Beigong Minhao removed the butterfly mask, intending to bow, but in the end he decided to cast aside worldly concerns. "You've come," he exclaimed, a sound that seemed to transcend thousands of miles.
Ji Wushang was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the graying temples, his heart ached. He had almost forgotten that because of the help he had given to him and Nan Xuzong, his lifespan was only thirty years. Now, three years had passed, and he only had twenty-seven years left. Ji Wushang sighed silently, then stepped forward, "Prince Zhenbei."
“You’ve lost weight.” Bei Gongminhao’s second sentence was as he looked at her and stepped forward. “You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
"It's alright." Hearing his words, Ji Wushang's tone was somewhat cold as he said, "I have something I want to ask you."
The distance was only two meters.
"Hmm." His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. He knew she was definitely not doing well here, not at all. But he had no ability to comfort her sorrow; no matter how hard he tried, he would only receive her gratitude at best, not love.
Now, any effort he makes will be in vain.
He didn't know what to do. He, Beigong Minhao, felt utterly powerless!
"What I want to know is, why did you bury Cong's body by water, and then set up a fake grave for me to worship at!" Ji Wushang felt a pang of pain in his heart when he mentioned this.
"Who told you this?" Bei Gongminhao immediately stepped forward, while Ji Wushang stepped back, coldly saying, "What I want is the truth!"
“Alright, then I’ll tell you. This is the Fourth Prince’s wish. I promised him and will do as he says,” Bei Gongminhao said. “I didn’t mean to lie to you.”
"Cong told you to do this?" Ji Wushang could hardly believe it!
Bei Gongminhao looked at her and said, "Wu Shang, I would rather deceive the whole world than deceive you alone."
"What evidence do you have?" Ji Wushang looked at him. "Cong also gave you a letter, didn't he?"
"Yes." Clever as she was. Bei Gongminhao looked at Ji Wushang, "You're in Qingzhao, aren't you?"
Is it good or bad? Ji Wushang smiled bitterly to himself.
But the next second she looked up at him and said, "I don't know why, Prince Qingzhao Tuoba Heyan is Cong."
"What?" Beigong Minhao exclaimed in surprise, "No, that's impossible!"
"That's why I asked you what exactly happened! At that time, his hand was clearly in mine, and then, that long sword pierced his heart! His blood splattered all over me!" Ji Wushang said, tears streaming down his face.
“Wu Shang…” Bei Gong Minhao looked at her, “Please stop torturing yourself with those past events, okay?”
"No, tell me, what exactly happened!" Ji Wushang looked at Beigong Minhao. "You personally disposed of his body, why didn't you check if he was even asleep!"
“At that time, Nan Xuzong was indeed dead.” Bei Gongminhao looked at Ji Wushang, his hand reaching out to wipe her tears, but Ji Wushang was a little far away from him and wouldn’t get close.
"Dead?" Ji Wushang laughed through her tears. "Do you know? The wounds on Beigong Minhao and Tuoba Heyan are exactly the same as Cong's! Every move he makes is so familiar to me! But his personality, his whole being, is not Nan Xu Cong's mind! He forgot me, forgot everything!"
"Wu Shang, I... I really don't know what happened." Bei Gong Minhao looked at her sad and guessed that Tuoba Heyan might have done something to break her heart.
Seeing that no one was around, he finally stepped forward and pulled Ji Wushang into his arms. "Wushang, or perhaps, he is not Nan Xuzong at all. Maybe there really is someone in this world who is exactly like Xuzong."
“Cong has a twin brother…” Ji Wushang was speechless. “What am I going to do? Minhao, tell me, what am I going to do?”
"So, does that mean Prince Qingzhao is really Xu Cong's brother?" Bei Gongminhao asked helplessly.
Ji Wushang shook his head, "He is Cong, he is Cong! Please, please find me some way, how can I make him regain his memory!"
Bei Gongminhao's eyes fell on her face. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. "You cry every day... Wushang, shall I take you away?"
Before Ji Wushang could react, a fierce palm strike came out from behind!
"Let her go!" With a roar, he turned his palm and struck towards Beigong Minhao!
Bei Gongminhao immediately shielded Ji Wushang behind him and met the palm strike from the newcomer with his own palm!
The next second, Beigong Minhao was sent flying!
"Minho!" Ji Wushang's face paled, and she quickly caught up with Beigong Minho.
Meanwhile, Beigong Minhao crashed into the trunk of a carefree tree and fell to the ground instantly!
Tuoba Heyan was furious, his eyes burning with rage beneath his golden mask!
