Chapter 28 Confused Memory
With a loud bang, like thunder suddenly splitting the sky, it struck Shen He's heart and soul!
Her body trembled violently, as if struck head-on by a mighty thunderbolt, her soul ripped apart at that moment. The world before her quickly dimmed, a black curtain obscuring all light. Her body teetered, nearly robbing her of the strength to stand from this sudden blow.
How could this happen?! What on earth is going on?
That tablet...
It's the master's spirit tablet?!
No!
This is absolutely not realistic!
This is ridiculous and can never happen!
It must be an illusion, a malicious joke!
It was Yan Qingyu! It was him! He had deliberately set it up to deceive her!
right!
That's it!
Yan Qingyu did everything he could to prevent her from getting close to the truth!
Did he think that putting up a memorial tablet could scare her away?
ridiculous!
Chen He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use the pain to stay awake.
She has to stay steady!
Don't be fooled by such cheap tricks!
However--
Just when she was trying to concentrate her mind and resist this huge impact!
"ah--!"
A short cry of pain escaped from her throat uncontrollably!
Severe pain!
Indescribable pain suddenly exploded from the depths of her brain!
It was as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing her soul fiercely!
"Well……"
Chen He groaned in pain, suddenly hugged his head with both hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to the severe pain!
The scene before my eyes was no longer the study.
Countless chaotic, fragmented, yet extremely clear images flooded into her mind like a tide!
***
The dim light barely penetrated the darkness of the room, casting mottled shadows.
The air was filled with a pungent medicinal aroma, mixed with a barely perceptible heaviness.
On the bed, the gentleman looked exceptionally thin, his face as pale as paper, and every breath seemed to drain all his strength. Those eyes, once filled with wisdom and warmth, were now slowly losing their luster.
"Linglong... don't... cry..." His voice was weak and trembling, but it carried unquestionable strength. A withered hand stretched out from under the quilt and held Linglong's hand coldly and firmly.
Linglong's heart suddenly tightened. She could clearly feel that the vitality in these hands was dissipating at an irreversible speed.
Her tears fell silently like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the thin hand and creating tiny ripples.
The picture froze at this moment, Linglong was in tears, holding her husband's hands tightly with both hands, as if pouring all her reluctance and sorrow into them.
Her cries were suppressed and desperate, and every note tore at the hearts of everyone present: "Sir! Sir, please don't leave! Linglong can't live without you!"
***
The scene suddenly changed. It was still the ancient and quiet Yunshan Academy, but it was shrouded in an unusually heavy atmosphere, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere of tension.
She stood alone outside Qingjin Cottage, her figure swaying gently in the breeze, her eyes seemed to be burned by flames, red and desperate, her voice was hoarse but with unquestionable determination, her fingertips tremblingly pointed at Yan Qingyu in front of her, who had a cold face and frosty eyes.
"I don't believe it! There must be something hidden behind Mr.'s death! Why are you so anxious to bury him?! Yan Qingyu! What are you hiding?" Although her voice was weak, every word was sonorous, full of her persistent pursuit of the truth.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyu curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, with an imperceptible chill hidden in that smile, and his eyes were so cold that they seemed to be able to freeze all warmth.
"Chen He, you are too rude! Yunshan Academy will not allow you to act unreasonably and tarnish the good reputation of the master!" His tone was cold and stern, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the already extremely tense air.
This scene seemed like the eve of a storm that was about to break out. The confrontation between the two made the entire Yunshan Academy tremble, waiting for the next wave that might sweep over.
"Before he died, the master instructed that no one should disturb him! If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Heartless?! You are the one who is heartless! Yan Qingyu, tell me, how did the master die?"
"Come here! Get this crazy woman out of here! From today on, you will be expelled from the title of Chen He disciple and will never be allowed to enter our Yunshan Academy again!"
The guards stepped forward and she struggled hard, but was eventually dragged out roughly.
***
The picture was like broken glass, suddenly reorganizing itself, pulling the perspective into the depths of the majestic and lonely imperial palace.
The bluestone road is as cold and hard as iron, revealing unquestionable royal majesty.
In this long and silent corridor, a thin figure stands out.
Chen He, dressed in plain white, knelt alone outside the heavy door of the imperial study, his figure swaying gently in the breeze, yet he remained tenacious.
On her forehead, due to countless times of devout prostrations, shocking blood flowers have bloomed, just like the unyielding flame in her heart, hot and persistent.
"I beg Your Majesty to have the graciousness to thoroughly investigate the death of Mr. Yan from Yunshan Academy! He lived an upright life, educating countless people for generations. He was highly respected and virtuous. It is impossible for him to die without cause! I hope Your Majesty will have a discerning eye and give him justice!"
Her voice was clear and firm at first, like the gurgling sound of a mountain stream.
Gradually, as time passed and physical strength was exhausted, the voice became hoarse, carrying endless fatigue and pleading.
In the end, it became as thin as a gossamer and was almost swallowed up by the surrounding silence, but it still stubbornly echoed in the air.
Until that moment, all my strength seemed to be drained away, the world in front of me began to blur, and finally turned into darkness.
Finally, she could no longer hold on, her body slowly collapsed, her consciousness like a kite with a broken string, drifting away with the wind and sinking into the endless abyss.
Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to see a familiar figure rushing towards her, calling her name anxiously.
"Sister! Sister!"
It’s my younger brother Shen Ce!
He picked her up carefully, his movements so gentle, as if she were fragile porcelain.
***
“Ughh ...
Countless images, sounds, and emotions, like a flood bursting through a dam, madly impacted Chen He's sea of consciousness!
My head hurts so much!
It feels like being torn apart alive!
These memories...
These "past lives" that she had never experienced...
Where on earth did it come from?!
Why did it suddenly appear in her mind? !
Seriously ill gentleman...
The me who caused a big disturbance in the academy...
Kneeling to beg the emperor...
Removed...
Being taken home by my brother...
What the hell is going on?!
"No...it's not like that..."
Chen He held his head and curled up on the ground in pain, tears mixed with cold sweat rolling down his face.
She remembers it very clearly.
In her previous life, after the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet, she was looking forward to marrying Xiao Jingren with great joy.
Although the husband was dissatisfied with the result and once ignored her and refused to see her, he later sent her valuable gifts at the wedding.
The gentleman is not dead!
I didn't even cause a scene in the academy!
He didn't kneel outside the imperial study either!
Are these memories true or false?!
If these memories are real...
Then what about her "previous life" before her "rebirth"? !
Didn’t she experience a complete past life?
Or are these memories themselves false?
"gentlemen……"
Chen He let out a nearly collapsed whimper, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred in the severe pain and confusion.
She felt like she was being sucked into a huge, invisible vortex.
Her head was splitting with pain and her heart was in agony!
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