Chapter 49
Congrong squatted down and watched them leave. As she was thinking, a figure ran towards her. Congrong looked at him in confusion.
Kong Fusheng took out a purse and handed it to her: "This is for registration. My master gave me one when I traveled. I'm giving it to you."
Congrong looked at the purse and frowned: "Why are you giving it to me?"
Kong Fusheng's hand paused in mid-air, and he stammered, "It's not very appropriate for you to be here alone—"
Before he could finish speaking, Cong Rong interrupted him, "That kiss from Kong Fusheng that night really meant nothing to me. You don't need to do these things for me. I'm serious." She pushed the purse back to him, speaking to him calmly. For the first time, Kong Fusheng was stunned. He gripped the purse and pursed his lips tightly.
Cong Rong thought he understood, so she said, "Let's go." Kong Fusheng stretched out his arm and stuffed the purse into her arms, a slight smile playing on his lips: "This is the first time I've heard you speak to me like this."
"You should keep it. I'll feel guilty if you don't." A look of surprise and joy flashed across Kong Fusheng's eyes.
Cong Rong had a headache. How could someone be so stubborn? She turned away, unwilling to look at him again.
Kong Fusheng walked further and further away. Cong Rong suddenly looked down at the purse in her hand. Her fingertips were calloused, and the smooth fabric felt nice to the touch, as if a trace of his passion still remained.
Cong Rong's expression changed slightly. She put the purse into her bosom. Her life belonged to the princess. Whether she lived or died, she would never have the chance to fall in love.
The mountain road was full of potholes, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it were about to rain. Zhou Xiuqi looked up at the sky and said, "It's going to rain."
Before it rained, the air felt thick with moisture, and I felt completely drained.
Kong Fusheng, supporting his back, said, "Senior Zhou, it's getting dark soon. If we don't reach the mountain by then, it will be even more dangerous around here."
Zhou Xiuqi replied, "I'm not going up the mountain."
Kong Fusheng was bewildered: "Huh?"
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky with a deafening roar, illuminating the backs of two people ahead.
Both of them turned to look at him, half of his face hidden in the darkness, his slender fingers gripping the hilt of his sword, his face expressionless for a moment.
Kong Fusheng's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back.
Zhou Xiuqi wasn't looking at him, but rather through his body, looking behind him. Realizing this, Kong Fusheng stiffly turned around.
He met the gaze of the person before him, a strange smile playing on his lips, and said, "Long time no see, you two benefactors."
Rumble rumble—
Thunder rumbled—
In Lin'an, a carriage stopped at the palace gate. A Qingxin Bell was hanging from it. A pale, bony hand lifted the curtain, revealing a sickly face. When he stepped out, his white hair was draped over his shoulders and billowed in the wind.
The servant helped him down from the carriage. As soon as he stepped off, an old man approached him: "Your Excellency, Imperial Advisor, please go and see His Majesty! He is on his deathbed!"
Junan opened her slightly closed eyes. Her purple pupils were crystal clear, like a purple gemstone, flashing with light for a moment before dimming again.
“He won’t die.” Junan reassured him without any emotion. He felt a cool sensation on his nose, reached out to touch it, and coughed twice. “The source of everything is flowing again.” No one understood his words, and Junan’s servant hurriedly followed.
As he approached the palace gate, a heavy rain began to fall outside. The old man concealed his surprise. It was rumored that the Imperial Advisor could foresee everything, and it turned out to be true. He could even know when it would rain. No wonder His Majesty didn't consult the Imperial Physician at a time like this, but instead sought him out.
He looked up and was caught off guard by his gaze. Those eyes seemed to see right through him, and a chilling feeling swept down his spine.
Junan quickly looked away, lowered his eyes and walked forward. The old man dared not let his mind wander any further and carefully led the way for him.
A cool drizzle fell, scattering haphazardly against the windowpane. Congrong shielded her eyes with her hand; since arriving in this place, she had never seen rain, only sunny, clear days. Something was amiss. Congrong drew her sword and stood up straight, waiting.
The sound of raindrops pattering filled the air. Cong Rong caught a glimpse of a sword coming straight at her throat, but she narrowly dodged it.
Seeing the familiar face, he gripped his sword, blood dripping from beneath his straw hat, and slowly said, "Get out of the way, or I'll spare your life."
Cong Rong looked somewhat surprised, but she didn't like to waste words. She raised her sword and thrust it forward. The man was extremely skilled and nimbly dodged her moves. When the two swords clashed, Cong Rong was violently knocked away by him.
She slammed into the door with a thud, her back instantly going numb. She gritted her teeth and thrust her sword at it again.
This time, his sword pierced his abdomen at a tricky angle, and he laughed excitedly.
The next second, a wooden sword forcefully knocked her away, and raindrops streamed down her pale cheeks. Unable to open her eyes, she could only squint: "Shou Changyue?"
At this sound, the people on the ground trembled and got up to run away, but Meng Yingying quickly threw out a talisman that landed in the sky and formed a barrier.
"It really was you." She said coldly.
“There’s no such thing as a Guardian Star,” Meng Yingying said casually.
Shou Changyue suddenly raised her face, remaining silent. Meng Yingying, dressed only in a thin undergarment and a Taoist robe, continued, "Or, where did you hide him?"
Shou Changyue remained silent.
Meng Yingying already knew the answer in her heart, and she continued to pry: "You probably don't know that there were many flaws in your impersonation of him."
Shou Changyue stared intently at her: "You..."
Meng Yingying: "I can tell you, what you're trying to say, I didn't say; I just heard about it."
Shou Changyue scoffed, "So what? You'll all die here today, and you'll never see him again."
"He is my brother, I would never harm him. It is you outsiders who have always wanted to harm him!" Shou Changyue said excitedly.
Meng Yingying stroked her chin. Sure enough, she had only reacted slightly. Since she had lived two lives, could it be that some people retained memories of their previous lives?
His face contorted in a ferocious expression. Meng Yingying smiled, but Shou Changyue didn't understand the smile. However, he understood it the next second.
He slowly lowered his head; the wooden sword pierced his heart. She laughed and said, "Don't let fake people talk to me anymore. Your spells aren't good enough."
Shou Changyue rapidly weakened, turning into a withered human skin. Meng Yingying drew her sword and picked up a puppet talisman from the human skin. That's why you have to master whatever you learn; his technique was too fake.
Although Shou Changyue can laugh and express all normal emotions, the only thing he lacks is the ability to feel like a human. Meng Yingying noticed this the last time he came to chat with her. This seed of doubt began to take root and sprout the moment she saw Tan Yuhua.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed down. She turned to look at Cong Rong, who looked at her with an unchanged expression. The two hadn't exchanged many words. Cong Rong usually only spoke a few words to Xiao Zheyu, while remaining indifferent to everyone else.
Meng Yingying coughed lightly and asked, "Where are they?"
Cistanche replied, "I've gone up the mountain."
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