapons, and Chai Yuguan shouted, "One Situ Bian wasn't enough, you even had to get rid of Jin Wuwang and send over Bai Choufei, what a dog of a scoundrel from Bianjing! No wonder everyone says that a traitor like you must be killed if caught!"
Fu Zongshu felt a chill run down his spine, but remained composed, sitting upright in his seat: "The disaster at Hengshan has left countless dead. Everyone has the right to kill him, but no one is certain. Chai Yuguan, I advise you to stop your futile efforts and stop using tricks. Bai Choufei? I've never even heard of him. From the moment my gift was placed before you, you were poisoned by me and are now at my mercy!"
His expression changed drastically. Chai Yuguan immediately gathered his strength; Fu Zongshu's words were indeed true—a true fox who had spun his magic in Bianjing. His face flushed and paled in turns, hating himself for underestimating Fu Zongshu, and also hating him for still spouting nonsense: "Could it be that Bai Choufei isn't—"
Before he could finish speaking, the servant who had been captured stumbled in. Seeing the tense scene, he instantly went limp and knelt on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. He cried out, "Master, Master, Bai Choufei has run away!"
"What?!"
Not only Chai Yuguan, but Fu Zongshu also exclaimed in shock. Now that things had come to this, how could the two not realize that they were like mantises stalking cicadas in the hands of the chess player, that besides their supposedly secret actions, there was another pair of eyes watching.
Fu Zongshu could no longer sit still and was about to get up. Chai Yuguan also did not want to stay any longer and disregarded the hatred between them.
But none of them succeeded.
A sword, a slender woman's sword.
The maid who was pouring wine for Fu Zongshu appeared silently behind him. Her skill was so profound that the assassination was carried out in an instant. Chai Yuguan was too shocked to notice.
By the time Fu Zongshu's men tried to rescue him, he was already firmly in the woman's grasp and had become her hostage. The delicate, freckled face that once belonged to the maid had vanished, replaced by a stunningly beautiful woman. Chai Yuguan's eyes widened; he couldn't be mistaken—the dead man had truly come back to life.
"Wang...Wang Yunmeng...?"
Chai Yuguan took a step back, while Wang Yunmeng raised her head and smiled gently at him, as if she were still the person who loved him back then: "I heard you talking about me, so I came."
"Keep talking, don't stop." She turned her sword, and the dying Fu Zongshu immediately screamed. She used him to command the men Fu Zongshu had brought, "If you want me to release him, then go and kill Chai Yuguan."
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As the stone fell to the ground, Shen Lang tore off the human skin mask. Finally able to breathe properly, he didn't rush to rest. At this moment, he didn't forget to turn around and look at the scene in the courtyard.
As for what happened afterward, Xie Huailing said he didn't need to interfere much before the cleanup. He only needed to keep an eye on the area around the mansion to see if anyone was trying to escape, and to intercept Wang Yunmeng's son, Wang Lianhua. The cleanup would only happen by sheer chance; Wang Yunmeng and Chai Yuguan would be far from dead after she made her move before she came to call him. As for the horrifying, tooth-ache-inducing sounds of fighting, Shen Lang only needed to observe; the battle between Chai Yuguan and Wang Yunmeng was beyond his involvement.
However, as servants continued to flee after the commotion, he couldn't stay idle and stepped in to help them. He lent a hand and called out the right direction for them, since escaping from the maze-like mansion was by no means easy.
Zhu Qiqi should be rescuing people in another direction right now. Thinking of this, Shen Lang became curious about Xie Huailing's arrangements again. He was the most skilled martial artist by her side, and he had been placed here. Who was she going to take with her to ambush them from behind?
And... more and more people escaped, but even with Shen Lang's keen eyesight and keen hearing, he still couldn't spot Wang Lianhua.
...Where did he go? Even if he wasn't in the plan, did Wang Yunmeng not even give him an order to stay nearby and act as needed?
Shen Lang thought of Xie Huailing and hoped that everything would be alright and nothing would change.
As Xie Huailing walked along the corridor in the backyard, he suddenly sneezed.
"Ah!" She touched her nose, puzzled. "Who's talking about me? Zhu Qiqi shouldn't be like this, Bianjing?"
Bai Feifei gripped her arm tightly, afraid that something might happen and Xie Huailing might be tied up or bumped into by the crowd. She said, "It's just a sneeze. If something really happens, you can't run away, and you in Bianjing wouldn't even know."
