Im Flur hängt der Mond, eine Mondsichel

Kapitel 2

Farewell to the Capital

[Updated: 2005-12-28 1:12:07 Word Count: 3446]

After the Battle of Kurikara Valley, only about 20,000 Taira soldiers survived and returned to Heian-kyo. Almost every household in the capital was in mourning; orphans and widows filled the streets, and the cries of those searching for their husbands and children were deafening. The entire city of Heian-kyo was plunged into grief. The Taira clan was especially heartbroken; the princes were devastated, and the women wept uncontrollably. Tomomori, in particular, locked himself in his room after returning and never came out again. To make matters worse, Taira no Koremori also suffered a crushing defeat at the Battle of Fujigawa against the armies of Minamoto no Yoritomo and Yoshitsune, and hastily fled back with the remaining Taira troops. With one piece of bad news after another, the Taira clan had no time to grieve before they had to immediately discuss their next move, as Kiso Yoshinaka's army was approaching Heian-kyo, and the Taira's current forces were no match for them. --------------------------- "Xiaoxue, is Fourth Brother still not coming out?" Shigehira asked anxiously. Of all these events, the only thing that brought a sigh of relief was that Shigehira had fully recovered. Koyuki nodded and whispered, "Brother Chimori must still be blaming himself. All the way here, he's been blaming himself for underestimating the enemy, which is why..." Remembering her brother's painful cries in the early morning, her heart trembled slightly. She shook her head, not wanting to recall that hellish battle. "Third Brother, what should we do now? Kiso Yoshinaka is about to approach the capital, and even the nearby temples are joining the attack. We only have twenty or thirty thousand troops now, which is far from enough," Shigehira said worriedly. Munemori frowned, pondered for a long time, and suddenly said, "For now, I'm afraid the only option is to go to Kyushu for refuge." As he spoke, a trace of sorrow and helplessness appeared in his eyes. Kansai Kyushu—wasn't that the ancestral home of the Taira clan? "Leave?" Shigehira stood up abruptly. "Are we just going to give up everything that our Taira clan has worked so hard to build?" He looked utterly unwilling. "Are we supposed to fight them head-on if we don't leave? We're not only leaving, we're taking Tokuko and Emperor Antoku with us! I've made up my mind, Shigehira. I'm the head of the family." Munemori's tone hardened. Shigehira's face turned pale, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something. "I agree with Munemori-nii's idea," Koyuki suddenly interjected. Shigehira looked up at her, and she nodded to him, saying, "As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn. A direct confrontation now isn't a wise approach. Brothers, don't forget that Yoshinaka isn't the only Minamoto clan that has risen in rebellion. If Yoshinaka occupies the capital now, other Minamoto clans, like Yoritomo, probably won't just stand by and watch him monopolize power. There will inevitably be a struggle. When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured. Why don't we take this opportunity to recuperate in Kyushu and then rise again?" Having spent almost two years with Yoritomo, she could tell he was an ambitious man; he would never allow Yoshinaka to hold power so easily. Therefore, she was betting on Munemori's side. If they successfully escaped to Kyushu, the Taira clan would definitely regroup and make a comeback. With Yoshitsune's help, Yoritomo would be even more powerful. The image of that elegant young man with the faint scent of plum blossoms flashed through her mind again. He must come back; it was a promise. His gentle words still seemed to echo in her ears. Here it came again. Every time she thought of him, a dull, intermittent throbbing pain would grip her chest. Yoshitsune—she didn't know when she would see him again. She wanted to see him, but she was also afraid, because she didn't know where they would meet. A flicker of surprise and admiration flashed in Zong Sheng's eyes. He nodded and said, "Xiao Xue is right. Leaving isn't giving up. We will return to the capital." Shigeaki gazed deeply at Xiao Xue, saying nothing. "That's right. We, the Heike family, don't give up so easily." The sliding door suddenly opened, and Zhi Sheng stepped in. His face was still pale, but a slight glimmer of life had returned to his eyes. "Chimori! Fourth Brother!" Munemori and Shigehira looked at Chimori, who had regained some of his spirits, with a mixture of surprise and joy. Chimori sat down and looked at Munemori, saying, "I will make Kiso Yoshinaka pay for this debt tenfold!" "Yes, that's my brothers. No matter how badly we lose, we must never give up hope." Koyuki breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Chimori regain his spirits. She kept telling herself that she couldn't think about Minamoto no Yoshitsune anymore. He was a member of the Minamoto family. The only thing she had to do now was to protect the Taira clan and the people in this family together with her brothers. "Third Brother, we have to leave quickly. We can't delay any longer," Chimori reminded her. Munemori nodded as if he had made up his mind and said, "We'll leave tomorrow night. Chimori, take Tokuko and Emperor Antoku with you tomorrow. Shigehira, go and gather all the Taira troops you can. I'll summon all the Taira clan members here tomorrow. Koyuki, please take care of the women here." Koyuki responded, but a sense of melancholy crept into her heart. Leaving so soon, so quickly. Is it time to say goodbye to Heian-kyo again? This time, who knows when I'll be back... Is there anything in Heian-kyo I can't let go of? Yes, Fujiwara no Narifumi, that playboy who always made her angry—she won't have to put up with his temper anymore. But why does she feel a faint sense of loss? Perhaps it's because she'll no longer have anyone to confide in... Narifumi seems to understand her feelings better than her brothers... ================================================= The next day, night. In the courtyard where the court lady-in-waiting Yuugiri resides, Fujiwara no Narifumi and Yuugiri are enjoying wine and admiring the moon. "Lord Narifumi, you always forget something when you come," the beautiful Yuugiri says softly, leaning against Narifumi. "Oh?" Cheng Fan raised an eyebrow dismissively. "It's your heart." Xi Wu reached out her slender hand and touched his chest. He smiled slightly and gently embraced her, saying, "How could that be? My heart has always been by your side, my beauty." "Is that so? I feel like only your body is here, Lord Cheng Fan. Has your heart flown elsewhere?" Xi Wu continued with a coquettish laugh. Is that so? Has it flown elsewhere? Suddenly, the image of that girl's crystal-clear eyes flashed into his mind. Why did a girl like her choose this path? Her once carefree eyes had begun to hide her emotions, and a hint of sadness lingered beneath her radiant smile. Was what she wanted to protect really that important? What exactly was the feeling of wanting to protect something so important? "Lord Cheng Fan, you're like a gust of wind." Xi Wu smiled, but a hint of bitterness lingered beneath her smile. Cheng Fan smiled, elegantly taking a sip of wine, and said gently, "Wind? What kind of wind?" "You move among all sorts of people, making it easy for women to admire you. Countless women surround you, and you treat them all well, tenderly, lovingly, and protectively, yet you never show true affection. You are also unpredictable, like a gentle wind that blows past everyone and then leaves without a trace," Xi Wu said softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Hehe..." Cheng Fan's lips curled into a perfect smile. "I'm afraid," he narrowed his eyes, seemingly hiding everything, and laughed, "I'm afraid that the woman I love will fly to the moon like Princess Kaguya, never to return." "Hehe," Xi Wu laughed, covering her face with her fan, "Lord Cheng Fan, you're quite the joker." He smiled, looked up at the moon, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded. "I think I should take my leave." He stood up gently, smiling softly. A fleeting hint of disappointment flashed in Yugiri's eyes, yet she still spoke softly, "Lord Narifumi, are you going back so early?" Narifumi's smile deepened, and he leaned down, whispering gently in her ear, "Didn't you say I'm like a gust of wind? Then how can a gust of wind always stay in one place?" Watching his retreating figure, Yugiri could no longer hide her disappointment, murmuring, "Lord Narifumi, will your gentle breeze blow like this forever?" Outside the palace, Fujiwara no Narifumi had just boarded the oxcart that had come to fetch him when someone quickly approached his carriage and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, are you Lord Fujiwara no Chunagon?" The voice seemed to belong to the Grand Councilor, a fellow member of the court. What was he doing here so late? Narifumi gently pulled back the curtain and smiled, "Grand Councilor, what's wrong? Why are you still here so late?" The Grand Councilor looked at him mysteriously and said, "Don't you know? The Minister of the Interior, along with the lord and all the Taira clan, have fled the capital!" What! "The entire Taira clan has left?" Narifumi's cypress fan fell to the ground with a thud. The Great Counselor stared at him in surprise. How could the usually elegant and composed Middle Counselor be so distraught? It seemed this was truly a major event. "Why?" Narifumi asked, regaining his composure. "Oh dear, Middle Counselor, you are far too indifferent to court affairs. Haven't you heard that Kiso Yoshinaka of the Minamoto clan is about to enter the capital? After the battle of Kurikara, the Taira clan was severely weakened and no match for the Minamoto clan, so they fled, didn't they?" The Great Counselor seemed somewhat gloating. Narifumi bent down and gently picked up the cypress fan. When he looked up again, that unchanging smile was on his lips: "Actually, it doesn't matter who comes. Whether it's the Taira or the Minamoto, it's none of our business. They fight their wars, and we'll continue with our lives." The Great Counselor laughed and said, "Indeed, indeed. But a life like the Middle Counselor's, so admired by women, is truly enviable." Narifumi maintained his smile and said softly, "Then, farewell." He lowered the curtain. The moment the curtain was lowered, the smile on Narifumi's face vanished. The Taira people had all left, so she must have left too. Why was he so restless? He felt a feeling he had never experienced before. Would he ever see her again? If he could never see her smiling face again, never hear her voice again, never—just thinking about it made his heart ache slightly. He gently pressed his hand to his chest. Why did it hurt here…? Had his heart already…? Little bird, have you just flown away like that? Have you flown away like Princess Kaguya?

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[Updated: 2005-12-28 1:13:34 Word Count: 5092]

Four days later, Yoshinaka led his army into Heian-kyo and enthroned Retired Emperor Go-Shirakawa as acting regent. Having entered the capital, Yoshinaka effectively became the retired emperor. At his behest, the emperor appointed him Shogun Asahi, and his generals received generous rewards. After consulting with his court nobles, Retired Emperor Go-Shirakawa decided to enthrone his fourth son, who was still in Kyoto, as Emperor Go-Toba. Just as Narifumi had predicted, the court continued to function as before; the conflict between the Taira and Minamoto clans seemed to have little impact on them. Having seized control of the imperial court, Yoshinaka immediately became extremely arrogant, and his subordinates became undisciplined, running rampant and abusing their power in Kyoto, causing widespread public resentment. Furthermore, Yoshinaka, of humble origins, was completely ignorant of etiquette and spoke rudely and vulgarly. To entertain the court nobles with large covered bowls used by country folk, the rice was piled high and then topped with vegetables, as if serving poor relatives from the countryside, greatly displeasing the nobles who considered themselves refined and elegant. They cursed him inwardly, calling him a "country bumpkin!" Before even establishing himself in the capital, Yoshinaka had already incurred widespread discontent both within and outside the court. Meanwhile, the Taira clan, having fled to Kyushu and settled down, began to systematically eliminate their rival powerful clans, unifying Kyushu, Shikoku, and parts of Kansai. They absorbed samurai from the western regions, established a base in Ichi-no-Tani in Settsu, recruited soldiers, and prepared for a comeback. ================================================== It was unclear how many springs had passed since they arrived in this era. Looking at the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard, Koyuki's thoughts drifted. These past few days, the Taira clan's strength seems to be slowly recovering. The brothers are gradually regaining their ambition, intensifying their training of troops, especially the navy, preparing to seize the opportunity to recapture Kyoto and restore their former glory. News of Kiso Yoshinaka's exploits in Kyoto has reached here; he doesn't seem like someone capable of conquering the world. So what about Minamoto no Yoritomo? A thought struck her. Why hasn't he taken any action yet? Could it be—he's waiting for an opportunity? "Xue, what are you daydreaming about?" She looked up to see Munemori and Shigehira walking towards her. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Shigehira asked again. "Nothing. By the way, where's Tomori-nii?" she asked in return. Munemori looked at her and said, "Tomomori is still training the navy at Ichinotani Iwa." Since arriving in Kyushu, Tomori has devoted almost all his time to training the navy; he's probably unwilling to give up. To the west of Ichi-no-Tani Rock lies the entrance to Ichi-no-Tani Castle, and to the east, the entrance to Ikuta Forest Castle. It's a rock formation about three ri (approximately 1.5 kilometers) long from east to west, backed by a steep mountain range about 200 meters high, forming a screen-like enclosure. The terrain is extremely strategic. The Taira clan's base is located here, backed by such a steep rock face, with the sea in front. As long as the east and west entrances are secured, this place is a veritable fortress. "Oh, how's the naval training going? Is it progressing smoothly?" Koyuki asked. Being near the sea, naval battles are likely unavoidable. Kansai, being a coastal region, has many people skilled in swimming, and naval warfare is a significant weakness for the Minamoto clan. Therefore, the Taira clan has the advantage in naval battles. "It went smoothly, but," Zong Sheng hesitated, noticing Xiao Xue's questioning gaze, while Chong Heng continued, "I'm afraid the ships might lose their balance and capsize during battle, so we can't make any sudden movements on board. Otherwise, we might not be able to utilize our advantages." Xiao Xue narrowed her eyes. This scenario seemed familiar; she thought she'd read about it in some book. Where was it? She racked her brains, and suddenly a thought struck her. That's right, the Battle of Red Cliffs! She'd learned about it in her Chinese class before. Although it was a failure, they could still learn from the useful parts. Her face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly said, "Brothers, I have a plan! We can connect the bows, sterns, and middle of our boats with ropes, and lay planks between them; this way, the boats can pass each other freely, just like on land, and they won't capsize due to loss of balance during a fierce battle." In the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao's army used iron chains, which were impossible to untie when burned. But learning from that lesson, we can use ropes here. Once they catch fire, they can be cut with a knife. Besides, the Yuan family army is definitely not as clever as Zhuge Liang, nor do they have any inside help; they probably wouldn't even think of using fire. Sure enough, Zong Sheng and Chong Heng looked enlightened. Chong Heng made no attempt to hide his surprise, staring at Xiao Xue in disbelief, while Zong Sheng gazed at her thoughtfully. "Great idea! How did you come up with this idea?" Chong Heng asked eagerly. “Hmm, I heard this story when I was little in the Song Kingdom. It’s a story from the Three Kingdoms period of our country, so I thought it might work.” Xiaoxue quickly made up an excuse. Actually, she wasn’t lying; she just learned it in Chinese class. “I see.” Zongsheng nodded and said to Chongheng, “Why don’t you go to Ichinotani now and tell Zhisheng and the others about this method?” Chongheng agreed and walked out. Only Zongsheng and Xiaoxue remained in the corridor. Xiaoxue looked up. Zongsheng was still staring at her. He was as aloof as ever in his ice-blue robe, but his eyes were a little strange, with a hint of inquiry. “Brother Zongsheng, what’s wrong?” Xiaoxue smiled at him. He smiled faintly, his thin lips slightly parted: "Xiaoxue, you've really grown up. You're no longer that willful little girl. How many more surprises will you give us?" He paused, then continued, "Sometimes, I'm really curious where you've been these past few years, and who you've met. Otherwise, how could you have changed so much?" "I, I..." Xiaoxue, under his gaze, which was as dark and icy as ice, suddenly didn't know how to explain. "However, Xiaoxue has always had many strange thoughts since she was little. Perhaps this change isn't surprising, is it?" A warmth seemed to well up in his deep eyes, breaking through the thin layer of ice. Xiaoxue smiled somewhat embarrassedly. She had indeed done quite a few embarrassing things when she was little, but whenever she got into trouble, it was always Chongheng and Zhisheng who took the blame. Chongheng always spoiled her so much that she was unruly, while Zhisheng always took the blame unwillingly. Zong Sheng looked at her gentle smile, and his heart fluttered. The trials of war had given his sister's smile a more mature air, a captivating beauty that was even more striking than before. He gazed at her smile, unwilling to look away for a long time. "My lord, so you're here. Lady Tsuneko requests your presence." The servant's voice abruptly pulled his gaze back. He nodded to Xiao Xue, smiled slightly, and turned to leave. Suddenly, Xiao Xue's voice came from behind: "Brother Zong Sheng, keep that smile, okay?" Zong Sheng paused, then whispered, "Silly girl." But a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------- About three months later, news arrived that Kiso Yoshinaka was going to lead his troops to Kansai Kyushu to attack the Taira clan. This time, the entire Taira clan was eager to fight, especially Tomomori, who was determined to avenge their previous defeat. Zong Sheng dispatched Shigehira, who had never lost a battle, as the commander-in-chief, and Tomomori as the deputy commander, to meet the Kiso army. Shigehira cleverly lured the Minamoto clan's army from Kiso to Bitchu Island, making a naval battle inevitable. Shigehira and Tomomori tied over a thousand warships together with ropes, allowing the Taira warriors to move effortlessly on board. As the Minamoto ships drew near, Shigehira engaged them head-on, while Tomomori attacked from the rear. Caught in a pincer movement, the Kiso army was no match for the Taira's naval expertise, suffering heavy casualties and a crushing defeat. Just as Kiso Yoshinaka was preparing to regroup for another battle, a sudden change occurred in Heian-kyo, a thousand miles away. Taking advantage of Yoshinaka's campaign in Kansai, the court nobles, dissatisfied with his actions, seized control of the Kyoto garrison and, using the edict of Emperor Go-Shirakawa, declared Yoshinaka an enemy of the court. When this news reached Yoshinaka, he was naturally enraged. He abandoned his campaign against the Taira and hastily led his troops back to Kyoto. Upon returning, still furious, he decided to declare himself emperor. Unbeknownst to him, this foolish act had given Minamoto no Yoritomo, who was eyeing the city from afar in Kamakura, a golden opportunity. -------------------------------------------------------- Kamakura, Minamoto no Yoritomo's residence. Upon receiving the news, Minamoto no Yoritomo smiled with excitement. He put down the letter in his hand and slowly said to Masako and Yoshitsune beside him, "Our opportunity has finally arrived." Masako smiled slightly and said, "My lord, this is wonderful." "Brother, should we send troops immediately?" Yoshitsune rarely saw his brother so excited. Yoritomo nodded and said in a deep voice, "Immediately dispatch 100,000 troops, led by you and Noriyuki, to the capital under the pretext of punishing the court traitors." Yoshitsune bowed his head and said, "Please rest assured, elder brother, just wait for our good news." A subtle, unreadable look appeared in Yoritomo's eyes as he said, "This time it's not an attack on the Taira clan, but on our own clan, the Minamoto clan. Don't you have anything to say?" Yoshitsune raised his head, looking calmly at Yoritomo, and said sincerely, "Elder brother's enemy is my enemy, Kuro's enemy." A satisfied smile flashed across Yoritomo's face as he looked at Masako and said, "Once we deal with Yoshinaka, the next one will be the Taira clan. Speaking of which, Yoshinaka did do a good thing; last time at Kurikara, he severely weakened the Taira clan, leaving them barely alive. But this time—" "Elder brother, if we attack the Taira clan, what are your plans…?" Yoshitsune's tone became somewhat anxious. A cold glint flashed in Yoritomo's eyes as he uttered, each word distinct: "Exterminate them all." Yoshitsune's face paled, his lips trembling slightly. Exterminate them all? Would no one from the Taira clan be spared? What about Yuki? And his childhood friends, Tomomori and Shigehira, would they all be doomed? Yuki, why hadn't she returned? Had something happened? Or had she gone to Kyushu with the Taira clan? Where was she? Was she no longer going to keep her promise? Yes, now that the Minamoto and Taira clans were at war, it would likely escalate. She might already hate him. The Taira and Minamoto clans were destined to reach this point, and as a member of the Minamoto clan, he couldn't escape this fate. But no matter what, when that day came, he would do everything in his power to protect her, never allowing anyone to harm her, not even—his own brother. Thinking this, he glanced at Yoritomo, who seemed lost in thought, a rare tenderness flickering in his eyes. "By the way, I've heard that the masked samurai of the Taira clan is extremely mysterious. He never speaks, and no one has ever seen his true face," Masako suddenly said. "I've heard he's killed countless people, all with a single stab to the throat. He's a truly ruthless man." "Next time we attack the Taira, I'd like to experience his skills firsthand," Yoshitsune said softly. When did the Taira produce such a figure? He was curious to see for himself. "The more people like him there are, the greater the obstacle they pose to us. So it's best if they disappear," Yoritomo said coldly. Yoshitsune nodded and said nothing more. === ... She shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore, and turned to walk out of the courtyard. Just as she stepped out, she suddenly heard a clear, melodious flute tune coming from somewhere. She smiled; in the Taira family, no one but the youngest son, Taira Atsumori, could play the flute so elegantly and delicately, so plaintively. Since returning to the Taira family, she hadn't seen Atsumori many times; he seemed to prefer studying music alone in his room rather than military strategy and martial arts. Following the sound, Xiaoxue found him by the pond behind the mansion. Dressed in pure white casual clothes, he leaned against a vibrant peach tree, intently playing his turquoise flute. He seemed completely absorbed in his music, his eyes slightly closed, his thick eyelashes trembling, his beauty surpassing even that of a woman. The vibrant peach blossoms fluttered like snowflakes, and the handsome young man's elegant music created a scene of dreamlike beauty, like a painting. For a moment, Xiaoxue was captivated, secretly lamenting that such an ethereal young man like Dunsheng was born at the wrong time. "This music is only found in heaven; how often can one hear it on earth?" When the piece ended, Xiaoxue smiled and walked over, sitting down beside Dunsheng. "Ah... Sister... Sister..." Dunsheng was startled, his face immediately turning red. What a shy boy! Xiaoxue's smile deepened. "What brings you out today? I haven't seen you in ages." Xiaoxue looked at him with a grin. He fiddled with his flute, head bowed, seemingly unsure what to say. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Xiaoxue stood up, casually picked a peach blossom, and sat down again, gently tugging at the petals. "Sister, when will our war with the Genji end?" Atsumori suddenly asked, head bowed. Xiaoxue looked at him with pity and whispered, "I don't know, but I think it shouldn't be too late." "Sister, I—I hate endless war." He suddenly raised his head, looking at Xiaoxue. Looking into his clear, spring-like eyes, Xiaoxue's heart skipped a beat. How could she not hate war? How could she not want to kill? But… her expression dimmed, unsure how to comfort Atsumori. "Sister, your eyes are as pure as this lake." "Atsumori seemed to have discovered something, and a childlike smile suddenly appeared on his face. Koyuki was startled, then smiled back. Such a simple and elegant young man, if he had been born earlier, could surely have fully expressed himself in his beloved art; but unfortunately, he was born in this chaotic time. What could be done but feel sorry for him? This was the fate of all the Taira clan, the fate of endless battles with the Minamoto clan. 'A person with such eyes must also have a pure heart.' Atsumori seemed to have relaxed, smiled slightly, and picked up his flute again, gently beginning to play. A pure heart? Koyuki looked at the innocent-looking Atsumori, a bitter feeling rising in her heart. Her own hands were already stained with blood. If Atsumori knew that the sister beside him was the ruthless Demon Mask, would he still use the word 'pure' to describe her? To the accompaniment of Atsumori's melodious flute music, Koyuki gazed at the falling peach blossoms, her heart seemingly growing heavy..."

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[Updated: 2005-12-28 1:14:33 Word Count: 3912]

