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Volume 4, Chapter 142: Wedding

The high cliff face was covered with wild grass. Her body, having lost its strength, plummeted rapidly. The raging autumn wind lifted Wei Zijun's robes. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her arms, as if lying in the embrace of the wind.

She heard that cry of "Zijun—" echoing across the mountain peaks, and a surge of emotion welled up within her. Her second brother…

She promised to accompany him to Lucheng, yet she left him like this. Thinking back on the past few days, she hadn't given him a chance to hold her hand; he could only follow behind her, holding her sleeve as if afraid she might accidentally wander off, his whole world revolving around her. But she still left.

Second brother—she wanted to hug him.

She loved him after all, and no matter how much she tried to escape or hide it, she couldn't hide that fact. She loved him the most. She missed the days she spent with him in Lucheng, when they were carefree... After he went to the capital, her heart felt empty. She would miss him then, but she didn't understand what that faint longing meant.

She heard that heart-wrenching cry of "wind," and a deep sense of longing rose in her heart.

She loved her second brother the most, but the one she was most reluctant to part with was He Lu.

That longing had taken root in her heart, entwining and swirling, disturbing the tranquility of her soul. She couldn't abandon him; he had followed her to the death, from the Turks to Dayu, from Dayu to Tibet, never leaving her side through life and death.

How could she bear to abandon the man who had given up everything for her, who had abandoned his position and followed her closely?

No way.

She sighed deeply, swallowing the metallic taste rising in her throat. Her internal organs must have been injured; her powerless body could not stop the downward spiral.

Just then, she felt a strong gust of air approaching from above, disturbing her thoughts. She slowly opened her eyes, and a snow-white figure rushed towards her, like a giant roc spreading its wings. In an instant, it pressed against her body and held her tightly in its arms.

He Lu, it's him again. He shouldn't have come. This cliff is so steep, there's nowhere to put his footing. Even with all his martial arts skills, he would still fall like this. With his skill level, he's clearly just throwing his life away.

Before the thought could even form, a snapping sound rang out, and her body abruptly stopped. A thin tree trunk growing on the edge of the cliff had snagged on Wei Zijun's robe, and she grabbed onto the trunk.

He Luwei's body, which was gripping the tree trunk tightly, slid down rapidly, and Wei Zijun grabbed He Lude's arm tightly.

"He Lu... climb up quickly..." Wei Zijun was slightly out of breath from exerting all her strength.

He Lu clung to Wei Zijun's body, climbed up, and hugged her waist. Just as he was about to grab a branch, he heard a cracking sound as the branch snapped. The thin trunk couldn't support the weight of the two of them, and the bark was gradually cracking open.

He Lu gripped the tree trunk tightly, causing it to bend downwards. With all his might, he pulled Wei Zijun up the slender trunk. "Feng, sit here and wait. When he comes back, he'll be yours. Don't move, just wait here." He freed one hand to stroke her clothes, full of reluctance, and then squeezed her hand tightly. "Feng, I love you!" With that, he pulled away and was about to fall.

Wei Zijun gripped his loosened wrist tightly. "You can't go down. Wait for me..." She glanced at the valley floor hidden by the tangled trees below, adjusted her injured internal organs, and tried to use her inner strength to carry He Lu down.

He Lu grabbed her wrist with one hand, forcefully pulled her other hand away, and then fell backward.

"He Lu—" Wei Zijun cried out, and without a moment's thought, she jumped down.

She plummeted rapidly, opened her arms and hugged Heru, and the two of them embraced each other as they fell together.

Her body tumbled through the air, and as she landed, He Lu forcefully turned her body to one side. With a muffled thud, Wei Zijun felt as if her internal organs had been ripped apart. She lay helplessly on He Lu, her brows furrowed, biting her lower lip, enduring the excruciating pain in her chest and abdomen. It took her a while to calm down.

She remembered He Lu beneath her and hurriedly opened her eyes to look, only to see He Lu lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless.

"He Lu—" Wei Zijun called anxiously, shaking He Lu's head repeatedly, trying to wake him. After a while, He Lu groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the unharmed person in front of him, he smiled with relief.

When Wei Zijun saw that he was awake, she breathed a long sigh of relief and grinned foolishly. After laughing for a while, she realized that she was still on top of him, so she quickly got up.

"Don't get up, let me hold you for a while." He Lude Shou pulled Wei Zijun back into his arms, holding her tightly. "Feng—" he whispered in her ear, "I miss you—"

A gentle breeze swept through the valley, causing large swaths of Gesang flowers to dance lightly, and their loose strands of hair to intertwine... Wei Zijun buried her head in He Lu's shoulder, "I miss you too."

