See my love
Chapter 46: Meet My Love
Peng Yu gathered his thoughts, feeling more distressed and sorry for his mother. "Father, love isn't a cage. You loved Mom, protected her, and admired her, all right. But you imprisoned her, making her hate you for the rest of her life, and wasting all her energy and spirit. Is this the situation you wanted to see?"
"How can I care so much when I'm entangled, Yu'er, don't get involved in our affairs anymore. Go to Yangzhou. After today, she probably won't want to look at you anymore."
"What about you?"
Peng Yu stood up excitedly and said angrily, "Father, you are wrong. You forced Mother to live, ruined her freedom, and tortured her life. As a son, of course I have to intervene."
Peng Zuoyan huffed, half-closed his eyelids, and asked, "You care? Can you care?"
"Even if I die, I will still take care of her. I can't do that now, but in five or ten years, I will grow up and save my mother."
"It's up to you." Peng Zuoyuan walked out of the prison door, threw down a military token casually, and replied to him indifferently.
Peng Zuoyuan still released Peng Yu. Yi Huan locked the gate of the courtyard, unwilling to see the father and son again. On the day Peng Yu left the house, he knelt at the gate of the courtyard for a long time, until sunset, but the door did not open.
Peng Yu went to Yangzhou and used the connections and money he had accumulated to expand his power and proclaim himself king.
The twenty-three-year-old young man has already begun to have the body shape of an adult man, combining the majesty of Peng Zuoyan and the gentleness of Yi Huan. He has high brow bones and just the right facial features. He is handsome and tall. Although his eyes are childish, they are more of a sign of fatigue.
It was Peng Zuoyan who took the initiative to find Peng Yu. Fifty-three-year-old Yi Huan was in poor health. If he rushed there now, he could spend more time with him in his last moments.
"I still hate you. Even though you gave me life, if I had a choice, I would rather I had never existed. I just hope that my mother and you have never had any intersection."
Peng Zuoyan had been working hard recently and felt a little cold. The charcoal burning in the carriage made his eyes red. "Do you hate your mother?"
Treat you as a chess piece and keep you in the game.
Peng Yu calmed down a bit, and said in a steady tone, "I have resented my mother, but I also feel more sorry for her."
Hearing him say this, Peng Zuoyang felt relieved.
"Yu'er, I'm very happy that you can treat your mother like this."
"I would rather my mother hated me, but she only saw me as a tool to kill you. You are pathetic, and so am I."
Peng Yu would rather Yi Huan hate him so much that he beats him up than be just a cold and emotionless tool of revenge.
After he finished speaking, Peng Yu suddenly glanced over, eager to ask, "You came here alone, aren't you afraid that I will arrest you and kill you?"
"Haha, even though you're on the rise, you don't have any of my subordinates in Yangzhou. How could I dare to come here without any preparation? Yu'er, you couldn't kill me before, and you can't kill me now either."
The fully grown man stood upright, Peng Yu holding a sword in one hand, looking extremely solemn.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside. Peng Yu looked at his obvious old age and said slowly, "Your Highness, you are old."
"Everyone will grow old, Yu'er, you are still young, you have to take good care of the future."
"Your Majesty, I have sworn a solemn oath that I will never bear children. This bloodline will not continue. It ends with me."
The one who commits robbery and plunder is a human being, so what does it have to do with blood relationship?
Peng Zuoyuan didn't care much about family affection, so he just let him go.
But on the way back, he couldn't help feeling sad. Home was no longer home, and people were no longer people. But the bitter fruit had been reaped, and he still couldn't bear to let go.
The weather in late autumn is bleak. If the owner arranges the yard carefully, he can plant one or two pomegranate or persimmon trees in the yard, with red fruits hanging on the green branches. The clean yard is tidy and clever, the children of the owner and the neighbors run around like crazy, and the host and hostess come back from work to cook and do housework together. It is ordinary, but also warm.