"I once told you I'd give you three days, but I never expected you to be here secretly meeting your lover! This is my own Wuyou Garden, Ji Wushang, you've got some nerve!" Tuoba Heyan stepped forward. "I truly underestimated the two of you!"
Ji Wushang helped Beigong Minhao up. "Minhao, are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" Bei Gongminhao clutched his chest. Heavens, this Tuoba Heyan's martial arts are even more powerful than Nan Xuzong's back then!
Seeing the blood flowing from his mouth, Ji Wushang hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom to wipe it away. "What should I do? I don't have any medicine on me."
"It's alright, thank you for your concern." Beigong Minhao smiled.
"Damn it!" Tuoba Heyan was furious. "Ji Wushang!" He gritted his teeth, and a powerful force rushed forward like a gust of wind!
Ji Wushang turned his head and looked on in surprise, "No, Cong! Cong! You can't kill him!"
"What did you say?" Tuoba Heyan was furious. "I've said it before, I'm not Nan Xuzong!" He stepped forward and grabbed Ji Wushang by the collar. "How many times have I said it! How many times have I told you!"
"Tuoba Heyan! Let her go!" Seeing Ji Wushang being held by him like this, Beigong Minhao felt a pain in his heart that was even greater than his internal injuries. He immediately stepped forward and started fighting with Tuoba Heyan!
"Tuoba Heyan!" Ji Wushang shouted, but when he thought of Nan Xuzong, who was actually so angry at him, tears welled up in Ji Wushang's eyes!
Tuoba Heyan threw her aside, saying, "I'll deal with you after I kill your lover!"
"No!" Ji Wushang cried out, "Nan Xuzong, how could you forget everything! Nan Xuzong, you once said that Beigong Minhao was your only brother! How could you kill him!"
"Damn it!" Tuoba Heyan's rage intensified, his palm strikes and fists becoming even more powerful, leaving Beigong Minhao utterly defenseless! Beigong Minhao staggered backward, blood gushing from his mouth. "Princess Wushang, no... please stop talking!"
"Minho! Minho!" Ji Wushang cried as he caught up with them.
Tuoba Heyan felt a surge of jealousy whenever he heard Ji Wushang call out the man's name! When he arrived, he saw Hongfei waiting outside and assumed Ji Wushang was just looking around and having some fun. Fearing she might be as heartbroken as last time, he rushed in. To his surprise, he found Ji Wushang nestled in Beigong Minhao's arms, weeping, while Beigong Minhao tenderly wiped away her tears!
How could this not infuriate him!
That's the woman who's already married to him! How could she be crying in another man's arms! Is it really because of this man that she resists his embrace so much? Before, she would rather die than accept his caresses or anything else—was it all because of this man?!
When Long Yu first heard Ji Wushang kneel down to see Bei Gong Minhao off, he thought it was out of gratitude, but now!
She cried out the man's name again and again!
She had previously used her own silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from the man's mouth!
Ignoring his wishes and anger, she continued to call out her deceased husband's name, even claiming that she was her deceased husband and that the man in front of her was her brother!
Even stones can catch fire!
Brother my ass!
He wouldn't even spare his own brother's wife—is this really his brother?!
Tuoba Heyan was filled with rage. He gathered all his strength and fought with Beigong Minhao. How could Beigong Minhao possibly come?
Bei Gong Minhao looked somewhat dazed and swayed as he stood. Ji Wushang rushed forward to support him. "Minhao, Minhao!" She turned around immediately and shielded Bei Gong Minhao. "Please, please stop hitting him! Tuoba Heyan, Your Majesty! Please, please have mercy!"
"Hold back? You actually had an affair with another man in my forbidden territory! How do you put me here?!" Tuoba Heyan roared. "Once I deal with him, you won't escape either!"
"Don't hurt her! If you want Princess Wushang, then don't hurt her!" Beigong Minhao propped himself up and pulled Ji Wushang along.
Ji Wushang looked at Tuoba Heyan, whose murderous aura was so oppressive it was hard to breathe. When she saw Tuoba Heyan's eyes looking at her hand, she immediately removed Beigong Minhao's hand. "Prince Zhenbei, you go first, don't worry about me!"
"Showing off your love in front of me, Your Majesty?" Tuoba Heyan's sinister eyes were deep and dark, like a dark abyss, drawing Ji Wushang in!
Ji Wushang took a deep breath. "It's not what you think! Let me explain!" Ji Wushang took a step back, then immediately pushed Beigong Minhao away. "Let's go!"
“Princess Wushang…” Beigong Minhao looked at her, his eyes filled with reluctance.