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In October, the Tanggula Valley is lush with green grass, interspersed with a slight yellow-green hue. Perhaps because the north wind doesn't reach there, the season at the bottom of the cliff is more than a month later than outside. Large swathes of green plants are exceptionally lush, while some prematurely aging plants have withered and turned yellow. However, the cosmos flowers that fill the valley bloom with extraordinary vibrancy.

Volume 4, Chapter 142: Wedding

A beautiful couple leaned against a thousand-year-old tree with an unusually thick trunk. Both of their white robes were stained. Wei Zijun had never seen herself so dirty. She looked at the white robes that had not been washed for many days. Now they were not only covered in dust, but also had large sleeves torn by the tree trunk. She couldn't help but frown her beautiful eyebrows.

He Lu sat to one side, his eyes darting over the exposed part of her arm, which was torn from her sleeve. Finally, unable to resist the temptation, he reached out and touched her fair, smooth arm.

Wei Zijun turned her head to take a closer look at He Lu's face. He was incredibly thin; he must have suffered a lot for her.

She sighed, "He Lu, if I'm not by your side..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Lu said, "I will die!"

"Nonsense!" Wei Zijun rebuked him. "I thought my parents were someone I would protect with my life, but they're gone, and I'm still living like this..."

“That’s different. Children are here to inherit from their parents, so children have to pass on their lineage. I can’t, I’ll die…” He grabbed her slender arm and forced her hand into his embrace.

"He Lu?" What is he doing?

"Touch yourself, how much flesh is left after all that you've tormented me?" he said resentfully.

Wei Zijun hesitated for a moment, then opened her palm and stroked his chest. The protruding ribs touched her fingers, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"If I hadn't missed seeing your body, if I hadn't clung to the last vestiges of hope, I would have been gone long ago." He Lu lowered his eyes as if he had been wronged.

"He Lu—" She pulled him close and hugged him tightly. "Don't treat me like this. I don't know how to return it to you." Why should she treat him like this?

She thought of her second brother's lonely figure, and she longed to hug his lonely body, to warm him, to comfort him... Perhaps, she also wanted to draw warmth from him.

She didn't want to hurt either of the two men; she would be sad if she hurt either of them.

She sighed heavily, her warm breath brushing against He Lu's neck. He Lu inhaled the scent emanating from her body, a greedy feeling rising within him. This was the only woman he loved, the only body he desired, the only scent he cherished—he longed to possess her completely.

"Feng, let's get married." He only accepts her body, likes her scent, and wants to be responsible for her.

Wei Zijun was taken aback. Marriage? Later, she laughed at him, "How can two grown men get married?" Perhaps she would never get married in her life.

"You're not a man!" He Lu said, slightly annoyed.

But everyone in the world thinks I'm a man.

"So what if you're a man? When you were a man, did I ever care? I'm afraid it's not because of your status, but because of him, isn't it?" That sour feeling was overwhelming, almost drowning Wei Zijun.

Wei Zijun was slightly lost in thought, and that lonely figure reappeared before her eyes. That figure had appeared several times in the few hours since she fell into the valley, which was rare for her. However, their relationship was ultimately hopeless. When she was naive about love, she treated him like a brother. When she learned that he had Lianwu, she kept him out of that door and never gave him a chance.

Now that he has become emperor and has a harem, she can only treat him as a brother. Romantic feelings must ultimately give way to the greater good of the nation.

"Wind—" He Lu felt a pang of sadness seeing Wei Zijun lost in thought. "Can't you even give me a perfunctory reply?"

“He Lu—” Wei Zijun grabbed his hand, her nose slightly tingling, her expression carrying a dreamlike beauty. “He Lu, do whatever you like.”

"You agreed?" In an instant, immense joy filled his chest. He Lu nestled against her, kissed her lips, and then suddenly jumped up and ran away.

"He Lu, you're injured—" Wei Zijun reminded him worriedly, but it quickly ran away. A little while later, it ran back happily, holding a few neatly trimmed grass roots in its hand. Then it gathered some soil to make a stove and inserted incense sticks into it.

He took Wei Zijun's hand and said, "Feng, let's pay our respects to Heaven and Earth."

Wei Zijun was stunned. A wedding ceremony with heaven and earth?! She hadn't expected him to do that.

Ignoring Ziju's astonished expression, Helu pulled her close and knelt down. "Heaven and earth bear witness, the sun and moon are our matchmakers, I, Helu, today marry Weifeng. From this day forward, we will be inseparable, forever bound together, through thick and thin..."

Eternal entanglement? Wei Zijun's lips twitched, feeling a little dizzy.

