Chapter 171 The Tribulation of Inner Demons
Seven days later, Han Wei survived the lightning tribulation, but after that, the tribulation of inner demons began.
Surrounded by mist, Han Wei found herself back in her childhood. She looked down at her chubby hands, realizing she had become her younger self.
"Weiwei, Weiwei."
Her parents were standing in front of her; her mother was gently calling her name. Her father was smiling at her, beckoning her over.
"Weiwei, come here! Why aren't you coming over?"
"Weiwei, what's wrong? Your mother made your favorite snacks, come here quickly!" The gentle woman placed a plate of snacks on the table next to her.
Han Wei gazed at their faces, seeing their expressions exactly the same as in her memory. Her eyes welled up with tears. Even knowing that this was an illusion, she still felt sad.
How she wished it were true! But her parents were long gone, surely reincarnated long ago. Perhaps they had become different people, perhaps they had been reincarnated more than once. In any case, they were no longer there.
She waved her hand, and a gust of wind tore apart the scene before her. Her parents vanished right in front of her.
The surrounding scenery changed, and she found herself transformed back into her twelve or thirteen-year-old self, her hands and feet bound and locked in a secret room. When the door to the secret room opened, she saw Xie Yun, Xue Ran, Fang Jingbai, and Song Xuan appear before her, each grinning maliciously as they prepared to bleed her.
"boring!"
Han Wei said coldly, releasing a dazzling blue light from her body, easily shattering the chains. A sword appeared in her hand, and she killed the men one by one with each strike.
They are no longer things she fears; letting them be her inner demons is an elevation to them.
One illusion after another appeared, which Han Wei easily passed through. Then, just like in her previous life, the scenery suddenly changed before her eyes, and a snow-white pear blossom forest appeared. She stood in this pear blossom forest, looking at the snow-white pear blossoms on the trees, and took a gentle breath, her nostrils filled with the fragrance of pear blossoms.
She slowly walked forward and saw the white figure.
A handsome young man in white robes and with dark hair stood under the tree. He turned around and smiled at her: "Weiwei, it's been a long time."
His smile was still so gentle, and his gaze towards her was still so tender. He was just as she remembered him—pure, beautiful, and untouched by worldly dust.
She gazed at him, her heart pounding, the emotions buried deep across two lifetimes erupting once more in that instant. Looking at him, tears welled in her eyes: "Aheng..."
The young man in white walked towards her, took her hand, smiled, and walked forward. She followed him.
"Look, the pear blossoms are blooming so beautifully," Lu Qingheng said with a smile.
Han Wei nodded.
“In the first year after you left, I stood alone in this pear orchard, always hoping that you would suddenly appear here,” Lu Qingheng said with a smile, a smile without a trace of gloom.
Han Wei looked at his face, but felt a pang of pain in her heart.
“But you never appeared. I watched the pear blossoms bloom tree after tree, and then wither away one by one, but you still didn’t come back,” Lu Qingheng said. He stretched out one hand, and a crystal-clear petal fell onto his palm. The petal slowly withered on his palm.
The surrounding pear blossoms had all withered and fallen, and the entire pear orchard had died down.
Han Wei felt a pang of heartache. She looked at him, wanting to defend herself: "Aheng, I..."
Han Wei tried to explain, but Lu Qingheng suddenly reached out and covered her mouth. He smiled and said, "I'll take you to see the roses I planted for you."
He took Han Wei's hand and walked forward. As they walked, they saw a rose stand, covered with red roses, and roses of various colors lined both sides of the road.
“Look, Weiwei, I planted all these roses myself. Aren’t they beautiful?” Lu Qingheng asked with a smile.
Han Wei nodded, and he took her hand as they strolled along the rose-lined path. He told her, "After you left, the pear trees started to wither year after year for some reason, and there were fewer and fewer of them. But the roses I planted for you are getting better and better, blooming more and more profusely and more beautifully each year."
“At first, I only planted roses in the courtyard where we lived. Later, I planted roses in the study, Yulan Pavilion, Wangyue Tower, Tingyu Pavilion, and Yunxie Xiaozhu.”
"I think you'll be very happy to see this when you come back."
Lu Qingheng took her hand and led her through the familiar paths of the Prince of Yan's residence. He brought her to his study, showed her the portraits of ladies he had painted for her, the poems he had written for her, and even made her a lantern. Han Wei finally broke down in tears.
"Weiwei, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Lu Qingheng looked flustered when he saw her crying, and he was holding a carp lantern in his hand.
"Don't you like it?" He put down the carp lantern.
Han Wei reached out and hugged him, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Aheng, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
She held him and wept uncontrollably.
The boy she was holding gently embraced her and whispered in her ear, "Don't cry, Weiwei, don't cry. You're back, it's good that you're back. From now on, we'll always be together, and we'll never be apart again."
Han Wei hugged him tightly, burying herself in his chest. She didn't realize that she had taken root beneath her feet, with countless black roots extending from her body. Half of the boy's body had turned into black vines, but she didn't notice at all.
If Han Wei becomes obsessed with it and continues to cling to the boy, she will perish.
The Heavenly Emperor, seeing this, panicked: "Hey, what are you doing? He's fake! He's a demon! You woman, aren't you the one who loves yourself the most? What are you feeling guilty about? Wake up!"
Han Wei was still crying; she was holding her boy and still crying.
"I'm sorry, Ah Heng, I'm so sorry!"
Hot tears kept flowing from her eyes.
Just as Han Wei was about to be killed by her own inner demons, the Heavenly Emperor could no longer bear it and was about to intervene. However, the boy holding Han Wei suddenly trembled, blood gushing from his mouth. He stared at Han Wei in disbelief as a dagger pierced his chest.
“Weiwei, you…”
The boy's face was filled with pain and disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Aheng, but you're not Aheng!" Han Wei pulled out the dagger, which transformed into Lu Qingheng's inner demon and fell backward, turning into a pile of withered vines, and then into ashes.
Han Wei held the dagger, her face still wet with tears.
She had wronged Lu Qingheng; she knew she loved herself more. But Ah Heng, you are not a true mortal either; you are a god.
For over a hundred years, she has been thinking about one question: if she hadn't killed Gu Qi and hadn't abandoned Lu Qingheng, would the high and mighty gods have cared about a lowly ant like her?
Maybe she didn't love him enough, but what about him?
Was his anger towards her because she had betrayed him, or was it because the proud god had never experienced being abandoned and was resentful?
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