Chapter 124: Holding Mu Han in my arms, I felt her reaction and acquiescence, and I went crazy...
The pillars stand upright, supporting the roof beams above.
The roof beams hadn't been cleaned in a long time, covered in cobwebs. In the dim light, one could even see spiders with long, thin legs slithering across the webs.
They were busy, spinning silk.
In her heart, it was as if a net had been instantly woven, capturing every little detail of her time with Mu Hanshi in this life, stringing them together one by one.
It turns out she was right, he really was her brother!
Then he must have recognized her long ago, otherwise why would he have become so close to her for no reason and made those promises without reservation? But why didn't he acknowledge her as his own?
Is it because she is different from the past, and he is different from before?
She clutched her chest, trying to calm her heart, which felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
To Yu Liuzhu, this appearance was the result of being overwhelmed by extreme stimulation, which made her feel incredibly pleased and smug. She couldn't wait to speak sarcastically, "What? Can't take it? He never drew a portrait of you, did he? He never called you A-Li affectionately, did he?"
She remembered that the last time they got close, she did ask him to call her Ali, but he never did. She thought it was because their feelings for each other hadn't reached a certain level yet, but now it seemed it was because he knew who she was.
Countless stars seemed to shine in her dark eyes, dazzling and radiant.
"Do you think the person he painted is you? Is the A'Zhu he mentioned also you?"
"If it wasn't me, then who could it be?"
It's a portrait and a name; it can't be anyone else!
But when Yu Liuzhu met her eyes, she felt inexplicably guilty, and her voice suddenly rose, as if only in this way could she give herself confidence.
She slowly straightened up, looking at the face in front of her that resembled her past self somewhat, as if looking at a mask, but now it didn't seem so similar anymore.
"You can dream, but don't other people can too?"
"What...what do you mean by this?"
Yu Liuzhu had her suspicions about a fool who should have died long ago not only surviving but actually getting better. Now, hearing her say this, how could she not be terrified?
"Could it be that you are also... No, that's impossible. You're a fool. Even if you had some kind of fortuitous encounter, you don't even know what happened before, so how could you know what will happen afterward?"
"Whether it's the past or the future, it doesn't matter whether I know it or not. What matters is that your face looks a bit like mine in that dream, and..." She paused deliberately, leaned closer, and said each word clearly in Yu Liuzhu's deathly pale face, "In my dream, my name was Azhu."
"No, no, this is impossible!" Yu Liuzhu refused to believe it, cupping her face in her hands. "You're talking nonsense, you're making things up... I am A'Zhu, I am A'Zhu!"
If a person's face belongs to someone else, and their name belongs to someone else, then what is truly their own?
She took two steps back and coldly watched Yu Liuzhu's panicked appearance. She felt no pleasure, only that the whole thing was utterly absurd.
Yu Liuzhu snapped out of her panic and glared at her, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred. "Do you think I'll believe you when you say that?"
"Whether you believe it or not, you know the answer in your heart. Because you're not the only one with dreams; I have dreams too. Have you forgotten that my mother also has dreams? Haven't you always wanted to know why she's convinced I'm her daughter? It's because her dream matches mine—the daughter in her dream is me!"
So that's how it is!
Yu Liuzhu finally understood. In an instant, as if a support had been pulled away, she collapsed to the ground. "No wonder, no wonder..."
Suddenly, something occurred to her, and her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets as she muttered to herself in an extremely strange voice, "So, the prince also has a dream... he also has a dream!"
What is a dream, and what is reality?
For Shen Qinglu, her past life was real, and this life is also real, but perhaps it's all just a dream.
Yu Jingliang's voice came from outside, "Why is it so quiet inside? Should we go in and check?"
“Ah Li said that we should just wait outside. Since she chose to go in alone, she must have made thorough preparations.” The person who answered him was Feng Chengying.
She volunteered to help out because the Shenwu Guard has been busy lately.
"It's been so long and there hasn't been a sound from inside. I'm worried." Yu Jingliang pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside.
He was quickly pulled away by Feng Chengying. "You're such a grown man, why don't you ever think about why A-Li wouldn't let us come along?"
He looked completely bewildered.
Feng Chengying rolled her eyes at him, "You three siblings' cunning is indeed all concentrated in Ali."
"What Ali?" He didn't shake the person off, but raised his eyebrows, his expression full of mockery. "My sister is your imperial aunt, and you are her eldest niece. So, I'm your elder. Call me uncle, shall I?"
"Yu Jingliang, have you been itching for a beating for days?" Feng Chengying attacked without warning, throwing him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
The guards outside the door chuckled to themselves when they saw this.
He rubbed his sore buttocks, scrambled to his feet, dusted himself off, and muttered, "Looks like the princess hasn't been idle in the palace; she's probably looking for fights every day."
"What? You're not convinced?" Feng Chengying raised an eyebrow. "In that case, do you still dare to ask me to call you 'Uncle'?"