"Koyuki, Atsumori, you're both here," a sudden voice broke the smoky atmosphere. Koyuki turned around to see Shigehira, dressed in a pale yellow robe, smiling at them, his eyes brimming with excitement. "Brother Shigehira, you seem to have something to be happy about?" Koyuki asked, puzzled. It had been a long time since she'd seen Shigehira so joyful, not even after their several victories over Kiso Yoshinaka. "Kiso Yoshinaka is dead!" His voice trembled with excitement. "Huh?" Koyuki was taken aback. "How did he die?" It seemed too fast, unbelievable. "Just as you predicted, infighting broke out within the Minamoto clan. Minamoto no Yoritomo sent 100,000 troops to invade the capital. Yoshinaka couldn't withstand them; 50,000 of his men were wiped out, and he committed suicide." Yoshinaka was dead, so was Tomoe Gozen dead too? The thought that even that incomparably beautiful woman had met a tragic end filled Koyuki with a sense of melancholy. "And what about Tomoe Gozen?" she couldn't help but ask. Shigehira's smile faded, a complex expression flashing across his face. "I heard that towards the end, Yoshinaka softened and couldn't bear to let her die there, so he ordered her to break through the encirclement on her own. Tears streaming down her face, she said, 'Then let me fight one more battle for you!' So, she easily defeated the Musashi general Tsuchimikado Shige, who was charging towards her, and beheaded him with a single stroke. Then she broke through the encirclement and disappeared without a trace." Tomoe Gozen wasn't dead. Koyuki felt a sense of relief. It would have been such a pity if such a woman had died. "It seems that Yoshinaka was also a man of deep feelings. He's quite admirable," she blurted out. For some reason, she felt a pang of sympathy for Tomoe Gozen and Yoshinaka. Fate was cruel. If there hadn't been a war, they would surely have been an enviable couple. She glanced at Shigehira, whose eyes seemed to hold a hint of regret. "If one can fight alongside the one they love, even dying in battle is a kind of happiness," he said softly, gazing at Koyuki. She felt a pang of nervousness at his gaze, as if his words were hinting at something. She quickly changed the subject: "So, was it Minamoto no Yoritomo who led the troops this time?" Upon hearing this, Shigehira's expression changed slightly. He shook his head and said, "The commander-in-chief is Minamoto no Yoshitsune." Yoshitsune... Xiaoxue's body trembled slightly. Here it came again. The pain in her chest began to spread again. Minamoto no Yoritomo's army—she should have known long ago that Yoshitsune was leading the troops. Why did she even ask, to uncover this heartbreaking answer? "Ushiwaka... the descendants of the Minamoto clan are indeed not lacking in talent." Shigehira's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I truly underestimated him back then." "Then, Fifth Brother, is Minamoto no Yoritomo going to deal with us next?" Atsumori, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. At this moment, the excitement in Shigehira's eyes intensified. He nodded and said, "If that's the case, then we can have a good, decisive battle and wipe out the Minamoto clan in one fell swoop. The day when our Taira clan returns to the capital is not far off." Indeed, the Taira clan had regrouped an army of over 100,000 in recent days, and their strength had increased. But could they really wipe out the Minamoto clan in one fell swoop, as Shigehira said? Finally, would this day come? From then on, they would only meet on the battlefield, strangers to each other. All that had happened before would be a thing of the past. Perhaps, one day, she would die by his hand... Her heart seemed to ache more and more... "Atsumori, please play one more tune," she said softly. Atsumori nodded, the flute resting on her lips. To the sound of the flute, as beautiful as celestial music, she leaned weakly against the peach tree, closed her eyes, and suddenly felt so tired, not wanting to think about anything anymore. "Koyuki..." Shigehira hesitated, then sat down beside her, gazing at her quietly. A breeze rises, petals flutter, and beneath the tree, a boy plays the flute; a beautiful girl leans gently against the tree; a handsome man stands silently by; each lost in their own thoughts, the three together create a beautiful scene amidst the falling blossoms. Kiso Yoshinaka, once a powerful and valiant figure, yet also as unfortunate as Xiang Yu, vanished into the dust; the legendary woman Tomoe Gozen disappeared without a trace; and Yoshinaka's army, scattered across the land, scattered like birds and beasts. Heian-kyo was firmly in the hands of Minamoto no Yoritomo. Having unified the internal divisions within the Minamoto clan, Yoritomo finally decided to turn his attention to the Taira clan, who dominated the west. What awaited Koyuki and Yoshitsune was—an inescapable fate. Unlike the boorish Yoshinaka, the elegant and graceful Yoshitsune, like a lotus and bamboo, captivated the aesthetically-minded imperial family and court nobles, who were filled with admiration for this beautiful young man who conformed to aristocratic standards. Having successfully taken control of Heian-kyo and arranged everything, Yoshitsune left behind his other brother, Noriyori, and a portion of the army, while he led the remaining troops back to Kamakura. Yoritomo showed a rare warmth towards the victorious Yoshitsune, deeply moving him. "Kuro, you've worked hard this time," Yoritomo said, a smile appearing on his usually expressionless face. Seeing his brother's smile, Yoshitsune's heart stirred. "For my brother, I would go through fire and water," he replied sincerely. Yoritomo nodded slightly and said, "Having dealt with Yoshinaka, our next enemy is the Taira clan. I heard they've built a fortress in Ichi-no-Tani and are recruiting soldiers. We must deal with them as soon as possible." Yoshitsune's heart trembled; this day had finally come. “Finally, this day has come.” Yoritomo’s eyes shone brightly. “All these years, I have not waited in vain.” He looked at Yoshitsune and said in a low voice, “You should rest for a while. At the beginning of the month, you and Noriyuki will lead an army of 100,000 to Ichi-no-Tani. This time, we must annihilate the Taira clan.” “Yes.” Yoshitsune’s face was a little pale, and his voice lowered. “Kuro, what’s wrong? You don’t look well. Have you been working hard in the recent battles? Get some rest.” Yoritomo noticed that Yoshitsune’s complexion was unusual and assumed it was due to fatigue, so his tone softened. Yoshitsune responded, stood up, bowed, and prepared to leave. "Kuro—" Yoritomo suddenly spoke, "Didn't you encounter Koyuki in Heian-kyo this time?" Hearing Koyuki's name from Yoritomo's lips startled Yoshitsune, but he quickly regained his composure, remembering that Yoritomo didn't know Koyuki was a member of the Taira clan. He hurriedly replied, "I really didn't have time to search for Koyuki this time, but I imagine she's still with her family." He then looked at Yoritomo, who seemed to nod casually, but a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes. Seeing this disappointment, Yoshitsune's heart skipped a beat, a deep-seated fear rising within him. What would his brother do if he knew Koyuki was a member of the Taira clan? Would he spare her, or—would he hate her even more? Would he torture her, or kill her? A chill ran down Yoshitsune's spine; he dared not think any further. Koyuki, I will never let anyone hurt you. Never. ---------------------------------------------- That night. "My lord, what's wrong?" Awakening from her dream, Masako vaguely saw Yoritomo get up, put on an outer robe, and head towards the door. "Can't sleep, just going for some fresh air. You go to sleep," Yoritomo said indifferently, leaving the room without turning back. Masako watched Yoritomo's retreating figure, her face suddenly darkening, a fleeting, inscrutable look flashing in her eyes. Yoritomo walked to the courtyard in front of the corridor and stopped under the wisteria blossoms. He should be happy; Yoshinaka had been eliminated, the Taira clan was about to be wiped out, and everything seemed to be gradually coming under his control. But why did he feel such a sense of loss upon hearing no news of her? Unconsciously, she had been gone for quite some time. She hadn't returned. Had something happened to his mother, or had something happened to her? He glanced at the moon, and memories of their time together flooded his mind: the strange songs in the hot springs, her capriciousness in the hunting grounds, her gentleness and loveliness at the foot of the cliff—each little detail slowly stirred his heart. Without her, life seemed much colder, much lonelier. He didn't know when it started, but her smile, her clear, bright eyes, always appeared before his eyes. As Yoritomo thought this, a gentle smile curved his lips. After destroying the Taira clan this time, he would send people to search for her. Perhaps he could bring her back to him. If he saw her again, perhaps he wouldn't want her to leave again… ================================================== News of Yoritomo's impending attack on Ichi-no-Tani quickly reached the Taira clan in Kyushu. The Taira clan was not surprised by this expected news. With the fortress of Ichi-no-tani and an equal force, the outcome of this battle was still uncertain. Moreover, if they could defeat the Minamoto army, they could not only avenge their previous defeat but also return to Kyoto and restore their former glory. Therefore, the Taira clan actually looked forward to this battle. The imperial family and nobles in Heian-kyo naturally received this news as well. For most of them, including the Retired Emperor and the Emperor, they hoped that the Taira clan would be defeated and never return to Kyoto. Before Minamoto no Yoshitsune's army arrived, Munemori appointed his cousin Taira no Tadatsune as the general defending the western castle gate of Ichi-no-tani, and Taira no Tomomori as the general defending the eastern castle gate of Ikuta-no-mori, with Shigehira as his deputy. With the two castle gates in the east and west secured, with a 200-meter cliff behind and the sea with warships in front, Ichi-no-tani was seemingly impregnable. The entire Ichi-no-tani was as if it had been sealed off at both ends, with no other way to break through. All the women, including Tokuko and Emperor Antoku, would be transferred to warships far from land for safety. The tense atmosphere before battle didn't affect Koyuki and Atsumori. Lately, Koyuki often came to the back of the mansion to listen to Atsumori play the flute. His flute music seemed to cleanse the soul, as pure and elegant as early winter snow, as clear and pristine as a mountain stream untouched by human hands. Yoshitsune, the commander of the army was Yoshitsune, and it was inevitable that they would encounter him again. She hadn't expected that the promise they had made would be fulfilled on the battlefield. She sighed softly. She couldn't bear to see her brothers injured, but equally, she didn't want Yoshitsune to be injured. What if he was defeated? What if he was captured? Thinking of this, her heart ached slightly again. Why did fate have to play such a cruel trick on them? However, it seemed they weren't the only ones being tormented by fate. She turned her gaze to Atsumori, who was playing the flute. Such a refined young man—it was truly heartbreaking to send him to the battlefield. “Atsumori,” she suddenly interrupted his flute playing, “why don’t you stay on the ship when the war starts?” At least it would be safer on the ship. Atsumori stopped, looked ahead, then suddenly turned and smiled, “I understand your intentions, sister. Although I hate war, I am a samurai of the Taira clan, and I will never be afraid of death.” A hint of determination shone in his beautiful face. Koyuki nodded in relief and smiled, “Sister was wrong. However, in battle against the enemy, you can’t win just by being brave. If the difference in strength is too great, preserving your life is more important. Atsumori, life is only once, and it is very precious, understand?” For some reason, after spending these days together, Koyuki felt a deep sense of pity for her younger brother. Atsumori smiled and nodded, about to pick up his flute again, when suddenly a servant came over, bowed to Koyuki, and said, “Miss, a guest has arrived and is waiting in the front courtyard.” A guest? What guest? Koyuki followed the servant to the front courtyard, completely bewildered. Standing by the lotus pond in the front courtyard was a tall man wearing a black hat and a light willow-colored hunting robe. He was facing away from Xiaoxue, seemingly admiring the newly opened lotus flowers in the pond.

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[Updated: 2005-12-28 1:15:53 Word Count: 3917]

"Excuse me..." Xiaoxue had only uttered two words when the man slowly turned around, his eyes warm as a spring breeze, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his lips curved into an ever-elegant smile. "Ah, okay..." Before she could finish speaking, the man, beaming, strode over and pulled her into his arms. "Oh my, little bird, I missed you so much!" Xiaoxue was stunned and didn't recover for a long time. It wasn't until she couldn't breathe that she realized why he was holding her so tightly; she felt like she was suffocating. It took a lot of effort to push him away. She quickly took a few deep breaths and snapped, "Cheng Fan! Are you trying to suffocate me? What's gotten into you? By the way, why are you here?" Cheng Fan smiled at her and said, "I missed you, so I came. Little Bird, you're so heartless, leaving without even saying goodbye. I'm so sad." Xiao Xue felt a pang of guilt. Without saying goodbye, she stammered, "I wanted to say goodbye, but I just didn't have time. You know we left the capital overnight." She glanced at Cheng Fan; his smile remained, but he looked travel-worn. A strange feeling welled up inside her. Had he really traveled so far just to see her? But these were dangerous times; staying any longer might draw them into the war. She glanced at him and said, "You should go back quickly. The Genji army is about to attack. It's very dangerous here." Chengfan's face lit up. He reached out and took her hand, smiling, "Little bird, you're worried about me, aren't you? I'm so happy." Her face flushed. She tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't, so she didn't try again, continuing, "Stop playing around. I'm serious. It really is dangerous here. Let's leave quickly." "Since it's dangerous here," Chengfan's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, "then come back to Heian-kyo with me." What! Xiaoxue stared wide-eyed at Chengfan. Go back to Heian-kyo with him? How could that be? His eyes held a half-smile; he was probably joking, teasing her. She shook her head, annoyed, and said, "Don't joke around. How could I abandon my brothers and run away at this time? I'm not that kind of person. You're trying to trick me again, aren't you? I won't fall for it this time." She felt Cheng Fan's hand tighten on her wrist. Looking up, she saw him still smiling. "Oh my, Xiao Xue has become smarter." For a moment, Xiao Xue felt like she was seeing things. A hint of disappointment seemed to flash across Cheng Fan's eyes. "I heard that now, the Genji army is terrified of Oni-Mask." He released her hand and said suddenly. A complex emotion welled up in Xiao Xue's heart. She smiled and said, "Isn't that a good thing? Everyone knows that Oni-Mask kills without blinking an eye. What's wrong with making them afraid?" "Little Bird, are you really willing to live like this? Is what you're protecting really that important, worth all this sacrifice?" Cheng Fan stared intently at her, his smile unusually gone. Something seemed about to burst forth from those warm eyes. This Cheng Fan was a little strange. “Yes, it’s worth it, even if my hands are stained with blood, it’s worth it,” she glanced at her hands, a faint bitterness welling up in her heart. “No, my hands are already stained with blood, filthy…” “Ah--------” Suddenly, Cheng Fan grabbed her hands again. Startled, she was about to speak when Cheng Fan’s other hand gently caressed her face. His fingers, warm and strong, stroked her cheeks, slowly sliding down from her eyebrows, eyes, and lips. His fingers were so gentle, so warm, as if bewitched, and Xiao Xue didn’t resist for a moment. “These eyes are the clearest I’ve ever seen, these lips are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, this smile is the most innocent I’ve ever seen, this girl is the most adorable I’ve ever seen,” he said softly, then suddenly took her hands tightly in his own, gazing into her eyes and whispering, “These hands are not dirty at all, they are the cleanest and most touching I’ve ever seen. Because she is protecting something very important. Isn’t that right?” As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently covered her hands with his lips. Xiaoxue's body jolted violently, as if she'd been electrocuted. A tingling, numbing sensation coursed through her body. Chengfan's lips seemed to possess a magical power, awakening the most vulnerable part of her heart. These hands, not dirty at all, were the cleanest, most touching hands she'd ever seen. Xiaoxue's nose stung, and her eyes felt like they were about to spill over. Damn Chengfan, why did he have to say these things? Why was he being so gentle...? A tear, unable to hold back, slid down her cheek and landed squarely on her hand. Chengfan seemed startled, abruptly looking up. Seeing her holding back tears, he couldn't help but smile softly. He gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with his fingers, an unprecedented feeling welling up from the depths of his heart, an impulse to protect her. The feeling of wanting to protect something—perhaps he would soon understand. "Little bird, don't work so hard anymore. Come with me, come back to Heian-kyo with me," he whispered, a dull ache beginning to throb in his chest again. She looked at him; Chengfan's eyes didn't seem to be joking, but rather filled with unease. Cheng Fan, was he worried about her? A thought flickered in her mind, and she smiled slightly. "When we defeat the Genji and return to the capital, we will definitely meet again, but..." She paused, then added, "I'm afraid you'll be busy with your confidantes then." "Silly girl..." Cheng Fan murmured helplessly, reaching out to pull her tightly into his arms. For the first time, he felt utterly powerless; he couldn't stop her from going her own way. His heart began to race. What was wrong with him? Why was he doing things beyond his control? Was this what it truly felt like to like someone? Xiao Xue let him hold her without struggling. The incense emanating from Cheng Fan always gave her a sense of security, a feeling of—not wanting to let go. -------------------------------------------- After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoxue slowly raised her head and glanced ahead through Chengfan's shoulder. Her body immediately froze. Shigeaki and Tomomori were already standing on the corridor. Shigeaki glared at them angrily, while Tomomori's face was ashen. Before she could push Chengfan away, Shigeaki rushed forward, grabbing Xiaoxue with one hand and shoving Chengfan aside with the other, glaring at him angrily, "What did you do to Xiaoxue!" Chengfan pulled out his cypress fan and gently brushed his hand away, smiling slightly, "Calm down, Taira no Taira. I just missed your sister and came to see her. That's all." "What! Missed her!" This seemed to infuriate Shigeaki even more. "Our sister doesn't seem to have any connection with the Middle Counselor, and their previous engagement has long been dissolved," Tomomori said coldly as he approached. "Oh, so it was all because of your meddling, young masters, that the little bird ran away. You're the ones who ruined this beautiful affair." Cheng Fan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "What! Little bird! You called her Little Bird!" Chong Heng was furious at his overly familiar address. Zhi Sheng's face flashed with annoyance. "Let's not dwell on the past," he said. "Then, Lord Chunagon, please return. There are many matters awaiting you at court. Oh, by the way, you seem uninterested in politics. No wonder you had time to come here." Zhi Sheng's words carried a hint of sarcasm. Cheng Fan raised an eyebrow at them, his smile deepening. He said calmly, "Then, farewell." As he turned, he glanced at Xiao Xue, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There seemed to be a trace of worry, a trace of loss, a trace of regret, a trace of confusion, and a trace of—longing. "Sungfan, I'll definitely come to see you when I return to the capital!" Xiaoxue suddenly said loudly, watching his retreating figure. Chengfan paused, nodded slightly, and walked away. Until that willow-like figure disappeared from sight, Xiaoxue suddenly felt a sense of loss she had never experienced before. ... "Xiaoxue, what's going on? Why are you so close to him?" Chongheng's voice made Xiaoxue's head spin. Oh dear, she almost forgot there were two formidable figures standing here. "Oh, we're just friends." Xiaoxue seemed somewhat unsure of herself. "Friends? Friends hugging each other, and calling you 'little bird,' what kind of behavior is that?" Zhisheng chimed in. "Ah... don't ask anymore, I have a headache. Oh, right, brothers, it's getting late, I need to rest, you should rest too." Xiaoxue finished quickly, and without waiting for their reply, rushed back to her room like a gust of wind. Only her two brothers, still bewildered, remained in the courtyard. The two looked up at the sky; it seemed to be only noon, and it was already getting late. "That girl got away..." Shigeaki shook his head helplessly, exchanged a glance with Tomomori, and then they both burst into laughter. "Shigeaki, this time we're guarding the castle gate of Ikuta no Mori in the east. Keep an eye on Koyuki during the battle in the forest; make sure nothing happens to her," Tomomori said, his smile fading after a moment of laughter. Shigehira nodded and said, "With me here, she'll be fine. Besides, her skills are probably even better than mine." Tomomori glanced at him and said, "That's true, but she's still a girl. It's better to be careful." He turned his gaze to the lotus flowers in the pond and said, "This time next year, perhaps you and I will be admiring the lotus flowers together with Koyuki in Heian-kyo." Shigehira smiled and said, "I'm actually looking forward to this war coming soon." "I never thought we'd have to face Ushiwaka on the battlefield one day." Tomomori's face darkened, and Shigehira's smile disappeared. The two were silent for a moment, seemingly lost in childhood memories. "Fourth brother, the Genpei and Taira families are irreconcilable enemies. Ushiwaka is now our Taira's enemy. We can't show any mercy on the battlefield." Shigehira suddenly snapped out of his reverie. Tomomori nodded slightly. "Of course, we must go all out in this battle." ================================================= Tomorrow is the day of the great battle; probably no one will be able to sleep tonight. The entire Taira clan had long since moved from Kyushu to the Ichi-no-Tani residence. The women and the young Emperor were mostly housed on the warships. At the Ichi-no-Tani residence, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, Koyuki slept very restlessly, especially with the impending battle against Yoshitsune's army tomorrow; her heart was filled with mixed emotions. Just as she was trying to close her eyes, a flute melody suddenly drifted in from outside. The melody was clear and beautiful, without any trace of muddiness or disorder, subtly conveying a sense of calm. She smiled; it must be Atsumori playing his beloved twig again. He probably couldn't sleep either, but judging from the flute music, he didn't seem nervous at all. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, and besides, she had to leave very early tomorrow, she decided to get up and get dressed. She rose, fastened her bra, and skillfully put on a deep purple sash embroidered with flying birds in yellow silk thread. She glanced at the demon mask beside her, gently picked it up, and examined it closely. For some reason, the grotesque demon mask seemed to possess a hint of loneliness. Slowly, she placed the mask over her face, a dull ache in her heart. In that instant of putting on the mask, Yoshitsune, we are no longer strangers. From this moment on, we are enemies. Defeating you with all my might is the only thing I must do. All the tenderness, the sweet embraces, the gentle kisses, the beautiful memories, the unfulfilled promises—I will forget them all…all of them.

Why Must We Meet? (Main Text)

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At dawn, when Koyuki arrived at Ikuta no Mori with Tomomori and Shigehira, Noriyori's troops also arrived, and the battle immediately began. Meanwhile, on the other side, Taira no Tadatsumi, guarding the western castle gates, was also engaged in fierce combat with a portion of the Minamoto army. Such battles were commonplace for Koyuki. She charged into the enemy ranks on horseback, wielding her small black dagger. With each stroke, Minamoto samurai fell from their horses. Soon, Koyuki's deep purple sash was stained dark red with enemy blood. For a moment, intimidated by her imposing presence, no Minamoto samurai dared approach. "To capture the enemy, first capture their leader," she thought. "I wonder which one is Noriyori leading the troops. If only I could take him out first." But the armor of these generals was so ornate and looked so similar. Which one was she? Never mind, she'd just start with these generals, taking them down one by one. She thrust her long sword forward and slashed at one of the generals, who was wearing a dark green robe with black and white armor. The general hurriedly raised his sword to block, and in that instant, Xiaoxue saw his face clearly; he was a young and handsome man. This general was quite skilled in martial arts, able to withstand about ten moves. Finding an opening, Xiaoxue swung her sword towards his chest. He dodged to the side, and the sword pierced his right shoulder armor. Xiaoxue exerted force, thrusting it straight down, and blood immediately gushed from his armor. "Clang!" The sword in his right hand fell to the ground. A flash of fear crossed his eyes. Seeing this, Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment. On the battlefield, one must never be soft-hearted; she always kept this in mind. In an instant, she swiftly pulled out her sword and mercilessly slashed towards his throat. He was startled, ducked, and tumbled off his horse. Just as he landed, Xiaoxue's sword followed, but her hand veered, and the sword pierced his chest. His face instantly turned pale. He pressed one hand against Xiaoxue's sword and the other against his chest, blood instantly staining his hand and flowing down between his fingers. He raised his head and said weakly, "My name is Kajiwara Kageki. Today, I cannot escape death. May I ask your name, so that I may die knowing why?" Xiaoxue was stunned, looking at him with some astonishment. Why did she need to know his name in this situation? She stared at him, and his eyes gradually darkened, but he still refused to give up looking at her. "My name is Hirayuki," she said calmly, tightening her grip on the knife. The entire hilt plunged into his chest. He was shocked at first, but after the knife penetrated, he coughed up blood and immediately died. A hint of relief appeared on her face. *If you want revenge, wait until I'm in hell.* She pulled out the knife and was about to leave when suddenly a shrill cry rang out: "Kageki!" A man in his forties rode up on horseback. Upon seeing the corpse of the man named Kajiwara Kageki, he immediately dismounted and, filled with grief, embraced the body, calling out loudly. He suddenly looked up, his eyes seeming to devour her: "It was you, you killed my son!" She was slightly startled. So it was father and son. She understood his grief, but this was a battlefield; death was inevitable. Today she had killed so many people; tomorrow she might be killed by someone else. She gripped her knife tightly. Let him take revenge. But he only gave her a murderous look, then immediately picked up his son's body, mounted his horse, and said in a deep voice, "Ghost Face, I will make you pay for this blood debt tenfold!" He brandished his broadsword and broke through the encirclement. For some reason, Xiaoxue didn't stop him this time. ======================================== At this time, Minamoto no Yoshitsune was neither in the western castle town nor in the eastern Ikuta forest. He had long since led his thousand elite cavalry into the mountains of Tanba, and, guided by locals, found a difficult mountain path over three hundred li long, leading directly to the rear of Ichi-no-tani. Yoshitsune ordered the majority of his troops to advance towards Ichi-no-tani from here, making the Taira army believe he was about to attack from there, while in reality he led the remaining seventy cavalrymen onward. At dawn, Yoshitsune finally reached the cliffs behind the Ichi-no-tani fortress. Upon reaching the summit, Yoshitsune reined in his horse and looked out. Before him lay the vast sea, with the Taira warships clearly visible. Below the cliffs, more than ten zhang high, lay the important Taira base, Ichi-no-tani Castle. This place, indeed, possessed both favorable timing and terrain, making it difficult to conquer. The Taira army was desperately defending the castle gates on both the east and west sides, leaving only Taira no Michimori as general and Taira no Norintune as deputy general to hold the flank on the mountainside. "Lord Kuro, what should we do next?" Ise Saburo couldn't help but ask. There seemed to be no road here; how were they going to reach Ichi-no-Tani? A glint of light flashed in Yoshitsune's eyes. He smiled slightly and said loudly, "We'll go to Ichi-no-Tani!" Everyone was taken aback. "Lord Kuro, how do we get there? Going around via the mountain path will probably take some time." Even the usually calm Musashibo looked puzzled. Yoshitsune smiled again, pointed to the high cliff below, and shouted, "Go down from here!" Upon hearing this, the seventy riders accompanying him all gasped. Such a steep and treacherous cliff—charging down it was truly... "We are all Minamoto samurai; there's nothing to fear. We'll charge down from here and catch them off guard!" Yoshitsune continued with a smile, his face calm, as if the path ahead was merely a flat road. "Lord Kuro, I'm ready!" Ise Saburo, his blood boiling, spurred his horse forward. Musashibo and the other retainers of Yoshitsune, also shouting with great ambition, rode their horses to the edge of the cliff. Yoshitsune, reining in his horse, glanced at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and roared, "Excellent! Let's go!" He spurred his horse and charged down the cliff. The seventy riders behind him shouted and followed quickly. The sound of hooves echoed through the cliff, dust billowed, sand and stones filled the air, and shouts thundered, as if gods had descended from the heavens. The Taira warriors at Ichi-no-Tani Castle stared in disbelief at this incredible scene, panicked, thinking tens of thousands of enemies had attacked from behind. They hastily grabbed their swords and bows, and chaos erupted in the valley. Taking advantage of the chaos, Yoshitsune, who had rushed down, immediately drew his bow and fired arrows, one after another, flaming arrows flying straight towards Ichi-no-Tani Castle. Flames instantly erupted from inside the castle, and with the wind fanning the flames, the entire castle was soon engulfed in flames. The Taira army panicked even more, losing their will to fight, and fled towards the water, scrambling to board the boats and escape. --------------------------------------- This news quickly reached the gates of both the eastern and western castles. "What! How is this possible!" Tomomori, who was fighting fiercely in the Ikuta Forest, was shocked upon hearing the news. Koyuki and Shigehira were also greatly alarmed. The cliffs behind them were so steep; how could the Minamoto army have broken through from there? How could it be? "Fourth brother, let me take a portion of the troops to Ichi-no-Tani to support them!" Shigehira said anxiously. Zhisheng glanced at him, nodded helplessly, and said, "Be careful." Shigehira pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and said, "Brother Shigehira, I'm going too!" Xiaoxue immediately followed. Shigehira didn't have time to think and nodded, anxiously leading his troops to gallop into the valley. As soon as they arrived in the valley, they saw a chaotic scene. The Minamoto samurai with white flags behind them and the Taira samurai with red flags behind them were fighting each other. The Ichinodani Mansion was engulfed in flames, and many Taira samurai rushed into the sea like a tide, fleeing to the warships. "What's going on!" Shigehira exclaimed angrily, immediately spurring his horse into the midst of the Minamoto samurai who were displaying white flags. He brandished his sword and began to slash. The surrounding area was filled with the sounds of shouts, the clashing of hooves, the clash of weapons, and the sounds of battle. It was the same chaotic scene again. Koyuki's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly recalled the battle with Kurikara. She quickly steadied herself. Although it was chaotic, it was daytime now, something different, something different. She gripped the reins tightly with one hand and swung her sword with the other. At this moment, she couldn't care less about anything else and began to hack at anyone displaying a white flag. In a short time, the two of them swiftly cut down seven or eight Minamoto samurai. Just then, several Minamoto generals in magnificent armor rushed over. One of them swung his sword menacingly at Koyuki. "Oni-mask, today I, Ise Saburo, will take your head!" the man roared, his attack fierce. "Ise Saburo!" Upon hearing this, Xiaoxue's body trembled. She raised her sword to parry his attack, and looking up, she saw that face, the scar on his cheek—it was indeed Ise Saburo. Saburo was here, then—where was Yoshitsune? Suddenly, a pang of heartache struck her, and she swayed, quickly regaining her balance. While parrying Saburo's attacks, she glanced to the side. This glance, however, sent chills down her spine. Shigehira was locked in battle with a general clad in red armor, but was clearly at a disadvantage. Oh no, Shigehira was in danger! She gripped her small black sword tightly, quickening her attack. She desperately wanted to help Shigehira, but in her haste, her mind went blank, and her swordsmanship became chaotic. Unfortunately, Ise Saburo was relentlessly pursuing her, and she couldn't escape at all. Helping her brother Chongheng was the priority. "Stay calm, stay calm," she took several deep breaths, focusing her mind. She drew her sword again. Ise had never been her match before. After dozens of moves, Xiaoxue finally found his weakness. Seizing the opportunity, she thrust her sword towards his throat. Sanlang couldn't dodge in time. In that instant, Xiaoxue's mind flashed back to their first meeting on the ship, the three years they spent together practicing swordsmanship. These scenes were vivid in her mind; how could she bring herself to do it? Her heart softened, and the sword grazed Sanlang's neck. Even though she withdrew her hand, the sharp blade still grazed his skin. He looked stunned, simply touching his neck blankly. He had heard that Oni-faced's men never left anyone alive; why was he letting him go today? Xiaoxue didn't want to entangle with him any longer. Turning around, she saw the scene before her, and her heart ached. Chongheng, unable to defend himself, tumbled off his horse. The general's sword was swiftly placed against his neck. "Arrest him!" "He said in a low voice. Brother Chongheng, captured?" Her mind went blank for a moment, her thoughts seemingly frozen. After a few seconds of blank thinking, she immediately snapped back to reality. Saving him, she couldn't just watch Brother Chongheng be captured. Without hesitation, she spurred her horse forward and, without thinking, swung her sword at the general. The general reacted swiftly, turning and raising his blade to block her attack. "Clang!" The two blades clashed, producing a crisp, piercing sound. Xiaoxue nearly stopped breathing upon seeing the man's face. He wore a white robe and red armor, his familiar, lively features, his cherry-blossom-like cheeks, and his elegant, bamboo-like bearing were all too familiar. Now, dressed as a warrior, he appeared even more heroic. Minamoto no Yoshitsune… It's you, it's you… It really is you… We've met at this very moment… It was you who captured Brother Chongheng… A wave of heartache washed over her, making it hard to breathe. She gripped the sword tightly, as if it would slip from her grasp if she didn't exert enough force. She glanced at Chongheng again; several swords were held to his neck. His eyes, filled with worry and anxiety, looked at Xiaoxue. "Run!" He suddenly shouted, a hint of anger in his voice. My heart aches so much... Brother Shigehira, how can I abandon you? How can I leave? Minamoto no Yoshitsune is my enemy. We are no longer acquainted; I only know him as an enemy. Although I have no chance of winning against him, I must fight with all my might, even if I die at his hands... I will not regret it. Xiaoxue gazed deeply at Chongheng, then nodded slightly to him. "Brother Chongheng, don't worry." She slowly raised her sword, gritted her teeth, and slashed at Yoshitsune. Yoshitsune had long heard that Oni-Masked was a formidable opponent in the Taira clan. After dozens of moves, his opponent showed no weaknesses, and each strike was sharp and deadly. What puzzled him even more was that he seemed to have seen this swordsmanship somewhere before. Confused, he slowed his pace, giving Xiaoxue an opportunity. The two exchanged blows for forty or fifty rounds. Yoshitsune couldn't help but secretly admire Oni-Masked; he truly lived up to his reputation. It would be a pity to kill him, but his brother had ordered that Oni-Masked's head be brought back. He could only sigh with regret. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, his long sword striking lightly, aiming straight for Xiaoxue's vitals. Due to the chaos within Ichi-no-Tani, the Taira warriors were routed. The Taira troops protecting the entrances to the east and west castles, believing they had suffered a crushing defeat, also began a massive retreat, fleeing towards their warships. The Minamoto army seized the opportunity to break through the castle entrances and storm into the valley, pursuing the fleeing Taira troops towards the sea. Seeing the approaching army, Yoshitsune, eager for a swift victory, intensified his attacks. Koyuki, already no match for him, began to falter and retreat. In a moment of carelessness, Yoshitsune's sword was already aimed at her chest. Startled, she swayed and fell from her horse. Seeing her fall, Yoshitsune immediately dismounted, his long sword mercilessly thrusting towards her chest. Was she truly going to die by his blade today? Koyuki stared intently at the sword aimed at her. "So be it," she thought, "I can't dodge it anyway. I've killed so many people before; this is retribution." She closed her eyes. As the blade thrust towards Xiaoxue, Chongheng, who had been watching with bated breath, was now terrified. He could no longer care about anything else and cried out, "Xiaoxue!" Xiaoxue! Hearing this name, Yijing's mind jolted. A terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning: that familiar swordsmanship... Could it be...? His heart raced, and he quickly tried to pull back his strength, but the blade was too fast. As he tried to retract, it changed direction and slashed upwards. "Crack!" A crisp sound rang out. Where the blade passed, Xiaoxue felt a cool sensation on her face. Her mask had been split in two and slowly slid off her face...

