Chapter 48 Chapter 48 She told him to get out!
The torrential rain sounded like a thick curtain, isolating the entire house from the outside world.
The candlelight flickered uneasily, casting turbulent shadows on the wall.
The shadow twisted, expanded, and collapsed with the firelight, just like the fragile, taut string between the two.
In the long, deathly silence, Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously.
"You...you know?"
The sound was as soft as a sigh, and it was torn apart by the wind and rain outside the window as soon as it was uttered.
"yes."
Mingwu looked up at him.
Those almond-shaped eyes that were once filled with his love are now only cold.
Lu Yuan's breathing stopped abruptly, and a dull, aching pain shot through his chest.
"That Gu..." He opened his mouth, but the rest of the explanation got stuck in his throat.
He knew the poison wasn't fatal, and he instructed the imperial physician to keep a close eye on her pulse and pulse.
But he did indeed plant the Gu poison himself.
This is an undeniable fact.
"I know."
Mingwu's voice suddenly rang out, eerily calm.
"The Prime Minister married me only because my body was just right to nurture the Gu poison and save your Miss Qi."
"Now that she's fully recovered, why is the Prime Minister still keeping this medicinal ingredient? Could it be..."
She chuckled softly.
"Did the Gu worm develop feelings for him, making the Prime Minister... unable to part with it?"
"It's not for her!"
Lu Yuan suddenly looked up.
He took a step forward, his dark robe knocking over the candlestick beside him.
With a jarring crash of bronze objects hitting the ground, darkness instantly engulfed half the room, with only the occasional flash of lightning outside the window illuminating his violently contracting pupils.
"Initially, it was indeed to save her."
Although Mingwu already knew the truth, hearing him say it with her own ears still caused a sudden pain in her heart.
She couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
Seeing the sudden pain in her eyes, Lu Yuan's voice grew even more strained: "But later..."
When was "later"?
Was it when she embroidered a sachet for him under the lamp late at night? Was it when she silently waited outside his door when he fell ill? Or was it when she only secretly shed tears when no one was around, even when she was wronged?
He couldn't remember.
He only remembered that, from some point onward, his concern for her safety and attention to her moods were no longer based on considerations of the "medicinal ingredient."
"Later..." he met her cold gaze and confessed in a hoarse voice, "it was because I didn't want you to leave."
Therefore, on the eve of battle, he replaced the Li Gu with the Yuan Gu, and planted the mother Gu into his own heart meridian.
He just wanted to keep her forever within his reach.
He never regretted planting that curse.
On the contrary, he was very glad that he had made a mistake at the time and replaced the Li Gu with this Yuan Gu. He was just annoyed that his momentary carelessness had allowed her to know too much.
Zen Master Shanhui...
Has he been too kind for too long, to the point that even the old monk dared to interfere in his family affairs?
A flash of murderous intent appeared in Lu Yuan's dark eyes.
Mingwu, once filled with love, regarded everything about Lu Yuan as the ultimate truth.
She pondered every subtle change in his expression and every soft rustle of his clothes.
Over time.
She could tell from his expressionless face whether he was happy or unhappy; she could tell from his steady footsteps whether he was relaxed or burdened.
Even though her heart was dead at that moment, this instinct still allowed her to keenly perceive the change in his emotions in that instant.
Mingwu suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded particularly desolate and jarring amidst the sound of rain.
She raised her eyes and glared at him.
"Does the Prime Minister believe that the person standing here is still the same Ming Wu from back then?"
"Foolishly, just to get you to turn around and look at me. Do you think that all it takes is to say one sweet word?"
"Would I immediately forget all the hurt and rush into your arms?"
"Lu Yuan, stop with your hypocritical act. Your words..."
A cold smile curved his lips.
"It just makes me feel disgusted."
"Now, either kill me or get out!"
The moment the words fell, a pale white lightning bolt tore through the sky, draining the last trace of color from Lu Yuan's face.
"Kill you?"
He murmured those three words repeatedly.
That familiar spasm in my chest came back again, more intense than ever before.
He staggered forward half a step, the hem of his dark sleeves brushing against the overturned candlestick, staining it with murky wax tears.
"If I could make the move..."
How did things turn out like this?
Reason told him that uncontrollable people should be eliminated as soon as possible. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, only thinking that she might leave him.
A single thought could cut his heart to pieces.
Another thunderclap boomed, making the window frames vibrate.
Lu Yuan wanted to step forward, to hold her hand, and to tell her about his feelings for her.
But seeing the undisguised disgust in her eyes, she said, "Disgusting."
Lu Yuan's tall frame swayed slightly as he braced himself on the table.
In the end, he was unable to do anything.
"……good."
A single, difficult syllable finally escaped his throat.
He turned around, his dark figure staggering into the torrential rain outside the door, like a lonely soul swallowed by the night.
He didn't turn around, nor did he dare to.
I'm afraid that if I look at it even once more, my carefully maintained rationality will completely collapse.
Mingwu stood frozen in place, listening to the footsteps gradually fade into the distance, eventually being swallowed up by the torrential rain.
She slowly raised her hand and placed it on her chest.
There, where he once brought joy and pain, now only deathly silence remains.
It turns out that the greatest sorrow is a broken heart; this is indeed true.
The candlelight flickered in the wind, casting her long, thin shadow, a solitary figure against the cold wall.
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The next day, the rain was still drizzling.
