Un corazón puro en una vasija de jade

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Rose's eyelashes trembled, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she were in great pain.

Upon seeing this, Yongye was overjoyed and suddenly roared, "Rose, open your eyes! I am Yongye! I'll take you home!"

Her voice choked as she finished speaking. If Feng Yangxi said she was dying, then Qiangwei was definitely beyond saving. How could she possibly take her home?

"Brother Yongye..." Rose murmured with her eyes closed.

Yongye wiped away his tears and replied repeatedly, "I'm here, Rose, I'm your brother Yongye."

Rose did not respond; her face was pale, as if she were about to fall into a deep sleep.

Yongye was extremely anxious and pinched her philtrum, hoping she would wake up.

Rose's eyes opened slightly, then closed weakly again, and she whispered, "I want to go home..."

"Okay, I'll take you home. I'll marry you when we get back. Rose, stay awake. We're going back to Anguo right away. I've always loved you, I've never stopped loving you, do you hear me, Rose!"

A beautiful smile graced Rose's lips, her gaze unfocused as if she saw everything she had longed for for years. Rose thought dreamily, Yongye's face seemed so close, his voice distant as a dream. She looked at Yongye apologetically and murmured, "Brother Yongye... I'm dreaming again... You... you're not as good to me as Brother Crown Prince..."

Li Tianrui! Yes, no matter how bad Li Tianrui is, he's always been devoted to Qiangwei. Yongye's face turned deathly pale, and she shouted, "I'm better than him! I'll treat you better than he ever did! Qiangwei, I'll take you home, and I'll marry you when we get home. I'll only marry you, and I'll listen to whatever you say!"

Prince Yan looked at Yongye with pity from below the stage, and no one laughed.

As Young Master Hong crawled out of the underground chamber covered in blood, a look of sympathy welled up in his eyes as he gazed at Yongye, listening to her coaxing Qiangwei and watching her face strewn with tears. He was lost in thought.

Rose chuckled, a short laugh followed by a muffled cough. A hand gripped her chest tightly, making it hard to breathe. She shook her head in pain, and a hallucination appeared before her eyes again. These days, she had been dreaming constantly, and now it seemed she was back on that night when she was six years old. Fireworks exploded in the sky, painting a hazy, beautiful scene of dragons and carriages. It seemed she was back at the Jing'an Marquis's mansion, in the days of her parents' doting love and her brothers' protectiveness.

“Rose, I’ve never said it before, but I actually like you, I’ve always liked you. Please don’t be hurt…” Yongye choked up. She couldn’t understand Rose’s eyes; she seemed lost in her own world, her eyes sparkling, as if she had remembered something happy, a beautiful smile blooming on her face. Yongye knew in her heart that it was just a final burst of energy before death.

She looked up and met Feng Yangxi's pale face. He was also grieving. Did he know that Rose was about to die?

Her hand tightened; Rose had grabbed it. The dreamlike look in her eyes vanished, as if she had suddenly awakened. She opened her mouth to speak, but a mouthful of blood spurted onto Yongye's face. Rose's body convulsed almost convulsively, and she struggled to utter a single word: "Bamboo..."

She seemed unable to speak any more, her eyes filled with anxiety as she looked at Yongye, tears welling up in her eyes.

Rose's expression was like the bamboo mat she had stabbed that day, its barbs piercing Yongye's heart. She wiped the blood from her face, grasped Rose's hand, and said, word by word, "I saw it, I understood. I swear... I will take revenge! Rose, don't be afraid... don't be afraid... you'll be alright, (download TXT^.^ organized and provided) I'll take you home right now. We'll go back to Anguo! I'll marry you, I'll stay with you, and I'll never leave you alone again..."

Rose gazed longingly at Eternal Night. Her lips moved slightly, and her gaze shifted from Eternal Night's face to the bright moon in the sky, filled with sorrow. Then, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, like the moonlight obscured by dark clouds.

Feng Yangxi sighed and gently placed her on the ground. Looking at Yongye again, she was stunned.

"Yongye," he didn't know how to comfort her, so he reached out and took her hand, finding it as cold as ice. Feng Yangxi felt a pang of heartache and hugged Yongye tightly, calling her name over and over again.

Yongye stared at him blankly, muttering, "Where did you go? Why didn't you come sooner!"

Feng Yangxi remained silent for a moment, offering no reply. He had already done his best, encountering five ambushes on the way here and even being poisoned. He had been barely suppressing the poison with his internal energy, and now, with his internal energy continuously flowing into Qiangwei's stamina, he was exhausted and seemed unable to control the toxins within his body.

