Ich bin ein Gott in der Chatgruppe aller Reiche

Kapitel 99

Chapter Sixty-Four: Two rows of beaded curtains hang along the imperial carriage road.

Yue Ruzheng turned around without a word and sat directly on the cold ground.

Yinglong and the others didn't know what had happened between her and Lian Junchu, but judging from the situation, their relationship was definitely not ordinary. Therefore, they couldn't go forward to dissuade her and could only wait silently in the distance.

Lian Junchu's breathing was uneven. He stood alone for a long time before finally taking a deep breath, lowering his voice, and forcing back his anxiety, saying, "Can you please stop doing this?"

"I don't ask for anything, I just want to stay, what's wrong with that?" Yue Ruzheng raised her head, her eyes resolute.

"What you need most right now is rest!" Lian Junchu felt like she could hardly breathe in her presence. "Please, stop being so stubborn, okay?"

Looking at his pale face, Yue Ruzheng felt a pang of pity, and her voice was filled with sorrow: "I didn't make things difficult for you. Do you really hate me that much that you won't let me stay a little longer?"

Lian Junchu didn't know how to persuade her, so she could only turn her back to her in silence.

Yue Ruzheng slowly took the seashell out of her bosom, held it in her palm, and said, "If you find me annoying, why did you take the seashell and hide it in your sleeve?"

His back trembled, and he suddenly turned around, immediately seeing the seashell in Yue Ruzheng's hand. Lian Junchu felt her head explode, and for some reason, she strode forward, her face pale, and said, "Why did you touch my clothes?"

"Then why did you take my things?!" Yue Ruzheng shouted, her hands on the ground. "Did you want me to have nothing left to hold onto?!"

Lian Junchu stubbornly replied, "I don't want you to always live in the past, is that wrong?"

Yue Ruzheng was panting heavily. She tried to stand up, leaning on her sword, but her legs were too weak to support her. Lian Junchu watched her struggle and suddenly the image of Lian Junqiu falling to the ground last night flashed through his mind. The winding trail of blood seemed to still be flowing before his eyes.

He turned around, trembling, his lips almost bleeding from being bitten.

"Why are you still standing there in a daze?!" He shouted angrily at Ying Long and the others who were standing in the distance for the first time.

Ying Long rushed forward and, together with another person, lifted Yue Ruzheng onto his shoulders and helped her up. Yue Ruzheng was trembling all over. She didn't know if it was because of her internal injuries or because she was too emotional. Right now, there was only one person in her mind who could occupy her completely, only one person who could make her disregard life and death, even if she was in so much pain that she fainted, she didn't want to leave.

Seeing Yue Ruzheng's pale face and weak hair, Yinglong anxiously said to Lian Junchu, "Young Master, this can't go on!"

Lian Junchu took a deep breath and walked blankly to Yue Ruzheng. She saw that Yue Ruzheng's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but her expression was terrifyingly stubborn, and even her eyes were filled with the determination to die.

She couldn't utter a single word, only staring at him with that piercing gaze, as if trying to see right through him.

"If you want to die in front of me, kill me first!"

Lian Junchu, uttering these words with trembling hands, was uttering them with utter exhaustion, feeling as if he were about to collapse. Yet he forced himself to stand upright.

The deathly intent in Yue Ruzheng's eyes gradually melted away. She forcefully broke free from their support and opened her arms to hug Lian Junchu's shoulders.

The people on both sides were stunned. Lian Junchu was shocked, but fearing that she would lose control again, she could only let her hug her, lower her eyes and remain silent.

"Go back to the city." After a long while, he whispered in her ear.

Yue Ruzheng was unsteady on her feet, all her strength was on her arms, and although the sharp spikes on his shoulders could not penetrate her clothes, they still hurt her painfully.

She hesitated before raising her head to face Lian Junchu. He didn't look directly at her, but gazed at the ground, appearing much calmer and gentler than before.

"Will you come again?" Yue Ruzheng's words were filled with uncertainty, yet also with anticipation.

Lian Junchu hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes."

"Really?" Yue Ruzheng wrapped her arms around his neck, following his downcast gaze.

He pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

After receiving Lian Junchu's promise, Yue Ruzheng finally left with Ying Long. Perhaps she had no other way out. Even deep down, she couldn't be sure if Lian Junchu would really come back to find her, but she could only force herself to believe that he wouldn't leave quietly again.

Watching her departing figure, Lian Junchu felt as if he were about to be crushed, his whole body aching and his head throbbing. Since leaving Seven Star Island and arriving at Tingyu Manor, a series of events had come crashing down on him, and with the appearance of Yue Ruzheng, he had hardly slept well these past few days. Sometimes he even wondered if he was about to collapse.

Several of his subordinates stood silently to one side. He slowly walked to the carriage, leaned against the wheel, and sat down by the roadside. He wanted to close his eyes and give himself some time to catch his breath, but he couldn't calm down at all.

The divine pearl that should have been retrieved was not retrieved, Mo Li's whereabouts were unknown, and even who killed Lian Junqiu was uncertain. He stared blankly ahead, calculating in his mind, and suddenly felt that he could be described in four words.

He accomplished nothing.

Yes, nothing has been accomplished.

So what if you spent three whole years practicing swordsmanship by the sea from sunrise to sunset every day? So what if you jumped off the high cliffs again and again, carving deep marks on the rocks with your twin swords? So what if you seemed to have been reborn and appeared in the martial arts world you once despised, able to face all kinds of gazes without batting an eye?

Only you truly know yourself. Behind your forced composure in the face of all kinds of provocation, ridicule, and curses lies nothing more than a heart that has been in constant turmoil.

His subordinates always revered him as a god, and to those unaware of his true nature, he seemed omnipotent. He always presented himself in this manner, hiding anything that might expose his weaknesses from everyone.

But what's the use of that?

Lian Junqiu died right in front of him, just like many years ago when his only relative in the world fell in a desolate place, and he was just as powerless to help.

At this critical moment, Yue Ruzheng, despite being severely injured, stubbornly insisted on staying by his side. He felt as if he were trapped in a deep quagmire, struggling to move forward and unable to break free.

Perhaps Yue Ruzheng is also forever bound by past feelings, unable to wake up from her old dreams.

Ever since he bit off the piece of jade tied to the seashell, he had wanted to sever all ties of love and hate. At the very least, he wanted Yue Ruzheng to sever all ties with the past. He asked himself if it was truly his fault that had caused her so much pain. If so, there was no need to continue this entanglement.

Ironically, he was furiously condemning Yue Ruzheng for not trusting him back then, but now, looking back, he asked himself: Lian Junchu, what right do you have to earn anyone's trust?

He muttered those words to himself, enduring the excruciating pain.

Time, which had seemed to stand still, finally began to tick by. The swordsmen guarding the carriage had been enduring this agonizing silence for a long time, daring not to utter a word. The sun was high in the sky, yet the air was bitterly cold. Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats broke the deathly silence.

Someone immediately stepped forward, craning their neck to look in the direction of the cavalry, and whispered to their companions behind them, "They're here!"

As they spoke, dust billowed up on the road leading to the county town, and a caravan of horses galloped by. The horses were all from the Western Regions, with high heads and phoenix tails, their hooves like treading on clouds. The riders were all dressed in dark blue, close-fitting short-sleeved outfits, carrying two white swords on their shoulders, their tassels fluttering.

In the middle of the caravan, four strong men carried a blue velvet palanquin with dangling floral patterns, moving with incredible speed. The blue curtains on the palanquin fluttered, occasionally revealing a corner of the garment of the person inside—a magnificent robe adorned with emerald feathers and shimmering pearls.