Chunnan held a peeled hard-boiled egg and gently rolled it under the dark circles under Mingwu's eyes. The warm touch slightly dispelled the fatigue of a sleepless night.
But it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.
suspended animation……
These two words left by the Zen master.
Was it a reminder to her to feign death and escape unscathed?
But the Gu poison is like a leech clinging to a bone; as long as it remains unresolved, even if she manages to escape, she won't be able to leave Lin'an City. She will eventually be caught and brought back.
At that time, what awaits her is probably a prison cell where she will never see the light of day again.
Mingwu shivered coldly and pounded her throbbing head.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.
Since the Zen master said that, there must be a reason for it.
The question is, how can I fake my death and escape?
We need to plan this carefully.
As she pondered deeply, Chunnan carefully spoke softly, "Madam, last night the Prime Minister..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mingwu looked up and glanced at her.
The coldness in his eyes made Chun Nan's words catch in her throat.
"Chunnan, from now on, never mention this person again."
Mingwu's voice was calm and even, as if he were just an insignificant person.
After last night, the last shred of pretense of affection between them has been torn away. Knowing his nature, he certainly won't ask her any more questions.
This is her chance.
Actually, she was somewhat scared after acting impulsively last night.
She knew very well what kind of person Lu Yuan was.
Back then, he slaughtered so many that the city of Lin'an was covered in blood, and the water in the moat did not fade for half a month.
He sat there atop the city wall, with mountains of corpses piled at his feet. He played chess against himself, his robes spotless.
Even now, just thinking about that scene sends chills down my spine.
She actually dared to say "disgusting" to someone like that and tell him to "get out."
But amidst the lingering fear, a sense of pleasure, which surprised even myself, welled up inside me.
It's like someone who has been chained up for years finally mustering the courage to kick the shackles hard.
The rain stopped in the afternoon.
Looking out the window, a newly formed rainbow arches across the rooftop.
The colors were as pale as paint that had been diluted by water under an artist's brush, hazily adorning the lingering rain clouds.
"Madam, the Princess has arrived."
Mingwu turned her head and saw Song Yuxuan gently lifting the curtain to come in.
Her pale yellow gauze dress seemed a bit too big, and the butterfly pattern embroidered on the hem drooped its wings in the dim light streaming in through the window.
Instead of its usual liveliness, it appeared listless.
"Cousin-in-law".
She called out softly, her voice filled with indescribable weariness, and silently sat down in the chair by the window.
This quiet demeanor was completely different from the princess I remembered, who always walked with a brisk pace and filled the hall with laughter.
Mingwu's heart tightened slightly. She got up, walked over and sat down beside her, gently taking her cold hand in hers.
"Yuxuan, what's wrong?"
Song Yuxuan forced a smile, but it quickly faded as soon as she raised her lips.
"I'm fine."
Mingwu frowned.
This doesn't look like anything's wrong at all. It's obvious that even pretending to laugh is beyond her ability.
Just as she was about to ask more questions, she saw a tear fall straight onto the back of her hand, scalding hot.
"Yuxuan..."
Mingwu panicked and hurriedly used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
She had never seen Song Yuxuan look like this before.
Suddenly, Song Yuxuan threw herself into her arms, and her suppressed sobs could no longer be contained.
"Sister-in-law, I still can't forget him, what should I do?"
Warm tears quickly soaked through her clothes.
Mingwu was taken aback at first, then remembered what Chunnan had said: Lu Cang had been sent to the border town by Lu Yuan because he had secretly helped her escape.
A heavy sense of guilt washed over me.
It felt like a huge boulder was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
She put her arms around Song Yuxuan's trembling shoulders and gently stroked her back.
"Yuxuan, I'm sorry."
Song Yuxuan shook her head, wiped away her tears, and straightened up.
"Sister-in-law, this has nothing to do with you. He never gave me any illusions; all his feelings were just wishful thinking on my part."
She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
He said his heart already belonged to someone else, and there was no room for anyone else.
Mingwu lowered her eyes and remained silent.
Long eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes.
If she still can't understand Lu Cang's feelings for her by now, then she would be too foolish.
But her heart was already riddled with holes, leaving no room to support another deep affection.
I just hope he can get over this soon and cherish the people around him.
"Oh, right."
As if suddenly remembering something, Song Yuxuan took out a letter sealed with wax from her sleeve.
"I've come today because I have something to give to my cousin-in-law."
As she handed over the letter, she silently mouthed two words: "Brother."
Song Yan?
Mingwu's heart stirred slightly, but she showed no sign of it on her face.
Since their parting at the Prince's mansion, the two had never crossed paths again. The household registration document he had risked his life to obtain for her was snatched away by that scoundrel Lu Yuan.
Could this be a new household registration document for women?
Mingwu suppressed her suspicions, took the letter, and naturally tucked it into her sleeve.
After a few more intimate words, Song Yuxuan got up to say goodbye.
Once the pale yellow figure disappeared at the courtyard gate, Mingwu immediately turned around, bolted the door, and quickly walked into the inner room.
Lower the bed curtains to create a secluded space.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips trembling slightly. She took a deep breath and unfolded the letter.
The letter was very short, containing only a few words.
The first half is the method for dispelling the curse, written by the Zen master himself; the second half is in the handwriting of Song Yan.
He said he would do everything in his power to help her get out of this mess.
They also agreed on a method of contact.
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