The future looks bleak.

[Updated: 2005-12-29 0:03:20 Word Count: 3893]

Looking at the face he had longed for day and night, Yoshitsune seemed to stop breathing for a moment. The immense shock left him speechless. The girl he had missed day and night was right before him, but how could she have become a ruthless killer? What had happened? Even more terrifying was that he had almost killed her! His own hands had almost destroyed the most important person in his life. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, his face turning pale as he stared intently at Yuki. Their eyes met, as if a thousand words were unspoken, yet neither could utter a sound. "Yuki, is this your promise?" Yoshitsune suddenly asked softly. Xiaoxue's heart trembled. She bit her lip tightly, turned her head away, and said coldly, "Now that I am no match for you, you can kill me as you please." Yoshitsune trembled slightly, his face growing even paler. Xiaoxue looked up at Shigehira, overwhelmed with sorrow, and choked out, "Brother..." Yoshitsune's face showed surprise. He turned to look at Shigehira and asked, "Who are you?" Shigehira looked at him and said coldly, "I am the Third Vice Admiral, Taira Shigehira. And you are?" Yoshitsune's face showed even more surprise, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He slowly said, "I am Genkuro Yoshitsune." Now it was Shigehira's turn to be surprised. He stared at Yoshitsune and blurted out, "Ushiwaka?" When Yoshitsune nodded, his eyes immediately dimmed. The two childhood friends, separated for so many years, could no longer recognize each other. Their reunion was at such a cruel moment. After a moment of silence, Yoshitsune turned his head, looking at Xiaoxue with a complicated expression. As if he had made a decision, he said in a deep voice, "You can leave!" Xiaoxue was stunned. What? He was letting her go? She was his enemy... "I won't leave! I can't abandon Brother Chongheng!" She stood up, brandishing her sword, ready to fight again. How could she bear to leave Brother Chongheng behind? She didn't want to live a life of ignominy, she didn't want to lose Brother Chongheng, she didn't want to! "Get out of here!" Chongheng roared angrily, tears welling in his eyes. "Lord Kuro, this person cannot be released. Although she is a woman, she is still Oni-Masked, who has killed countless Minamoto warriors." Suddenly, someone spoke up to stop her. Xiaoxue looked up and met a pair of eyes glaring fiercely at her. Wasn't this the father of Kajiwara Kageki? Yoshitsune ignored the man and said in a deep voice, "Leave here immediately!" Xiaoxue glanced at Chongheng, whose face was full of anger. He roared, "Get out of here now! Otherwise, I won't have you as my sister!" Brother Chongheng, Brother Chongheng, her heart was breaking. What to do, what to do... "Hurry up and leave!" Shigehira was both angry and anxious. With a sudden effort, he twisted his neck and slashed at the blade resting on it. Blood seeped out in thin streams. "If you don't leave, I'll use my full strength!" he threatened. "I'll leave, I'll leave!" Koyuki was terrified and quickly mounted her horse. "Brother, stop, stop, I'll leave!" She spurred her horse and charged towards the sea. "Lord Kuro, we can't let her go!" Kajiwara Kageki's father was furious. "Let her go!" Yoshitsune's face was ashen. "But..." "I said let her go! Lord Kajiwara Kageki, do you understand?!" Yoshitsune roared fiercely. Ise Saburo, Musashibo, and the others stared at Yoshitsune in shock. The usually gentle Yoshitsune had such an expression. Yoshitsune watched Koyuki ride into the sea and board the Taira clan's warship, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He turned his head and met Shigehira's gaze. Shigehira actually gave him a relieved smile. Yoshitsune nodded slightly to him. Even as enemies, they could understand each other's desire to protect Yuki. ================================================ At this moment, some of the Taira army had been killed, some captured, and the rest had escaped to their ships. Most of the troops from the eastern and western castles had also retreated to their warships. The Taira warships were heading south towards Yashima Island in retreat. After Yuki boarded the warship, looking at the scattered white flags of the Minamoto clan in the distance at Ichinoya, and thinking of Shigehira's capture and uncertain fate, she was overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably. "Yuki, you're here! You're here!" Suddenly, a joyful shout rang out. Yuki looked up and saw Tomomori and Munemori. She was overjoyed; thankfully, they were alright. But thinking of Shigehira, her heart sank even deeper, and she wept uncontrollably. "Xiaoxue, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Where's Shigehira?" Zongsheng bent down and asked, his face full of sorrow. Xiaoxue buried her face in his chest and said haltingly, "Shigehira, Shigehira-nii, he's been captured..." Zongsheng's body jolted, and he reached out to hug Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue felt his body trembling uncontrollably. "Shigehira captured? How could this be!" Zongsheng murmured in disbelief, taking a few steps back, his eyes reddening. "How could this be..." he whispered painfully, then suddenly looked up at the burning Ichinoya building in the distance and shouted hoarsely, "Who! Who was that person who rushed down from the cliff! Who was it?!" He shouted, then knelt on the deck in despair, gazing into the distance with unwillingness, "How could this be..." "It's... Minamoto no Yoshitsune." Xiaoxue looked up and whispered. "It's him!" A hint of regret flashed in Munemori's eyes. "Minamoto no Yoshitsune, we should have eliminated him back then, we should have eliminated him..." "And who captured Shigehira..." Tomomori turned and asked, seeing Koyuki nod, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Ushiwaka, it was Ushiwaka. If I had known this would happen, I should have..." Koyuki looked blankly at her two grieving brothers. This battle, lost just like that, what would the future hold? What would happen? She glanced around, suddenly remembering her younger brother Atsumori who played the flute, and was startled again, quickly asking, "Brothers, have you seen Atsumori?" Munemori was stunned, his face immediately darkening, and he gently shook his head. She looked at Tomomori, whose face was equally pale, and her heart ached again like it was being stabbed with needles. It seemed that Atsumori was also in grave danger. Meanwhile, Atsumori was still in Ichinodani. Seeing the Minamoto army approaching, he spurred his horse towards the sea, leaped into the water, and was preparing to board the remaining warships when he suddenly heard someone shout behind him: "I am Kumagai Naozane! Why are you, general ahead, so hasty and like a defeated dog? Why not turn around and fight me to the death?" Atsumori turned around and saw a general with a white flag standing on the shore, challenging him to a duel. Atsumori hesitated for a moment, but then he remembered that he was a samurai by birth, and how could he not respond to someone's challenge? So he parted the water, dismounted, drew his sword, and engaged Naozane in battle. Naozane was a famous general in Kanto, while Atsumori was just a young nobleman new to the battlefield. After only a few rounds, he was knocked off his horse by Naozane. Naozane immediately jumped off his horse, pinned Atsumori down, and was about to take his head. Seeing that he could not escape death, Atsumori simply closed his eyes. But when Naomasa took a closer look at Atsumori's face, he gasped and froze, unable to make a move. This enemy general was so young, with a beauty more exquisite than any woman's, and though he appeared ashamed and submissive, he showed no fear. Naozane's heart softened, and he slowly released Atsumori, saying, "You're so young, why come to the front lines to fight and waste your life? I'll let you go today, but don't ever come to this bloody battlefield again." Atsumori opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "I am Atsumori, a general of the Taira clan and the Imperial Attendant of the Haruhi Suzumiya. I am not an ignorant youth. If I don't go into battle, fine, but since I have, as a Taira warrior, how can I be afraid of death? You are skilled in martial arts; if you defeat me, then cut off my head and claim the credit. The Minamoto and Taira families have been enemies for generations, and on the battlefield, between two armies, how can one have mercy on the enemy?" Naozane was stunned that this young man would say such things, and he felt even more pity for him, repeatedly trying to persuade him, but Atsumori's will to die was firm, and he refused to leave. Suddenly, the sounds of battle shouts grew louder behind them; the Minamoto army was about to arrive. Naozane thought to himself, "Our army has arrived. If I don't kill him, he will surely be killed by someone else. Who knows what further humiliation he will suffer then?" So, steeling his resolve, he gritted his teeth and slashed off Atsumori's head. After killing Atsumori, Kumagai Naozane couldn't help but weep. Although he had fought on the battlefield for decades, slaying generals and flags, and killing countless people, this was the first time in his life he had killed such a young, handsome, and refined enemy. A wave of sorrow washed over him. A young and promising man, gone in an instant—truly, life is impermanent, like a dream; birth, old age, sickness, and death are full of suffering. Naozane then pulled the "small branch" from Atsumori's waist, played a tune, and departed in sorrow. He left the battlefield, shaved his head, and became a monk. =================================================== Due to Minamoto no Yoshitsune's surprise attack, the Minamoto army achieved a decisive victory in the Battle of Ichi-no-Tani, while the Taira clan suffered heavy losses. The pillars and princes of the Taira clan—Tadatora, Tsunemasa, Tsunetoshi, Michimori, Narimori, Moritoshi, Atsumori, and Morimori—all died in battle. Shigehira was captured and taken to Heian-kyo. At the castle gates on both the east and west sides, the corpses of the Minamoto and Taira warriors lay everywhere, piled high with human and horse carcasses. Countless people were shot or killed in Ichi-no-Tani, in the Ikuta Forest, and along the coast—a truly horrific sight. Hundreds of Taira warships, retreating to Yashima, swayed incessantly in the waves, propelled by the tide. Koyuki leaned against the deck, gazing blankly around. On these adrift ships, the Taira soldiers used the rudders as pillows, tears streaming down their faces, their sleeves damp with sorrow. Under the hazy moonlight, they were all filled with melancholy and grief. At this moment, adrift on the vast, misty sea, they were like lone swallows crying at night, separated from their flock, lost in the boundless fog, not knowing where the road ahead lay. They had thought the recapture of Kyoto would be a swift and decisive victory, but instead, they suffered such a crushing defeat. The Taira generals were killed, and Shigehira's fate was unknown… Yoshitsune, why him of all? If it weren't for him, how could Shigehira have been captured? If it weren't for his surprise attack, how could the Taira have suffered such a devastating defeat?… Why was she so ignorant of the history of this place? Why was she brought to such an unfamiliar era? These were all historical figures unrelated to those in books, yet fate had placed her among them, allowing her to so vividly feel their sorrow and grief, to feel their heartache and their pain. Just as she was grieving, a shout suddenly came from a nearby warship: "Someone jumped into the sea!" Startled, Xiaoxue quickly stood up and went to the edge of the ship, looking towards the other warships. She vaguely saw several people jumping into the sea to rescue someone. After a while, it seemed the person had been rescued; she could vaguely make out a woman. Suddenly, she heard loud crying, and a pang of sadness welled up in Xiaoxue's heart; she guessed it was too late. She turned to a woman who had rushed over and asked, "Excuse me, who jumped into the sea?" The woman looked sorrowful and said, "That was the wife of Lord Tongsheng, the young prime minister. Upon hearing of Lord Tongsheng's death, she was overcome with grief and threw herself into the sea to die for him." "How foolish, to throw away one's life so needlessly..." Xiaoxue felt a deep pity for her. "But they must have loved each other very much," she said sadly. The woman nodded and said, "The young prime minister's wife used to be a lady-in-waiting in the palace. Lord Tong Sheng met her by chance and fell in love at first sight. He wrote love letters for three whole years before finally winning her heart. Who knew that such a tragedy would occur so soon after their marriage? It's truly pitiful..." Xiao Xue sighed softly, turning her head away, unable to bear listening any longer. This cruel war had destroyed the happiness of countless people. When would these days end? Her heart grew increasingly weary. If only Cheng Fan were here, at least he could listen to her feelings. She didn't know when it had started, but she had begun to miss his soft voice, his gentle comfort, and the calming fragrance emanating from him... So tired, Cheng Fan, I'm so tired...

Main text: Fuyuyajima

[Updated: 2005-12-30 1:11:34 Word Count: 3887]

Not long after the Taira clan settled in their naval fortress of Yashima, the Minamoto army, led by Noriyori, pressed in, secretly crossing the sea and landing on nearby Kojima. However, due to the Minamoto army's lack of ships, a stalemate ensued. Noriyori was far inferior to his brother Yoshitsune; instead of actively gathering ships for battle, he recruited a group of geishas and settled there happily. The Taira clan, stationed on Yashima, took this opportunity to reorganize their remaining warships and troops, preparing for another battle. "Third brother, Noriyori seems incompetent. If things continue like this, once our army recovers, we should simply launch a decisive attack and crush the Minamoto army," Tomomori said, his face grim. Munemori pondered for a moment and said, "Yoshitsune's absence this time is indeed advantageous to us, but our army is severely weakened and will likely be difficult to recover in the short term." Koyuki remained silent, secretly wondering why Yoshitsune was absent this time. Had Minamoto Yoritomo transferred him? He should have performed a great service this time. Could it be that Lai Chao was jealous of him and transferred him away? Or is there another reason? Oh well, dealing with Fan Lai now is more important. "I heard that Fan Lai is not focused on preparing for war here and has even brought geishas to have fun. But with the army stationed here, there will definitely be a constant stream of supplies. Why don't we send a team to outflank him and cut off his supply lines, putting them in a dilemma?" Xiao Xue suddenly had a brilliant idea. Zong Sheng and Zhi Sheng exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement. "Then..." "Then, I'll take on this task. Please rest assured, brothers." Xiao Xue quickly volunteered. "But..." Zong Sheng glanced at Xiao Xue's face, hesitating to speak. Xiaoxue smiled faintly, touched her face, and said, "What time is it now? What difference does it make whether I wear a mask or not? What does it matter if I'm a woman?" Zhisheng looked at her with complicated eyes and said, "That's right, we don't need that thing anymore. Although you are a woman, you are better than any man. We are only proud of you." "Brother Zhisheng..." Xiaoxue's heart warmed, "We will definitely win again, we definitely will! The Taira clan will not be defeated like this." "That's right, the Taira clan will not be defeated like this," Zhisheng said resolutely. ---------------------------- The next night, Xiaoxue led a team to outflank Hanlai from behind and successfully cut off his supply line. As a result, Hanlai's army was caught in a dilemma, the soldiers' morale was low, and defeat seemed imminent. But less than a month later, extremely bad news came. "What! Minamoto no Yoshitsune has arrived in Kojima!" Even the usually composed Munemori's expression changed. Tomomori also looked grave, saying, "With Yoshitsune's arrival, their morale will surely soar. Moreover, he is skilled in surprise attacks; I think we cannot be careless." Koyuki frowned slightly, a mix of emotions welling up inside her. Yoshitsune, why you again? Are we destined to be enemies? Is this our fate? Just then, a samurai entered the room and reported, "Sir, news has arrived from the capital." Munemori's face immediately showed anxiety. "Is there any news of Shigehira? Speak quickly." The man bowed his head and said, "The news from the capital says that Lord Shigehira..." He suddenly looked troubled, paused, and then said, "Lord Shigehira was first taken to the capital... and paraded through the streets with the heads of the Taira clan generals who had been beheaded, before being taken to Kamakura..." "What! Paraded through the streets!" Munemori, no longer as composed as before, stood up abruptly. Tomomori's face was also filled with sorrow. Koyuki remained silent, her heart aching as if it were about to break. Her beloved Shigehira had suffered such humiliation. What must he be feeling? How much pain must he be in? "Shigehira," she called out repeatedly in her heart, wave after wave of pain washing over her. "Father and Mother have always doted on Shigehira the most since he was little. Every time they went to the palace to see the Lord, they brought him with them. I never imagined that now..." Tomomori's voice choked, unable to continue. "Tomomorori, Koyuki, pull yourself together. We can't worry about this now. The most important thing right now is the battle against the Genji. Calm down." Munemori, after all, was the head of the family and had already controlled his emotions. Koyuki looked up at him; his eyes held unconcealed pain. Yes, the most important thing now was the battle against the Genji. If they won, they might be able to save Shigehira, and the Taira clan might even rise again. They couldn't give up hope. She nodded emphatically and gently patted Tomomori's shoulder. Tomomori grasped her hand tightly, very firmly. Her hand ached slightly from his grip, but for some reason, this pain brought her a strange sense of relief. ================================== About half a month passed, and there was still no movement from Yoshitsune's side. However, the Taira clan did not lower their guard, remaining constantly on guard against a potential surprise attack from Yoshitsune. That evening, the sky suddenly changed, with lightning flashing, a violent storm raging, and huge waves crashing. Koyuki gazed at the surging waves; this was the worst weather she had encountered since arriving on Yashima, and a sense of unease crept into her heart. "Koyuki, the weather is terrible today, you should rest early," Tomomori suddenly said from behind her. Xiaoxue turned around and said, "Brother Zhisheng, I feel uneasy, like I have a bad feeling." Zhisheng walked over and said gently, "I think it's because of the weather. I've never seen such terrible weather before." Xiaoxue shook her head and said, "I don't know why, but I'm always a little worried." Zhisheng looked outside and said, "Don't worry, in this kind of weather, no ship can get across, and a sneak attack is impossible. Go and rest early; you must be tired." Xiaoxue looked at the torrential rain and thought that Zhisheng's words made sense. In such terrible weather, the ship would probably capsize as soon as it entered the sea. Perhaps she was worrying too much. Listening to the thunder, rain, wind, and waves outside, Xiaoxue couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She tossed and turned for a long time before slowly becoming sleepy and drifting off to sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly awoke with a start. The sky was already beginning to lighten, but the wind and rain showed no signs of abating. She listened intently and heard other, seemingly chaotic sounds mixed in—the sounds of fighting. A chill ran down her spine, and she quickly got up and dressed. Just as she was about to open the door, it was suddenly flung open, and someone rushed in. Xiaoxue immediately drew her sword and looked closely. It was Zhisheng. His face was pale, and his expression was anxious, as if he had suffered a great shock. "Quick, Xiaoxue, get out of here!" He grabbed her and dragged her outside. "What happened? What's going on?" Xiaoxue's heart pounded. Could it be— "Minamoto no Yoshitsune, that damned bastard attacked here at this time! I don't even know how many troops he has. It's chaos outside! You're coming with me!" Zhisheng said as fast as he could, quickly dragging her towards the warship. What?! Minamoto no Yoshitsune attacked? In this weather, he actually took this risk? Did he really want to kill the Taira clan? It was him. Why was it always him? Was he born to be the nemesis of the Taira clan? A surge of grief and indignation welled up in her heart, and she was staggered as Tomomori dragged her onto the warship. "Brother, why don't we fight them? Why do we have to run away?" Koyuki said angrily. Tomomori pointed to the island and said in a deep voice, "Do you think we have any chance of winning now?" Koyuki looked in the direction he was pointing. The island was in chaos. The white flags of the Genji clan were flying everywhere. The Taira army, just waking up from a dream, had no time to react and had no will to fight. They all fled towards the warship. Perhaps since the Hōgen era, the Taira warriors had become accustomed to the elegant life of playing the flute, composing poetry, appreciating flowers and the moon. Perhaps the fine horses and golden saddles had corrupted the warriors' spirit, or perhaps the luxurious life had weakened the samurai's heroic spirit. The Taira army had become so vulnerable. Koyuki looked at that place speechlessly and said softly, "Then, have we even lost our last foothold on land?" Tomomori did not answer, but only sighed very softly. "Minamoto no Yoshitsune, do you really intend to destroy the Taira clan?" For the first time, a surge of hatred for Yoshitsune welled up in Koyuki's heart. ========================================== In fact, Minamoto no Yoshitsune had been waiting for this opportunity all along, which was why he had remained inactive. He had been acquiring ships and preparing his plans. This time, he only led three hundred samurai in five ships, braving the wind and rain to land on Yashima. At the break of dawn, they raised their white banners and charged into the enemy camp with shouts. The Taira soldiers were still dreaming. They never imagined that the Minamoto army would cross the sea to attack on such a treacherous day, nor did they know how many men were attacking. Immediately, chaos erupted, with soldiers trampling each other and fleeing for their lives. In reality, only Yoshitsune's three hundred men launched the attack; the more than two hundred warships planned to assist in the battle had been blown by the wind to Awa and failed to join the battle. Thus, the Taira clan suffered another defeat, bewildered and disoriented, and retreated in disarray. Now, with their resources dwindling, the Taira clan had no choice but to concentrate all their ships and soldiers, preparing to annihilate the Minamoto clan on the sea, where they held absolute superiority. Yoshitsune, having witnessed his own army's weakness in naval warfare during the Battle of Yashima, seized the opportunity to train them day and night, transforming a group of horse-riding mountain monkeys into a navy within a month. The Minamoto and Taira armies finally decided to engage in a decisive battle on the sea between Moji and Akama, at Dan-no-ura. For the Taira clan, this was their last stand… "Third brother, we still have about five hundred warships left. Should we use them all for the final battle?" Before the decisive battle, the Taira clan seemed to have decided to gamble everything, appearing more composed than before. Zong Sheng gently shook his head and said, "We need some warships to protect the lord's ship. Allocate some to that side." His face was grave. "Chi Sheng, Xiao Xue, this is the decisive battle for our Taira clan. We must fight with all our might." The final battle—why did hearing those words fill her with such desolation? A desperate battle—she'd only ever read about it in books, never paying attention when she learned about it in language class. She never imagined she'd actually experience it firsthand, and the feeling of being there was so bitter. What would happen if they lost? What would become of the Taira clan…? She suddenly felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, unable to bear the thought. "Xiao Xue, you'll stay on the ship then," Zong Sheng said suddenly, looking at her. She looked up; Zong Sheng's eyes held a hint of worry. "Yes, you'll stay there," Chi Sheng echoed. Her heart trembled slightly. Her brothers wanted to protect her, didn't they? But how could she bear to stand idly by at a time like this…? "No, I want to protect the Taira clan! I want to fight alongside my brothers and annihilate the Minamoto clan!" Xiaoxue looked at them resolutely, each word distinct. Munemori and Tomomori stared at her with complex expressions. After a long while, a rare smile appeared on Munemori's face. He grabbed Xiaoxue's hand and Tomomori's hand, holding them tightly together, and said loudly, "Alright, alright, let's fight another good battle!" Tomomori's eyes seemed to well up with tears. He tightened his grip on Munemori and Xiaoxue's hands as well. Xiaoxue felt a pang of sadness. Her brothers' hands were so warm. But she truly didn't know what the outcome of this battle would be. She only knew that she didn't want to lose her brothers; she absolutely couldn't lose them. For everything she wanted to protect, she would fight with all her might, even at the cost of her life, regardless of the price.

The final chapter of the main text, Tanpu.

[Updated: 2005-12-30 1:12:19 Word Count: 5465]