"He will kill you!" Ji Wushang stared at Tuoba Heyan, who was stepping forward. "He is no longer the Nan Xuzong of before. He is Tuoba Heyan, the king of Qingzhao, the monarch who loves war!" Tyrannical, suspicious, and cruel! This is Tuoba Heyan!
"Ji Wushang!" Tuoba Heyan stepped forward, but Ji Wushang immediately produced a dagger from who-knows-where and pressed it against his own neck. "Prince Zhenbei, if you don't leave, I'll die right now!"
“Princess Wushang!” Beigong Minhao looked at Ji Wushang, “He…he will hurt you!”
"Go!" Ji Wushang shouted, and seeing Tuoba Heyan step forward, he immediately pressed a dagger against his own neck. "If you come any closer, I, Ji Wushang, will die right here in front of you!"
"Death? How dare you threaten me, the King?" Tuoba Heyan stared at her coldly. "Is he that important to you?"
"He's important to you too! You've just forgotten, you've forgotten!" Ji Wushang shouted.
Tuoba Heyan was taken aback, his eyes falling on Beigong Minhao as he walked away in a disheveled state from behind.
Ji Wushang looked at his eyes with slight wariness and then glanced behind him.
At that moment, Tuoba Heyan rushed forward, his large hand snatching Ji Wushang's dagger in the next second, and he grabbed Ji Wushang, shouting, "Ji Wushang!"
"Let me go!" Ji Wushang stared at him angrily, he didn't like this guy at all!
Why, when they met again, did I encounter a tyrannical Nan Xu Cong instead of the gentle Fourth Prince who was kind to me and warm to everyone in the world?
He was furious and grabbed her chin with one hand. Ji Wushang's tears hadn't dried yet. She looked at him with her teeth clenched, "Tuoba Heyan, let me go!"
"Let you go?" Tuoba Heyan immediately pushed her to the ground!
"Ah! You, what are you going to do!" Ji Wushang exclaimed in terror, immediately backing away!
"What do you mean to do?" Tuoba Heyan strode forward. "I've been too lenient with you! I gave you three days. On the first day, you went and killed Yehe's concubine, and I had no objections! On the second and third days, you sewed a robe! I originally thought it was for me, but who knew it was for your lover, wasn't it?"
"What did you say!" Ji Wushang was so angry that her chest heaved violently, but when she saw him step forward, she couldn't help but immediately back away.
"On the third day, you actually dared to meet your lover in my carefree garden!" Tuoba Heyan's anger intensified. "I thought you knelt down to see that man off because he escorted you all the way to Qingzhao! But I was too naive!" He took a step forward, and Ji Wushang was terrified. He wasn't going to reason with him now!
She scrambled to her feet and tried to run out, yelling, "Help! Help!"
"Shout?" Tuoba Heyan's sinister eyes locked onto Ji Wushang. "You think you have a chance to escape?"
He stepped forward and stomped a piece off Ji Wushang's skirt!
Ji Wushang was startled by the sound of the dress tearing, and she ran away quickly.
But Tuoba Heyan had already stepped forward and grabbed Ji Wushang's wrist! Ji Wushang's heart was filled with terror. She wanted to tell herself that this was Nan Xuzong, her husband, but he was also Tuoba Heyan!
Tuoba Heyan threw Ji Wushang to the ground again. Ji Wushang's whole body felt as if it had been hit. There were indeed petals of Worry-Free Flower on the ground, but it was still muddy soil, which must have hurt Ji Wushang.
Tuoba Heyan stared coldly at Ji Wushang, who was lying on the ground in pain. His eyes held no pity, but rather a surge of anger and desire!
He untied his cloak and casually tossed it onto the petals of the carefree flower. The next second, he began to loosen his belt!
"No, don't!" Ji Wushang watched his actions, tears streaming down her face. He couldn't do this to her! He couldn't!
She tried to run away, but then she realized that in addition to the pain all over her body, she had also sprained her left ankle! She couldn't run at all!
"Listen to me, Tuoba Heyan! Ah! Don't come any closer!" Ji Wushang was so ashamed and indignant that he couldn't speak!
He stripped completely naked and stepped forward! His perfectly proportioned physique! His skin was very fair, but due to three years of warfare, his abdominal muscles were even more defined! And that wicked man's innocent thing was already erect, filling Ji Wushang with deep shame, anger, fear, and terror!
Ji Wushang turned around and immediately crawled outside!
"Help, help me! Help!" Ji Wushang cried out loudly. But unexpectedly, in just a few seconds, Tuoba Heyan pulled his ankle back!