Yi Huan has longed for such a life for decades, but the reality is that he lives a lonely and desolate life every day.
Beneath the frail body is a wounded heart that has long been rotten.
Every day, she is waiting for death, wishing day and night, she waits for the day of liberation to come.
Easy Ring.
A call crushed by the wind reached his ears. Yi Huan slowly raised the corners of his lips and thought to himself that he was dreaming again.
"Yi Huan, you heard it right."
"Who are you?"
A breeze came first, blowing away the loose hair by my ears. A shadow floated in front of me, with a dark skirt that dragged on the ground covering my legs. I floated over the pebbles but there was no sound of footsteps.
There was no facial feature on the well-defined face, but he didn't look scary. His black hair was flowing and his whole body was glowing.
"Am I going to die? Is the Grim Reaper coming to take me?"
"Ha. I'm not the god of death. I'm here under guidance. You can call me Wei, and I know everything about you."
Yi Huan understood its origins and sensed its intentions, so he asked, "Can you kill it?"
Without saying a word, he apologized, "I'm sorry, I don't have that ability."
It is just a thought, its actions are limited, it has no heart or soul, and it cannot do things like killing people or whipping corpses.
Yi Huan nodded without disappointment, and asked with a floating Qi thread: "Am I dying soon? I can feel it."
"Yes, so I came to pick you up."
"That's great. Thank you."
There was no movement, no sound, and no emotion. "You still have time. Where do you want to go? I can take you there."
"Anywhere is fine." Yi Huan followed this thought and denied the previous statement, "No, that won't work either. I need wind, trees, water, and freedom."
After being imprisoned for a lifetime, Yi Huan wanted to fight for some freedom.
Wei didn't do anything, but Yi Huan felt her nod.
"Can."
Yi Huan smiled faintly, his eyes glimmering with life, but it was only a fleeting glimmer of life. Suddenly, he felt tired and said, "Forget it. I don't want to go anywhere else. Let me wait here quietly for the last moments before my death."
"What do you wish for?"
If I were to say who is the hardest to give up in this life, it would be that name.
"If possible, I want to see Chao Lanyu again."
"Can."
Yi Huan stood up slightly, becoming interested, and asked, "Are we going to the underworld to meet? Has Ah Yu not been reincarnated yet? Is he waiting for me?"
"No, he's still alive."
Yi Huan stood up in shock and asked anxiously: "He is still alive? Where is he? Why didn't he come to find me? Why didn't I know?"
"He is in Yu Dynasty. I can take you to see him."
When Wei's fingertips lightly tapped, Yi Huan felt uncontrollably relaxed and comfortable all over. His heart moved with his body, and he stood beside Wei.
The courtyard door was pushed open, and Peng Zuoyao, holding a sword, stood at the front and stared at them, asking, "Who are you?"
"I'll take her away."
"Yi Huan belongs to this king. No one can take her away."
Still cold, she continued walking, leaving behind a single sentence: "Arrogant." Her tone was emotionless, like the narration of a bystander. They shared a similar temperament and the same dislike. Even though he couldn't see her eyes clearly, Peng Zuoyan felt that she loathed him.
Peng Zuoyuan drew his sword and pointed it at someone, shouting, "Come here! Kill the thief and protect my lady."
Both of them were pointed at by swords, but they did not stand in front to protect themselves. They did not take it seriously at all, and these sharp weapons could not move them.
"Are you from the same place?"
"So what if you guessed it? She doesn't belong to you. She only belongs to herself."
Peng Zuoyan retorted excitedly, "You were the one who gave up on her. She was left here, so what's wrong with me giving her shelter?"
"Shelter shouldn't be for someone like you." Wei didn't want to argue any more, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard with Yi Huan as if nothing happened. The surrounding siege seemed to be paused, and his eyes were frozen in place.
Peng Zuoyang chased after him with a sword in hand, raising it to kill.