Volume 4, Chapter 142: Wedding

He Lu noticed that Wei Zijun was still standing there in a daze. "Feng, are you unwilling to marry me?"

"Huh?" Wei Zijun snapped out of her daze. "Yes! Bye! Bye!" She inwardly groaned. Who told her to agree so impulsively? But could she really take it seriously? She lifted the hem of her robe as if to kneel down, but she used too much force and her whole body crawled forward. Her jade-like face landed right on the mound of soil with the grass sticks stuck in it. Wei Zijun choked on the dirt and coughed twice. Then she covered her forehead and burst into uncontrollable laughter, laughing so hard she almost rolled around on the ground.

"Feng—" He Lu was getting angry, "You're not serious!"

"Really? Really?" Wei Zijun suppressed a laugh, rubbing her forehead where the grass stick had touched her, and repeated earnestly.

"You...you didn't take it seriously at all!"

"This...is indeed a game for children, isn't it?" she said truthfully, but noticing He Lu's increasingly dark face, she quickly changed her tune, "I wasn't taking it seriously—I didn't fall down on purpose..." She appeared very innocent, but her clear eyes still held a sparkling smile.

He Lu turned around, angrily walked to the tree and sat down, turning his back to Wei Zijun.

Wei Zijun realized she had messed up, hurt someone's feelings, and ruined the romantic atmosphere. All those vows of eternal love she had made had been rendered meaningless.

She wiped the dust off her face, and guiltily moved closer, sitting down behind He Lu. "He Lu, shall we pray again?"

He Lu remained silent, so Wei Zijun used her trump card, blocking He Lu's neck from behind and pulling him against her chest. She chuckled, "He Lu, I'll make it up to you with a gift, okay..." Before she could finish her sentence, He Lu sealed her lips with his.

He pulled her into his arms, a gesture tinged with punishment, yet also with long-suppressed longing and a love that pierced to the bone. He bit her tender, red lips. Wei Zijun frowned slightly, letting out a soft groan, but still couldn't bring herself to push him away. She let him release his pent-up longing onto her moist lips. She knew she owed him too much...

"Feng—I only feel happy when I'm with you." He Lu lay on Wei Zijun's lap, looking up at her, his brown eyes filled with a satisfied smile. He raised his hand to brush away the stray strands of hair from her forehead, gently touching the small scratch on her temple. "Feng, does it hurt?"

“No way.” Wei Zijun slightly curled the corners of her lips, fiddling with a blade of grass in her hand, weaving it into a grass ring. She took He Lu’s hand and put the grass ring on his middle finger.

He Lu stared in surprise at the grass ring on his hand. "What is this? A ring?"

"Okay." Wei Zijun nodded. "I'll make it up to you with this gift."

He Lu's eyes sparkled. "You made this for me yourself?"

“The wind—I love it.” He Lu wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’ll wear it for the rest of my life.”

"Mm." Wei Zijun nodded with a smile, her face flushed but slightly warm. It won't last a lifetime; it'll break down.

She took a deep breath, looked up at the cliff top, and her thoughts were churning with a heavy weight.

How is Second Brother? Will Dieyun and Liu Yunde be alright? Will Second Brother think she's dead again? Will he be heartbroken? This worry has never stopped since she arrived; she's truly worried about them.

In the valley at night, a gentle breeze carried a cool breeze, and they found a dry and clean cave to rest. The cave had clearly been inhabited before; besides a smooth stone bed, to their surprise, there were candles and flint, as well as a few yellowed old books neatly arranged at one corner of the stone bed—all of which were rare medical texts.

It must have been an extraordinary person who once lived here. They could come and go freely on this towering cliff, but who was that extraordinary person?

He Lu carried a thick layer of dry grass and laid it under Wei Zijun. To prevent the grass from scratching her delicate skin, he sat there and gently rubbed the large bundle of dry grass until it was soft. Seeing this, Wei Zijun was touched. "He Lu, there's no need to rub it. We're both wearing clothes, so it won't prick you."

"It will prick your arm, prick your face and neck." He rubbed it persistently. Wei Zijun sighed inwardly, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer with a little force. In the end, she couldn't bear to abandon him or hurt him.

In that instant, a figure flashed through her mind—the figure of Li Tianqi, so lonely and desolate, with eyes filled with deep longing, pain, and love… A sharp pain pierced her heart.

Why does it hurt so much? That pain doesn't originate from her, but from the depths of his heart; she senses the pain in his heart. And that pain stems from her.

It seems she brought him too much pain. Would he be able to live peacefully and calmly without her in his world, without her entanglements?

She loved both men, but one always stood in front of the other.