Her joy was palpable. What could be more delightful than discovering that the man she loved cared about her? Although Mu Yunhe didn't recognize her now, it wasn't entirely his fault. Who could easily have imagined something like a switcheroo? Especially since they shared the same face. If he couldn't have guessed it, even if he sensed something, he wouldn't have thought of it that way, right?
Mu Yunhe was furious, his emotions rising inexplicably and surging like a tidal wave. Fear washed over him, but he could still sense the good mood of the woman in his arms. He suddenly looked down, and his dark and ruthless eyes met Luo Zhiheng's smiling and beautiful pupils. Mu Yunhe was stunned for a moment, his clever mind considering a possibility, and the words slipped out: "You lied to me?"
Luo Zhiheng pouted, looking aggrieved, but with a charming and alluring air, she said, "Where did I lie to you? I really do hurt all over."
In those days and nights without you, when she was in unbearable pain, she called your name again and again, "Yunhe, Yunhe, save me." But at that time, she was all alone. Yunhe, do you know that she was in so much pain that she had no courage to live? She has never been afraid of anything, but now, she is most afraid of pain! She can't bear even the slightest bit of it.
Zhi Qu was about to leave. Mu Yunhe forcefully placed her on the ground, grabbed her wrist, and although he didn't understand medicine, he knew how to take a pulse. However, his expression also became grave. He quickly switched to his other hand, but there was still no pulse. Mu Yunhe's face turned uncontrollably pale inch by inch.
He looked at Luo Zhiheng in disbelief: "Why is there no pulse?"
Luo Zhiheng laughed indifferently, "How could I not have a pulse? Wouldn't I really be a dead person then? But if you want to know, I'm not going to tell you!"
"Ruilin!" He called her by her real name for the first time, his voice filled with anger.
Luo Zhiheng giggled, her body swaying like a willow branch in the wind. She pinched his collar with a seductive air and said ambiguously, "Want to know? Then kiss me and I'll tell you."
Mu Yunhe's expression changed abruptly, and he suddenly came to his senses. In his waking state, he felt like he didn't even recognize himself anymore. What had he just done? Holding a woman, angry, furious, and terrified? And now he was being led by the nose by this woman?
Mu Yunhe was startled by his own strange behavior. He stiffly removed Luo Zhiheng's slender white fingers and said in a cold voice, "I have no interest in knowing."
Watching him stagger away, Luo Zhiheng sensed that Mu Yunhe was trying to escape. She smiled, then suddenly raised her voice seriously, "Mu Yunhe, in your heart, do you love Luo Zhiheng's face, or her as a person?"
This question came abruptly and strangely. Luo Zhiheng's face and her person are the same. The one he loves is naturally the same Luo Zhiheng. Otherwise, can she still be called Luo Zhiheng?
To Mu Yunhe, the question was utterly pointless and absurd, but he still stopped and turned to look at the woman leaning against the pillar, watching him. He seemed to see solemnity in her, and that strong aura affected him. Mu Yunhe frowned and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that I am not myself?"
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback, and stood up straight abruptly, staring intently at Mu Yunhe. What did he mean?
Mu Yunhe suddenly seemed to smile, and it seemed that even the rosy clouds in the sky could not compare to the brilliance and beauty of his smile: "Mu Yunhe died three years ago. I am just the last lingering remnant of Mu Yunhe's soul in this world!"
Luo Zhiheng clenched her fists, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic. She stared intently at Mu Yunhe, only to see him smile again, a smile both distant and beautiful. His cold voice drifted over, shattering the last vestige of Luo Zhiheng's resentment towards him: "In other words, I can no longer be called human. I am Mu Yunhe, yet I am not Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe has emotions and desires, I do not. I am still alive only because of protecting, because of Mu Yunhe's obsession. I don't know what his obsession truly is, but in his remaining memories, Luo Zhiheng is the last and most profound one, so I protect Luo Zhiheng." 17.
"You ask me if I love Luo Zhiheng's face or her as a person. I can't answer you, because I myself am incapable of love and cannot love. Perhaps I didn't understand before, but after Luo Zhiheng woke up, I realized that even Mu Yunhe's memories of loving Luo Zhiheng so deeply cannot make me feel any romantic feelings for her. But she is Luo Zhiheng, the woman Mu Yunhe loves most. Because Luo Zhiheng is still alive, Mu Yunhe's lingering soul is still alive. In other words, if Luo Zhiheng were to disappear from this world, then Mu Yunhe would also completely vanish."
