Chapter 44 Not Good Enough for Me
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.
Guan Zhiwei is quite something. She not only beats up people who smile at her, but also people who cry at her. She doesn't care if you're ugly or beautiful, young or old, male or female.
Gao Huan's expression turned cold. He turned his head away from her and questioned, "Do you want to go home or not?"
"Of course I want to, I dream about it all the time," Guan Zhiwei murmured.
"I carefully consulted the books. In the 'In Search of the Supernatural' section on Wang Daoping, there is a story about a man who had been away in the army for many years. His wife was forced to remarry and died of grief. When the man returned, he wept at her grave, which moved the gods. The woman was resurrected, and the two finally became husband and wife. Putting aside the love story, almost all of these stories involve the concept of reincarnation. That is to say, a person's body and soul are separate. The soul leaves the body and should go to the underworld, but for some unknown reason, it wanders to the human world. This is a matter of the spirits and evil. If one wants to dispel the evil spirits, then nothing is more effective than the aura of a human emperor."
"Do you think I'm a fool? You're just trying to trick me into seeing the emperor, aren't you?"
Guan Zhiwei was not about to fall for such a trick and scoffed, "Back when I was a concubine, I slept with the emperor. What good is that?"
Gao Huan countered with a retort: "Emperors are not all the same. Your emperor favors a vixen, what kind of good emperor can he be?"
She rolled her eyes: "You, the little emperor, have had several waves of powerful ministers under your command, so how good are you?"
...That's the truth.
Seeing that she wouldn't listen to reason, Gao Huan could only resort to reverse psychology, "Do you want to go home? You're not even willing to try this little thing, when are you ever going to go home! I doubt your sincerity!"
"I even doubted you had a heart. Open up your chest cavity and let me take a look."
"Your knife was inside me; you meant it."
Gao Huan clutched his chest and said sincerely, "If it were me, I would try even if there was only the slightest possibility, because that's what sincerity is."
Guan Zhiwei clicked her tongue, then jumped off the couch with a somersault. "Then let's go see him and see if this little emperor, who can't even protect himself, can help me."
Gao Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
Guan Zhiwei suddenly looked at him and said, "If the little emperor doesn't work, I'll kill him."
Gao Huan: "..." On the bright side, at least she's not trying to kill me.
In the end, Guan Zhiwei didn't do that because she never even saw the young emperor.
The people of Yan were skilled with horses and moved with incredible speed, slaughtering their way through the land, leaving no survivors in their wake. Such ruthless and inhumane methods still terrified the nobles.
Under the pretext of protecting His Majesty, they escorted the young emperor out of the imperial city and headed south, where he temporarily stayed at a palace in Nanshan.
Using a city and several towns and villages as defenses, once the Yan people are all killed, they might just go back.
As for the remaining civilians in the city, those who can run should try to run, and those who can't, well, that's their fate.
Escaping is incredibly difficult. They need to eat to move, they have to take their belongings, they don't know where to go, and they don't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Their most valuable possession is their life, but it also seems like it isn't that valuable.
Guan Zhiwei wandered around the city, finding only desolation. The former prosperity was gone; she couldn't even find a flower vendor. She had promised Yao Daya to buy her a copper hairpin, but she hadn't kept her promise to this day.
"Revisiting familiar places is really unpleasant." Guan Zhiwei shook her head: "Let's go."
"We can't leave."
“We came to see the emperor, but he has already left.” Guan Zhiwei’s tone was somewhat dangerous.
Gao Huan forced a smile and said, "But the Yan people are coming. Only you can repel them. If you can repel them, we can return home in glory."
From the beginning, his purpose was not to meet the young emperor, but to trick Guan Zhiwei into coming here to deal with the Yan people.
She suddenly smiled, her tone cool: "Gao Huan, do you think you're so smart?"
Gao Huan added leverage to his persuasion: "This is also for the sake of Gouya, Feng Niangzi, and the others. In times of chaos, you can protect them for a while, but not forever. Only by ending the war and protecting this land can the people on it grow healthily."
"I've told you before, I'm living in this world, and I'm bound to do some things along the way."
She didn't care about their lives or their future; she was just doing it as a side effect.
Her tone wasn't harsh; rather, it was light and airy, sounding frivolous because it lacked weight.
In the dead of winter, her words chilled everyone to the bone.
"Will this convince you?"
Gao Huan made up his mind, squatted down, and wrote the numbers 100, 99, 98, etc. in the dust with his finger.
These numbers don't belong to this era, so how did he know them?
The long-lost connection with that world stirred her heart. Her hands trembled, her eyes glued to the screen. Gao Huan stopped writing after reaching chapter 93.
Her trembling heart seemed to slowly return to normal. Gazing at his face, she asked, "Are you a time traveler? A possessor?"
Gao Huan had an inscrutable expression, making it difficult to discern anything from his face.
He said with a confident tone, "If you take action and drive back the Yan people, I will tell you."
Guan Zhiwei squinted slightly, her fingertips landing on his neck and jaw. Her icy fingertips had no warmth, like a knife silently scraping his bones.
“I can also hang you up and torture you over and over again. You are immortal, so you won’t even get the quick death. Of the ten most cruel tortures, there’s bound to be one that will make you open your mouth.”
Gao Huan felt a chill run down his spine, but he could only grit his teeth and continue, "You wouldn't do that."
"reason?"
"Because you are kind-hearted, compassionate, gentle, and generous." Gao Huan's tongue went numb as he said this. He felt that these words had nothing to do with Guan Zhiwei. He was just shamelessly saying it.
Guan Zhiwei fell into deep thought after hearing this, touched her chin, and hissed, "How do you know me so well?"
Gao Huan no longer cared about saving face.
"You are kind-hearted, compassionate, charitable, warm-hearted, helpful, and of noble character. You are the kindest woman I have ever met."
Guan Zhiwei looked at him warily: "Don't fall in love with me. I only see you as a friend."
Gao Huan: "..."
Am I crazy? I like you?
He nodded obediently: "I know I'm not good enough for you."
Guan Zhiwei comforted her, "Don't be too sad. There are plenty of men who are not good enough for me."
"..."
Gao Huan said with difficulty, "Thank you for comforting me. I feel much better now."
My stomach is just a little uncomfortable, it's cramping and painful.
He didn't dare say it, for fear that Guan Zhiwei would "comfort" him again.
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