The day of the decisive battle arrived quickly. Yoshitsune led his hastily assembled navy of over 800 warships, assembled in a month, to the waters off Dan-no-ura. The Taira clan also mobilized all 500 warships to meet him. At dawn, the battle finally began. Naval warfare at that time required coordination with the speed and direction of the currents, so the experienced Taira clan chose a location with faster currents for the decisive battle. On the sea, red flags fluttered in the west, and white flags waved in the east. The warships of the two armies crisscrossed, arrows flying everywhere. Arrows flew from afar, swords were drawn at close range. Ships further apart rained down arrows at each other, while those closer engaged in direct combat. Koyuki and Tomomori were on the same ship. Tomomori fought with extraordinary bravery, shouting encouragement to the Taira warriors: "Victory or defeat hinges on this battle! If fate decrees our demise, then human effort cannot change it. As Taira warriors, we must fight to the death now, and our names will be remembered for generations to come!" Having said that, he leaped onto the enemy's deck, sword in hand, and began slashing wildly. Even the Minamoto samurai were intimidated by his imposing presence. The Taira samurai, knowing this was a battle to the death for their clan, fought desperately, the scene incredibly brutal. The two sides clashed fiercely, some falling into the sea in a tangled mess, others stabbing each other to death, some having their heads severed, and countless others falling to the ground from arrows. The surrounding sea was stained crimson with blood. While deflecting arrows with her sword, Koyuki followed Tomomori onto the enemy ship. She thought of nothing but hacking at the Minamoto samurai who were flying white flags. This battle, she absolutely could not lose. If they lost, the Taira clan would be finished, all of them finished. Absolutely not! She gritted her teeth, each strike more ferocious than the last. Soon, her robes were splattered with blood, emitting a pungent, metallic stench. She glanced at Tomomori, whose long hair was now disheveled and covered in blood, wielding a long sword and fiercely fighting a Minamoto samurai. With a swift movement, she dispatched two enemies nearby and immediately plunged into the melee. "Xiaoxue, are you alright?" Tomomori shouted, his sword piercing the shoulder of the Minamoto samurai he was fighting. Xiaoxue reacted quickly, stabbing the man in the neck, saying, "I'm fine!" She then parried a thrusting blade and killed the man with a swift backhand. "It's not my blood, brother?" she added. Tomomori plunged his sword into another man's armor, calmly replying, "The same." All around was the sound of oars, warships cutting through the waves, arrows flying through the air, soldiers shouting, footsteps echoing, swords clashing against armor, and the sounds of being cut down and falling into the water. The sea off Dannoura resounded with deafening battle cries; everywhere was a chaotic melee. Is this what naval warfare in the age of cold weapons is like? Without cannons, bullets, or torpedoes, it's still so breathtaking. This scene deeply shocked Xiaoxue, a veteran of countless battles. At this moment, she, from the modern era, found herself on this ancient Japanese battlefield, in this fierce naval battle, fighting for the Taira clan, for her brothers. Everything was so unbelievable—was it fate? Or destiny? Around noon, as Chimori and Xiaoxue retreated to their ship, the tide began to surge from west to east. The Genji ships were torn apart, and the helmsmen and sailors on the Genji ships could barely maneuver them. Taking advantage of the current, the Taira warships surged forward. The Genji army, struggling against the tide, gradually retreated towards Manju and Senju. The Taira army pursued closely, launching wave after wave of attacks on the Genji army, and the two armies fought a continuous and fierce battle. Xiaoxue breathed a slight sigh of relief on the boat. A morning of fighting had left her feeling completely exhausted. Genji arrows were still flying in sparsely, but their force seemed much weaker than at the beginning. She glanced at Tomomori beside her; his disheveled hair couldn't hide the faint excitement in his eyes. Yes, at this rate, victory might be on the Taira's side. "Xiaoxue, hold on a little longer. The Taira will definitely win," Tomomori said firmly, turning his head. Xiaoxue nodded, about to speak, when suddenly several screams rang out, and the boat began to rock violently. Tomomori's expression changed, and he rushed to investigate. "Ah!" Another scream came from his own boat. Xiaoxue was startled. Looking closely, she saw that the helmsman and the sailor on the boat had been shot dead by an arrow. The boat stopped abruptly and began to spin in the middle of the sea. "Oh no!" she cried out inwardly. The screams of agony echoed from the surrounding Taira ships; those killed by arrows were all helmsmen and grooms. Without their helmsmen and sailors, the Taira ships were immediately adrift. She was horrified. According to protocol, one could not shoot the enemy's helmsmen and sailors during naval battles. How could the Minamoto clan do this? The archers wouldn't have done it without the order from the Admiral; it must have been a command from above. A command from above… Thinking this, a sharp pain shot through her heart again. Minamoto no Yoshitsune, was it you again? Are you really willing to do anything to destroy the Taira clan? ----------------------At this moment, on the Minamoto clan's warship… Yoshitsune glared at Kagetoshi with displeasure, saying, "Lord Kagetoshi, I am the commander-in-chief! What do you mean by making this decision on your own?" Kagetoshi glared at him, saying, "Our army is in a dangerous situation. This is the only way. No matter what method we use, winning is the most important thing!" A flash of anger crossed Yoshitsune's eyes as he said, "Even if they catch up, we may not necessarily lose. I think you're just afraid, Lord Kagetoshi." Kagetoshi snorted, "Indeed, this method is somewhat despicable, but as long as we win, I think Lord Kamakura will agree. Don't forget, I don't obey you. I was sent by Lord Kamakura to oversee the battle. Last time you released Oni-Mask, I think Lord Kamakura must be unhappy." "Thump!" Yoshitsune's face turned ashen. He slammed his fist against the ship's side, turned around with his retainers, and headed towards the deck, ready to rejoin the battle. Looking around, the Taira clan's hundreds of ships were all swaying and motionless, drifting with the wind. Yoshitsune suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. Koyuki, are you on one of these ships too? Which ship are you on? Where are you? ==================================== The Taira fleet was now in disarray. With most of their helmsmen and sailors shot dead, the warships were like fallen leaves in the water, at the mercy of the waves. To make matters worse, the current suddenly changed direction, from west to east to east to west. This put the Taira ships against the current, and without helmsmen, their formation was thrown into chaos. Morale was also in disarray. Some Taira ships drifted alongside the Minamoto ships, and the two sides clashed again. Others were pushed ashore and were ambushed by the Minamoto army led by Noriyori. The Minamoto army gradually regained its momentum and launched an overwhelming counterattack against the Taira. Meanwhile, Shigenori, from the Awa clan and a member of the Taira clan's fleet, betrayed the Taira clan upon seeing the dire situation and began to retreat with his ships, drastically reversing the tide of war. Under the fierce attack of the Minamoto army, countless Taira soldiers perished. "Is Heaven truly going to destroy our Taira clan?" Tomomori's eyes were filled with sorrow, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly. Koyuki remained silent, only her body trembling slightly. Just then, the tide changed direction; was the Taira clan truly doomed? No, this wasn't fate. She didn't want to believe in fate, she didn't want to believe in such an illusion. "No, Tomomori-nii, we still have a chance, we..." she quickly said. Tomomori glanced at her and said, "Now we'll take a small boat to the lord's ship. Third Brother should be there protecting the lord. Even if it's fate, we must see Third Brother first." Koyuki nodded, a wave of sorrow washing over her. Looking out, the land of Danpo had been transformed into a hellish inferno. The sea was stained with blood, the land covered in corpses. The sea was littered with the corpses of samurai, and countless red banners of the Taira clan lay fallen on the water like fallen red leaves on a river, drifting sadly with the waves. Had this final battle, which had lasted almost a day, really ended in defeat? So unwilling, so incredibly unwilling. Victory was so close, yet… Was all hope truly lost? After boarding the ship, Munemori, covered in blood and clad in blue armor, stood on the deck. His long, disheveled hair flew in the wind, his cold eyes staring blankly ahead, completely oblivious to the arrows raining down upon him. “Brother Munemori, should we retreat?” Koyuki asked cautiously. Munemori slowly turned his head, a hint of despair and resolve in his eyes, and shook his head. “Then?” Koyuki asked, puzzled. Zong Sheng glanced at Zhi Sheng again and calmly said, "The Ping family's defeat is inevitable today. Our fate is sealed. I have already informed Dezi and the lord." Zhi Sheng's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, but he smiled sadly and said, "Third brother, since things have come to this, our fate is inescapable. Rather than be captured, it's better to end it all cleanly, without disgracing the Ping family's name." Zong Sheng nodded faintly and said, "Indeed, the Ping family's defeat today leaves us with no face to live on." Xiao Xue was completely stunned by their conversation. She seemed not to understand what her brother was saying at all. What was wrong with them? She suddenly grabbed Zhi Sheng's sleeve, panicking, "Brother Zhi Sheng, what are you saying? I don't understand, I don't understand!" Zhi Sheng trembled slightly, looking at her with sorrowful eyes, hesitant to speak. Just then, a splash came from the stern of the boat, followed by several heavy objects falling into the water. Xiao Xue was startled and was about to run to the stern when Zhi Sheng suddenly grabbed her hand. "Brother Chimori, someone's fallen into the water! Someone's fallen into the water!" Xiaoxue was at a loss. Her brother's sorrowful eyes clenched her heart, causing a sharp pain. "That's the Lord and Tokuko jumping into the sea. There's an empire even under the big waves." Munemori's calm tone made Xiaoxue gasp. Her mind went blank. "Why? Why? Why would they give up their lives like that?" She grabbed Chimori's clothes and shouted hoarsely. Emperor Antoku was only eight years old this year. Chimori slowly raised his eyes, looked around, and said softly, "Xiaoxue, look..." Xiaoxue suddenly raised her head, her eyes sweeping around, and she was shocked. On the Taira clan's ships, the few remaining samurai and women had all jumped into the sea without hesitation, some wearing heavy armor, some carrying heavy loads on their backs, and some holding heavy loads in their arms. They quickly sank. On the adjacent boat, Zong Sheng's two uncles, Jiao Sheng and Jing Sheng, chained their armor together and jumped into the sea hand in hand. Chong Sheng's sons, Zi Sheng, You Sheng, and Xing Sheng, also joined hands and jumped in, each so composed, as if they were heading to the true capital, not the cold ocean. Countless splashes of water erupted on the surface, the sounds of splashing echoing across the water. Xiao Xue stared in disbelief and grief, her mind completely blank. Tears streamed down her face. She turned to her two brothers, her heart aching. Could it be that they, too…? No, no! She gripped Zhisheng's shoulders tightly, shaking him violently, and cried out, "No, brother, don't do this! Please, don't do this!" A strange smile appeared on Zhisheng's lips. He reached out and stroked Xiaoxue's hair, whispering, "Xiaoxue, we Ping family would rather die than fall into enemy hands. If we are captured, our fate will likely be even more difficult. It's better to die bravely. Today, fate has decreed this, and we have no choice in the matter." Xiaoxue looked up, Zhisheng's smile piercing her heart. She glanced at Zongsheng, who gazed at her and smiled faintly as well. Her brothers' smiles were so desolate; her heart was breaking. Why must what she so desperately wanted to protect be destroyed so easily? Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... She hugged Zhisheng tightly, so tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear. "Please, no, no... please don't..." she murmured. Zhisheng felt Xiaoxue's body trembling uncontrollably and reached out to hug her tightly. He cherished the warmth of holding her, but seeing Yuanjun about to approach, he finally hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and pushed Xiaoxue away forcefully. Xiaoxue was caught off guard and fell onto the deck. "Xiaoxue, we'll meet again in the next life!" Zhisheng turned back and looked at her deeply with tears in his eyes before quickly jumping into the sea. "Brother Zhisheng! No!" she cried out shrilly, her heart breaking. She looked at Zongsheng, who smiled through his tears as well: "Xiaoxue, brother is going first." "No, don't leave me!" Xiaoxue stumbled to her feet and reached out to pull Zongsheng away. With a tear, Zongsheng was already in the water, leaving her with only half a torn piece of his sapphire blue brooch. "Brother! Brother!" Only a few splashes of water rose in the sea, creating a few faint ripples. She could no longer see her two brothers. Overwhelmed with grief, Xiaoxue gazed at the sea, tears streaming down her face. "Brothers, how cruel you are! You've abandoned me like this, given up on everything? So cruel, so cruel..." No, she couldn't let her brothers die. Whether they wanted to or not, she wanted to save them. She took a few deep breaths, preparing to jump into the sea, when suddenly, a white-feathered arrow, whistling through the air, hurtled straight towards her face. She instinctively dodged to the side, and with a sharp pain, her small black sword clattered to the ground. Looking down, she saw the arrow had struck her right shoulder with great force. Blood gushed out instantly. The pain was excruciating, a pain she had never experienced before, and her consciousness began to fade... In her hazy state, she heard someone board the ship. Struggling to open her eyes, she vaguely saw a general in red armor walking towards her. "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue!" His voice trembled and changed tone. He turned around and angrily shouted, "Lord Jing Shi, who told you to fire the arrow! Why did you fire the arrow!" "Lord Jiulang, don't you know this is a demon mask? Since she's not dead, hurry up and arrest her." The man said in a gloomy tone. Lord Jiulang, it was Minamoto no Yoshitsune. A surge of hatred welled up in her heart. She suddenly widened her eyes and saw the general in front of her. The elegant and gentle young man who had once moved her heart was now her mortal enemy. She mustered all her strength to stand up and took a step back. "Xiaoxue, you've lost a lot of blood. Don't move around." Yoshitsune said softly with a face full of heartache. How could his beloved girl be so badly injured? That damned Jing Shi almost killed her. His heart was being torn apart, pierced by a thorn. Xiaoxue stared at him with hatred, then suddenly bent down, enduring the pain, and picked up the fallen knife with her left hand. The wound on her shoulder was so painful she was almost fainting, but the pain in her heart was dozens, hundreds, thousands of times greater than the physical pain. This man before her had caused her to lose her brothers, to lose all her family. This excruciating pain drove her to a frenzy. She slowly raised the knife, shouting, word by word, "I will kill you, Minamoto no Yoshitsune! I will kill you, I will kill you!" She swung the knife at Yoshitsune. "Clang!" Ise Saburo's sword blocked her attack. Shocked by the force, her sword flew away, and the blood from her shoulder flowed even more profusely. "Xiaoxue," Ise Saburo called softly, reaching out to support her. "Don't hurt her!" Yoshitsune shouted. Xiaoxue forcefully shook off Saburo's support, staggering back a few steps. "Lord Kuro, if she doesn't receive timely treatment, I'm afraid her injury..." Saburo said softly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. Yoshitsune pondered for a moment. The only way now was to take her back to the camp for treatment. He had to capture her; otherwise, if he let her go, she might bleed to death. "Koyuki, come back with me." He moved closer to Koyuki. "Don't come any closer!" Koyuki shouted sharply. Fine, her brothers were gone anyway. Rather than be captured and tortured, she'd rather go with them. This life would end like this... This era would end like this... "As a member of the Taira clan, I would rather die than be captured by you, Minamoto no Yoshitsune! I hate you!" As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped into the sea like a leaf falling from a branch. "No!" Yoshitsune cried out in alarm and immediately jumped in without hesitation. Koyuki, you can't die! Even if you hate me, even if you want to kill me, I won't let you die! I absolutely won't let you die!

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After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoxue awoke with a sharp pain. Looking down, she saw that her shoulder had been bandaged, the bleeding had stopped, but waves of intense pain still lingered. Looking around, she had no idea where she was. Suddenly, she remembered her two brothers jumping into the sea, and a wave of grief washed over her, her heart aching, and she silently wept. What happened to the Taira clan? Had her brothers, Munemori and Tomomori, really left so heartlessly? The door slowly slid open, and seeing the person who entered, the hatred in Xiaoxue's heart rekindled. If she hadn't been injured, she would have killed him, she definitely would. Yoshitsune entered and saw the awakened Xiaoxue, immediately letting out a sigh of relief. Since rescuing her from the sea, he had been living in constant fear for the past two days. But when he met Xiaoxue's eyes, his heart sank again. The gentle, lively eyes he knew were gone; in them, he saw only two words—hatred. He slowly walked to her side, looking at her intently, but said nothing. Xiaoxue stared at him coldly for a moment, then turned her head away. "Xiaoxue, I know you hate me, but you're very weak right now. Eat something." He held a bowl of congee, scooped up a little with a spoon, gently blew on it, and brought it to Xiaoxue's lips. "Crack!" A crisp sound of shattering porcelain rang out. Xiaoxue had already raised her left hand and quickly knocked the bowl away. Yoshitsune's clothes were instantly a mess. He didn't care about that; he quickly grabbed her left hand, examining it carefully, repeatedly asking, "Are you burned? Are you burned?" "Let go of me! Don't be so hypocritical!" Xiaoxue forcefully pulled her hand back, and with the force, the pain in her right shoulder seemed to worsen. At this moment, another person entered from outside—Ise Saburo. "Lord Kuro, are you alright?" He must have heard the voice and entered. Yoshitsune gently shook his head and said, "Saburo, go and tell them to prepare a bowl of porridge, no, prepare more." "Yes." Saburo nodded, glancing at Koyuki, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "Let me go! I want to go back, I don't want to stay here, I don't want to see you!" Koyuki's expression began to frantically change again; if this continued, she might really go mad. "Where are you going back to? Your Taira clan has been completely wiped out!" Saburo couldn't help but interject. "Shut up!" Yoshitsune shouted, glaring fiercely at Saburo. She trembled, looking at Saburo with eyes full of pain, then slowly turning her gaze to Yoshitsune. Seeing her increasingly desperate eyes, Yoshitsune's heart ached more and more. The Taira clan had been wiped out, the Taira clan was gone, her brothers were gone, nothing was left, she had nothing left, everything she wanted to protect had been destroyed, everything. "We rescued dozens of those who jumped into the sea, including Emperor Antoku's mother, Tokuko," Yoshitsune said softly, as if offering comfort. Xiaoxue's eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her eyes and asked softly, "Are Zongsheng-gege and Zhisheng-gege there?" Yijing stared at her, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes, and slowly shook his head. The flame of hope in Xiaoxue's eyes immediately died. She turned her head away and said coldly, "Even if we are rescued, what then? You'll still send us to Kamakura to curry favor and gain rewards. It's better to die at sea than to be humiliated by you." "Xiaoxue, I..." Yoshitsune's expression became agitated. "I will never send you to Kamakura. You are not a member of the Taira clan. You are just a Song woman they adopted. I will definitely save you. I will not let anyone hurt you." "Hurt you?" Xiaoxue's eyes were as cold as ice. "The one who hurt me is you. It was you who killed Munemori, Tomomori, and Shigehira, whose fate is unknown. All of this is your doing. You destroyed our Taira clan with your own hands. It was you, it's all your fault!" Yoshitsune's face changed drastically. He stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, it was me, it's all my fault. How could I have wanted this? But the blood of the Minamoto clan flows in my veins. This is my destiny, a destiny I can never escape." He looked at her with deep sorrow and turned to walk away. “Xiaoxue, actually, Lord Kuro is really worried about you. He stayed by your side for two days and two nights without closing his eyes while you were unconscious. I’ve never seen him like that before. If he doesn’t send you to Kamakura, Lord Kagetoki will definitely cause trouble with the Kamakura lord. This is probably the first time Lord Kuro has disobeyed the Kamakura lord’s wishes, so…” “Don’t say anything more. This has nothing to do with me. I will absolutely not let him save you.” Xiaoxue coldly interrupted him. She didn’t want to hear anything. Her heart had been completely shattered the moment her brothers jumped into the sea. Saburo shook his head helplessly and walked towards the door. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Yoshitsune leaning against a tree, his eyes closed, looking pained. “Lord Kuro…” he called softly as he approached. The usually amiable Lord Kuro’s expression now made him feel depressed. "Saburo, why? This isn't the fate I wanted, but I can't deny it. It was me who drove my childhood friend to his death. It was me who destroyed the entire Taira clan with my own hands!" His expression grew increasingly agitated. He gripped Saburo's clothes tightly, his voice hoarse. "Why? Why did fate choose me? Why did I have to bear this burden, to shoulder all of this? Why?! On one side is my brother, on the other is my beloved. How could I not struggle? Who knows the pain in my heart?!" "Lord Kurou, please calm down, please calm down!" Saburo, seeing Yoshitsune so hysterical for the first time, was somewhat alarmed. Yoshitsune's grip on his clothes gradually loosened, his expression slowly returning to normal. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry, Saburo, I lost control." He paused, then added, "Please take the porridge to her room later. I beg you." ------------------------------------------------- Xiaoxue glanced indifferently at the bowls of porridge beside her. How could she possibly eat now? She had absolutely no appetite. The pain in her shoulder was intensifying, but at this moment, she wished for it to hurt more, to hurt even more, so that the pain in her heart could be temporarily relieved. Suddenly, a withered yellow leaf drifted in through the latticed window. She looked up and saw fallen leaves everywhere; it was already late autumn. She gazed at the fallen leaf, and thought to herself, "Am I not like that fallen leaf now?" "Unable to withstand the fierce autumn wind, the red leaves are scattered and blown about. Drifting aimlessly, I too am overwhelmed with sorrow." At this moment, she easily recalled this poem; perhaps the intensive education she received as a child was finally starting to bear fruit. Her thoughts became chaotic again, fragments of her memory slowly resurfacing: the glare contest when she first met Chongheng, Zhisheng's fierce expression as she secretly watched them practice martial arts, their earnest faces when they taught her archery, the bickering during their planning of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin dance, Chongheng and Zhisheng often taking the blame for her, Zongsheng occasionally blushing at her, Zhisheng constantly scolding her for her lack of manners, her antics during family flower viewing and poetry recitations that always brought laughter to everyone—those were the days when her brothers and mother were so happy, their smiles so touching… But those days would never return, because… her brothers had abandoned her, they would never come back, they were forever asleep in the cold, dark sea, separated by death, never to see them again in this life. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, ripped apart, pierced again and again, numb, leaving only a throbbing pain. Pain, it really hurt… ========================================= News of the Taira clan's complete annihilation at the Battle of Dan-ura quickly reached Heian-kyo. Inside the palace, in the main hall. Emperor Go-Toba had not yet appeared behind the curtain. The Grand Councilor, also a member of the court, glanced at the Middle Councilor, Fujiwara no Narifusa, beside him. Since receiving news of the Taira clan's crushing defeat at Ichi-no-tani, the usually dashing and carefree Fujiwara no Narifusa seemed preoccupied, a hint of unease creeping into his expression. "Lord Middle Counselor, what's wrong with you lately? I've heard the ladies-in-waiting in the palace complaining that you're a heartless man, that you haven't visited them in a long time. Could it be that you have a new favorite?" A smug smile appeared on his face. "Is there any woman in this world you can't win?" Seihan glanced at the Grand Counselor, his elegant smile returning, tinged with sarcasm. "Lord Grand Counselor, you really are a busybody, concerned with both state affairs and these trivial matters." The Grand Counselor chuckled, "How I wish I could be as carefree as Lord Middle Counselor, with such a distinguished family and such expertise in law. Even if you don't usually concern yourself with politics, you're still indispensable here." Seihan smiled faintly, glancing at the imperial curtain, and said, "His Majesty has come out." "My esteemed ministers, you may not know this, but a few days ago, the Taira clan was defeated by the Minamoto clan at the Battle of Dan-no-ura and has been completely wiped out." A hint of excitement trembled in the Emperor's voice from behind the curtain. "Lord Middle Counselor, what's wrong?" The Grand Counselor suddenly noticed Fujiwara no Narifumi beside him turn deathly pale and sway slightly. Narifumi shook his head slightly, forcing a smile, and said, "I'm fine." He then turned to the Emperor and asked, "Your Majesty, has the entire Taira clan perished?" His voice carried a hint of urgency. The Emperor whispered from behind the curtain, "Most of the Taira clan members drowned themselves at sea, but several dozen were captured and will soon be taken to Kamakura." Narifumi bowed again and said, "Your Majesty, I am truly unwell today. Please forgive my rudeness, and I will take my leave." The surrounding courtiers looked at him in astonishment. This Lord Middle Counselor was truly bold; it seemed that no minister had ever left the palace midway before. The Emperor remained silent for a moment, then said, "Then you may leave, my dear minister." "Thank you, Your Majesty. I take my leave." Cheng Fan turned gracefully and walked out of the hall. As soon as he stepped outside, he clutched his chest tightly. If he stayed any longer, he feared he would lose his composure and collapse. The entire Taira clan, utterly annihilated—this news had nearly stopped his heart from beating. Little bird, little bird, from now on, would he never see her face again, never hear her voice again, never see her smile again, never feel her warmth again… The thought tore his heart in two. Was she truly going to become Princess Kaguya, returning to the moon, never to return? No, she wouldn't die, she absolutely wouldn't die. He didn't want her to die; he couldn't lose her… absolutely not… This heartache, this heartache solely for her, at this moment, he completely understood. His heart, unknowingly, had already fallen for her... Little bird, I will never let you go back to the moon, never! "My lord, please get in the carriage." The servant waiting outside the palace lifted the bamboo curtain as soon as he emerged. "Chuiyue, go back and prepare a horse for me immediately," Cheng Fan ordered as he got into the carriage. "Prepare a horse? My lord, are you going on a long journey?" Chuiyue asked, puzzled. "Yes," Cheng Fan nodded, "The fastest horse." Little bird, wait for me, you must wait for me... This time, I will hold you tightly and never let go again...

March Spring Breeze

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Over the past two days, Xiaoxue's injuries had improved somewhat, but she hadn't eaten anything or uttered a single word. She was constantly immersed in past memories, her heart heavy with sorrow. All her strength seemed to have vanished in this devastating blow; she grew weaker day by day, even lacking the strength to harbor hatred. Yoshitsune was anxious and worried, forced to watch helplessly as she grew more and more haggard, his heart aching. "Lord Kuro, Lord Kagetoki has already gone to Kamakura," Saburo's voice suddenly rang in his ears. "What!" Yoshitsune exclaimed in surprise. "When did he leave?" Kagetoki and he had always been at odds. He wondered what he would say upon returning to Kamakura, and what worried him most was that he would tell his brother about Xiaoxue. Thinking of this, a sense of unease crept into his heart. "It seems he left yesterday evening," Saburo said. He left yesterday, so he should have arrived in Kamakura today. Yoshitsune's mood grew increasingly troubled. What should he do next? Even if his brother knew Xiaoxue's identity, he would never send her to Kamakura with the other prisoners, but Xiaoxue was in this state... "Saburo, has Koyuki still not eaten anything?" Yoshitsune turned and asked. Seeing Saburo shake his head helplessly, his heart clenched. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll go see her." "But, Lord Kuro..." Saburo looked worried. Yoshitsune nodded and said, "I understand. She doesn't want to see me, but if this continues, she won't be able to hold on." -------------------- As soon as Koyuki saw Yoshitsune enter, she slowly turned her head away, refusing to look at him again. A wave of sorrow washed over Yoshitsune. He gently walked to her side and sat down, gazing at her for a moment before softly calling, "Xiao Xue." He knew she wouldn't respond, so he continued to speak to himself, "Do you remember? Before fleeing to Mutsu, I went to see my mother. I've always remembered what she said. She said, 'As a samurai of the Minamoto clan, this is your destiny, one that cannot be changed. However, you must become a good warrior who does not oppress the weak and helpless. As your mother, I've endured hunger and hardship with you young children, and I know the cruelty of war all too well. I've also seen far too many others suffering the same misery as me. So, if everything you do is to protect the peaceful path of the bow and arrow, to eliminate those heartbreaking sights from the world, then how happy I would be!' He paused." He glanced at Xiaoxue, who seemed expressionless, and continued, "If the Minamoto and Taira clans continue to fight, it is the people of the world who will suffer. Therefore, I must embark on this path of defeating the Taira clan by force. Only when either the Minamoto or Taira clans is completely defeated can the world be at peace, and only then can there be a new nation, a completely different new nation. Whether you hate me or resent me, that's all I have to say." Xiaoxue tilted her head, slowly opened her eyes, and suddenly said softly, "I... I'm not as great as you. What new nation, what people of the world, none of that matters to me. I... I only care about my brothers..." "Xiaoxue, I will protect you. I will protect you in place of your brothers. I will never let you be hurt again..." As if touched by her sorrowful words, Yoshitsune's expression became somewhat agitated. "No... it's not necessary. Just send me to Kamakura, whether I'm executed or imprisoned... I... I don't care." Her voice gradually weakened. "No, I won't!" Yoshitsune felt a pang of pain in his heart and grabbed Koyuki's left hand. "How could I? How could I bear to? Koyuki, you know my feelings... I..." "I don't want to hear it!" Koyuki suddenly became agitated as well. "Let go of me..." She quickly regained her composure and said coldly. Yoshitsune, unusually stubborn, stared at her and said, "Koyuki, stay by my side. You're only safe by my side now. Even if you hate me, I want to keep you by my side..." His hand trembled slightly, but he showed no intention of letting go of her. "Minamoto no Yoshitsune, there's never anything between us." Koyuki suddenly turned her head, looking directly at him. "Every time I see your face, I'm reminded of my brothers' tragic deaths. Every time I hear your voice, I'm reminded of the Taira clan's destruction. All of this is because of you. If I were with you, day and night, I would live in agony. Do you understand?" She didn't know where the strength came from, but after saying this long string of words, she couldn't continue. A hurt look flashed in Yoshitsune's eyes. "Alright, if you want revenge, then eat something quickly." Yoshitsune said softly, releasing her hand, then stood up and walked away. Koyuki closed her eyes in anguish. What should she do next? What should she do? Who could tell her? Who could...? The news of the Taira clan's destruction must have reached Heian-kyo by now. So—Naruki must know too, but even if he knows, what can he do? Perhaps he'll just sigh with regret. Narifumi wouldn't care, would he? ============================================ Kamakura, the residence of Minamoto no Yoritomo. Upon arriving in Kamakura, Kajiwara Kagetoki hurried to the residence of Minamoto no Yoritomo, the Lord of Kamakura, to report the details of the battle. Seeing him arrive, Yoritomo's lips curled into an undisguised smile. This smile had appeared on his face intermittently since receiving news of the Taira clan's annihilation at Dan-no-ura a few days prior. Finally, this day had arrived. The sworn enemy, the Taira clan, had finally ended in his hands, and the long-standing conflict between the Minamoto and Taira families had come to an end. From this day forward, the Taira clan would completely disappear from this place, and the era of the Minamoto clan's rule was about to begin. "Kagetoki, thank you for your hard work this time," Yoritomo said with a rare warmth in his voice. Kagetoki glanced up at Yoritomo. Yoritomo, in his early thirties, wore a purple robe, his chiseled features already hinting at a regal air. Even with a smile, he exuded an undeniable air of authority. "Congratulations, sir! The Taira clan has finally perished. I would have gone through fire and water for you, sir. There was no hardship involved," Kagetoki quickly said. Yoritomo nodded slightly and added, "Kuro's performance was also commendable. He contributed significantly to the battles of Ichinotani and Dan-no-ura." A fleeting, enigmatic expression crossed Kagetoki's face as he said, "Lord Kuro's contribution was indeed invaluable, but..." "But what?" Yoritomo raised an eyebrow slightly. “However, Lord Kuro has become arrogant, taking all the credit for the victory, which is truly unacceptable. As your confidant, I have advised him countless times, but to no avail. I am very worried about being punished and truly hope to return to your side as soon as possible.” Kagetoki would not let such a good opportunity slip by. A hint of something unreadable flashed in Yoritomo’s eyes, but he said nothing. “By the way, were all the captured people Taira clan members?” Yoritomo seemed unmoved by Kagetoki’s words and asked casually. “Reporting to you, sir, apart from Taira no Kiyomori’s younger brother, Taira no Tadashi, and others, most of them were women and children of the Taira clan who were rescued after jumping into the sea, including His Majesty Emperor Antoku’s mother, totaling about seventy people.” Seeing that Yoritomo’s face was expressionless, Kagetoki continued, “However, this time we captured Oni-Mask, who killed countless Minamoto samurai.” “Oh?” Yoritomo’s face seemed to show a hint of interest. “However, sir, there’s something even more surprising. This masked woman is actually a woman, and a young lady of the Taira clan, the younger sister of Taira no Munemori.” “Is that so?” A hint of surprise flashed across Yoritomo’s eyes. “The Taira clan actually has such a woman?” He smiled faintly and added, “Then when they are taken to Kamakura, I really want to meet this woman.” “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, sir.” Kagetoki seemed hesitant to speak, which only piqued Yoritomo’s curiosity. “Disappointed? Why?” Yoritomo asked, somewhat puzzled. "This..." Jing Shi paused, then added, "I'm afraid Lord Kuro won't agree." "Kuro? What does this have to do with him?" "My lord, Lord Kuro seems to treat this Taira woman differently. He let her go in Ichinoya last time, and when I wounded her this time, Lord Kuro was quite flustered. From what I can tell, Lord Kuro not only knows this woman, but... he's probably even in love with her." "This Taira woman must be exceptionally beautiful." Yoritomo's lips curled into an enigmatic smile as he casually picked up a scroll beside him. "What's this woman's name?" he asked casually. Jing Shi thought for a moment and said, "I don't know her name, but I heard Lord Kuro call her Koyuki." "Clatter!" The scroll in Yoritomo's hand suddenly fell. His expression changed slightly, his smile vanished, and he asked again as if in disbelief, "What? What did you say Kuro called her?!" Jing Shi stared at Yoritomo in shock. Even the famously composed Lord Kamakura could lose his composure like this. He quickly replied, "Lord Kuro calls her Koyuki." "This woman has fair skin, is exceptionally beautiful, and has a pair of distinctive amber eyes..." "Eyes?" Hearing Yoritomo's question, Kagetoki was even more surprised and nodded, saying, "Indeed." Yoritomo was silent for a moment, his expression gradually returning to calm, and he said in a low voice, "Kagetoki, you go to Kuro immediately and escort all the captured Taira clan members here, including that woman named Koyuki." Kagetoki nodded and added, "However, I'm afraid Lord Kuro won't release her." A fleeting, inscrutable look flashed in Yoritomo's eyes as he asked, "What is her relationship with her brothers like?" Kagetoki immediately answered. “Excellent. After her brothers jumped into the sea, she almost killed Lord Kuro.” “In that case,” a strange smile appeared on Yoritomo’s lips, “Don’t worry about Kuro. Just tell the woman named Koyuki that if she doesn’t come with the captured troops, then Taira no Shigehira will be subjected to the punishment of being strangled.” “Strangled?” Upon hearing this name, Kagetoki couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine. “Yes, but will that even work?” “She will definitely come.” Yoritomo smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to indicate that he had everything under control. After receiving the order, Kagetoki got up to leave when he suddenly heard Yoritomo ask in a low voice, “How serious is her injury?” “Just a wound to the shoulder. When I arrived, she was no longer in mortal danger.” Kagetoki tried his best to hide his surprise. The Kamakura lord seemed to have a rather peculiar attitude towards this woman. Yoritomo stared at Kagetoki’s back, his face solemn. He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking his way. Koyuki, so she was a member of the Taira clan. So she was Oni-Masked… Kuro, Koyuki—they'd been hiding it from him all along, deceiving him. Not a single member of the Heike family could be spared, but what about her? What should he do with her? Kill her? He couldn't do that. Let her go? He couldn't do that either. What should he do? His usually calm heart felt like it was on fire... A faint pain lingered. ============================================ The wound on her shoulder started hurting again. Although it had gradually improved over the past few days, the pain still kept her awake all night. Plus, she hadn't eaten anything, and her body felt like it no longer belonged to her. Her strength was slowly disappearing. "Squeak—" She heard the sound of a sliding door being opened. It must be Yoshitsune again. She quickly turned her head away. After a long while, she heard nothing. She said coldly, "Get out. I don't want to see you." Her voice was weak, yet it carried a stubbornness. "Little Bird, you... don't even want to see me?" Her body trembled at that voice. It was so familiar. Could it be...? But how could it be? He should be in Heian-kyo. How could this be? She slowly turned her head in disbelief. A willow-colored robe, a black hat—his unparalleled elegance was evident, though his face showed signs of weariness, and his once carefree spirit had faded. A few strands of black hair fell loosely across his forehead, unable to conceal the heartache in his eyes. "Sungbeom... is that you?" She slowly reached out her left hand in surprise, touching his face. He reached out and grasped her hand, saying softly, "It's me, Little Bird." Was this a dream? Sungbeom was actually here. She pinched his cheek hard. "Ouch, that hurts! Little Bird, is this how you treat me?" Sungbeom smiled slightly. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" Xiaoxue still looked confused. "But why doesn't my face hurt?" "Idiot, because you pinched me." Cheng Fan looked at her helplessly and with pity, the warmth in his eyes seeming to melt her. At this moment, she could no longer control her emotions, clutching Cheng Fan's clothes tightly and crying bitterly. Cheng Fan gently embraced her, letting her vent her emotions in his arms. "That's good, you're not dead..." he murmured. "My brothers, they're all gone. Everything I wanted to protect has been destroyed. The Ping family I wanted to protect, my brothers are all gone..." she sobbed intermittently. "But you still have me, little bird, you still have me," Cheng Fan's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, lightly brushing against her heart, soothing her pain, and embracing her sorrow. "I, I only have you left, Cheng Fan, in this era, I only have you left..." her voice became excited, as if she had grasped a lifeline and clung tightly to Cheng Fan. After crying for a while, she felt weak all over, and didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. “Little bird, you haven’t eaten anything these past few days. Now listen to me, be a good girl and eat a little.” His gentle gaze seemed to have a magical power, and Xiaoxue nodded uncontrollably. His smile deepened. He got up and walked to the door, whispering something to someone. When he came back in, he was carrying a bowl of porridge. He helped Xiaoxue up, gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, touched it with his lips to test the temperature, and then fed it to her. Cheng Fan actually knew how to feed people! How strange! In the past, she would have teased him, but now a warmth gradually welled up in her heart. So he could be this thoughtful too. Seeing her open her mouth and drink the first mouthful, Cheng Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. His emotions had been fluctuating wildly all day. He was overjoyed to hear that she was still alive, but when he heard she was wounded by an arrow, he was filled with anxiety. He was happy to see her, but her haggard appearance tore at his heart. She was no longer the little bird he knew. The blow she suffered was simply too great. He truly regretted it; he should have forcibly taken her away back in Kyushu. "Is the injury on your shoulder very painful?" Cheng Fan didn't miss her slightly furrowed brow. She nodded, finishing a bowl of porridge, seemingly regaining some strength. "It hurts, but it should be alright. However... I think I might not be able to handle a knife anymore." A hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes. "If you can't handle a knife, that's fine. I won't let you handle any knives anymore either." Cheng Fan put down his bowl, that elegant smile returning to his face. He took out a scented handkerchief from his robes and carefully wiped Xiaoxue's lips. He wiped and wiped, then suddenly stopped, gazing at her intently. He slowly said, "From now on, it's my turn to protect you." His eyes were gentle yet resolute; the gentle warmth flowing within them made Xiaoxue unable to think. They stared at each other like that. Chengfan's eyes were so serious; his expression didn't seem like he was joking. He truly was an incredibly gentle person. Deep within her, something seemed to be melting little by little. But she was a prisoner now; how could she drag him down with her? She had already lost too much; she didn't want to lose him too. "I don't need your protection. You should leave. Go back to Heian-kyo." She gritted her teeth, issuing the order to leave. A hint of a smile flickered in Cheng Fan's eyes as he softly said, "Oh, little bird, you still care about me. But don't worry about dragging me down." A slight smile played on his lips as he continued, "I'll go back, but I'll take you with me. We'll go back together, understand?" Xiao Xue looked at him with slight surprise. Why could he always see through her thoughts so easily? "Alright, you should rest now." He helped her lie down, covered her with the blanket, and only felt relieved after she closed her eyes. "Cheng Fan, thank you," she whispered with her eyes closed, feeling a little more at ease for some reason. After a long silence, she became puzzled and was about to open her eyes when suddenly she felt a warmth on them, as if something was covering them. "Don't open them," Cheng Fan's low voice rang out, his hot breath right between her eyelids. Her face flushed instantly. Cheng Fan was kissing her eyes. "I'll always be by your side, always." His hot breath tickled her eyes, but a strange flutter stirred in her heart. At least, he was there, and he was by her side. "That's a good boy/girl." His lips finally left her eyes. He smiled at her for a moment, then walked out. Xiaoxue dared not open her eyes any longer. After a long while, she reached up and touched her eyes; the warmth of Chengfan's lips still seemed to linger there. ----------------------------------------- As soon as Chengfan stepped out the door, he nodded slightly to the person outside and said, "Lord Kuro, have you been here the whole time?" Yoshitsune's face was a little pale. He simply asked, "Has she eaten?" Seeing Chengfan nod again, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face. "Lord Chunagon, thank you so much this time. You must be tired from your journey; you should rest early." Xiaoxue had eaten as soon as he arrived, and although Yoshitsune felt a pang of sadness, he was still grateful. Chengfan smiled faintly and said, "Before we rest, I'd like to speak with Lord Kuro alone." Yoshitsune was taken aback and looked at Chengfan. Behind Chengfan's elegant smile lay a hint of something that couldn't be refused. "Well, Lord Kuro?" His smile remained, but his tone carried a sense of pressure. "Alright, please follow me." Yoshitsune nodded.