At that moment, Luo Zhiheng's mind went completely blank from those words. Her whole body began to convulse in pain, her heart ached so much that she almost curled up in agony, and she stumbled and bumped into a pillar, her vision filled with desolation and darkness.
These words and events were things she had never imagined. Now, suddenly hearing and witnessing them, she felt only boundless desolation and fear. She knew Yun He was standing right in front of her, yet he was telling her he was dead. But he was clearly still alive, standing so vividly before her, wasn't he?
She didn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.
Mu Yunhe was nothing more than a remnant soul living in this world. As a diviner, it was possible for him to leave a fragment of his soul alive. But was he truly gone? While she harbored such resentment, before she even knew it, had he already left her forever?
Luo Zhiheng is still alive, so Mu Yunhe's obsession remains. But if Luo Zhiheng were gone, would even the last trace of Mu Yunhe in this world disappear?
No wonder he didn't come looking for me, no wonder he didn't recognize me, no wonder he didn't know I was back. As long as she's alive, no matter where she is, Mu Yunhe can still exist in this world?
Luo Zhiheng seemed to have reached her limit and before she could control herself, she was suddenly pierced and shattered into pieces with a bang.
Mu Yunhe stood opposite Luo Zhiheng, a slight smile on his face. He suddenly lowered his eyes, looking at his chest with a strange, slight pain. He pressed his hand to it, then jolted awake, looking at Luo Zhiheng. How could he have said these things to someone he'd only met a few times? Weren't they still strangers?
Strangely, he said it, but he didn't regret it. He didn't care what others would think if they found out.
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's deathly pale face, radiating a profound sense of desolation and sorrow, Mu Yunhe felt a suffocating pressure. The thought of her having no pulse flashed through his mind, and a fleeting panic crossed his face. He wanted to approach her, but ultimately turned and left. He had already said too much, but a stranger was a stranger; he couldn't afford too much contact. This woman was too dangerous, and she was already severely affecting his emotions.
Luo Zhiheng didn't know how she got back to the post station. She had a fever for two days after she returned, and she was in a daze and couldn't wake up. She kept muttering something intermittently, and tears kept flowing. Later, she fell asleep and stopped crying.
She was so deeply grieving that it seemed as if she were surrounded by pain and despair, and no one could enter her world to comfort her.
The wolf king tried several times to reach out and remove the mask from her face, to see her true face and wipe away the tears that rolled down her face. But his hand rose and fell, and finally fell limply.
In the dim light, the golden mask blocked out the real Luo Zhiheng, leaving her completely alone in darkness.
Perhaps his stubborn obsession still lingers in the cycle of reincarnation, searching for her, wanting to be with her, but no one can hear his desperate cries left behind in the dust. In her dreams, Luo Zhiheng finally clearly saw the scene three years ago before the devastated city gates, where he lay covered in blood amidst the corpses, calling out to her for the last time!
She never imagined that it would be her final farewell to Mu Yunhe...
First update today! Just a quick note from Huasha: this part of the story mainly focuses on the romance and drama between the male and female leads. Dealing with the villains is secondary. The key point is that no matter what, Yunhe will fall in love with Aheng, and only with Aheng. Huasha is working hard on this, so please stay calm after reading, as Huasha's emotions have been very unstable recently. I know how to write this story and when to end it, so please just calm down and watch how Huasha turns things around. Also, my son Mu Yunhe isn't a scoundrel; he's the purest and most loyal prince. Want him to come back to life? Then shower him with recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets!
463 Resist her! Kitamatsu returns! (Supplement to yesterday's main chapter)
Updated: 2013-11-26 15:05:41 Word Count: 4508
I am merely the lingering obsession of Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe is dead; I neither know nor can love. When Luo Zhiheng is gone, I will completely vanish from this world.
Luo Zhiheng lay on the bed in a daze, her mind replaying Mu Yunhe's words from that day and the scenes of them together. She gasped for breath in pain, her groans gradually growing louder until they turned into a sharp scream: "Yunhe!"