Yongye slowly stood up. Rose lay on the cold stone platform, and behind her, below the dark cave entrance, Yuepo's gaze was fading. Somewhat bewildered, she walked step by step towards the cave entrance.

Feng Yangxi stared at her, the pain in her heart surpassing the agony of the poison. Was this all she cared about Yuepo? She was screaming Yuepo's name through the tunnel, her heart breaking. Was he the only one in her heart? Feng Yangxi opened her mouth to shout, but spat out a mouthful of blood. A commotion erupted below the stone platform. Crown Prince Yan, startled, rushed over, shouting, "Yangxi!"

Yongye mechanically turned around. Most of Feng Yangxi's blood was sprayed onto Qiangwei, and the blood splattered on her white robe was blue. That blood color was so familiar. What was she doing?

Crown Prince Yan picked up Feng Yangxi and shouted anxiously, "Imperial Physician! Where is she?"

One of the imperial physicians rushed to the stone platform and was stunned when he saw the blue blood.

"What kind of poison did he get?!"

The imperial physician knelt down, trembling all over; he didn't know.

"Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass, he must take the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass!" Yongye returned to Feng Yangxi's side like a whirlwind, her voice sharp and urgent, unlike her own. Feng Yangxi supported Qiangwei with his inner strength; heaven knows how much pain he endured when using his inner strength.

Having been poisoned before, Yongye knew its severity. Seeing Feng Yangxi's pale face, panic overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She shouted repeatedly, "Go find it quickly! It's on this mountain! Ask the people here! If not, go get it on horseback! Hurry! He... he used his internal energy and won't last more than three days!"

"Hurry up and go!" Prince Yan was extremely anxious.

Feng Yangxi looked calmly at Yongye and chuckled lightly: "Nothing will happen if you don't use your internal energy. Yongye, why aren't you going?"

Yongye forced herself not to look at the hole behind her; it was her abyss, a place she wanted to jump into, but couldn't. She quietly looked at Feng Yangxi and smiled, "We can't catch up. He… I can't abandon Qiangwei. Are you… in pain?"

Feng Yangxi suddenly burst into laughter, spitting out mouthfuls of blood: "I'm fine. There are so many people here. It's just the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass, not an incurable poison!"

The laughter, though arrogant, held a hint of anger. It startled Yongye. Why had his gaze become so unfamiliar and sharp? As if he were looking at her from a great distance.

Yongye was at a loss. She wasn't thinking about Yuepo; she just wanted an answer... Feng Yangxi's eyes were filled with sorrow. Yongye trembled, wanting to reach out and hold his hand, but then retreated under his gaze. She turned her head and picked up Qiangwei: "It's good that you're alright. I'm taking Qiangwei home."

She swayed as she stood up, reaching out to pick up Rose; she was as light as a feather. Whatever suffering Rose had endured, it was all her fault, all her fault.

"Eternal Night!" Prince Yan couldn't help but call out to her. How could she possibly carry the rose down the mountain and go back?

Yongye heard it, but she didn't want to turn back, didn't want to see Feng Yangxi's eyes again. He blamed her for being infatuated with Yuepo, abandoning him, and even abandoning Qiangwei. She just left him and Qiangwei like that and still wanted to chase after Yuepo.

She was in pain, in pain for the roses, and in pain for the wind.

One died for her, the other was poisoned and seriously injured because of her. But were they really less important than Yuepo? Yongye wanted to tell Feng Yangxi that it wasn't like that. Looking at Qiangwei, she couldn't say anything; she had no right to say anything. She knew perfectly well but refused to admit it. She could have prevented all of this from happening, yet she harmed Feng Yangxi and Qiangwei.

The moonlight shone down, and the rose in her hand seemed as light as the moonlight itself. Yongye lowered her head, and tears streamed down her face onto the rose.

As he carried her down the stone platform, Yongye recalled how six-year-old Qiangwei had jumped off the brocade bench and loudly proclaimed her love for him. He remembered how Qiangwei had clung to him time and time again, only to be rejected without complaint.

She was at Yuepo's beck and call without complaint, and followed Yuepo to the State of Qi for her sake.

She actually died here. If I hadn't come, would she still be dead? Yongye shook his head. If she hadn't come, Youli Valley wouldn't have let Rose die like this, never. They wanted her to die before their eyes, yes, that must be it.

As Yongye walked, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, hugging the Rose and bursting into tears.

She was determined to find Rose and Moon Soul. She didn't disguise herself, hoping the people of Youli Valley would recognize her so they could know her whereabouts. But why did things turn out this way?