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"Lord Kuro, what do you intend to do?" Cheng Fan looked up at Yoshitsune and asked bluntly. Yoshitsune glanced at Cheng Fan and said, "In short, I will absolutely not send her to Kamakura." He paused, then added, "I want to keep her by my side." "I'm sorry, but I'm taking her back." Cheng Fan smiled faintly, but his tone was undeniably firm. Yoshitsune was startled, staring at Narifumi, and blurted out, "No." Narifumi seemed to have anticipated this answer, calmly looking at him, and slowly said, "Lord Kuro, please don't forget, you are a member of the Minamoto clan, and don't forget, the one who personally destroyed the Taira clan—was you." He looked at Yoshitsune's pale face and added, "Then how could she possibly stay obediently by your side?" Yoshitsune tried his best to control his emotions and said in a deep voice, "I know, but I just want to protect her. I want to do everything in my power to prevent her from being harmed again." A hint of softening flashed in Narifumi's eyes, and after a long while, he said softly, as if casually, "Let her go." Yoshitsune was startled again, his lips moved, but no words came out. “Let her go, if—if you truly love her.” Cheng Fan’s smile faded. “I don’t deny you can protect her, but if she’s with you, every time she sees you, it will trigger her most tragic memories. Her inner wounds will likely never heal, and she’ll only struggle in pain forever. Can you bear it?” Yoshitsune bit his lip tightly. If he were with him, day and night, he would live in agony. Do you understand? Xiao Xue’s words echoed in his ears again. Indeed, Xiao Xue would never be happy. Her pain, as Cheng Fan said, might never heal. But if he let her go, he might never see her again in this life. The thought made his heart clench, a sharp pain seeping in. “I will take her back. If she doesn’t like the capital, I will take her to a place she likes, and I will spend my whole life healing her wounds.” Seeing Yoshitsune’s struggling and thoughtful expression, Cheng Fan’s tone softened. "Lord Chengfan, do you... like her?" Yoshitsune asked hesitantly. "Yes, I like her very much." Chengfan's lips curved into a faint smile. "It's just a pity I realized this too late. Now, my greatest fear is losing her, so... I must take her back, no matter the cost." "Then, will you also give up your official position in the capital?" Yoshitsune asked again. "Yes, I can't let myself regret this again." Chengfan's smile remained. Yoshitsune remained silent. He, who loved Xiaoxue so much, who could abandon everything, was perhaps more suited to heal Xiaoxue's wounds than he was. He was the one who caused these wounds. Letting Chengfan take her away, far away from this worldly strife, was perhaps the only way he could make amends to her. He couldn't bear to see her go, couldn't bear to see her heartbroken, couldn't bear to see her cry, but even more, he couldn't bear to see her forever lose her smile... forever living in pain. Thinking of this, he slowly raised his head, looking deeply into Cheng Fan's eyes, and said, "Lord Cheng Fan, please, you must make her happy, I beg you!" He then bowed deeply, "I beg you!" In that instant, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking, very softly, very softly. Cheng Fan's face also showed some emotion, and he quickly reached out to help him up, saying, "Lord Jiulang, don't worry, I will definitely make her happy." "Thank you." Yoshitsune's voice trembled slightly as he raised his head, his eyes seemingly filled with tears. "However, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain to your brother," Cheng Fan said, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. Yoshitsune gently shook his head and said, "No matter what, I will absolutely not send Yuki to my brother. I've already made up my mind. Besides... the Taira clan no longer exists, and I don't think my brother would care about a mere prisoner." Narifumi nodded and said, "Then, I will take her away as soon as possible. From now on, there will be neither Oni-men nor Hirayuki in this world." Yoshitsune also nodded slightly, his heart aching even more. ======================================= During the few days Narifumi stayed with her, Yuki gradually began to eat, her complexion slowly improved, her shoulder injury healed quickly, and her strength gradually returned. With Narifumi by her side, surrounded by his gentle smile, she seemed less prone to overthinking than before, and her mood calmed down somewhat. The scent of his incense seemed to possess a magical power, always calming her heart. Chengfan's gentleness stirred warm ripples deep within her. "Little bird, I'll take you back soon," Chengfan said, gently smoothing her hair. She was startled, blurting out, "Back?" Back where? She had nowhere to go. "Oh dear," Chengfan smiled, gently stroking her brow, and whispered, "Women age easily when they frown like that." He seemed to understand Xiaoxue's thoughts, and smiled again, saying, "Yes, back. I'll take you back, back to Heian-kyo. I said I'd protect you and take care of you from now on. I, Fujiwara Chengfan, will never break my promise." "Heian-kyo?" Her expression dimmed again. Heian-kyo held too many memories. “Oh, if you don’t like it, let’s go to Yoshino. My residence is there. In spring, the valley is covered with pink and white cherry blossoms, all kinds of birds hop on the branches, singing sweetly, and clear streams flow through the dense cherry groves. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. You’ll definitely love it.” Listening to Cheng Fan’s description, she seemed to already see that picturesque scenery. The cherry blossoms in full bloom on Mount Yoshino must be so beautiful. A look of longing appeared on her face. “Will I still have a chance to go?” she murmured. “Of course, we’ll go right away. I’ll always be with you. Cherry blossoms in spring, fragrant lotus in summer, red leaves in autumn, snow in winter, and many other beautiful things are waiting for us, aren’t they?” Cheng Fan smiled gently and held her hand lightly. Gazing into his warm, gentle eyes, Xiaoxue nodded involuntarily. "Alright, you rest for a while. I'll come see you again later," Cheng Fan said with a relieved smile, slowly releasing her hand. "Be good, okay?" Watching Cheng Fan's figure disappear through the door, she glanced at her hand, her wrist—the place where Cheng Fan had held it, so warm, a warmth she longed for… She felt a little drowsy… Perhaps she would dream of cherry blossoms blooming in Yoshino… ----------------------------------------------------- She didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes and found it was still early. She had actually fallen asleep, sleeping almost all afternoon. For the past few days, she had been lying in bed all day, almost making herself sick. Actually, it was just a shoulder injury; her legs were perfectly fine. Thinking of this, she stood up, put on a light jacket, and walked to the wooden lattice window, gazing outside. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?" she asked softly. “It’s me, Kajiwara Kagetoki.” Upon hearing this name, Koyuki was shocked. The man who hated her so much had returned? Why would he come looking for her? Did he want to kill her to avenge his son? “What is it?” She steadied herself. “Nothing much. I just returned from Kamakura. There’s someone I wonder if you’d be interested in knowing about.” His voice was always somber. Someone? Who? “Who?” Curiosity prompted her to ask again. “The Third Lieutenant General, Taira no Shigehira.” “What!” Upon hearing this name, Koyuki could no longer control herself. She rushed to the door and flung it open. “How is he? How is he?” she cried out excitedly. “Please calm down. He’s still alive and well in the place arranged by the Kamakura Lord.” Kagetoki said as he entered, gently closing the door behind him. Shigehira was alive and well. Her heart was filled with joy, but the thought of Yoritomo’s character was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her, and her joy vanished instantly. "You...you'll kill him, won't you?" She knew in her heart that Yoritomo would never let Shigehira go. Kagetoshi seemed not to hear her question, simply saying, "I don't know if he'll be killed or not, but the Kamakura lord ordered that if Oni-Masked wasn't among the prisoners sent to Kamakura this time, then he would be subjected to the neck-cutting punishment." Her body jolted violently. The neck-cutting punishment sounded terrifying. "What is the neck-cutting punishment?" Her voice trembled slightly. A strange smile appeared on Kagetoshi's lips. "It's nothing much, just burying someone alive in the ground and then slowly cutting off their head." "What!" She suddenly felt her legs go weak, quickly grabbing the corner of the wall for support. Her already wounded heart was slashed open again, blood slowly seeping out, dripping from her heart. Shigehira-nii, no, don't be so cruel, why do you do this to him, why...? A sudden chill ran through her. She stared at Jing Shi. Since Yoritomo had specifically chosen her, he must already know everything from Jing Shi. He must have also considered that Yoshitsune might be reluctant, which was why he used Shigehira as a hostage. He wanted to deal with her; he didn't want to let her go. Therefore, as long as she fell into Yoritomo's hands, Shigehira wouldn't suffer the neck-splitting punishment. "Don't worry, there will definitely be Oni-Masked among the prisoners going to Kamakura, but the Kamakura Lord must also keep his promise," she said coldly, looking directly at Jing Shi. "That's good. Farewell," Jing Shi smiled coldly and turned to leave. A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. Cheng Fan, I'm sorry, the cherry blossoms of Yoshino, she'll probably never see them again. ==============================================Kagetoki's sudden return from Kamakura surprised Yoshitsune. He looked at Kagetoki sitting before him; Kagetoki's face was like a mask, revealing no emotion whatsoever. "Lord Kagetoki, why have you returned again? Does my elder brother have some instructions?" he asked first. A fleeting, inscrutable look crossed Kagetoki's eyes as he replied, "Indeed, the Lord of Kamakura requests that Lord Kuro take the Taira captives to Kamakura as soon as possible." Yoshitsune's heart tightened; why was his brother in such a hurry? "I will naturally take them away as soon as possible, please rest assured, elder brother," Yoshitsune said calmly. "Lord Kuro, the Kamakura lord's intention is that the sooner the better," Kagetoki emphasized, "Furthermore, the lord specifically ordered that Oni-men be escorted to Kamakura." Yoshitsune felt a sudden pang of fear, his expression changing slightly. He immediately realized that Kagetoki had already told Yoritomo everything. That old fox! He couldn't help but curse inwardly. "As for Oni-men, I have other plans for her. Besides, she's not a member of the Taira clan. Once she's in Kamakura, I'll explain to my elder brother," Yoshitsune said calmly. "Is that so?" A strange smile suddenly flashed across Kagetoki's face. "I'm afraid Oni-men herself will insist on going to Kamakura." "What!" A hint of doubt and unease flashed in Yoshitsune's eyes. "Lord Kagetoki, what do you mean by this?" Kagetoki's smile grew even more enigmatic as he said softly, "Then, please ask her yourself, Lord Kuro." Yoshitsune stared at the smile on his face, a vague unease creeping into his heart. He didn't say anything more and immediately got up. He just wanted to find Koyuki and get to the bottom of what was going on.

Night Walk in Kamakura

[Updated: 2006-01-01 00:18:20 Word Count: 4869]

Yoshitsune had just arrived at Koyuki's room when he heard the gentle voices of Narifumi and Koyuki speaking from inside. Koyuki's voice was soft, yet carried a long-lost tenderness and gentleness. He hesitated for a moment at the door, a pang of sadness rising in his heart, before finally knocking and gently opening the sliding door. Upon seeing him, the tenderness in Koyuki's eyes vanished instantly. She stood up, walked to the latticed window, and looked out with her back to him. Narifumi smiled at him, but noticing his pale face, he couldn't help but ask, "Lord Kuro, what's wrong?" Yoshitsune didn't answer, but walked straight behind Koyuki, stared at her for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Is it true? Kagetoki said you would insist on going to Kamakura, is that true?" Upon hearing this, Narifumi was also startled, his smile vanishing, and he stared at Koyuki in disbelief. Koyuki didn't turn around, but slowly nodded. "Why!" Yoshitsune's face paled even more. "Did Kagetoki say something to you?" Koyuki felt a bitter pang in her heart. She didn't have the courage to look back at the expressions of the two men beside her, and simply whispered, "I've made up my mind. I'm going to Kamakura with the captured Taira clan." "Koyuki...you can't. You know my brother might not let you go. Maybe...it's too dangerous. You can't go..." Yoshitsune's words became somewhat incoherent due to his turmoil. "Lord Kuro, please calm down." Narifumi, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly said, "I want to talk to Koyuki alone." Yoshitsune glanced at Narifumi. His expression remained calm, but he couldn't hide the unease in his eyes. He nodded and walked out the door. Watching Yoshitsune leave, Narifumi walked up behind Koyuki. "Tell me your reason, Koyuki," he said softly. He couldn't see her expression, but he saw her shoulders trembling slightly. He knew she must have a reason, she must have her own difficulties. “Yes, Jing Shi came to see me. He said if I don’t go to Kamakura, Shigehira-nii will be subjected to the neck-cutting punishment.” Her voice carried a suppressed sorrow. The neck-cutting punishment! Cheng Fan was deeply moved. Minamoto no Yoritomo had actually used such a cruel method of torture. “So, I must go, Cheng Fan, I must go. I’ve already lost Munemori-nii, Tomomori-nii, I can’t let Shigehira-nii suffer like this. Minamoto no Yoritomo wants to capture me, I can’t be so selfish, I can’t…” There it was again, that wave of pain welled up from the depths of his heart. Cheng Fan pressed his hand to his chest; the heartache was growing stronger and stronger… It hurt so much he could barely think. “I’m sorry, Cheng Fan, I don’t think I can go see the cherry blossoms in Yoshino.” She gritted her teeth and said these words. Just as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden tightness as someone embraced her tightly from behind. "Don't go, little bird, don't go, I won't let you go," Chengfan's gentle voice whispered in her ear. "Do you remember what you told me before? You said I didn't understand the feeling of wanting to hold onto someone tightly, that I had nothing I wanted to protect. Yes, back then, I didn't understand my own heart. I thought I would never have anything I wanted to protect in this life. I thought I would be like the wind, never stopping for anyone. But I was wrong, little bird, I was wrong. When I heard the news of your accident, my heart could no longer deceive itself. I know more clearly than ever before that the person I want to hold onto tightly in this life is you, the person I want to protect with all my might is you, it's you, little bird... So, don't go, please don't go..." Chengfan... Xiaoxue was deeply shaken. Chengfan's words seemed to have touched the softest chord in her heart. So, he liked her. She hadn't known he liked her so much. A sweet feeling welled up inside her, but it was quickly overwhelmed by bitterness. How could she stay? She couldn't... A wave of tears welled up in her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, hot tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks. "I... I can't not go... I can't..." she struggled to say. "Why can't you? You know perfectly well that even if you go, Minamoto no Yoritomo won't let the Taira clan go." "Cheng Fan's tone was urgent. He turned her body around and stared intently into her eyes. She looked up, and the warm barrier in Cheng Fan's eyes had already shattered, completely revealing his inner emotions to her: anxiety, heartache, worry, helplessness, pain, pity, and—deep love. Her heart felt as if it were being slowly torn apart by a pair of cold hands. "I know that even if I go, Brother Chongheng will still die, but at least he won't have to suffer such cruel torture. Even if he dies anyway, I hope I can alleviate some of his pain." Her body trembled, but she still tried to remain calm. "Idiot, why are you always so stupid, taking on so many burdens? How much can you carry? How long can you carry it all? That's enough. You've already done your best. Don't take on any more. If you add more, you'll break down!" "Sungbeom spoke with agitation, his usual elegance completely gone. This was the first time she'd ever seen him like this; he was worried about her. That sweet feeling welled up again, but she could only disappoint him. "If because of me, Chongheng suffers like that, even if you take me away, I won't be happy. I might spend my whole life in guilt. I don't want that kind of life, do you understand? And..." She bit her lip, turned her head away, and tried to speak in the coldest tone possible, "I... I can't reciprocate your feelings, because... because in my heart—there has never been you. So, please go back to Heian-kyo." Why did her heart seem to ache even more as she said these words? She dared not look at Sungbeom's expression again and immediately lowered her head. "Raise your head." Sungbeom's voice still seemed so gentle, "Look into my eyes and say it again." She hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself, raised her head, stared into his eyes, and said coldly, "In my heart—" Before she could finish, her lips were suddenly warmed by Cheng Fan's gentle lips, which quickly covered hers. His lips were soft and hot, and his nimble tongue easily breached her defenses, lingering tenderly between her lips and teeth. His fully rekindled love was conveyed to her in this deep kiss, reaching the deepest part of her heart. This kiss seemed to drain her completely; she felt weak all over, dizzy, and her body went limp. His hands gently encircled her waist, allowing her to fall into his arms. "Little bird, say it again, say that I've never been in your heart." A smile played on his lips as he gazed at Xiao Xue, who was still panting softly in his arms. Xiao Xue's mind was blank; she couldn't utter those heartless words anymore. "Little bird, your kiss betrayed you." His smile deepened. "I..." She felt her face burning, but didn't know what to say. Finally managing to calm herself, she began shaking her head repeatedly, "No, Chengfan, I must go to Kamakura, I must go." "What if I absolutely refuse to let you go, and force you to go?" Chengfan smiled, but his tone was serious. She broke free from his embrace, took a few steps back, and said, "Then I will hate you." "Oh, I don't care. As long as you're safe, it doesn't matter if you hate me." Chengfan seemed unconcerned by her words. She stared at Chengfan in astonishment. Though his face was smiling, his eyes held no joy. Absolutely, absolutely not, he wouldn't let her go; his gaze conveyed this unwavering meaning. Chengfan's words didn't seem like a joke. If this continued, he might really force her to leave. She composed herself and slowly said, "My thoughts are so chaotic right now. Let me calm down. I want to rest early tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Cheng Fan gazed at her for a moment, nodded, and said, "Indeed, you must be very tired today. Get some rest. Trust me, I will definitely make you happy." He walked to her side, gently kissed her forehead, a tender smile playing on his lips, and whispered, "You must believe me, little bird." As he turned away, she suddenly grabbed his sleeve and hugged him tightly. He was slightly taken aback, a smile flashing in his eyes, and he also reached out to embrace her. The incense on Cheng Fan was as intoxicating as ever, but this time, no amount of fragrance could calm her emotions. She gripped his clothes tightly, her heart trembling. This embrace, this fragrance, this tenderness—perhaps this was the last time she would experience it. "I'm sorry, Cheng Fan, I really, really can't let them hurt Chong Heng... I'm sorry... Actually, I really want to... go see the cherry blossoms in Yoshino with you..." A relieved smile appeared on Cheng Fan's face. It seemed she did have feelings for him too. Perhaps she would change her mind tomorrow. Give her some time; he couldn't push her too hard. After all, Chong Heng was her brother, and her struggle wasn't without reason... This time, he had to hold on tight and never let go... never... That night, all was quiet, with only a few samurai patrolling the camp occasionally. The rest seemed to be fast asleep. Jing Shi was about to fall asleep when he heard a soft knock on his door. Startled, he whispered, "Who is it?" There was silence at the door. Puzzled, he got up, opened the sliding door, and was startled to see who it was. "It's you?" "Yes, it's me." Xiao Xue stood calmly outside the door. He took a large step back. Until he understood her intentions, he hadn't forgotten that she was once the ruthless killer, the masked demon. "So late, is something wrong?" he whispered. "If you want me to reach Kamakura safely, then let's set off now." Her voice was devoid of emotion. "What!" He was even more surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Why?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on her lips. "Don't ask why. You don't want to anger Minamoto no Yoritomo, do you? Anyway, let's set off now, and everything will go smoothly. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time explaining to him." Jing Shi stared at her face, hesitated for a moment, and slowly nodded. "Alright." With Taira no Shigehira as leverage, and her injuries not fully healed, she couldn't possibly pull any tricks. Besides, Minamoto no Yoshitsune might even try to stop her. Sending her away sooner would save trouble. Seeing him nod, Xiao Xue suddenly felt a sense of relief. Let her just disappear from their sight like this. Farewell, Narifumi. Those tender moments that touched her heart, she would never feel again. Go back to Heian-kyo and continue being his Middle Counselor. Perhaps Narifumi would be more at ease returning to his former life. Perhaps he would soon forget her... Farewell, Yoshitsune... She knew in her heart that this ending, this war, wasn't his fault, but she couldn't forgive him, she really couldn't... At least not now. The lingering fragrance of plum blossoms faded away, just like the passing of love... The boy who exuded a faint plum blossom scent was nowhere to be found, only the wisps of fragrance remained, drifting away on the wind. ==================================== "What happened? Where's Xiaoxue?" The next morning, when Cheng Fan saw Xiaoxue's empty room, he immediately felt inexplicably uneasy. Yi Jing was also taken aback. He thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps she went out. I'll send someone to look for her immediately." Just as he was about to call for help, he suddenly heard Cheng Fan say softly, "No need..." His voice trembled slightly. "What?" Yoshitsune turned around and saw Narifumi's face was ashen, holding a piece of paper in his hand. Yoshitsune's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went over. The paper contained only two short sentences, but even those few words made his mind go blank, rendering him unable to think straight. "This body is now accustomed to this, farewell forever." Narifumi murmured, tightly gripping the paper in his hand, squeezing it harder and harder until it was crumpled into a ball. His heart, too, was being squeezed so tightly… Just then, someone entered, knelt on the ground, and said, "Lord Kuro, Lord Kagetoki left last night." What! Yoshitsune's mind went blank again, and he almost lost his balance. "She must have gone to Kamakura with Kagetoki." Narifumi put the paper in his sleeve, his face regaining its composure. "This is terrible. If she went to Kamakura, my brother will definitely not let her go. What's wrong with her? Why does she have to go there?" Yoshitsune was both confused and heartbroken. “She has her reasons. If she doesn’t go, your brother will use the neck-splitting punishment on Taira no Shigehira.” Narifumi’s tone held a hint of helplessness. Yoshitsune shuddered. His brother was going to do this? It was too cruel to Shigehira and to Koyuki. He immediately said, “I must take the Taira clan to Kamakura right away. I must see my brother and beg him to spare Koyuki.” He glanced at Narifumi and then said, “Then, Lord Narifumi…” “Naturally, I will go to Kamakura immediately.” Narifumi turned around. “I must take my leave now.” “Lord Narifumi, I will contact you as soon as I arrive in Kamakura.” "Yoshitsune added another sentence. Narufumi nodded, then hurriedly went outside, took his horse, mounted, and immediately spurred it on, galloping towards Kamakura. The thing he had always feared most had finally happened. When you fall in love with someone and pour all your emotions into that person, only to have them suddenly disappear, vanish without a trace—this fear, this blow, he truly feared he couldn't bear it. And it was precisely because of this that he had always been reluctant to open his heart to women, always keeping a distance. Indeed, no woman could move his heart, but the appearance of Kotori had shattered all his pretense. If he truly lost her, he couldn't imagine what he would do… He was now used to this, knowing there would be no more farewells. Last night's tender embrace had momentarily captivated him, making him forget her stubbornness, her persistence, her determination, and that she would always do what she wanted to do. Was this momentary lapse in judgment a punishment for him? No more farewells? Was he not even given a chance to protect her for a lifetime? No, absolutely not! The person he desperately wanted to hold onto was her; the person he wanted to protect with all his might was her. Therefore, he would never let her disappear…

The main text describes another encounter with Yoritomo.