Xie Huailing gave a faint "Ah" and said, "That won't happen. I still have a backup plan in the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion. If something serious happens, I will definitely know."
After saying that, the two didn't discuss the topic further. No one would run to the backyard; everyone there was in a state of panic and had already fled to the front and back gates. Only the two women were heading towards the main hall. To take lives, to bring everything to a close.
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, blasting a hole in the main hall. No one knew what had happened, but a wave of intense heat followed, its menacing force scorching faces. The smell of blood was unmistakable; even if there were still two survivors in the hall, they would be gone.
One of them—a tall, slender, and fair-skinned figure in purple—darted out in a panic, turning into a fleeting splash of purple.
Bai Feifei was about to run after him immediately, but Xie Huailing's sleeve was in her hand, and thinking of Xie Huailing, she stood back.
By this time, they could already smell the flames. In about fifteen minutes, the place would be engulfed in flames; every moment was a countdown. Xie Huailing took her hand and said, "Go. If you hate him, then don't let him go. Remember to use what I gave you. Don't worry about me; I have my preparations. Wang Yunmeng won't kill me now."
"Okay." So Bai Feifei didn't refuse.
She had already made her vow, gripping Xie Huailing's hand tightly, and the next second she vanished like a ghost, disappearing without a trace. And indeed, she vanished like a ghost, to pursue the blood debts of her past life; only when the debts were settled with the death of the person could she possess a new life that truly belonged to her.
A few whiffs of disgust entered her nasal cavity, but thankfully it wasn't enough to make her cough. Xie Huailing raised her hand to fan herself, knowing she couldn't linger, and without looking back, turned and walked towards the main hall.
Chai Yuguan left, and Wang Yunmeng didn't chase after him, which must mean that Wang Yunmeng was in bad shape and something had happened to her. Since something had happened to her, Xie Huailing should go there and see Fu Zongshu's body with his own eyes. Only by witnessing the tragic death of a traitor can he feel a sense of satisfaction.
But when she actually went inside, she realized she had been overthinking it. There was no trace of Fu Zongshu's body. At first glance, she couldn't even match the hands and legs together.
This was hell on earth, a veritable mass grave without a patch of earth. Amidst the blood and limbs, she couldn't find a place to step at first glance. Looking left and right, she found fragments of tables and chairs and bricks scattered everywhere. She could only barely find a path by stepping over the mangled remains of flesh and blood.
At one spot by the wall, the stunning beauty could barely stand. She leaned against the wall to stay upright, her face as pale as paper, breathing weakly, looking utterly pathetic. When she saw Xie Huailing arrive, her eyes lit up, and she sat down against the wall.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Xie Huailing was filled with shock. She had taken Bai Feifei away yesterday, so why was Wang Yunmeng still looking at her like that? Could it be... that Wang Yunmeng didn't know?
Wang Yunmeng truly didn't know. She reached out to Xie Huailing and said in a weak voice, "Good child, come here. Do you have any medicine to help you breathe? Give me some, and then help me out."
She didn't seem to be dead, just in pain. When she mentioned Chai Yuguan, a vicious killing intent flashed across her eyes, and she wrinkled her perfect face: "I really didn't expect his skill to be this good. I also didn't expect that the person who poisoned him didn't even make it take effect immediately... Ha, using my things against me, how could that possibly work?"
She will only be weak for a while. Once she recovers, she will chase after Chai Yuguan for three days and three nights and still kill him.
Xie Huailing obediently squatted down beside her, still looking like the junior who was so pleasing to Wang Yunmeng, with lowered eyes and a humble demeanor. He first anxiously checked on Wang Yunmeng's condition and asked her, "Madam, are you alright?"
"Very well, quickly find me the medicine." But no matter what, Wang Yunmeng was so weak at this moment that she could no longer even maintain a fake smile.
But she didn't forget to bring up the deal, saying, "Once I've recovered and avenged myself, I'll give you what I promised you. I'm sure you'll like it."
Xie Huailing agreed, and then she suddenly understood something. A flash of insight pierced her mind, and what she had never understood before became crystal clear. Strip away all that arrogance and prejudice, and you're left with nothing but this naked truth. Her hand, which had reached into her sleeve, paused.