The door was suddenly pushed open, and the Wolf King and the others rushed in. The Demoness carefully embraced Luo Zhiheng, gently wiping the sweat from her face and neck: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Luo Zhiheng looked around in a daze and murmured, "Can't you love? How can you! My Yunhe, I will make you fall in love with me again, even if it's just a wisp of your obsession, a remnant of your soul, it can only bear the mark of Luo Zhiheng, who loves me the most!"
"What did Master say?" The demoness was sitting so close but couldn't hear clearly, and the Wolf King and Bear King looked even more confused.
Luo Zhiheng suddenly collapsed again, but this time she fell asleep.
The demon girl and the others looked grave: "What happened? How come she's half-dead after just one trip? Who made her so heartbroken?"
"Is that so?" The Bear King was also furious. He felt bad for his master's suffering and even got a mouthful of blisters. He grabbed the Wolf King's collar and roared, "It must be you who angered our master! You've never looked down on her, you bastard! She's devoted herself to fighting for our wilderness's welfare. She even gave her own food to those who couldn't get enough to eat. Are you blind? Can't you see that? Why are you always targeting her!"
The Wolf King glanced at Luo Zhiheng with a gloomy look, then forcefully pushed the Bear King away and strode away.
"You damn guilty coward! You stop right there, or I'll kill you!" The Bear King roared furiously, only being pulled back by the Demoness to prevent him from rushing out to fight the Wolf King to the death.
Enraged, the demon kicked the bear king's bouncy rear end a few times, and said with a flirtatious smile, "What are you yelling about? You're disturbing your master. Didn't you see that the wolf king's expression is off? It's not that he angered the master, but now that the master is sick, no one can protect you. If you anger the wolf king, be careful he doesn't tear you apart alive."
The Bear King retorted defiantly, "So what? I'm not afraid of him!"
"You may not be afraid of him, but he could kill you. Don't be fooled by his animosity towards the master; he's actually wary of him. Now that the master can't protect you, if he really goes all out and cripples you, the master will be furious when he wakes up. Are you trying to avenge the master? I think you're just causing trouble for him!" The demoness grabbed his big ears and scolded him.
The bear king hung its head listlessly and remained silent.
The Wolf King, exuding murderous intent, arrived at the priest's residence and rushed in without even announcing himself. He was surrounded and eventually alerted Mu Yunhe.
When the Wolf King saw Mu Yunhe, it was as if a wolf had seen its enemy; its eyes were green, and its veins were bulging as it charged forward.
Mu Yunhe is just an ordinary person now, and someone like the Wolf King could easily kill him. However, there are hidden experts around Mu Yunhe, so the Wolf King cannot get close to Mu Yunhe and is instead entangled by those experts and cannot get away for the time being.
"What brings you here?" Mu Yunhe remained as taciturn as ever; it was Elder Tong who asked this question.
The Wolf King kicked a powerful fighter away, his handsome face darkening as he questioned Mu Yunhe, "What did you say to her? What did you do to her?"
Mu Yunhe frowned, a hint of unease and agitation flashing in his eyes. He knew that "she" was the female leader of the barbarians. She had promised to treat Luo Zhiheng, and after two days of her absence, he couldn't help but feel worried, but he didn't take the initiative to contact her.
The way he left her that day was very strange; it was as if he had become heartbroken in an instant. Even now, thinking about it brings him a silent sadness. He thought that if he didn't contact her, he wouldn't feel this way anymore, but now it seems that was just wishful thinking on his part. It's just that the presence of people around her has caused his emotions to fluctuate once again. Only Tianche remains.
He rarely spoke, but his tone was extremely cold: "What happened to her?"
"Stop pretending to be a good person! You think you don't know what happened to her? That day you took her away, those people blocked my way, and I didn't follow in time. When I found her, she was slumped over, looking dazed. You still dare to say you didn't do anything to her? I'm telling you, if anything happens to her, I won't let you off the hook!" The Wolf King roared viciously.
Mu Yunhe's deep pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to ask her what was wrong, but the Wolf King had already left.
After causing a ruckus, the Wolf King realized he had probably messed up and would cause trouble for Luo Zhiheng. So he calmed himself down and left immediately, otherwise he was afraid he might really lose control and kill Mu Yunhe.