[Updated: 2006-01-02 03:57:07 Word Count: 4673]

By this time, Xiaoxue had arrived in Kamakura with Jingshi. Compared to Heian-kyo, Kamakura was less bustling, but the city was orderly and peaceful. After passing through the lively area, Jingshi led her to a small mansion. Xiaoxue looked around; it seemed rather deserted, with almost no one around except for the samurai guarding the gate. The mansion itself appeared quiet and serene, simple yet elegant. Upon entering the mansion, a beautiful young woman with delicate features, fair skin, and an elegant demeanor greeted them. She bowed to Jing Shi and said softly, "Lord Jing Shi, is this the young lady you mentioned?" Jing Shi nodded and said coldly, "Indeed, Senju-hime. I'll be entrusting her care to you from now on." The woman smiled gently and said, "Understood, Lord Jing Shi. I'll go prepare some food." Watching the woman named Senju-hime leave, Xiao Xue looked at Jing Shi with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why? Why didn't you lock me up?" Jing Shi glanced at her with icy eyes and said, "Lord Kamakura is merciful. Even the serious criminal Taira no Shigehira was only placed under house arrest in another mansion. Naturally, he won't treat you any worse. However—" He changed the subject, "I'm afraid your days are numbered." Merciful? A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes. It was a joke; she probably just didn't want to be known for mistreating prisoners. The outcome wouldn't change; not a single one would be spared. She still remembered the cold expression on Yoritomo's face when he said those words. "Where is this?" she couldn't help but ask. "This is my villa. You can stay here. I need to report to Lord Kamakura first." He tossed out those words and turned to leave. "Miss, why don't you eat something?" Senju-hime had reappeared sometime earlier. Koyuki gently shook her head and said, "I don't want to eat. Also, just call me Koyuki." She smiled and said, "No, you are a lady of the Taira clan, I can't call you by your name directly. Why don't you go and rest for a while?" What Taira clan lady? Now she's just a prisoner. Koyuki nodded expressionlessly and followed her into the room. The room was neatly and elegantly furnished. Koyuki couldn't help but smile bitterly; this really didn't seem like a place for a prisoner. "Thank you," Koyuki said softly. A gentle smile crossed her face as she suddenly said, "Both the young lady and gentleman of the Taira family are very kind and polite." Koyuki was startled. Among the Taira family's young masters in Kamakura, it seemed only Shigehira existed. She quickly asked, "Have you met the Taira family's young master? Who is he?" "Lord Shigehira, the Third Lieutenant General of the Left Imperial Guard. I once took care of him at his residence." When mentioning Shigehira's name, Senju-hime's eyes softened with affection. "He is truly a wonderful person." "Then, Shigehira-nii, how is he? Has he lost weight? Has he become haggard? Is he comfortable in his quarters? Is he eating well?" Upon hearing that she had taken care of Shigehira, Koyuki was overjoyed and eagerly bombarded her with a string of questions. "Lord Shigehira is in good health, though he looks exhausted." Hearing her reply, Koyuki's heart tightened. Her brother Shigehira must have also received news of the Taira clan's crushing defeat at Dan-no-ura. How sorrowful and painful he must be, with no one to comfort him, forced to suffer alone in silence. Thinking of this, her heart ached too. Brother Shigehira, I long to see you, I long... --------------------------------- When Kagetoshi reported to Yoritomo, he didn't miss the complex expression in Yoritomo's eyes. There seemed to be anxiety, joy, and inner conflict... The change in those usually calm eyes startled Kagetoshi. Instinctively, he suddenly felt that Yoritomo would keep Koyuki there, but he couldn't tolerate it. After all, she had killed his son with her own hands; he would never forget that hatred. "Kagetoshi, is everything arranged?" Yoritomo's voice pulled him back from his thoughts. He quickly bowed his head and said, "My lord, everything is arranged. That mansion is one of my villas; no one should discover the ghost—she's there." Yoritomo nodded and said, "That's good. Let her stay there for now." "Then, my lord," Kagetoki couldn't help but ask again, "what do you plan to do with her? Execute her or...?" Yoritomo raised his eyes and gave him a cold look. His sharp, blade-like gaze sent a chill down Kagetoki's spine, and he immediately shut his mouth. "I will arrange how to deal with her, but you should know that if anyone else knows her whereabouts, then..." "I understand. I will never mention a word to anyone, especially not to Lady Masako." He hurriedly replied. "Alright, you've worked hard. You may leave now." Yoritomo's expression softened a little. "Yes, yes, I'll take my leave." Kagetoki was also eager to leave as soon as possible; the Kamakura lord always gave him a sense of oppression. He seemed to value that woman highly, not treating her as a prisoner at all, and didn't seem to intend to punish her. Could it be that he...? Lai Chao watched Jing Shi leave, stood up, something stirring deep within him. Xiao Xue, we'll see each other soon... Soon... ============================================= Several days passed in the blink of an eye. That evening, Xiao Xue sat in the veranda, quietly gazing at the clusters of orange blossoms in the courtyard, lost in thought. Her brother, Chong Heng, was in the same city as her. How was he? Had Cheng Fan returned to Heian-kyo? He must be angry to have seen the note she left behind. Lai Chao had placed her under house arrest here; he must be waiting to punish her. How would he punish her? Beheading, or some other, more severe punishment? "Miss, it's late and the dew is chilly, you should go and rest early," Senju-hime said gracefully as she approached. Koyuki glanced at her and nodded gently. "Thank you, I'll go back to my room now." The nights in Kamakura seemed cooler than those in Kyushu, especially in this late autumn season. She wondered if it was the air that was colder, or her heart. After returning to her room, she lay down, her head throbbing slightly, probably from the chill. She soon drifted off to sleep. Shortly after she fell asleep, an ordinary oxcart pulled up in front of the mansion. A tall, imposing man stepped slowly from the oxcart, wearing a pure black silk hat and a noble, purplish-red robe embroidered with exquisite crane patterns. At first glance, he appeared to be a nobleman returning from a night stroll. However, when he raised his head, his strong, handsome nose, thin lips, and the sharp, piercing gaze in his deep, dark brown eyes immediately revealed that he was no ordinary nobleman. The extraordinary aura he exuded seemed incongruous with the oxcart he rode in. The guards at the door immediately bowed in fear upon seeing him. He nodded slightly and walked straight inside. "Ah, my lord..." Princess Senju, who happened to meet him in the corridor, was startled and speechless with surprise. "My lord, what brings you here so late?" "Hmm, I just came to check on things. Is Miss Xiaoxue comfortable here?" he asked casually. Senju Hime quickly nodded and said, "She's fine, just doesn't have much of an appetite." "Where is her room?" he asked. "Here, please follow me." Senju Hime hurriedly led him to the door of Xiaoxue's room. After they stopped, she added, "Miss is probably asleep. I'll go in and inform her." "No need, you may leave," he said softly. "But..." she looked at him in surprise. "Leave." His voice was soft, but it didn't allow her any further questioning. She naturally knew she shouldn't say anything more. "Then, Senju Hime takes her leave." With that, she quickly walked out of the corridor. He stood at the door, that familiar feeling seeming to surge up again. The thought of seeing that girl soon made him somewhat excited. He gently opened the sliding door and slowly walked in. He walked to her side and sat down silently. By the bright moonlight, he clearly saw that familiar face. She seemed more mature and more beautiful. In the silvery moonlight, her loose strands of black hair seemed to be imbued with a dazzling sheen. Her thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings with her gentle breath. His heart trembled slightly, and as if bewitched, he reached out and gently stroked her face. The delicate, smooth feeling was like a magnet, holding his fingers captive, making him linger, unwilling to let go. "Xiaoxue..." he murmured. He had thought his feelings for her weren't that deep, but now, seeing her face again, it was as if all the suppressed longing deep within him had been awakened. The moments they had shared over the past two years flashed before his eyes as if they were yesterday, and his heart pounded for her once more. But why was she a member of the Ping family...? In her drowsy state, Xiaoxue vaguely felt a tickling sensation on her face, as if something was gently caressing it, soft and tender, giving her a sense of peace. Here, it seemed only one person could give her this feeling. She shifted slightly, groggily reaching out to touch her face, murmuring, "Fanfan, is that you?" Before she could finish speaking, her hand seemed to be grabbed, a sharp pain shooting through her wrist. No, this couldn't be Cheng Fan. She instantly snapped awake, her eyes snapping open. The sight of the person before her caused her to gasp. It was a face she recognized—equally calm, equally cold. Now, a flicker of anger seemed to cross his eyes, his sharp, razor-sharp gaze sending a chill down her spine. "Let go of me," she said coldly, sitting up immediately. He stared at her, slowly releasing her hand. "Please leave. Although I am your prisoner, it seems rather rude of you to barge in like this, Lord Kamakura." She grabbed an outer garment and draped it over herself, trying to control her emotions, her tone cold and devoid of any emotion. A smile suddenly flashed across his face. She had changed a lot, but her crystal-clear eyes still betrayed her secret. She was angry, and he did not miss the fleeting annoyance in her eyes. "How are you staying here?" he asked indifferently. Xiaoxue glanced at him; his expression was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Minamoto no Yoritomo, I am here now. You can do whatever you want with me. You will keep your promise, won't you? You won't use that perverted method on Shigehira-nii, will you?" This was all she cared about now. "The execution by beheading isn't actually too harsh on Taira no Shigehira. He burned down many temples and killed countless monks; his crimes are heinous." He saw a flicker of anger and panic in Xiaoxue's eyes with satisfaction, and continued, "However, I will keep my promise and change his sentence to beheading." Xiaoxue felt a pang of pain in her heart, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly. Shigehira-gege... Seeing her silence, Raichao couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you beg me to spare him, to let him live?" "Spare him," Xiaoxue sneered, "Is it possible? You can't possibly spare him. Even if I beg a thousand times, ten thousand times, it's all in vain. Since that's the case, why waste my breath?" Raichao was slightly surprised, and a faint, unfathomable smile appeared on his lips. He said, "Xiaoxue, I didn't expect you to understand me so well. But do you know why I can't let him go, why I can't let the Taira family go?" Xiaoxue didn't answer him, but simply turned her head away, refusing to look at him. "Do you know why your Taira clan ended up like this? The mistake was that Taira no Kiyomori was too soft-hearted when he purged our Minamoto clan. Think about it, if he had killed me and Yoshitsune back then, would this have happened?" Koyuki's heart tightened. Indeed, without him and Yoshitsune, perhaps everything would have been different. Without Yoshitsune, the outcome of Ichi-no-Tani might have been rewritten. Perhaps Kyoto would have been recaptured long ago, perhaps... "Therefore, I will not let this happen again. For the future of our Minamoto clan, I have no choice." His voice was still so cold. She turned to look at him: "I understand. Life and death are in the hands of fate. Death means nothing to me and my brother Shigehira. I only ask you one thing." "What?" His eyebrows twitched slightly. "Before you execute me and my brother Shigehira, please let us see each other one last time." This request was somewhat abrupt. He hesitated for a moment, but when he met her pleading eyes, he felt a strange tightness in his chest and couldn't help but nod. A faint glint flashed in her eyes, a glint that made his chest feel even tighter. He simply couldn't bring himself to execute her... But the fact that she was a member of the Ping family couldn't be changed, and the fact that she had kept it from him infuriated him. What should he do? "Well then, I'll take my leave. As for seeing Ping Chongheng, I'll make the arrangements." He stood up, turned, and walked out the door. Watching that purple figure disappear outside, Xiaoxue clutched her chest tightly. The shock and unease she felt upon seeing him gradually subsided. He didn't seem to mention the things he had kept from her. A wave of relief washed over her. Thankfully, Chongheng-gege wouldn't have to suffer that cruel punishment anymore, and soon, very soon, she would see Chongheng-gege again. Although they couldn't change their fates, just seeing him again was enough for her. Perhaps they would meet again in the next life, perhaps they would still be siblings. But would she also meet Chengfan in the next life? Her heart ached again. She missed him, missed him so much. ...Perhaps, it's just a lingering affection for his gentleness. In such circumstances, isn't it easy to grab onto a lifeline? So, in her heart, is Sungbeom also a lifeline? Or...? Stop thinking about him. Perhaps he's already back in Heian-kyo...

Falling flowers dance in the air

[Updated: 2006-01-04 21:24:36 Word Count: 6784]

At this moment, Fujiwara no Narifumi encountered Minamoto no Yoshitsune, who was rushing over with the Taira captives. "Lord Narifumi, what's wrong? Is there any news of Kotori?" Yoshitsune had barely entered the city, and before he could even reach Yoritomo's residence, he was stopped by Narifumi. Even Narifumi's usually calm face betrayed a hint of anxiety. He said, "These past few days, I've searched everywhere, almost every private residence of Yoritomo, but there's not a single piece of information. It seems like Kotori hasn't appeared at all." Yoshitsune was startled. "How could this be? What is Kotori's condition now? Is she in danger?" Narifumi frowned slightly, gently shaking his head. He said, "I think she's probably not in danger for now. These past few days, I've calmed down and thought about it. Yoritomo used this method to lure Kotori into a trap; it can't be as simple as just dealing with her. If I'm not mistaken, your brother probably..." Yoshitsune shuddered, suddenly recalling the subtle hints his brother had shown towards Koyuki, and blurted out, "Does my brother also like Koyuki?" Narifumi nodded slightly and said, "So I think he won't harm her for now. He might be keeping Koyuki imprisoned in a secret place." "Then, Lord Narifumi, shouldn't we find out where this place is first?" Yoshitsune asked. Seeing Narifumi nod, he added, "Then I'll report back to my brother now, and we'll talk again then." "Alright, I'll stay at the Fujiwara family's residence for now. You can find me there." Narifumi's faint smile couldn't hide the worry in his eyes. --------------------------------------- My brother seems a little distracted today. Yoshitsune noticed this when reporting back to Yoritomo. Could it be that my brother's distraction is because of her? "Brother, there are seventy-one members of the Taira clan captured. What should we do with them?" Yoshitsune asked, and seeing that Yoritomo seemed unresponsive, he asked again, "Brother, what should we do with them?" "For now, imprison them in the mansion in the west of the city. Execute them later," Yoritomo said casually. "Brother..." Yoshitsune felt a pang of pity. "By the way, I've already sent men to Heian-kyo. Anyone related to the Taira clan by blood is to be arrested and killed without exception. The Taira clan will have no chance of rising again." Yoritomo's voice was as cold as ice, and hearing his words, Yoshitsune felt a deep sadness. "Brother, what about Yuki—how is she?" Yoshitsune couldn't help but ask this question. Yoritomo glanced at him indifferently and said, "She's fine now." "Then what does Brother intend to do with Yuki?" Yoshitsune asked hastily, and before Yoritomo could speak, he added urgently, "Please, Brother, spare Yuki. She has no blood relation to the Taira clan. She's a woman from Song, adopted by the Taira from a young age. She's not from our country, nor is she of Taira blood." "What? She's from Song?" Yoritomo's usually calm face showed surprise. Recalling the past, he had indeed heard her sing strange songs in an incomprehensible language. She was from Song... For some reason, Yoritomo suddenly felt a sense of relief. That meant she wasn't a member of the Taira clan... But immediately, a surge of anger rose within him. She wasn't a member of the Taira clan, yet she dared to oppose him like this... “I have my own plans.” Yoritomo’s face quickly regained its composure. He suddenly changed the subject, saying, “I’ve decided to execute Taira no Shigehira in a month. I’ll leave this matter to you; you’ll be in charge of overseeing the execution.” “-------Yes.” Yoshitsune struggled to answer, but his heart felt like it was being choked, making it hard to breathe. This arrangement was truly cruel; personally overseeing the execution of his childhood friend—this feeling was unbearable. “By the way, I heard that Fujiwara no Chunagon in Kyoto seems to be in Kamakura these days,” Yoritomo mentioned casually. "My brother's eyes and ears are truly sharp," Yoshitsune quickly covered up, saying, "That Middle Counselor is a playboy who doesn't concern himself with politics. He's probably just here for fun." Yoritomo's lips curled slightly as he stared at Yoshitsune, saying, "Then you're wrong. He might be a master of disguise. Since he took over the position of Middle Counselor, he has skillfully avoided every political upheaval. The Fujiwara family is certainly illustrious, but his own abilities cannot be underestimated. I've heard that all the laws in the country were drafted after his review. I wish we had someone in Kamakura who was so knowledgeable about the law." "Well..." Yoshitsune also felt that Narōnobu was no ordinary person, but he didn't know how much his brother admired him. “He probably has business to attend to in Kamakura this time,” Yoritomo said casually, then added, “Kuro, you’ve had a hard time this time, so go back and rest early.” Yoshitsune nodded and was about to leave when a woman in a light cherry-colored blouse entered the room, smiling before speaking, “My lord, is that Kuro?” Yoshitsune turned around and saw Masako, quickly bowing, “Sister-in-law.” “Kuro, you haven’t changed at all. I can’t believe that the naive boy from back then has become a general who has made great contributions. Do you know that everyone here calls you the God of War of Kamakura?” Masako said with a smile. “Well, Kuro doesn’t deserve that title,” Yoshitsune said softly. Masako looked at her husband and saw a cold glint in Yoritomo’s eyes. She paused for a moment, then immediately changed the subject, “You two brothers haven’t seen each other for a long time. Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us, Kuro?” “Thank you, sister-in-law, but Kuro still needs to settle the Taira clan’s prisoners, so I must take my leave first,” Yoshitsune declined. "Indeed, Kuro has worked hard too. Let him go back early," Yoritomo added casually. Watching Yoshitsune leave, Masako couldn't help but ask, "My lord, Kuro has performed a great service this time. Why are you still so cold to him?" Yoritomo glanced at Masako and said, "Kuro is still young and easily becomes arrogant. If I praise him too much, I'm afraid it will increase his complacency. Now, in people's eyes, the credit for destroying the Taira clan probably belongs entirely to Kuro." Seeing a hint of displeasure flash across his face again, Masako quickly said, "How could that be? My lord has great ambitions. Without your leadership, how could the Minamoto clan's army have submitted and grown so quickly? When we drove out Kiso Yoshinaka and entered the capital, it was your series of measures to prevent disturbance to the people that won their hearts. It was also your new plan, which concerned the vital interests of the nobles, that won the support of the court nobles and the retired emperor. All of this was under your control, wasn't it?" Yoritomo's expression softened a little, and he smiled slightly at Masako. Masako looked at him with adoration and said, "From the day I chose you to be my husband, I knew you would achieve great things. I didn't choose the wrong person." A hint of warmth flickered in Raichao's cold eyes as he softly replied, "I will never forget how much my wife has trusted me." "My lord," Masako called softly, leaning gently against him, "So if you have another woman, I won't allow it." Hearing this, Raichao's heart skipped a beat. The image of Koyuki immediately flashed before his eyes. He knew Masako's personality; he wondered how she would react if she knew he was hiding another woman. Thinking of this, his emotions vanished. He stood up and said, "I'm a little tired; I'll go for a walk in the courtyard." Before Masako could reply, he hurriedly left. A bitter feeling welled up in Masako's heart. Why? Compared to before, she felt the distance between them seemed to be growing ever wider. His heart seemed increasingly difficult to reach. =========================================================== After settling the Taira captives, Yoshitsune hurriedly went to Fujiwara no Narifumi's residence. He recounted his conversation with his brother to Narifumi. After listening, Narifumi suddenly said, "Tomorrow I will personally visit Lord Kamakura." Yoshitsune was taken aback and asked, "Why?" Narifumi smiled faintly and said, "It's not easy for someone to recognize a hero's talent. Don't you think I should pay them a visit?" Yoshitsune frowned slightly and said, "At a time like this, Lord Narifumi still has the mood to joke." Narifumi just smiled and didn't say anything more. The next day, Fujiwara no Narifumi indeed went to pay a visit. Yoritomo was quite surprised to see Narifumi, and for a moment he didn't know what his purpose was. "What brings you here, Lord Middle Counselor?" Yoritomo's tone was calm but polite. "I've long heard of Lord Kamakura's deeds, so I took the opportunity of my visit to Kamakura to pay him a special visit." Narifumi's lips curled into that elegant smile again. Yoritomo had been observing Narifumi closely; this Middle Counselor was remarkably refined and handsome, with a graceful bearing. His speech was also exceptionally elegant, and Yoritomo had already formed a favorable impression of him. "I've also heard that Lord Middle Counselor is quite knowledgeable about the law; you've always kept a low profile," Yoritomo said casually. Narifumi smiled again, remaining silent. "By the way, Lord Middle Counselor, there are quite a few scattered Kanto samurai here now. If you wanted to get them all to join the Kamakura army, what would be a good method? Surely such a task wouldn't be difficult for you," Yoritomo suddenly asked casually. Narifumi looked at Yoritomo, his face expressionless, but inwardly he smiled. Since Yoritomo had already seen through him, there was no need for him to pretend any longer. He pondered for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, “These Kanto samurai groups, though possessing some economic strength, are precarious in their position due to their low social status and lack of a solid and reliable backing. Their territories are also unsafe. Therefore, they yearn for protection to ensure their rule over their territories. Lord Kamakura should seize upon this sentiment. If he were to offer them security and new favors now, he would surely win the samurai's support.” “Security and new favors?” Yoritomo’s eyes made no attempt to conceal his interest. “Indeed, ‘Benling Andu’ means protecting one’s territory, and ‘Xin En Shi’ means granting new lands to meritorious retainers. As long as Lord Kamakura guarantees the protection of their lands and grants them the right to rule them, I believe the samurai will soon flock to the Kamakura army.” Yoritomo’s eyes lit up with admiration. “Lord Chunagon has indeed not disappointed me,” he paused, then added, “It’s a pity that such talent is buried in Heian-kyo. If you come to Kamakura, you will surely find a place to display your talents.” “Hehe, Lord Kamakura is joking.” Narifumi smiled. “I’ve grown accustomed to this carefree life. Heian-kyo is more suitable for a leisurely person like me.” A hint of disappointment flashed in Yoritomo’s eyes. He smiled faintly and said, “In that case, I won’t force you. If Lord Chunagon changes his mind, I welcome you anytime.” “Oh, by the way, Lord Kamakura was very pleased with the annihilation of the Taira clan this time. He even praised you in the palace.” Narifumi suddenly changed the subject. "Not at all, it's simply the duty of a subject," Yoritomo said calmly. "However, my lord is also concerned about how the Kamakura guild will deal with the captured Taira clan members," Narifumi asked, staring into Yoritomo's eyes. "Please don't worry about that, my lord. They will all be beheaded in a month," Yoritomo said, a cold and decisive glint in his eyes. "I heard that among the captured Taira clan members is that ruthless Oni-Mask. I'm quite curious about his true identity," Narifumi said casually. "Oni-Mask is just an ordinary person," Yoritomo replied indifferently. "But since he has killed so many Minamoto samurai, he probably won't escape death this time either," Narifumi said calmly. Yoritomo paused, hesitating slightly, "Of course," he replied, but a fleeting, unfathomable look flashed in his eyes. Narifumi didn't miss this look; it was completely different from the cold look he had just had. This look confirmed his suspicions: Yoritomo didn't want to kill Oni-Mask. His mood eased slightly. He stood up and said, "I've disturbed you for so long today, so I'll take my leave." Yoritomo nodded and said, "Take care." Chengfan slowly walked out of Yoritomo's residence, a trace of worry flashing across his face. Where had he hidden the little bird? If not in his residence, then where could it be? =============================================== These past few days, Minamoto no Yoritomo hadn't come. It was good not to see his face, but because she was worried about seeing Shigehira, Xiaoxue was feeling quite anxious. At this moment, she hoped he could tell her when she could see Shigehira. The night mist drifted, and looking at the beautifully blooming white orange blossoms, her mind became somewhat hazy. Now, only Shigehira and Chengfan remained in this world. If she could see Chengfan one last time before she died... Perhaps she was too ungrateful; having already written such a heartless letter, what more could she ask for? Since death was inevitable anyway, perhaps she could finally reunite with her mother, her brother Munemori, and her brother Tomomori. She hoped that even beneath the great waves, there truly was an imperial capital, where her brothers could continue their elegant lives. She plucked a handful of orange blossoms and scattered them into the air. The tiny, pure white petals danced lightly, releasing a rich, fragrant aroma. Minamoto no Yoritomo had just entered when he saw this scene. Amidst the swirling orange blossoms, a young woman in a white Tang-style silk robe leaned lazily against the corridor. Her long, glossy black hair danced in the wind, strands intertwining intimately with the breeze. Beneath her fluttering sleeves, a wrist whiter than the orange blossoms was faintly visible. A soft moonlight enveloped her, the silvery halo outlining a pure and radiant beauty under the moon. The scene was dreamlike and surreal, causing Lai Chao's breathing to quicken, something stirring within him. He stood there quietly, gazing at her, as if afraid to disturb this rare moment. Xiao Xue, feeling a bit tired from sitting, dusted herself off, stood up, and turned around. Startled to find Lai Chao standing there, she took a few steps back. Seeing her frightened expression, a smile flickered across Lai Chao's face. "What, so afraid to see me?" He took a few steps forward. "What's there to be afraid of? It's all the same—death." Xiao Xue said coldly. "That's right, it's all the same—death. But there are many ways to die. Which one do you think Ping Zhongheng would prefer?" he said casually. A sharp pain shot through Xiao Xue's heart. She glared fiercely at Lai Chao and said, "You said you'd keep your promise. Don't forget." Seeing the flash of anger on her face, Lai Chao felt a strange surge of pleasure. "I really don't understand why you care so much about the Taira family. You're not even a member of the Taira family, are you?" Lai Chao stared at her aggressively. She was taken aback. So he already knew. In that case, there was no point in hiding it. "That's right, I'm not related to the Taira family by blood, but they treat me like their own son. How could someone as emotionless as you understand that kind of kinship? You simply wouldn't understand!" "No feelings?" He raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, "Is that how you see me?" "Yes." She glared at him back. He snorted coldly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Feelings, you're right. I have no feelings. No, I should be even more thorough, even more ruthless. If that were the case, I wouldn't have to be in this dilemma... I would just..." He suddenly stopped speaking and fell silent. "What a joke. You'll soon wipe out the entire Taira family. You're already ruthless enough. How much more ruthless do you want to be? Are you only satisfied after killing all your own brothers and wives?" She turned her head away disdainfully. “If I were any more ruthless, I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you!” A flash of anger crossed his eyes. “What?” She turned her head, meeting his deep eyes, where something seemed to be flickering. She looked directly at him and said, “Stop pretending. If you’re going to kill me, just kill me. Be decisive. If you don’t kill me, I will definitely kill you in the future.” “Is that so?” He narrowed his eyes. Xiaoxue felt a sudden tightening in her hand; her wrist was firmly gripped by him. Startled, she struggled to break free, but with each effort, the wound on her shoulder began to throb with pain. She had almost forgotten that her shoulder injury hadn’t healed yet; she had almost forgotten that she was no longer the Ghost Face she once was. This hand, it was probably… “Let me go!” she roared. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Kill me? I’d like to see how you kill me.” Xiaoxue was consumed by rage, but her right hand was completely powerless. Involuntarily, she raised her foot and kicked out. He seemed unprepared for this move and took the full force of the kick. “Xiaoxue, you’re always so disobedient.” He smiled instead of being angry, but the pressure in his hand didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Let go of me, or I really will kill you!” Xiaoxue was even more furious and was about to kick him again when this time he was on guard. He slightly shifted his body, and Xiaoxue lost her balance, her body tilting to the side. She cried out inwardly, but unexpectedly fell into a soft embrace. Lai Chao’s hands were already around her waist from behind, stopping her fall. Just as she was about to struggle, Lai Chao lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “Don’t move. If you don’t behave, your brother Chongheng might die in a different way.” These words struck Xiaoxue like lightning. She turned around sharply, staring at Lai Chao. There was actually a smile on Lai Chao’s lips, but his eyes flashed with a cold look. He wasn’t joking; he was serious. At that moment, that smile seemed exceptionally cruel to her. She trembled as she said, "You're so despicable, just kill me already." "Why would I kill you?" he said calmly. Suddenly, he lowered his head and gently kissed her hair. Her silky black hair emitted a faint, delicate fragrance, a scent that seemed to arouse a desire within him. Xiaoxue shuddered, clenching her fists tightly, afraid she might strike him. But thinking of his cold eyes and cruel words, she could only close her eyes, her heart aching again. His cold lips slowly slid down to the back of her neck. The moment his lips touched her skin, tiny bumps immediately appeared on her delicate white skin. His lips seemed to linger there, reluctant to leave. Xiaoxue bit her lip tightly, a sharp pain shooting through her. She couldn't take it anymore; this humiliation was driving her to the brink of collapse. She gritted her teeth, loosened her left hand that he had released, and then slammed her elbow back hard. "Ugh..." He was caught off guard and struck. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Xiaoxue quickly struggled out of his embrace and stumbled back a few steps. "I hit you. If you want to kill someone, kill me. Don't make things difficult for Brother Chongheng." A sense of unease crept into her heart; she didn't know how he would react. He looked at her and suddenly laughed, saying, "I was just wondering how long you could endure this. Your patience is even worse than I thought." A cold, mocking glint flashed in his eyes. "Minamoto no Yoritomo, you'll regret it if you don't kill me!" Xiaoxue trembled with rage at the thought of his earlier lewdness. "I won't kill you," he smiled faintly, slowly approaching her. He swiftly grabbed her chin, lifted her face, and looked her directly in the eye, saying each word clearly, "I want you alive." His gaze was like a thin layer of ice, sending a chill down her spine. He released her, turned, and walked away. Just before he was out, he paused, saying, "Three days later, someone will naturally take you to see Taira no Shigehira." With that, he left without looking back. Xiaoxue collapsed to the ground, tears welling in her eyes. So this was how he wanted to take revenge on her, to torture her, to make her wish she were dead. Was this his purpose? Why? Why didn't he just kill her? Did he hate her that much? She couldn't forgive him, she couldn't forgive him for threatening her with Shigehira. Her heart ached so much… What should she do? What should she do? Chengfan, what should she do? Being here was so painful… She was suddenly startled; unconsciously, she was calling Cheng Fan's name. A pang of pain shot through her heart; she was thinking of him again...

