Chapter 3: Marrying the Mentally Ill Man
"Ah!" A shrill scream that pierced the soul suddenly rang out.
Chen Jiao fled from this horrible place with the man in black behind her.
Chen He also felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his head, as if even his blood was frozen.
However, her attention was involuntarily drawn to the scene beside her.
That was her younger brother, Shen Ce, who was lying there quietly at the moment. He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes and raised his skinny fingers with difficulty.
Between the cold and stiff fingers, a foreign object could be vaguely seen sliding down.
Fragments of the "Qin Zi Jue"?
A trace of doubt flashed through Chen He's mind, but before she could examine it carefully, an indescribable force suddenly hit her, like a torrent, sweeping her consciousness into an endless abyss. She could not resist and could only let herself sink.
"ah--!"
An indescribable pain suddenly hit her, not from the tremor of the soul, but directly hit the palm of her hand, as if thousands of sharp thorns were piercing into her at the same time.
She lowered her head and saw that the cold fragment of the Qinjue, which should have accidentally slipped out of her brother's hand, had been deeply embedded in her palm, as if it was pulled by an invisible force and merged with it.
Blood, like an awakened stream, instantly gushed out from the wound, but then strangely dissipated on the surface of the cold jade piece, as if it was greedily devoured by it, leaving no trace.
Pain! The unforgettable pain almost suffocated her.
The world around her began to spin, and the boundaries between heaven and earth seemed to have lost. Her consciousness gradually became blurred, as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, slowly falling into a deep, endless and ever-rotating dark vortex.
"No--!"
She shouted with all her might, her voice filled with resentment and despair.
She can't die yet!
The great revenge has not been taken!
Chen Jiao! Shan Zhuyu! Xiao Jingren!
besides……
Mr. Yan...
That gentle and graceful Mr. Yan...
Why……
His figure suddenly appeared in this chaotic vortex of consciousness.
It’s not a physical entity, but more like a... residual soul?
Unreal, transparent, and sad.
He looked at her with complicated eyes.
There is regret, helplessness, and a hint of... determination.
He slowly raised his hand.
The hand with distinct joints that once held a pen and wrote, and once guided her.
Gently, he covered her eyes.
The cool touch strangely soothed her raging hatred.
His deep and tender voice rang softly in my ears.
"Don't look, okay?"
"I don't want those filth and ugliness to pollute your eyes."
His voice trembled slightly, as if every syllable carried a heavy weight, draining away all his tenderness and determination.
"exquisite……"
He called her name softly, his tone full of tenderness and reluctance.
“This time…”
"Let me protect you from any storm."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure seemed to become even more ethereal, as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.
And the hand that was covering her eyes, along with his sleeve, began to burn silently!
It was an invisible flame that devoured everything silently, turning his sleeves into tiny bits of flying ash that drifted in the air, just like his dying figure, making people feel sad.
The sleeve flicked gently and slid down slowly, revealing the smooth and flawless skin on his wrist.
A touch of ink, a tattoo, eye-catching and ferocious.
The tattoo resembles a giant beast covered with scales, hovering and crouching, just like a black Qilin, majestic and inviolable.
Xuanlin Guard!
These three words exploded in Shen He's heart like thunder, awakening the ancient legend hidden deep in his memory.
It is a mysterious force that is loyal only to the emperor, lurks in the darkness, and carries out the most secretive and difficult tasks - the Xuanlin Guard!
Mr. Yan...he...
Astonishment, confusion, shock... all kinds of emotions intertwined in Shen He's heart. However, before she could recover from this sudden shock, the last trace of her clear consciousness was like a candle in the wind, gently swallowed up by the endless darkness.
Only that gentle promise remains, quietly echoing in the depths of the soul.
"This time...it's my turn to protect you..."
…
When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by a familiar and luxurious atmosphere.
The music of the royal celebration is melodious and lingering in my ears.
A light sniff from the tip of your nose, and a scent of imperial incense from deep within the palace wafts slowly into the air. Its elegant fragrance brings peace of mind.
His sight slowly focused, and what came into view was the empress dowager's kind face with a gentle smile. The years had left shallow marks on her face, but they had added a bit of dignity and gentleness of a mother of the country.
"Ahe, do you have a decision in mind? Tell me, what exactly is it that you wish for?" The Queen Mother's voice was soft and majestic, and every word was like a carefully crafted gem, shining with a light that could not be ignored.
At that moment, an indescribable excitement surged in her heart - she was back!
She really set foot on this familiar land again, returning to the starting point where all the tragedies had not yet sprouted, the Queen Mother's birthday banquet.
Her palm accidentally touched the collar of her clothes, and a subtle but clear tingling sensation came, like the whisper of fate, reminding her that this was not a dream, but a real rebirth.
Everything seems to be still immersed in the afterglow of redemption.
There, she could still vaguely feel the subtle touch of Qin Jue's fragments, and... the cold and refreshing feeling of another hand covering her eyelids.
This time,
I swear to rewrite my fate and never let the tragedy of the past happen again!
Chen He took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress the bloody hatred surging in her chest. Although there were ripples in the depths of her eyes, she forced herself to remain calm.
She looked up and met the Queen Mother's inquiring eyes.
Then, Shen He moved her lotus steps lightly, bent her knees slightly, and performed impeccable court etiquette. Her movements revealed a calmness and elegance that came from having experienced many hardships.
Although her voice trembled slightly after experiencing a disaster, it revealed an unprecedented determination: "Your servant Chen He dares to report to the Queen Mother."
"What your heart longs for..."
She paused and ignored the determined look from the Third Prince Xiao Jingren not far away.
He also ignored his stepsister Chen Jiao beside him, who seemed worried but was actually so nervous that her fingertips turned white.
Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the "fool" in the corner who was holding a rattle, playing happily, with snack crumbs on the corners of his mouth.
The Dayin Dynasty was founded on military power, and all the princes were of outstanding appearance.
Only him, the Sixth Prince Xiao Jingchi.
According to legend, a high fever at the age of three damaged his brain, and his mind remained forever that of a child.
He was the laughing stock of the entire royal family and even the entire capital.
In his previous life, Chen He had only contempt and indifference towards him.
But now...
She thought of the remaining soul that had protected her at the mass grave, the words "Let me protect you," and the black scales tattoo on her wrist...
Chen He's heart seemed to be tugged at by something.
She raised her head, and her voice echoed clearly throughout the hall.
"Your servant, Chen He, has long admired the Sixth Prince."
"I beg the Queen Mother to grant my daughter's marriage to..."
"Sixth Prince, Xiao Jingchi!"
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