The wolf king had no idea that his mere visit to cause trouble would unleash a huge uproar at the priest's residence.
Old Master Tong spoke with Mu Yunhe about this, subtly telling him not to do anything that would upset Luo Zhiheng, since Luo Zhiheng had only recently recovered, and not to contact the seemingly mysterious female leader, as the female leader had come with a purpose.
The wet nurse echoed this sentiment, absolutely protecting her young master. She could see day by day that Mu Yunhe seemed less and less attentive to Luo Zhiheng, and she feared that time would truly erode their feelings for each other. Therefore, she maintained a high level of vigilance towards Mu Yunhe, preventing any woman from approaching him.
Almost everyone sided with Luo Zhiheng, resisting the barbaric female leader. Because the female leader had changed Mu Yunhe, who had been silent for three years, they saw her as extremely dangerous.
Mu Yunhe remained expressionless and didn't utter a single word. Just then, a servant came to say that Luo Zhiheng had woken up and wanted to see him, so he took the opportunity to escape the barrage of questions from the group. However, facing Luo Zhiheng now, Mu Yunhe felt even more pressured.
Luo Ningshuang had indeed suffered terribly at the hands of Luo Zhiheng that day. Her tongue had been bitten by a rat, and she still spoke somewhat unclearly. She looked haggard, and upon seeing Mu Yunhe, she said with tears in her eyes, "Yunhe."
Mu Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back in front of her bed. His affection was gentler than when he looked at others. He looked at the face that was the most deeply etched in his memory. He couldn't bring himself to be truly cruel, but he also couldn't be as intimate and loving as he had been to Luo Zhiheng in his memory.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"I'm feeling better, but it still hurts a lot." To appear pitiful, Luo Ningshuang adopted her previous weak demeanor, always speaking in a tone that only reported good news and concealed the bad, hoping to evoke more sympathy and pity. However, she also knew that to avoid revealing any flaws, she had to imitate Luo Zhiheng, so she was now deliberately mimicking Luo Zhiheng in her speech and actions. She could see pity and expectation in the eyes of those people. 17.
Luo Ningshuang was so excited she almost cried. She hadn't expected to be in a coma for three years, and her heart was still throbbing. She secretly resented Luo Zhiheng's cruelty back then, but she was even more smug. See? She couldn't compete with her after all! Wasn't the final victory hers? She was the one who laughed last! Everything Luo Zhiheng had—men, wealth, status, favor, everyone's attention—now belonged to her. 17903393
Most importantly, she woke up three years later, having miraculously survived. Knowing that Mu Yunhe had protected her for three years, she naturally assumed that Mu Yunhe's protection was also Mu Yunhe's protection of her, Luo Ningshuang. She was overjoyed and proud, but also felt regretful. If only Luo Zhiheng could see all of this. But it was impossible, because Luo Zhiheng was already dead.
I heard from the servants that because Old Master Tong was unconscious, he also gave Luo Zhiheng's human pet a beating. However, it seemed that the guy named Luo Erduo was also dying, and then Luo Erduo really stopped breathing. He was then buried by them.
Luo Ningshuang now finally understood that Luo Erduo was essentially proof that Luo Zhiheng was still alive; knowing of Luo Erduo's existence allowed her to sense Luo Zhiheng. Luo Ningshuang was terrified, then overjoyed. The death of Luo Erduo proved that Luo Zhiheng was truly dead. From then on, controlling everything Luo Zhiheng left behind would be just around the corner.
Mu Yunhe felt slightly uncomfortable under her intense gaze, and without any hatred, he took a step back and said, "It will get better slowly."
His thoughts suddenly drifted to Luo Zhiheng. He wondered what was wrong with her and why she hadn't come for two days.
Luo Ningshuang was startled by Mu Yunhe's lukewarm attitude. This is how it is when a thief has a guilty conscience; the slightest disturbance will make her panic for a long time, for fear of being exposed.
"Are you unhappy?" Luo Ningshuang asked cautiously.
Mu Yunhe seemed not to hear her, his mind preoccupied with Luo Zhiheng's every move. Although they had only met four times and had not had much contact, he could remember every subtle action and word she uttered. Every time they met, something seemed off, and every time it was filled with tension.