Whom do I yearn for in the main text?

[Updated: 2006-01-04 21:25:51 Word Count: 5444]

Inside the Fujiwara residence, Narifumi was anxiously discussing matters with Yoshitsune in their room. "Lord Narifumi," Yoshitsune said anxiously, "I've sent my men to search for Koyuki, but there's been no news. Where is my brother keeping her?" Narifumi's expression was grave. "I've been observing your brother's movements lately," he said. "It seems he hasn't been anywhere except to the residences of his retainers, and nothing particularly unusual." Narifumi paused, then continued, "After meeting your brother last time, I'm certain of my suspicions; he won't harm Kotori for the time being." "Then..." Yoshitsune hesitated. "However, we still need to find her as soon as possible, because if your brother likes Kotori, it's extremely unsafe for her." "As he spoke, a pang of bitterness suddenly welled up inside him. If Minamoto no Yoritomo had done anything to Kotori, he would certainly not let him off the hook. "However, Lord Narifumi, you just said that my brother has only visited the residences of our retainers a few times recently?" Yoshitsune saw Narifumi nod and added, "That's a bit strange. My brother rarely visited the residences of our retainers before." "Is that so?" Narifumi pondered for a moment. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. "Lord Kuro, I think I know where Kotori is." Yoshitsune looked at him and suddenly realized, "Could he be in a retainer's residence?" "That's right," Narifumi smiled faintly and said, "That's why we've been searching his private residence without any results. Hiding him in a retainer's house is indeed a good idea." "Then what does Lord Narifumi plan to do?" Yoshitsune breathed a sigh of relief. "Naturally, we'll infiltrate those residences at night." Narifumi said calmly. "Then, I'll go with you." Yoshitsune quickly said. Cheng Fan shook his head and smiled, "No need, Lord Jiu Lang, you've already done so much. After all, she's your brother. Trust me, I will definitely bring her back safely." "However, Lord Cheng Fan, I'm just afraid that Xue won't go with you. Since she ran away from us last time, even if we find her, she might not be willing to leave." A trace of worry flashed across Yi Jing's face. A hint of helplessness flashed in Narifumi's eyes. "Her personality is always so stubborn; no one can change her mind. This time, because of Shigehira, I'm worried she won't come with me. There's no other way; if all else fails, I'll have to take her by force." A flicker of hesitation crossed Yoshitsune's face. "My brother has already decided to execute Shigehira in a month. At that time..." he said softly, "I will oversee the execution. So, if Yuki still refuses to go with you, I think... in another month, when Shigehira... she won't be threatened anymore." Narifumi was silent for a moment. "The last bloodline of the Taira clan cannot be preserved." The little bird was about to grieve again. Thinking of this, a dull ache suddenly welled up in his heart. He glanced at Yoshitsune, who remained silent, seemingly lost in thought. ============================================= At this moment, Lady Masako also began to have some suspicions about Yoritomo's several late-night returns. From what she knew, Yoritomo rarely returned home this late, and each time he did, he was in a bad mood. Lately, he had also been quite unpredictable. A woman's intuition told her that something was amiss. Just as she was pondering this, she saw Kagetoshi in the courtyard. Suddenly, she remembered that Kagetoshi was now Yoritomo's most favored servant; perhaps she could get some information out of him. "Lady Masako," Kagetoshi approached and bowed to her. Masako nodded slightly and said, "Lord Kagetoshi, the Lord seems very busy lately. You're often by his side. Do you know what he's been busy with lately?" Kagetoshi looked up. Masako smiled elegantly, but there was no smile in her eyes. In recent years, Masako seemed to have matured a lot and become increasingly tough. Last year, to protect her husband's position from threat, she ruthlessly exiled her ambitious biological father. He had never dared to underestimate this woman. Perhaps, on a whim, this was a good opportunity to use someone else to do his dirty work. "This..." Kagetoshi's eyes flickered, and he hesitated. "The Lord is indeed very busy." Masako's eyes curved into a smile as she said softly, "Lord Kagetoshi, I hate being lied to the most." "This, I really dare not say." Kagetoshi declined. "Speak. If there is anything, I will take full responsibility. Don't worry, I won't tell you that you told me." "Masako knew what he was worried about. Kagetoki nodded as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Alright, for the sake of my lord, and for the foundation of the Minamoto clan, I have to say it. My lord is holding a Taira captive in my villa. That captive is an exceptionally beautiful woman, so it seems that my lord is reluctant to kill her, and is even afraid of what might happen to her." Masako felt a pang of sadness, but her face remained impassive as she said, "You mean my lord is captivated by her beauty and therefore reluctant to kill her? That's not a big deal." "Masako, if she were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but she is not only Taira no Kiyomori's daughter, but she is also the Oni-Masked Warrior who killed countless of our Minamoto warriors. If we let her live, she might seek revenge." Kagetoki said with a worried expression. "What!" Masako was shocked, her expression changing slightly, and said, "Oni-Masked Warrior is Taira no Kiyomori's daughter? Is that so?" "That's right." "Masako pondered for a moment and said, "If that's the case, she might be detrimental to our Genji clan in the future. My lord has never been fond of women; what's wrong with him this time?" "Indeed, my lord has never been fond of women, yet he's been bewitched by this woman. This woman is far too dangerous. How can we keep a member of the Taira clan by my lord's side?" Kagetoki continued opportunistically. "This woman cannot be kept," Masako coldly retorted. "Lord Kagetoki, this matter is entrusted to you." Kagetoki gently shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I cannot. That woman is currently at my villa. If something happens to her there, I fear my lord will blame me." He changed the subject, saying, "However, my lord asked me to take her to see Taira no Shigehira in three days. I will suddenly fall ill and be unable to escort her. Others will escort her, and on her return journey... The lady can then send someone to take action, and I will have committed no wrongdoing." "Masako smiled slightly and said, "Lord Jing Shi is indeed very thoughtful. It's decided then." A mysterious smile appeared on Jing Shi's lips. ============================================ Soon she would see her brother Chong Heng. Xiao Xue's heart, which had been filled with sorrow, finally felt a glimmer of joy, though sadness still lingered behind this joy. How was her brother Chong Heng? Had he lost weight or become haggard? Her heart felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't wait to see him. "Miss, you haven't eaten much today. Would you like me to make some pastries?" Senju Hime slowly walked over and sat down quietly beside her. Xiao Xue turned her head to look at her and said softly, "No need. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. But I'm just a prisoner. You don't need to be so kind to me." Senju Hime smiled and said, "Miss, do you really think the master treats you like a prisoner?" "I shouldn't have said anything, but I'm a woman too, and I can tell the master treats you very differently. Several times he came here very late, just watched you for a while by the door before leaving. He seemed very tired." Tired? He's probably thinking about how to torture her. "I don't want to hear about him." Her tone immediately turned cold. Qian Shou Ji smiled, stood up, and said, "Alright, then Miss should rest early. I'll take my leave now." The thought of him using Chong Heng to threaten her intensified her hatred. How long was he going to torture her with Chong Heng? What other terrible methods would he come up with? And she was powerless to stop him. Remembering his cold eyes and icy lips that night, a chill ran down her spine, and an uncontrollable surge of resentment welled up inside her. Chengfan, what should she do...? At this moment, she longed for Chengfan's warm embrace, for his faint fragrance, for so many memories flooding back: their first meeting under the tree, the sword-giving ceremony at night, the absurd marriage proposal, the graceful annulment... The fear of accidentally killing someone for the first time, the tension of going to the battlefield for the first time, the confusion and bewilderment of slaying an enemy for the first time—time and time again, he was there to gently soothe her. On the eve of the great battle, he traveled thousands of miles to come to her. After losing her loved ones, it was still him, appearing before her like a prince. It was him, it was all him. All these years, he had always been by her side, accepting her, understanding her, supporting her. Fujiwara Chengfan, Fujiwara Chengfan... Her heart ached with each passing moment. Why did she only realize this now? It was all too late, all impossible... He would never appear by her side again... She missed him so much, her heart ached so much... "Chengfan, Chengfan..." "She whispered softly. "I'm here," a soft voice suddenly came. Her body trembled, and she turned her head in disbelief. "Cheng--Fan?" she stammered. How could this be? How could he be here? Why? Every time she needed him, he would appear. Why? How awful, so awful! Cheng Fan, so awful! Something hot seemed to be welling up in her eyes. Before she could say anything more, Cheng Fan pulled her into his arms. The feeling of being held so tightly was so warm. She took a few deep breaths. It was indeed that familiar scent of incense. Was she dreaming? If it was a dream, she really hoped she wouldn't wake up, that it could stay like this forever. "I'm dreaming, right?" she murmured, burying her head in his chest. He took her left hand and gently placed it on his face, saying softly, "Then pinch me hard and see if it hurts." She slowly raised her head, looking at Cheng Fan. His eyes, as they had when they first met, held a deep, clear warmth that seemed almost overflowing. "Idiot, why did you run away?" A flash of anger crossed his face. "I..." she stammered, suddenly unable to speak. Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "How did you get in?" Cheng Fan smiled slightly. "I could come and go freely in the old Liu Boluo mansion, let alone a mere mansion like this." "Then, how did you know I was here?" Xiao Xue asked in surprise. Cheng Fan's gaze deepened, seemingly drawing her in. He whispered, "Because I heard a little bird calling, I heard it saying, 'Save me, save me...'" A flicker of heartache crossed his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and swiftly captured her lips. His lips, as soft as swan feathers, gently caressed hers, tenderly yet firmly nibbling at her lips, sucking their sweetness, as if trying to imprint all the longing of the past few days onto her lips. Between his teeth, on the tip of his tongue, Xiaoxue responded reflexively. Cheng Fan felt her response and was overjoyed, their love deepening. Cheng Fan, Cheng Fan, only this name filled Xiaoxue's mind at that moment. Waves of pleasure from their lips and teeth surged through her brain, making her almost dizzy. She loved him, she loved Cheng Fan, she loved him so much... After a long while, Cheng Fan reluctantly released her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You, you clearly saw the letter I left, saw such heartless words, why did you still rush over? You're the idiot." "Xiaoxue snapped out of her daze and suddenly asked a question. Chengfan's eyes softened even more, and he said softly, "I'm used to this body now, and there's no hope of ever meeting again, little bird, I understand what you mean." Understand? What? Xiaoxue was stunned, and was about to speak when Chengfan softly recited, "I'm used to this body now, and there's no hope of ever meeting again. Only the love in my heart will linger until death. Tell me, how could I not understand your feelings, how could I not come?" Looking at his smile, Xiaoxue swallowed back the words she wanted to say. When she wrote them, she hadn't fully understood her feelings for Chengfan; she had only thought of two rather heartless lines of waka, and had no idea there were two more lines afterward. But it was alright now; anyway, she did indeed like Chengfan, so she shouldn't expose him. "Then, now, come with me." Chengfan's words immediately brought her back to her senses, and she shook her head without thinking, "No, you know perfectly well I won't go with you, otherwise I wouldn't have come to Kamakura." Cheng Fan's smile faded, and he said, "I've already said, even if I have to use force, I won't put you in any danger." Cheng Fan was angry; the Cheng Fan who always smiled elegantly was angry, and very angry. Xiao Xue was slightly surprised, but she calmed herself down and said calmly, "Listen to me, Cheng Fan. Minamoto no Yoritomo promised me that I could see Shigehira-nii one last time in two days, so I can't go with you. Besides... if I leave, I'm afraid he might change his mind at any time and torture Shigehira-nii. He's my only family left. You understand how I feel, right? I know Shigehira-nii can't escape death, but I can only feel at ease when he leaves this world without pain. So now, I absolutely, absolutely will not leave." Cheng Fan gazed at her and slowly said, "Minamoto no Yoritomo has already given the order to behead Shigehira in a month." Although she was mentally prepared, Xiaoxue still couldn't accept the reality when she suddenly heard the exact time. One month, only one month left. Chongheng only had one month left. Her heart began to be slowly torn apart again, one cut after another. She clearly felt the stabbing pain of the knife slicing through her heart. "Then... then let me stay for another month," Xiaoxue said haltingly, her heart aching so much she could barely speak coherently. Chengfan hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "You're going to see Chongheng one last time in two days, right?" Seeing Xiaoxue nod, he slowly said, "Okay, I'll give you one more month. After one month, I'll come and take you away." "Mm," Xiaoxue nodded with relief. Chengfan smiled, bent down and kissed her cheek, saying, "I'm leaving too. It's late and the dew is heavy, you should rest early. Don't worry, I will definitely protect you." "Chengfan..." Xiaoxue called softly. "What?" Cheng Fan stopped in his tracks. "Thank you, thank you for always being by my side," she whispered, swallowing back the words she wanted to say. "Silly girl, I'll be by your side forever," Cheng Fan said, a slight smile creeping onto his lips. At the same time, a complex look flashed in his eyes. *I'm sorry, little bird, I lied. I can't let you risk your life anymore. After you see Chong Heng one last time, two days later, I will definitely take you away. I will, even if you hate me from now on, I will do it. I'm sorry...* ------------------------------------------------------------------- Two days later, Xiao Xue was ready early, waiting for someone to take her to Chong Heng's residence. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, a bittersweet feeling rising within her. Just then, Qian Shou Ji slowly approached and said, "Miss, the oxcart to pick you up is waiting outside. If you are ready, please set off." Xiaoxue nodded and walked towards the door. A very ordinary oxcart was parked outside, almost undecorated. A man in brown casual clothes stood beside it, holding the ox's rope. Upon seeing Xiaoxue, he pulled up the curtain for her and said, "Miss, please get in. The master is waiting for you inside." The master? Xiaoxue looked into the cart and was startled again, gasping. The man sitting inside, dressed in a purple silk robe, was none other than Minamoto no Yoritomo. Seeing her hesitant expression, a cold glint flashed in Yoritomo's eyes. He said, "What, don't you want to see Taira no Shigehira anymore?" Xiaoxue glared at him. Seeing Shigehira was more important; did he intend to eat her? So she gave him a cold glance in return and quickly got into the cart. ............ Dear ladies, I just returned to China these past two days, so the update is a little late. Sorry!

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Main text: Farewell to the Re-balancing

[Updated: 2006-01-05 19:16:50 Word Count: 5767]

As soon as she got in the car, she moved as far away from him as possible, then turned her head away, refusing to look at him again. "Are you that afraid of me?" he asked in a low voice. She didn't answer, only saying irritably, "Weren't you supposed to send someone to take me? Why is it you?" Lai Chao narrowed his eyes and said casually, "That's right, I was originally going to have Jing Shi take you, but he happened to be sick, and I happened to have some free time, so I'll take you instead." She gave a soft hum and didn't say anything more. The interior of the car was simple and elegant, with a faint incense that made one feel drowsy. The car moved slowly along the road. The roads in Kamakura seemed less smooth than those in Heian-kyo, bouncing around. Her chest felt tight, and she felt a wave of nausea rising up. He noticed that her complexion was bad and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She gave him a cold look and said, "None of your business." He didn't speak, but a cryptic look flashed in his eyes. "Gedeng!" The oxcart seemed to have tripped over something and stopped abruptly. Xiaoxue lost her balance, and because the space inside the cart was small, she actually fell right into Lai Chao's arms. She was immediately startled, and just as she was about to get up, her body was already tightly encircled by his hands. She looked up in shock. Two burning flames seemed to flicker in Lai Chao's eyes, and his expression was strange. The atmosphere was dangerous. She struggled desperately, but his hands were like an impenetrable wall, and her newly healed right hand was powerless. Frustrated and angry, she blurted out, "Let me go, you bastard, hurry..." Before she could finish, his lips were firmly sealed by hers. Xiaoxue was stunned, frozen in place for a few seconds before she realized this bastard was kissing her. She immediately shut her mouth tightly, refusing to let his tongue intrude, while desperately trying to turn her face away from his lips. Lai Chao used his strength to push her into a corner, flipped her over, and pinned her down, rendering her immobile. He then used one hand to firmly support the back of her neck, even more forcefully trying to pry open her teeth. It was so painful, so unbearable; her heart felt like it was about to explode. Fine, since you're so despicable, I won't let you bully me like this. She suddenly loosened her lips slightly, and his tongue immediately slithered in like a snake. At this moment, she endured the discomfort and bit down hard on his tongue. "Ouch..." A pained sound rang out, and she clearly felt a release on her lips. That damned lip was finally gone. She glared at him angrily. He expressionlessly raised his right hand, wiped his tongue with his finger, and blood immediately stained his finger. He glanced at the blood on his finger, then looked at Xiaoxue, his eyes icy cold. Xiaoxue couldn't help but shiver. "Xiaoxue, shouldn't I take my revenge on Ping Chongheng now?" His cold voice pierced her heart like a sharp blade. "No!" she cried out. "It was me! If you want revenge, take it out on me! Stop torturing Shigeaki! Besides, you did this first, you've gone too far!" She paused, then added, "Minamoto no Yoritomo, you can kill me, you can torture me, but you can't humiliate me. Otherwise, I'd rather die than be humiliated by you." His face turned pale. He quickly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, and said, word by word, "I'll say it again, I will never let you die." He slowly released his grip, coldly saying, "This time I'll let it go. But if there's a next time, don't blame me for breaking my promise." Minamoto no Yoritomo, why, why didn't he just kill her? Xiaoxue leaned softly against the corner, waves of hatred surging within her. =========================================== The carriage traveled slowly for about half an hour before finally stopping in front of a secluded mansion. Xiaoxue and Lai Chao got out of the carriage and walked into the mansion. Although the mansion was simple, it was clean and tidy, showing that it was regularly cleaned and maintained. Lai Chao led her around the corridor and stopped in front of a room, saying, "Ping Chongheng is inside. Say what you want to say, but I'll only give you half an hour." Xiaoxue nodded with a serious face and walked to the door. Her Chongheng brother was on the other side of the door. Soon, she would see her Chongheng brother. She suppressed her excitement, but her slightly trembling hands couldn't open the sliding door. She had to take a few deep breaths, grab her trembling hands, and compose herself before slowly opening the sliding door. A young man dressed in a blue robe held a Buddhist scripture scroll, engrossed in reading it. His thin, slightly turned face, though showing signs of weariness, still exuded an innate noble and elegant air. "Brother Chongheng has grown thin and haggard. Brother Chongheng, once compared to a peony by the people of the capital for his unparalleled beauty, where is his former glory?" Her heart trembled, and tears welled uncontrollably in her eyes. The heart-wrenching sorrow rendered her speechless. Hearing the noise, the man slowly turned his head. Upon seeing the woman before him, the scripture fell to the ground. He stared at her in disbelief. "Brother Chongheng!" Xiaoxue couldn't hold back any longer, sobbing as she threw herself into Chongheng's arms. Chongheng gently cupped her face, murmuring, "Is it you, Xiaoxue? Is it really you?" "It's me, it's me, Brother Chongheng, it's me," Xiaoxue answered repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, staining Chongheng's blue straight hair dark in an instant. "Xiaoxue!" Chongheng managed to squeeze out two words from his throat, then hugged her tightly. His hands gripped her so tightly, as if he wanted to break her waist. After an unknown amount of time, the two gradually calmed down. Xiaoxue looked up, her heart aching, and said, "Brother, you've lost weight and look so haggard. I was so worried about you." Chongheng stroked her hair and said, "I'm fine. Look at me now, I'm perfectly fine." Suddenly, as if remembering something, he jumped up abruptly, his face filled with shock. "Xiaoxue, you've been captured too! You've been captured too?" Xiaoxue nodded, gazing at him. "Yes, I've been captured. But now I'm actually glad I was captured. At least I can see you one last time before I die. I'll die without regrets." "What a pity." "Xiaoxue," Chongheng's eyes glistened with tears as he grasped her hand and whispered, "Xiaoxue, you shouldn't have died. You have no blood relation to the Hei family. You shouldn't have died." A deep regret flashed in his eyes. "I made the wrong decision. I shouldn't have dragged you into this in the first place. I shouldn't have let you get involved in such a cruel war. I regret it so much. If you had married Fujiwara no Narifumi after your coming-of-age ceremony, you wouldn't have suffered so much. It's all my fault. I was too selfish, thinking only of you as mine..." His voice choked, and he couldn't continue. "Brother Chongheng, it wasn't your fault at all. Although I'm not related to you by blood, you've always treated me like family, haven't you? Especially Brother Chongheng, you've always spoiled me and indulged me since I was little. You all loved me so much..." As Xiaoxue spoke, the thought of her other brothers being gone and Chongheng about to be executed overwhelmed her with grief. All the suppressed sorrow burst forth, and she gripped his sleeve tightly, crying, "Brother Chongheng, I don't want you to die! I don't want you to die! I can't lose you again!" She hated herself for being so useless, for being unable to do anything, not even save Brother Chongheng's life. “Fool, everyone dies eventually, fate is unavoidable. Actually, I should have died in the Valley of the First Sword long ago. Now I've been barely clinging to life for so long, it's time to go see Father and the others,” his face was calm as he gently stroked Xiaoxue's shoulder and said softly, “So, there's nothing to be sad about. If we are destined, we will surely meet again in the next life.” “I don't want the next life, I only want this life, brother…” Xiaoxue's voice was still trembling. “Xiaoxue, this is all destiny,” Shigeaki picked up the Buddhist scriptures that had fallen to the ground and said softly, “I've been reading scriptures lately, and my heart has become much clearer. Our Taira clan has ended up like this because of the evil deeds we sowed in the past. Every cause has its effect. Although the Genji clan has won now, how long can they last? Nobody knows.” Xiaoxue looked at Shigeaki in surprise. There was no fear, no apprehension, no confusion in his eyes, only calmness and clarity. But when he stared at her, that calmness was quickly shattered. "Xiaoxue, it's been so long since I've seen your smile. Can you smile for me?" A long-lost smile appeared on Chongheng's face. She hesitated for a moment. How could she smile now? But no matter what, she wanted Chongheng to remember her beautiful side, so she nodded and slowly let a bright smile bloom on her face. Chongheng's heart fluttered, and he unconsciously reached out his slender fingers to touch that dazzling smile. To see his sister's smile before he died was enough for him. "What a beautiful smile..." He smiled and gently stroked her face. "Brother Chongheng, we will definitely meet again in the next life." Xiaoxue reached out and grasped his hand. A complicated look flashed in Chongheng's eyes. He nodded and said, "However, I hope we will not be siblings in the next life. In the next life," he paused, then said, word by word, "If I find you, I will never let go again." Xiaoxue's heart trembled. She looked up and saw a trace of sadness on Chongheng's face. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Then I'll wait for you, Brother Chongheng." Something seemed to flash in Chongheng's eyes. Just as he was about to say something, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Miss, the master has instructed you to leave." Why had half an hour passed so quickly? Xiaoxue's heart ached. She clung to Chongheng's sleeve, unwilling to let go. She knew that this parting was forever; they would never see each other again in this life. This parting meant their only reunion would be in her dreams. Why had she encountered such a cruel fate? Why was this happening? It wasn't until the woman urged her for the third time that Xiaoxue slowly stood up, turning back every few steps, and walked slowly towards the door. Just as she was about to step out, she suddenly heard Chongheng softly reciting behind her: "My sister, beautiful as purple madder, how could she not be my beloved? Alas, she is not my wife, my longing breaks my heart." Upon hearing this song, she abruptly stopped, her heart breaking as if cut by a knife, tears streaming down her face. She trembled and said, "Brother Chongheng, in the next life I will definitely marry you, so you must, you absolutely must find me!" After saying this, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and staggered away without looking back. She dared not look back; she feared that if she did, she would never be able to leave again. Brother Chongheng, even if you can't find me in the next life, I will definitely find you, and keep searching forever. I owe you so much... ----------------------- Before boarding the oxcart, she wiped away her tears. Even if she cried, she couldn't cry in front of Minamoto no Yoritomo. Her eyes were still red and swollen. Once on the cart, she shrank into a corner, not uttering a word. Seeing her like this, Yoritomo understood that she would inevitably cry when she saw Shigehira. A pang of pity stirred within him. He wanted to hold her tightly and comfort her softly. His gaze softened as he looked at Xiaoxue, only to meet her eyes, filled with hatred. If looks could kill, he would already be riddled with wounds. On the gently swaying oxcart, Xiaoxue's thoughts were in turmoil, her mind filled with memories of Shigehira. At this moment, they seemed exceptionally clear. Shigehira, who had always indulged her, who had always spoiled her—was he really going to leave her forever? Munemori, Chimori, Shigehira—one by one, they were leaving her. She felt so lonely, so alone. All of this was that man's fault. She glared hatefully at Minamoto no Yoritomo. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. It was all his fault; he had destroyed the Taira clan, he had destroyed her brothers. The thought ignited an uncontrollable hatred within her, surging in her chest as if about to burst forth. She hated him, hated him so much she wanted to kill him. Kill him? The thought flashed through her mind. Looking at Yoritomo's closed eyes, a thought struck her. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to kill him? Even if it meant mutual destruction, it would be worth it. Although she couldn't use her right hand, she could use her left. Having made up her mind, she carefully examined Yoritomo. He wore two katana at his waist, one long and one short. If she drew the shorter one and plunged it into his throat with lightning speed, based on her experience of killing so many people, even with her left hand, she should still be able to do it. Just then, the car lurched heavily again. This was the crucial moment. In a flash, Xiaoxue used the car's momentum to lunge forward, swiftly drawing her short katana from her waist and thrusting it at his throat with lightning speed. Just inches from his throat, he suddenly opened his eyes and, with unwavering demeanor, swiftly and decisively caught her blade. She was shocked; he had so easily deflected her fierce attack. How could his reaction be so fast? How much more skill was he hiding...? In the blink of an eye, the knife was gone, and she hadn't even seen what move he used. "Don't you even want this left hand anymore?" His voice was as cold as ice. "You wanted to kill me? Even when you were Ghost Mask, you probably couldn't do it, let alone now." Xiaoxue whispered, "Enough nonsense, just kill me." Just then, a scream came from outside the oxcart. The cart stopped abruptly, and Lai Chao's face changed. As soon as he lifted the curtain, a gleaming silver knife was thrust in. He dodged to the side, quickly snatched the knife, and whispered, "Don't go out." He then jumped out of the cart. Inside, Xiaoxue only heard the sound of weapons clashing outside. Only one thing came to her mind: they had been ambushed. She immediately picked up the short katana, gripped it tightly, and lifted the left curtain slightly. She saw five or six samurai-like men fighting Lai Chao. Lai Chao was indeed a master of disguise; as he swung his knife, two men had already fallen. The remaining few seemed unwilling to engage Lai Chao. One of them finally seized an opportunity, rushing towards the car and thrusting his knife into it. Xiao Xue raised her knife to block, but the impact sent a jolt through her arm. The man had already climbed into the car and was frantically swinging his knife at her, as if determined to kill her. Her left hand seemed useless; the situation was critical. If this continued, she would surely die. Although she wasn't afraid of death, she didn't want to be killed so inexplicably. So, she steeled herself, transferred the knife to her right hand, and with all her might, used that move... The man, who had once slain countless enemies, was struck through the throat with a single, sharp stab. With two sharp "thuds," the blade pierced his throat, leaving a gurgling sound before he collapsed. In that instant, Xiaoxue noticed a knife had been plunged into his back at roughly the same time. She looked up at the man standing beside the carriage; he seemed to be breathing slightly, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a golden halo around him, giving him a gentle appearance. Was he really Minamoto no Yoritomo? "Are you... alright?" he asked softly. She shook her head, glancing through the gap in the curtain. The samurai were now all corpses. "They seem to be after you, I think..." Yoritomo suddenly stopped, staring intently at Xiaoxue's shoulder, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes. Xiaoxue suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder. Looking down, she was shocked to see blood gushing out. Oh no! She must have overexerted herself; the old wound had reopened. She pressed it with her hand, but the blood continued to flow from between her fingers. Lai Chao rushed over and grabbed her, his face pale. He stammered, "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, are you alright?" He quickly tore off a corner of his clothes and reached for her collar. "Don't touch me!" Xiaoxue, with her last shred of consciousness, pushed his hand away. "What time is it now! Bandage it first!" Lai Chao's voice was heavy with anxiety and anger. He grabbed Xiaoxue's left hand with one hand and quickly pulled open her collar with the other. A wound on her shoulder appeared to have reopened, and blood continued to gush out, making her skin appear even paler. Damn it, how could there be so much blood? His heart ached slightly. Ignoring Xiaoxue's struggles, he quickly bandaged her shoulder, straightened her clothes, and held her tightly in his arms, saying in a deep voice, "Bear with it, Xiaoxue, I'll take you home right away." The pain began to cloud her mind, and her consciousness gradually faded. Perhaps this was truly the end for her. However, before she died, there was one thing she couldn't let go of. She took a breath and weakly said, "Minamoto no Yoritomo, if... if I die, you will still keep your promise, right, right?" After saying these words, she could no longer hold on. Before losing consciousness, she only vaguely heard Yoritomo's out-of-control shouts: "Don't die! If you dare to die, I will use the most cruel methods to deal with Taira no Shigeaki!" =================================== Ziluyin, I'm in Northern Europe. I don't use QQ, but I have MSN. You can add me too. vivibear333@