However, the next second, she still began to reach into her sleeves and take out porcelain bottles one by one. The fire grew bigger and bigger, the flames were like ghosts, and the white porcelain turned vermilion: "I know, Madam."
She fed Wang Yunmeng the calming pills, seemingly without thinking of anything else, and then laboriously helped Wang Yunmeng up, letting her lean against her. At that moment, she was thankful for the first time that Wang Yunmeng was very light; even if she were to carry Wang Yunmeng, at least she could manage, instead of being dragged down and falling herself.
The fire was about to reach the hem of her clothes. If she lingered any longer, it would be a matter of life and death. Even without Wang Yunmeng urging her, Xie Huailing would have gone outside.
Because of the urgency, Wang Yunmeng also needed to reassure Xie Huailing, as the cooperation could not afford any mistakes at this time: "As long as I get back, I will give you the evidence."
"I believe you, Madam." Xie Huailing lowered her brows slightly, feigning a frown, but then concealed it, making sure Wang Yunmeng saw through her act and concluded that the younger generation lacked cunning. "However, may I ask now, what exactly is this evidence?"
Wang Yunmeng had guessed that she would ask this question. She was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to lie, let alone since Xie Huailing was the one who saved her. If she lied now and was found out, it would probably be bad. She was also anxious to reassure Xie Huailing, so she replied, "You have such an impatient nature, but it's inevitable that you would ask at this time. I can tell you."
When she brought up her past again, she felt intense regret, regretting that she was too naive back then, just like Xie Huailing in her eyes now, who failed to see through the schemes of those shrewd people: "As you know, back then, for power, to become the most powerful woman in the world, I went to the place with the highest power—I killed a noble lady, took her identity, and entered the palace."
"During those two years, I slowly plotted to gain favor, and I also wanted to get involved with the previous dynasty when my favor was at its peak. But fate is unpredictable. Before I could sit on all this throne, the world had changed. I was too late to get in, and I couldn't outmaneuver them at all. At that time, I only knew that it was a palace coup and that the current emperor might have usurped the throne, so I hastily faked my death to escape."
"Only now do I realize what I missed. Back then, I couldn't see through them, but fortunately, not many people saw through me either. Not many people knew that I was skilled in martial arts, and I did hear some rumors about it."
Wang Yunmeng was filled with endless loneliness and sighed deeply: "It's a pity that I've encountered so many things and discovered so many other strange things by now. I've only just figured out some of the key points. As for what really happened in the past, I can only guess at it. But it's alright, after all, I was by the side of the late emperor. I belatedly discovered that he made arrangements before he died, arrangements that were never used. Although I don't know what he was going to do, I know this."
"Then, I went to look for it, and as the saying goes, heaven helps those who help themselves, and I managed to get it back. Now, I'm hiding it in my building."
"What is it?" Xie Huailing asked.
Driven by an insatiable lust for power, Wang Yunmeng's eyes were like black holes, capable of sucking people in. Just mentioning this thing made her excited: "A will."
Xie Huailing stopped in her tracks.
Wang Yunmeng said slowly and deliberately, “A blank copy, with the late emperor’s signature and bloody fingerprint, and stamped with the imperial seal, the imperial edict.”
Just thinking about it made her smile uncontrollably. No wonder Cai Jing wanted to find her, no wonder Fu Zongshu came here, no wonder she needed the help of the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion—all her questions were answered. Wang Yunmeng was basking in what she had gained, and the corners of her lips curled up once more.
The attempt failed immediately. Joy and terror flashed across her face simultaneously. Then Xie Huailing released her grip, and the woman, now a corpse, collapsed into a pool of blood. The wound on her abdomen, inflicted by the hidden weapon, rotted into a gruesome, black mass. Sometimes, a person's end is just that sudden.
The clouds are like five-colored cotton.
Xie Huailing stared at the former number one female demon of the martial arts world, then shot another hidden weapon into her throat. Only when he was sure she was dead beyond any hope of saving her did he turn and leave before the fire engulfed the main hall's entrance.
She wouldn't hesitate. This was the perfect moment, the moment she deserved, the moment she had always wanted to experience. She wouldn't hesitate.