Luo Ningshuang's face was grim. She had always been afraid of Mu Yunhe, and later, she fell in love with him and devoted herself to him. Although Mu Yunhe was now just an ordinary person, he had status, wealth, and power, which Luo Ningshuang was very satisfied with. Now, she wanted to capture Mu Yunhe's heart, make him fall in love with her, and make him forget Luo Zhiheng, so that she could completely replace Luo Zhiheng.
She carefully grasped Mu Yunhe's hand, but to her surprise, Mu Yunhe jerked his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, and looked at her with a gloomy expression.
Luo Ningshuang was terrified by that cold gaze, and covered her hands, choking back tears, "Yunhe, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Yunhe frowned slightly, looking at her with annoyance. Just a moment ago, he was shocked to discover that he did not like Luo Zhiheng's touch!
This discovery tore Mu Yunhe apart, and the guilt within him resurfaced. He repeatedly questioned himself: How could he not like her touch? How could he resist Aheng? She is your Aheng, how could you treat her like that? Hug her, kiss her, comfort her, she is your Aheng!
Mu Yunhe tried to take a step forward, wanting to hug her, but he just couldn't do it. His hands, which were hanging by his sides, ended up behind his back. He softened his voice and said, "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I was thinking about something and didn't notice."
Luo Ningshuang was shocked and angry, but dared not show it. She could only pretend to be gentle and aggrieved, saying, "I know, I don't blame you. Yunhe, can you hug me? Although I don't remember what happened between us, I just feel that you are very important to me. Seeing you makes me feel so at ease and happy. Yunhe, please hug me?"
He seemed to have no reason to refuse the request made by the woman he deeply loved. But Mu Yunhe's expression grew colder and colder; others might not notice, but Luo Ningshuang couldn't.
He slowly bent down, his movements deliberate. Luo Ningshuang's eyes were filled with anticipation and joy, but Mu Yunhe lowered his gaze slightly. His outstretched hand was interrupted by a joyful exclamation from outside: "Young Master is back?!"
Mu Yunhe himself didn't realize that for a moment he seemed to have been liberated, abruptly withdrawing his hand and standing up so quickly that Luo Ningshuang's face turned green. But what made Luo Ningshuang's face turn even greener was the exclamation. It was clearly the voice of Luo Zhiheng's wet nurse. The young master the wet nurse spoke of—who else could it be but Xia Beisong?
Luo Ningshuang no longer cared about Mu Yunhe's attitude; she was only shocked that Xia Beisong had returned at this time. She had once been fond of Xia Beisong, but her main purpose was simply to prevent Luo Zhiheng from being happy, so she sabotaged it. She had orchestrated Luo Zhiheng's marriage to the short-lived Mu Yunhe, but Luo Zhiheng later became too happy, and she became insanely jealous, always keeping an eye on Mu Yunhe, forgetting about Xia Beisong.
Just as she was about to achieve great things, Xia Beisong returned. Luo Ningshuang found him a nuisance and worried that he might discover some clues, making her very uneasy. However, a question immediately flashed through Luo Ningshuang's mind: her mother was a princess of the Silver Moon Kingdom, an escapee, so where would she get any brothers? If she didn't have any brothers, then where did this cousin of hers come from? Did she have some brothers who escaped with her mother? Luo Ningshuang now just wanted to get rid of this cousin.
Xia Beisong strode in, his armor weathered and worn. His once jade-like face now possessed a mature, masculine strength and charm, his youthful innocence replaced by a more heroic bearing. He rushed towards Luo Zhiheng, and upon seeing her, the burly man's eyes welled up with tears. He pulled her into his arms, saying, "Aheng, you're finally awake. I'm late. Aheng, I'm so sorry you suffered."
For a fleeting moment, Luo Ningshuang felt a sense of exhilaration. She thought to herself, "How wonderful it would be if Luo Zhiheng were alive! Look, my cousin, who used to dote on Luo Zhiheng, is now holding her tenderly!" But the next moment, Luo Ningshuang looked at Mu Yunhe. She was afraid that Mu Yunhe would be angry and take it out on her. However, Mu Yunhe had already turned away. She was slightly disappointed, then continued her act: "Let go of me. Who are you?"