"You can't hurt me, and I can't do anything to you. I just want to take her away."
Peng Zuoyan watched her walk further and further away, unable to do anything to stop her.
Without turning around, he calmly cursed, "Lord Peng, I wish you a life of illness, a son who disrespects his father, a father who does not love his son, a family that falls apart, betrayal and condemnation, and a death that is more than you deserve."
"You will experience everything you forced upon Yi Huan again. You will not die. I will not let you die."
Peng Zuoyan didn't care about his future. Veins bulged as if to break through the barrier. With red eyes, he pleaded, "Give her back to me, please? Give her back to me, I'm willing to endure this. Give her to me, I'll go to hell, give her back to me."
"If you hadn't fallen in love with her, her fate would have been even worse. If I pity you, who would pity Yi Huan?"
"No, Ah Huan, Ah Huan, don't go!"
Yi Huan turned his back when he was called, without even the thought of looking back to take one last look at him.
"Ah Huan, can you please look back at me? Ah Huan, please look back, please stay!"
Noticing that she was a little depressed, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I wonder what Ah Yu looks like now. I've gotten older too. I wonder if he would still recognize me."
The youthful greenness of his youth appeared before her eyes. Yi Huan imagined many things about how he would look when he got older, either kind or relieved, but they were always far from the real him. After not seeing him for decades, her memories of him became vague and sparse.
Next to the dilapidated stable is a thatched hut, low and gray, with a rotten wooden railing surrounding a small courtyard. You can vaguely see traces of human life.
"Is this where he lives?"
"After falling off a cliff, he was rescued by an innkeeper and became a groom. From then on, he served as a servant for the family, feeding their horses."
As you were speaking, your old and slow figure came towards you, with your gray hair tied up, frizzy and rough, wearing a thin coarse cloth and straw sandals with exposed feet.
Yi Huan followed his back and walked in, wanting to see more clearly.
Chao Lanyu turned his back to them, walked into the house in the dark, took out a cold steamed bun from the table, chewed it mechanically, and lit a dim lamp. In the light that could rival the moonlight, Yi Huan was able to see the whole appearance of the person in front of him.
The hunched, dirty, unrecognizable, old and disabled people who should have died long ago are still lingering on and have lived like this for decades.
Yi Huan couldn't believe that this was actually Chao Lanyu. In her memory, he was proud and confident, with stars twinkling in his curved eyebrows and upturned lips that always spoke words that made her smile and feel warm.
After just one meeting, Yi Huan knew that Chao Lanyu had been avoiding her for all these years. There was a reason for it, and she didn't blame him.
The arm that wanted to move forward was stopped by someone, who warned him: "Yi Huan, if a dying man touches him, he will not live long."
Yi Huan was silent for a while, sniffed, looked up in the direction of the figure, and spoke in a firm tone.
"He won't blame me. I went to save him."
"Ayu."
Chao Lanyu stopped swallowing suddenly. There was no way he had heard it wrong. The familiar shouting penetrated time and memory and was heard by him again. It was different from what he had imagined in his dream. It was familiar and nostalgic.
"Chao Lanyu."
Yi Huan walked over to him and sat down, angrily scolding him, "You are such a good fellow, Chao Lanyu. You have been hiding here all your life and taking a break. You didn't come to me even though you were alive. Have you had enough of being a groom? Do you think you enjoy feeding and washing horses? You are a treacherous liar."
Chao Lanyu looked at her greedily. God was kind to him, and he could see again the girl whom he missed every night.
She was still fine, but her eyes were very red now and her nose looked like she had been crying. Although she was dressed nicely, she looked very weak, like a lonely soul hanging on to its last breath. She had grown old, and he must be older than her.
"It's great, Ah Huan, I see you again."
Chao Lanyu called out that name skillfully, but then thought of his old age and dodged her gaze.
Yi Huan was suddenly overwhelmed with heartache and couldn't help shedding tears. He said, "Forget it, forget it."