Passing through the still-forming, scorching ring of fire, her face already speckled with soot, Xie Huailing didn't falter. There was hardly anyone left in the courtyard; she was the only one running out, dizzy and disoriented as she searched for her way through the smoke and dust. She didn't understand why the house was built so large. Finally, she saw the screen wall, with the azure sky close behind it; all she had to do was get around it.
Is this the end?
She saw Bai Feifei's figure. Although half of her body was covered in blood, she had been reborn and was no longer bound by hatred. She was alone like a demon, but she was no longer a ghost.
Bai Feifei stepped forward and firmly grasped Xie Huailing's arm. Seeing that Xie Huailing was only pale, she secretly rejoiced that she had returned in time and said, "Let's go, it's all over."
She let out a long breath: "While I was fighting with Chai Yuguan, I ran into Shen Lang and we killed him together. Shen Lang went to take care of his little lover, so everything is fine, don't worry."
Then she half-carried Xie Huailing out, bearing most of Xie Huailing's weight on her own. They walked around the now-dusty screen wall, and then the doorway appeared before them.
Then, the most unexpected person appeared before us.
Before seeing the distant horizon, Xie Huailing first saw Wang Lianhua.
The young man had changed into another outfit, so that his brilliance wouldn't be overshadowed by the molten gold and the sun. His stunningly handsome face wasn't smiling at this moment; instead, his lips were pursed, and he was holding a slender wooden box. A few strands of dust clung to him, and his hair was disheveled, dancing wildly in the spring breeze. He was about to explain why he had been so late and what he had been doing.
This moment felt like it had finally arrived. She stopped there, the golden glow of the setting sun a reflection of spring. Time must come to an end before a new day begins, and every story must come to a close.
No matter how it ends.
Xie Huailing learned all this when she discovered that Wang Yunmeng was unaware that she had taken Bai Feifei away.
There's only one possibility: Wang Lianhua lied to Wang Yunmeng. On such an important matter, on something so closely tied to Wang Yunmeng's plan, he lied to her; he let her and Bai Feifei go. This man, with whom she shared a deep-seated hatred, had harmed countless people and was by no means a kind soul. He didn't want her to die at Wang Yunmeng's hands.
Then why is that? And what could be the reason in the end?
The moonlit night in the dilapidated temple was still vivid in her mind; she couldn't help but think of his head buried in his lap, the half-lit, half-cold moonlight, his dirty face contorted with pain, and the moment her fingertips touched the dampness when she wiped him clean.
That was a tear.
That could also be a soul.
In the end, hatred becomes real, scheming becomes undeniable, and murderous intent remains ever-present. But fate is unpredictable, and feigned affection becomes genuine as well.
Everything, everything, has become real.
Who could have foreseen this? Xie Huailing rarely had a moment of stunned silence. The mirror reflected both her and Wang Lianhua at the same time. But who was in the mirror and who was outside? From then on, it would be impossible to know.
She stopped there, and Wang Lianhua looked at her, then back at the house engulfed in flames. He maintained his hurried pace, almost passing by her, before pausing briefly to look at her again.
A moment felt like ten thousand years, or had ten thousand years truly passed? He placed the wooden box in her arms, this time with the gentlest touch, and whispered, "This is what you wanted. Take it and go."
He seemed to be suppressing his emotions, yet he also hesitated and said, "The engagement is null and void. Don't come back."
They took those as his last words, yet it also seemed like their closest moment yet the most unforgettable one, a repetition of their initial encounter, their hearts drawing ever closer only to drift further apart. But the ending was also ill-timed; Wang Lianhua brushed past them and left.
It's not that a moment spans ten thousand years, but that this moment itself is ten thousand years. In these ten thousand years, there is no hatred; no one hates anyone anymore, and everyone is simply themselves. Xie Huailing raised her head.
He finally understood what he wanted: the rift between her and Wang Yunmeng had trapped him in the middle. No one was waiting for him; the life-or-death struggle, even if it ended with her dying at Wang Yunmeng's hands, would become an unbearable burden for him. The story, born of mutual resentment, had unexpectedly ended like this.
He decided to let her go, to let her live. A fleeting desire overcame everything; within her name, filled with resentment, there was another flower, another word—
But she couldn't say it, because there was something she absolutely had to say.
Ten thousand years have passed.
“Wang Yunmeng is dead,” Xie Huailing said.
The boy froze on the spot, unable to move another step. He was locked in place, the setting sun half-destroyed on the ground, its dying red glow spreading everywhere. This warm yet merciless spring day was about to end.