"Whether you can win or not has nothing to do with seniority."
Upon seeing someone approaching, Feng Chengying immediately had a mischievous thought and teased, "That's true. How about this, if you can get my royal uncle to call me 'Second Brother-in-law,' then I'll call you 'Cousin Uncle,' how about that?"
“I am Ali’s second brother. Even though Prince Chen is a prince, he should still call me Second Uncle…”
He swallowed the word "brother" because Mu Hanshi had already arrived in front of him.
Her magnificent robes embroidered with gold thread depicting the sun and moon, coupled with her aloof and noble demeanor, made her seem like a towering mountain, commanding respect and preventing others from speaking loudly.
He fell silent instantly, and dared not be presumptuous.
At that moment, the door opened from the inside, and Shen Qinglu came out.
Through the half-open door, one could see Yu Liuzhu lying on the ground at a glance.
He asked Feng Chengying in a low voice, "You're not dead, are you?"
Feng Chengying shook his head, "He should not be dead. My aunt knows how to act."
The word "Imperial Aunt" made him blink.
"Why are you here?" Shen Qinglu asked Mu Hanshi.
Mu Hanshi said in a low voice, but with a hint of tenderness, "I'm worried about you."
Upon hearing his voice, Yu Liuzhu actually scrambled to her feet and staggered over, crying out, "Your Highness, look at me! Look closely at me! I am A'Zhu, I am your A'Zhu!"
Before anyone could rush forward, Feng Chengying and Yu Jingliang had already stopped them.
“I am A Zhu, I am A Zhu, she is not, she is not…” Yu Liuzhu shouted desperately, like a madwoman.
Apart from Mu Hanshi and Shen Qinglu, no one knew what she meant.
Her behavior was undoubtedly telling Mu Han that Shen Qinglu already knew his identity.
So, should they acknowledge each other?
Mu Hanshi glanced at her indifferently, "I told you, your face is quite remarkable, and I hoped you would not do anything that would damage it. It seems you did not heed my advice."
Her pupils widened. "So the reason you treat me differently is because of my face..."
Her response was Mu Hanshi's indifference.
But when Mu Hanshi turned to look at Shen Qinglu, his entire demeanor changed drastically, as if he had suddenly entered spring from the depths of winter, exuding boundless gentleness and warmth.
His hand twitched, he hesitated for a few moments, and finally reached out to take Shen Qinglu's hand.
The guards kept their heads down, not daring to look any longer. After Feng Chengying closed the door and locked Yu Liuzhu, she pulled Yu Jingliang away, as if they were the only ones left in the world.
"Thump"
"Thump"
"Thump"
Listening to her own heart pounding like a drum, Shen Qinglu didn't dare to ask herself what she was excited about—was it the excitement of reuniting with her family, or the excitement about their current relationship?
Brother, husband.
How should she face her own heart?
Mu Hanshi held her tightly, as if afraid she would run away. His heavy gaze seemed to only see and embrace her, as mad and dark as night, like a huge dark net.
Will his A'Zhu acknowledge him?
He was waiting, extremely patiently.
She didn't know why, perhaps because he hadn't acknowledged her, or perhaps because she felt guilty that her true nature had been completely exposed to the person she cared about most, and she inexplicably felt timid.
Inside the room came Yu Liuzhu's hoarse, unwilling cry, "Why? Why have I lost everything? This shouldn't be happening, it shouldn't be like this..."
"What should we do next regarding Yu Tang's matter?"
Shen Qinglu half-opened her eyelids and asked Mu Hanshi.
"Her background is worth exploring in detail, let's wait and see."
As Mu Hanshi spoke, he tightened his grip.
They walked out of the Divine Martial Camp hand in hand, leaving everyone who saw them utterly astonished.
It wasn't until she boarded the carriage that Shen Qinglu's bound hands were freed, but at the same time, the space inside the carriage felt like another kind of confinement, trapping her entire being.
When breathing is similar and breaths blend together, this is the most bewildering situation.
She desperately told herself that he was her brother, but a voice was vehemently refuting her, saying that he was not her brother, but her husband.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?"
When he asked the question, she realized that her body seemed to be trembling.
"No, it's not cold."
"I'll hold you, you should feel better."
In a moment, she fell into the man's strong, lean arms.
Mu Hanshi slowly lowered his head, his intentions self-evident.
She suddenly tensed up, her heart pounding.
When the warm, predatory touch of their bodies met her lips, she involuntarily closed her eyes, her heart screaming: What should I do? She didn't seem to feel anything was wrong or awkward; it was as if this was how it was supposed to be.
Could it be that she subconsciously harbored feelings for her brother before?
Mu Hanshi sensed her reaction and compliance, his madness mixed with ecstasy, and he wished he could meld her into his own body.
His A'Zhu...
It doesn't matter if she doesn't acknowledge him, as long as they are both alive, she is by his side, and acknowledging him as her husband is enough!
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