"Ayu, why didn't you come to see me? If I knew you were not dead, I would definitely be looking forward to it and would want to be with you every moment."
Chao Lanyu smiled bitterly, spread his hands and confessed, "Ah Huan, after falling off the cliff, I have a limp in one leg and my face is disfigured. I'm not afraid of being killed by him if I confront him, but I don't know how to face you because I look so pitiful and have an illness."
So I would rather that was the last time we saw each other in this life.
The reluctance and longing in his eyes could not be faked, so Yi Huan lost his temper and felt even more soft-hearted and distressed.
"Ayu, if you don't come to me, it will be the same if I come to you."
Chao Lanyu stretched out his hand tremblingly, and when their fingertips touched, he apologized sincerely: "Ah Huan, I'm sorry. You and I couldn't be together when I was insignificant. And because of my low self-esteem, we missed each other. It's my incompetence."
"Let's not talk about this anymore,"
Yi Huan told him frankly, listening to his answer with some certainty, "If your death is accelerated because of me meeting you, do you regret it?"
"No regrets. Then let's die together." Chao Lanyu smiled slowly and said calmly and seriously: "You die, and I will die for love."
After a few seconds of silence, Yi Huan suddenly said, "Ayu, I'm very happy to die with you."
"Let's live our lives again together."
Yi Huan curled her lips and nodded with tears in her eyes.
Chao Lanyu stood up and searched for something. Wei stood at the door and reminded her: "He is looking for a knife. He wants to commit suicide."
"Ashu, come with me, we will go together."
The blunt knife had just been sharpened and placed on the dark table with a rotten corner. Yi Huan looked at it and asked, "Ah Yu, do you hate me?"
"I never hate you. I only hate my own incompetence and his power."
What I always hate is my own incompetence.
"You should hate me the most because I indirectly caused you to become like this."
Chao Lanyu patted the back of her hand and said comfortingly, "Ah Huan, neither of us knew our ending would be like this. I won't hate you. Besides, hatred is useless. It can't reverse time, nor can it undo everything you and I have experienced."
"I knew it. Before I met you, I chose for you that you would trade the rest of your life for a chance to meet me. I guessed right."
Chao Lanyu smiled at her and said reminiscingly, "Ah Huan, you understand me just as well as before."
In the past, Chao Lanyu was afraid that Yi Huan didn't love him. Later, Chao Lanyu was most afraid that Yi Huan still loved him. It was because he knew that Yi Huan would not despise him that he was timid because he had nothing and was disfigured and disabled.
"Ah Huan, will you get better now that my soul is with you?"
Yi Huan smiled sweetly and answered affirmatively: "Of course, I believe you."
"Okay, I'll always be with you."
We let go of the short time we spent together and the separation for most of our lives, and made an agreement on a hopeless next life.
Everyone knows that there is unrest in the backyard of the Prince Regent's Palace. The Prince Regent Peng Zuoyang has been entangled for most of his life, loving and hating the same crazy woman for his entire life.
No one knew where they went. All they knew was that Prince Peng had lost his power, the State of Yu was attacked by many other countries, and the border general Peng Yu disappeared with his troops, and reappeared in the enemy country.
Dayu ceded land in exchange for peace, but Peng Yu only wanted the life of the regent. Peng Zuogong was pulled down, his subordinates were killed one after another, his power was disintegrated and eroded, and the Peng Mansion was deserted. A generation of powerful officials ended in such a scattered way, which is really a pity.
The snow in front of the palace fell and melted again and again. The once famous Regent's Palace was now full of beggars. After it was left idle, a fearless beggar dared to stay overnight to shelter from the wind, attracting more homeless people.
From among the dirty and chaotic crowd, the aroma of freshly steamed buns wafted through the air, gradually waking up many beggars.
The man in the black robe struggled to his feet, holding up a worn, blackened portrait and asking over and over again, "Have you seen Ah Huan? She looks like this. Do you know where she went?"