“I killed her,” Xie Huailing said.
She could have kept quiet about it, but it became her inevitability, and it was her final act of honesty with him. From the moment she took action against Wang Yunmeng, she vowed never to lie to him again.
Wang Lianhua turned around. He forced his body to turn around, his soul seemingly leaving his body, staring blankly at her back not far away.
There will never be a river again; the blood has flowed backward within his body, and blood is about to well up in his eyes. In the end, it's still hatred, and it will always be hatred. There will never be any change, and it will be forever. We should just get used to this.
He felt a sense of being overtaken, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it; he shouldn't say anything more to her, it would sound too much like an interrogation. He suddenly felt ashamed, but what was the point of questioning her? It was nothing but hatred, nothing more. People who scheme against each other have no right to stand on their own, and he shouldn't be grieving over her killing Wang Yunmeng.
Nothing but hatred existed, and from now on, nothing more is desired.
But things rarely go as planned; within his chest lay a bird, its head bruised and bleeding. Even his reason crumbled in an instant, and he could no longer control himself: "Xie Huailing!"
He called out her name.
He only realized he had called her name after he had spoken it.
Xie Huailing slowly turned her head, her eyes clear and bright as she looked back at him. This glance was destined.
She looked at him quietly, and he said nothing.
What else can I say? I shouldn't say anything. Should I tell her how I was mesmerized when I first saw her in the ancient tomb, and how I later wanted to tear her face off? Should I tell her how I thought countless times about how to get revenge on her and make her die when I looked at her, and how I now let her go as I deserved?
Should I tell her that he initially wanted to get close to her, but ended up hating her; that he initially loathed her, but in the end—
Wang Lianhua closed his lips.
That word doesn't exist, absolutely not.
But when the soul is empty, tears flow before words are spoken.
The last rays of sunlight on the horizon were about to disappear when Xie Huailing saw that tear again.
"Hate me." But there won't be another ten thousand years, she left for him.
The boy sneered, staggered back two steps, and a sliver of light fell to the ground. He then disappeared at the edge of the sea of fire.
Whether he went inside or went far away was no longer something she would know. Xie Huailing didn't look back and continued walking. Before her lay a resolute path, one she couldn't stop on, and a long river she had to throw herself into.
She felt no regret for all that she had lost, nor for all that she had never had, nor for all the decisions she had made.
Spring has finally come to an end.
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If we're talking about the key to rebellion, neither of the two things in the original work really suits you. The hero's background also dictates that a purely armed rebellion would be too turbulent and unsuitable. So I've constructed this kind of will.
This volume ends here. Ms. Xie is returning to Bianjing, and the story of Young Master Wang has also come to a close. As usual, I'll be giving away ten comments! [Thumbs up]
Below are my rambling thoughts about this volume, specifically about these two people in this chapter.
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Finishing this volume brought me a mix of emotions. The storyline of Young Master Wang was the first romantic subplot I decided on after completing the main outline. There were quite a few things on my mind when I wrote about him.
On the one hand, I have a lot to think about the story; on the other hand, as a volume that connects the past and the future, I hope that Ms. Xie can grow from this volume, or rather, I hope that she can have some complexity.
That's how this volume came about, and that's how this ending came about.
Mr. Wang is quite different from the other four male guests. Not only will his story be told in this episode, but he will also be the first person to make Ms. Xie face up to her "cold-heartedness," and her mindset in this regard will change from then on.
Of course she won't regret it; she has things she has to do, and that won't change.
As for Young Master Wang... actually, saying it out loud would lose that feeling. I think everyone should be able to vaguely sense what his thoughts, mentality, and situation were.
Many things are difficult to describe when I write, so I mostly use stream-of-consciousness writing.
As for what happens next, how will he think about it... The hatred has reached such a point that it seems there is only hatred left, but he will not kill her or seek revenge.
He might even be willing to die for her one day, but he would never admit to "love".
There will never be another "ten thousand years".
Just as I intended to express with the title of this volume, the spring breeze has no intention of showing pity; everything passes, everything begins again, and the cycle never stops.
In short, writing too much more would be counterproductive, so I'll just ramble on about these things.
The remaining romantic subplots should be in the side stories.
Back to Bianjing! Back to Bianjing! [Go for it!]
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