“No.”
Peng Zuoyan seemed to have heard it, turned around slowly, and asked the next person.
Whether it was people or scenery, they were all the objects of his inquiry.
"Be quiet, idiot, and stop howling."
He was still asking, immersed in his own world, his gray eyes listless, disabled and dirty, acting like a madman.
"Are you new here? This is our famous crazy beggar. He brings that precious broken portrait around every day and asks questions. Just treat him as a fool."
The man was in a rage. He grabbed Peng Zuoyuan by the back of his collar and threw him to the ground, cursing, "It's that idiot again! Since you care so much about this portrait, I'm going to tear it up for you today."
"Have you seen Ah Huan? She looks like this, have you seen her?"
"Damn it, I'm going to beat you to death."
Punches and kicks came down one after another. Peng Zuoyan tightly protected the portrait in his arms, muttering, "Ahuan didn't leave me, I'm not a lunatic, Ahuan, be good, wait for me, I will find you soon, wait for me."
After saying this, he suddenly started coughing. Afraid of staining the portrait, he covered it with his clothes, and then he crawled on the ground, looking even more miserable than the beggar next to him.
After being severely beaten, he still had a breath left.
The snow of late winter drifted onto his bloody face. He was too weak to move. He held the scroll tightly in both hands. His eyes, which were covered with blood, opened with difficulty and he murmured something silently.
Ah Huan, my wife, Ah Huan, where are you?
The heavy snow covered the man's weak questions and his curled up and dirty body.
A person taking shelter from the snow under the eaves, wrapped in rags, curiously poked his head out and asked, "He's dead, right?"
"It's better to die. Death brings peace."
In the intensive care unit, mothers who have just given birth are observed for a period of time to ensure that they are all fine before being transferred to the nursing unit.
Xiang Cheng was waiting outside. Xiao Chao looked around curiously. "Mom, is that the little sister? The little sister I want?"
"The nurse said it's a younger sister. Xiao Chao, run slower. The younger sister can't run away."
In the crib, a little head popped out from the side. Xiao Chao, who was five years older than her, looked at it curiously and happily, calling "sister" softly.
Xiang Cheng sat on the bed, looked at his friend and said, "Xiaoya, look at your little girl, she's so cute and beautiful."
"You've worked hard."
He Ya's face was still a little pale, and when she glanced sideways, her expression was full of tenderness and care. "I can't believe I gave birth to a human being."
"you're good."
He Ya glanced at the fair and tender Xiao Chao and said with feeling, "I hope she can be as well-behaved as Xiao Chao. Whether she is naughty or well-behaved, I will be very happy."
As parents, we feel happy when we personally accompany our children to grow up. This kind of family love is indescribable. It is a bond beyond blood ties and also the warmth of the human heart.
"You'll teach him a lesson. I ran into your husband downstairs. Was he excited or was he just a fool? He still had his work badge around his neck and his delivery bag. Who would bring that to work?"
He Yalu smiled and said with the same anticipation: "I'm really looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to the day when our child is born."
After today, their little home will welcome a little master, and their lives will gradually become complete. Like many happy families, they will live a short and warm time.
"Godmother, my sister has opened her eyes. When will she call me brother?"
"Mom, my sister is blowing bubbles."
Sunlight streamed in through the delivery room window, illuminating everyone's smiling faces. Xiang Cheng allowed the man who had hurried over to squeeze past her so she could get the best visiting position. The phone in her bag kept ringing with messages, from the daily chats with her family member.
In my ears was the slow voices of the couple talking, and Xiao Chao's startled voice as he was concerned about his sister.
A good friend gives birth safely, a happy family, and a peaceful and stable country. Such a world is the kind of life that will make you smile whenever you think about it.
It is the bright spring of all things, and it is also a new beginning in the life of Yi Huan and Chao Lanyu.
————Saturday, October 18, 2025
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