Once a boy

[Updated: 2006-01-06 13:50:21 Word Count: 5491]

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoxue finally woke up. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar room. Looking down, she saw that her shoulder wound had been re-bandaged, faintly smelling of medicine. This flare-up of the old injury seemed even more painful than before. She moved her left hand and discovered it was being held firmly in someone's grasp. Startled, she looked up and saw that the person leaning against her, holding her hand, was Minamoto no Yoritomo. He was half-asleep, his face turned to the side. He looked remarkably calm, his expression gentle, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor when awake. She instinctively struggled to pull her hand away, but the moment she moved, he snapped awake. Seeing her open eyes, a flicker of joy crossed his face, and he said softly, "Xiaoxue, you're awake? How are you feeling?" Xiaoxue glanced at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "Let go of my hand." Yoritomo's grip tightened suddenly, then he slowly released her. “The apothecary said it’s because your old arrow wound has recurred, so you need to rest properly. This is my residence.” His face darkened, a fleeting worry crossing his eyes. “What? Why? I’d rather go back to where I was.” Xiaoxue’s heart sank again upon hearing it was his residence. Wouldn’t that mean seeing him every day? “This assassin was clearly after you, and you’re injured. Naturally, you’re safest with me. Don’t think about anything, just stay here.” The joy on his face vanished, replaced by a cold expression. “Why did you save me…” Xiaoxue glared at him. “Minamoto no Yoritomo, even if you saved me, I still hate you.” Yoritomo gave her a meaningful look and said in a low voice, “Then hate me. Stay by my side and hate me.” Xiaoxue was stunned, speechless. Stay by his side and hate him? What did that mean? Did he want to keep her by his side forever? For how long? A year, two years, ten years, a lifetime? She felt a chill run through her body, a coldness spreading from the depths of her heart to her limbs. What about Cheng Fan? Would he know she was here? Could he still find her? Cheng Fan must be very worried. The pain in her shoulder returned in waves. She gently covered the painful spot, her heart boiling like water, no longer calm. Lai Chao left the room, his face increasingly grim. The pharmacist's words echoed in his mind, "This young lady's arrow wound on her right shoulder hadn't fully healed, and this relapse has worsened her condition. Moreover, she is very weak. If she doesn't take good care of herself, at best, her right hand will never be able to lift anything even slightly heavy again; at worst..." He didn't let the pharmacist finish, because he would never allow that worst-case scenario to happen. "My lord, I heard you brought that woman from the Taira family back to the manor. Is that true?" Zhengzi's angry voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked at Zhengzi; she seemed to have just received the news and rushed over, her face full of anger, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes. "That's right." He nodded. "My lord, not only is she a woman of the Taira clan, but she's also Oni-Masked, who has murdered countless samurai of our Minamoto clan! How can you bring her back to the manor? What are you planning to do?" Masako's voice grew urgent. "I will take her as my concubine." He glanced at Masako's shocked expression and continued, "From now on, she is neither a woman of the Taira clan nor Oni-Masked. She has only one identity: she belongs to me, Minamoto no Yoritomo. Do you understand, Masako?" He had completely anticipated Masako's reaction. He had considered hiding Koyuki elsewhere before, but now the situation was critical. For Koyuki's safety, he had to keep her by his side, within his sight. "But my lord, if you truly intend to take a concubine, I have no right to object. However, this woman is a member of the Taira clan. How can I feel at ease letting her stay by your side?" Masako was both angry and anxious. That woman was incredibly lucky. When the assassins were sent, Yoritomo was with her. Not only did they fail to kill her, but Yoritomo had now brought her into the manor. Keeping such a woman by his side was far too dangerous. “I said, from now on, she’s mine. You don’t need to say anything more.” A hint of impatience flashed in Yoritomo’s eyes. Masako shook her head bitterly and said, “Fine, I won’t say anything more. But sir, I hope you won’t forget your ambitions and don’t let a woman shake the foundation of our Minamoto clan.” An inscrutable expression flashed across Yoritomo’s face. He turned to the guards outside the door and said, “Keep a close watch on this place. No one is allowed to enter without my permission.” “Then, sir, can I at least see her?” Masako’s face was a little pale. The woman’s direct reaction made her want to see her. Yoritomo hesitated for a moment and did not answer. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat her. Just a glance is fine, right? If you’re worried, send someone to follow me.” Masako continued. “Alright,” he nodded, then added, “Actually, you should know her too.” Masako looked at him in surprise and said, “I know her too?” “You’ll know once you go in.” Yoritomo’s tone softened. Confused, Masako gently opened the sliding door. She saw a young woman lying with her back to the door, her long hair disheveled, a few strands of her jet-black hair leaving graceful marks on the soft blankets. The woman, hearing the door open, didn't turn around, but coldly said, "Minamoto no Yoritomo, it's better to kill me than to stay by your side for the rest of my life." "You're that woman from the Taira clan?" Masako asked softly. Hearing Masako's voice, the woman seemed startled, slowly turning her head, her eyes widening as she stared intently at her. Masako's surprise was no less. Although several years had passed, she recognized the face immediately. It was Koyuki! The Oni Mask was Koyuki! No wonder Yoritomo had said those things. She seemed to understand why Yoritomo wanted to save her and take her as a concubine. "Koyuki, how could it be you? It really is you?" Masako's face couldn't hide her astonishment. “Masako, is that you?” she called softly. Masako quickly walked to her side. “Koyuki, how could you be Oni-Masked? You’re actually from the Taira clan? What’s going on?” Koyuki shook her head and said, “I’ve always been from the Taira clan. I’ve been keeping it a secret from you all.” Masako carefully examined Koyuki. Her face was still beautiful, but she looked haggard, lacking her former liveliness and innocence. Her smile was gone, and a faint sadness seemed to veil her eyes. The destruction of the Taira clan seemed to have dealt her a heavy blow. Masako’s mind suddenly flashed back to the happy times they had spent together. Now, things had changed, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy and regret. A conflict arose in her heart. What should she do? Although she was Koyuki, keeping her alive was always a potential threat. Or should she kill her? Masako hesitated. She couldn’t bring herself to kill Koyuki like this. But no matter what, Koyuki couldn’t stay by Yoritomo’s side… Absolutely not… She couldn’t allow the foundation of the Minamoto clan to be shaken in the slightest. =========================================== The news that Minamoto no Yoritomo had brought an injured woman back to his residence quickly reached the ears of Fujiwara no Narifumi and Yoshitsune. Narifumi, already deeply worried about his failed attempt the previous night, immediately guessed upon hearing this news that the person Yoritomo had brought back was Koyuki. "No, Lord Kuro, I can't stay here. I must go and rescue Kotori immediately." Narifumi's face had lost its composure. The thought of Kotori being injured again filled him with unbearable pain, and he couldn't stay a moment longer. Love truly can cloud one's judgment, even the usually calm and collected Fujiwara no Narifumi was no exception. "Lord Chengfan, I'm afraid it's not possible now. My brother's residence is heavily guarded, and with the attack on Xiaoxue, even more guards have been deployed. Taking Xiaoxue away will be extremely difficult." Yoshitsune was also heartbroken, but he seemed calmer than Chengfan. "How about this, I'll visit my brother in a few days to see Xiaoxue and check on her situation. Then we can make a plan," he continued. Chengfan steadied himself, controlling his emotions. Only by remaining calm could he devise a way to save the little bird. "Please keep an eye on the number of guards around. Also," he took out the note Xiaoxue had written on from his sleeve and handed it to Yoshitsune, saying, "If you have the chance, please give this to her. Tell her I will definitely come to save her." Yoshitsune took it, his eyes quickly scanning the paper. He saw the two lines Xiaoxue had written before and two more lines added after the song: "Only love remains in my heart, lingering until death." The handwriting was smooth and elegant; it must be Chengfan's. His heart clenched with pain, and he quickly and discreetly folded the document, tucking it into his sleeve. He said, "If I see her, I will definitely pass it on." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Lord Nagenori, there is one more thing I would like to discuss with you, concerning Taira no Shigehira." -------------------------------------- A few days later, Yoshitsune went to Minamoto no Yoritomo's residence early in the morning. Yoritomo seemed unsurprised by his sudden arrival. After exchanging a few greetings, Yoshitsune couldn't help but bring up the matter of Koyuki. "Brother, I heard you brought Yuki back to the manor. Is that true?" Yoritomo glanced at him and slowly uttered two words: "That's right." A hint of tension flashed across Yoshitsune's face. "Then, brother, what exactly do you intend to do with her? Please spare her life for the sake of our past relationship." "Death?" Yoritomo raised an eyebrow. "How could I let her die? By the way, I will soon marry her as a concubine, so you don't need to worry about how I deal with her." "What!" Yoritomo's words struck Yoshitsune like a bolt from the blue. "Brother, is this true?" His voice trembled slightly. "Of course it's true," Yoritomo said casually. "Who she was in the past is not important. From now on, she is mine." "But, brother, are you doing this because you like her? Or is there another reason?" Yoshitsune, at this moment, didn't know where he got the courage, and looked directly into Yoritomo's eyes to ask. A slight look of surprise flashed across Yoritomo's face. He knew his younger brother had always loved Koyuki, but now it seemed to be more than just ordinary love. However, even if he loved her, Koyuki would always belong to him, Minamoto no Yoritomo. "What other reason do you think I have?" Yoritomo's eyes coldly swept over Yoshitsune. "Brother, with the Taira clan ending like this, Koyuki will only hate us. She will live her whole life in hatred. If you still want her to marry you, it will be unbearable for her. You know her temperament; I'm just afraid she..." Yoshitsune's heart ached again, wondering what extreme things Koyuki might do. Yoritomo's face showed a slight change, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "You don't need to worry about that. Whether I like her or not, I have my own plans." He had considered Yoshitsune's words, but what had awakened in his heart was not just longing, but also—love. He wanted to keep her, wanted to see her face every day; she belonged only to him—the beauty under the moon. "Then...may I go visit her? I heard she's injured..." Yoshitsune pleaded softly, suppressing a trembling voice. Yoritomo looked at him thoughtfully, then slowly nodded: "Very well, after all, she's your future sister-in-law; it's only proper for you to visit her." Yoshitsune's lips twitched noticeably. "Thank you, brother," he managed to squeeze out. -------------------------- The moment he saw Koyuki again, although he was somewhat prepared and knew she was injured, her pale face and bloodless lips still pained him deeply. Koyuki was also startled to see Yoshitsune. This time, she didn't turn her head, but simply looked at him coldly, her face expressionless. "Koyuki, are you...alright?" He struggled for a long time before finally asking. "I'm not alright," Koyuki answered decisively. Yoshitsune fell silent for a moment, then looked at her and said, "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, this isn't what I wanted. I really don't want you to get hurt anymore." He suddenly tapped his chest and said, "I know, Xiaoxue, you're already covered in wounds here. Actually... I'm no different." Xiaoxue was startled, looking up at him. His eyes were still clear and bright, and the dimple at the corner of his lips was faintly visible. When he rescued her from the water years ago, the first thing that caught her eye was his smile with that faint dimple. Niu Ruo, recalling that gentle, smiling boy, a soft spot deep within her heart seemed to be touched. "Help me up," she said softly. Yoshitsune was taken aback, but after understanding, a smile immediately bloomed on his face. He said repeatedly, "Okay, okay," and hurriedly reached out to help her sit up, his voice trembling slightly with joy. “Minamoto no Yoshitsune, don’t think I’ve forgiven you.” Koyuki paused, then said coldly, “At least not now. I can’t forgive you. I can’t forget what you did to us.” “I understand, Koyuki, I understand.” Yoshitsune smiled. As long as there was less hatred in Koyuki’s eyes, he was content. Koyuki was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, “I want to ask you for two things.” Yoshitsune nodded. Koyuki said, “My brother Shigehira will be beheaded in a month. I hope you can help me find his head and give him a proper burial. I don’t want my brother Shigehira to not even have a complete corpse.” Her expression was somber, and deep sorrow was hidden beneath her lowered eyelashes. Yoshitsune remained silent, considering for a moment as if struggling, before saying, "I am the one who will oversee the execution of Shigehira this time." Koyuki's body trembled, but her face remained expressionless. She simply murmured, "Then... I beg you." Her voice was still calm. "Also, if you see Narifumi, please tell him two things: 'I am now accustomed to this life, and there will be no more farewells.'" Accustomed to this life, and there will be no more farewells, only the love in her heart will linger until death. Narifumi—he would understand her meaning. If heaven gave her a chance, she truly wanted to say those two words: "I love you," "I love Narifumi," "I love him so much." Yoshitsune's heart began to ache again. He understood the meaning of those two lines of waka. So, it was Narifumi who loved him. He reached for the note Narifumi had asked him to bring, hesitated for a moment, then took it out and quickly stuffed it into Koyuki's hand, whispering, "Someone also asked me to tell you that he will definitely save you." Koyuki took the note in astonishment and casually slipped it into her sleeve. Yoshitsune stood up and said, "Xiaoxue, you should rest well. I'll take my leave." He turned around, then suddenly said in a deep voice, as if he had made a decision, "I'm afraid I can't help with Shigehira's funeral arrangements, because—I won't let him die." With that, he immediately opened the sliding door and strode out. Won't let him die? What did Yoshitsune mean? Xiaoxue pondered his words in confusion. He was Shigehira's executioner; if he wouldn't let Shigehira die, did he intend to spare him? At this thought, Xiaoxue's heart raced with excitement. Could it be that her brother Shigehira could really escape this calamity? But could it really be that simple? Was Yoshitsune really going to do that? Why? A mixture of joy and unease churned within her. As her heart gradually calmed down, she suddenly remembered the note Yoshitsune had given her. She quickly took it out of her sleeve, and upon opening it, seeing the elegant handwriting and the two lines of waka poetry, her heart raced. Her vision blurred with tears, and she could no longer make out the words on the paper. A tear slid down her cheek, landing precisely on the character for "love," blurring the ink. It was Chengfan! She clutched the paper tightly to her chest, her heart filled with both joy and bitterness. Heaven, please give her another chance, let her tell him herself that she loves him. Just this one chance... just once, just once... Lost in this torment of joy and bitterness, she didn't notice that Minamoto no Yoritomo had unknowingly entered.

The main text does not wait for the wind

[Updated: 2006-01-06 13:51:36 Word Count: 5903]

"What's wrong?" The sudden voice startled Xiaoxue, causing her hand to slip and the paper to fall to the ground. "Oh no!" she thought inwardly, quickly bending down to pick it up. "Don't move," he said softly, already swiftly picking up the paper. A flicker of tension crossed Xiaoxue's face. He glanced at the words on the paper, his expression instantly changing. He looked up at Xiaoxue; her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying. His face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "What happened? Who gave you this?" Xiaoxue suppressed her nervousness and coldly replied, "I don't need to explain to you." Lai Chao looked at her and slowly said, "Could it be Jiulang?" "No, it wasn't him. I always carry this with me." Xiaoxue didn't know why, but she blurted it out, subconsciously not wanting to implicate Yoshitsune. "Besides, it seems like this has nothing to do with you, right?" "Nothing to do with me?" He raised an eyebrow, a mysterious smile suddenly appearing on his lips. "Oh, right, you don't know yet, but next month I'll be marrying you as my concubine. So, do you think it has anything to do with me?" What?! A thunderbolt exploded in Xiaoxue's head. "You, you're talking nonsense!" The force of his words was like a bombshell to Xiaoxue. "Minamoto no Yoritomo, you're insane! I'm your enemy! I don't like you at all! I hate you! I wish I could kill you! If you marry me, you'll definitely regret it, you definitely will!" Her emotions suddenly surged. How could this be? Marrying him was worse than death! Yoritomo looked at her quietly and said slowly, "I, Minamoto no Yoritomo, never do anything I regret. Whether you hate me or want to kill me, I will definitely marry you." She trembled, both angry and anxious, and shouted, "Minamoto no Yoritomo, do you want to torment me like this for the rest of my life? Since you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me? Why!" A flash of anger also crossed Yoritomo's face as he stared into her eyes and said, "I'm doing this not because I hate you, but because—" His words suddenly stopped. Xiaoxue glared at him for a while, then reached out to snatch the paper from his hand. "Give it back!" His anger intensified. "Is this piece of paper so important to you, or is the person you wrote it on more important?" "That's right, that person is very important to me, because there is only him in my heart!" Xiaoxue didn't care about anything else and said whatever came to mind. His face turned ashen, and he tore the paper to shreds in a few swift movements. He said in a hoarse voice, "You can't have anyone else in your heart, absolutely not!" "Minamoto no Yoritomo, you pervert, you madman, you bastard!" Seeing him tear the paper, Xiaoxue was furious and began to rant incoherently. "Shut up!" He grabbed her angrily and forcefully pressed his lips to her still-cursing mouth, sucking on her lips viciously. She struggled, but he simply held her firmly in his arms, preventing her from moving. As if suddenly remembering something, he slowly moved his lips to her ear, gently blowing on her earlobe, saying, "By the way, if you dare to bite anyone again this time, I'll hold Ping Chongheng responsible." She trembled, angrily retorting, "You're so despicable, so shameless!" He smiled indifferently, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said, "Then I'll show you how shameless I can be." With that, he abruptly pressed her down, pinning her beneath him, and kissed her lips again. He hadn't missed the fleeting pain on her face; he hesitated for a moment—her shoulder injury hadn't healed yet—but now, the fire of jealousy had consumed his reason. She actually loved another man! Under his relentless onslaught, he finally pried open her teeth, his tongue tightly entwining with hers. This feeling was suffocating, driving her to the brink of collapse. She desperately wanted to bite his tongue off, but thinking of Chongheng, she had to suppress the urge to kill him. His lips finally parted reluctantly, and she breathed a sigh of relief, only to suddenly feel them moving downwards, from her chin, neck, and down, down to her collarbone. This time, she couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her left hand to push him away, "Enough, you bastard, get off me!!" He grabbed her hand, his breathing rapid, his face flushed an unnatural red, his deep brown eyes now as dark as lacquer, a strange light flickering in their depths. "Xiaoxue..." he murmured, his right hand slowly slipping inside her pale yellow blouse. Xiaoxue's body trembled with his touch. She was fully conscious; she knew the situation was dire. A fear she had never felt before washed over her, a fear more terrifying than death itself. Her struggles seemed futile. Her left hand was firmly held, her right hand immobilized by her shoulder injury, and her legs were pinned down. She had never felt so helpless. "Let me go!" She didn't want to give up struggling, but this struggle only intensified Lai Chao's desire for her. It was just a momentary impulse, but who knew it would get out of control? He had lost control of himself. Seeing his lips move to her chest, a surge of blood rushed to her head. She knew that if this continued, she would be finished. At this moment, she couldn't care less. Enduring the excruciating pain, she raised her right hand and struck his face with all her might. Even if this hand was ruined, she couldn't let him humiliate her. "Smack!" The crisp sound startled Lai Chao. He touched his face, looked up at Xiaoxue, and suddenly his expression changed drastically. Xiaoxue also felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She quickly looked down and saw that the blood on her shoulder had stained her yellow shirt, the vibrant blood blooming like cherry blossoms in March. It must have been the force she used earlier that reopened the wound. She didn't know how long this wound would torment her. "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, how are you?" Lai Chao's lust had long since vanished, leaving only panic and anxiety. He held her limp body, tightly pressing his hand against her wound, and shouted, "Someone, quickly summon the pharmacist!" --------------------------------- By the time the pharmacist arrived, her consciousness was already quite blurred. She only vaguely felt her wound being bandaged, and faintly heard the pharmacist say something dangerous. Lai Chao reached out and touched her forehead, and was shocked. He quickly turned his head and asked, "What happened? Why is her forehead so hot?" The pharmacist's expression was grave. He also came over and checked her forehead, and whispered, "Sir, Miss's wound has reopened, and she has symptoms of a cold. Forgive my bluntness, but I'm afraid..." He didn't finish his sentence. Lai Chao's face was murderous. He grabbed the pharmacist's collar and said coldly, "I'm not afraid! If you can't cure her, your whole family will die!" The pharmacist's face turned pale, and he said repeatedly, "I will do my best, I will do my best. I'll go prepare Miss's medicine right away." "Go!" Lai Chao angrily released his collar. Looking at the unconscious Xiao Xue, he was filled with anger and regret. This was all his fault. Damn it, what was wrong with him? He couldn't control himself and made her injuries worse. He was at a loss when facing her. Waves of heartache surged in his chest. He gripped her hand tightly and whispered, "Xiaoxue, don't die, please don't die. I will treat you well, I will never torture you with Pingzhong Heng again..." "It hurts..." Xiaoxue groaned indistinctly. Her mind was a blur, her head was heavy, her face was burning, and her body ached terribly. Heaven was so unfair to her. If it wanted her to die, it would have been easy to end it with a single blow. Why did it have to end like this, in such agony? "Xiaoxue..." Hearing her groans, a fear he had never felt before welled up deep within him. He was afraid, afraid of her death, afraid of her disappearing. He hated the stupid thing he had just done. He didn't want her to disappear, never. ========================================== At almost the same moment, Fujiwara no Narifumi also learned of this devastating news from Yoshitsune. "What?! Minamoto no Yoritomo wants to marry her?" Narifumi's face turned ashen, his mind in turmoil. All composure and elegance vanished. "I never imagined my brother would make this decision." Yoshitsune's emotions were no better than Narifumi's. Narifumi remained silent for a moment, calming his turbulent emotions, before asking, "And her injuries?" Yoshitsune shook his head. "She looks very bad." Very bad? Narifumi's heart skipped a beat. The little bird must be in so much pain. Thinking of this, his heart ached. "Lord Kuro, we can't let her stay there any longer. I must take her away." Narifumi stood up and walked to the latticed window. "But, Lord Narifumi, from what I've observed, the area around my brother's residence, around Koyuki's room, is heavily guarded. Rescuing her will be extremely difficult," Yoshitsune said with a troubled expression. Narifumi gazed at the falling leaves outside the window, sorting through his thoughts, and suddenly spoke, "I've heard that Minamoto no Yoritomo's wife, Masako, is a very capable woman? She must have opposed Yoritomo taking a concubine, right?" Yoshitsune nodded and said, "That's right. I heard from the maids that my sister-in-law even argued with my brother about it." "Oh?" Narifumi's expression had returned to calm. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Then what was the relationship between Lady Masako and Kotori before?" "Koyuki and my sister-in-law used to be very close; they were best friends who could talk about anything." Hearing Yoshitsune's words, a long-lost smile appeared on Narifumi's lips. He turned around and gently... "Lord Kuro," Yoshitsune said, "to rescue Kotori, we need someone's help." "Who?" "Lady Masako." "Sister-in-law? Will she help?" A hint of doubt flashed across Yoshitsune's face. "She's completely devoted to my brother, why would she help us?" Nagenori smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "Lord Kuro, you don't understand women at all. The more devoted she is to Minamoto no Yoritomo, the more she'll help us." He paused, then added, "I think I should meet Lady Masako." "In that case, let's do as Lord Nagenori suggests. Your sister-in-law will be going to Asuka-ji Temple to pray tomorrow; that should be a good opportunity." Yoshitsune nodded. "Excellent, Lord Kuro, we owe you a great deal this time." A hint of gratitude flashed in Nagenori's eyes. "My desire to save Koyuki is the same as Lord Nagenori's, so I will do my best. After all, I owe her so much." A faint bitterness welled up in his heart again. ======================================= The next day, as Yoshitsune had predicted, Masako went to Asuka-ji Temple early in the morning with her maid to pray for blessings. She prayed not only for the well-being of her husband and children, but more importantly, for her husband to firmly hold onto his power, ensuring that the world would forever belong to the Minamoto clan. After everything was finished, she had just stepped out of the temple gate when she saw Yoshitsune, dressed in a dark blue robe, standing at the entrance. Upon seeing Masako, he stepped forward and bowed, “Sister-in-law, I have been waiting for you for a long time.” “Kuro, what are you doing here?” Masako asked in surprise. “It’s like this, a friend wishes to meet you, sister-in-law, so he asked me to introduce you,” Yoshitsune said calmly. Masako stared into Yoshitsune's eyes, pondered for a moment, and then a slow smile appeared on her lips. "Since he's a friend of Kuro's," she said, "it's alright for me to meet him." She followed Yoshitsune to a simply decorated oxcart, a few pale chrysanthemums adorning the delicate bamboo curtain. Yoshitsune whispered something behind the curtain before walking away. A short while later, a deep, magnetic voice came from behind the curtain: "Masako, it's truly impolite of me to invite you here so abruptly." As soon as the voice finished, the curtain was gently lifted, revealing a handsome young nobleman in a pale blue robe, one hand holding the curtain, the other a fan, looking at her with a half-smile. Beneath his black hat, a few strands of jet-black hair brushed against his warm, spring-like eyes. A glimpse of his pale white brocade robe with subtle floral patterns peeked from his slightly open robe, which, far from being frivolous, added to his noble and languid air. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a gentle smile that made even the chrysanthemums adorning the curtain lose their elegance. Even with her vast experience with men, Masako was momentarily stunned by the man's dashing appearance. "I am Fujiwara no Narifusa, the Middle Counselor. My apologies," he said with an elegant smile. "I have important business to discuss with you today, Masako. Please, aboard the carriage." Fujiwara no Narifusa—Masako recognized the name. He seemed to have visited Yoritomo a few days ago, but she wasn't home then, so she hadn't been able to see him. What could it be that he had come to her today? She hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Narifumi again. His warm and gentle gaze instantly instilled trust in her, and she got into the carriage. As soon as she entered, a waft of black perfume wafted out, subtle yet perfectly balanced, instantly soothing and comforting. "Lord Middle Counselor, please speak plainly," Masako said directly. Narifumi smiled and said, "Since you are so straightforward, I will not beat around the bush. I am here to discuss with you the injured woman in the Kamakura Duke's residence." "Oh?" Masako was startled, but her face remained impassive. "I wonder what the relationship is between that woman and you, Lord Middle Counselor?" "To be honest, that woman is my beloved," Narifumi said calmly. Masako was even more surprised, but still said calmly, "Then, it seems this shouldn't be discussed with me. She will soon become the Kamakura Duke's concubine. I think you should forget about her, sir." "Without her, I have no will to live, so I will definitely rescue her," Narifumi said frankly. Masako smiled slightly and said, "My lord, aren't you afraid I'll tell Lord Kamakura? Besides, rescuing someone from our household isn't an easy task." Narifumi's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, and he whispered, "You won't tell Lord Kamakura." He paused, then continued, "I know rescuing someone isn't easy, so I need someone's help, and that person is—Masako, my lady." "What?" A flicker of surprise crossed Masako's calm face, followed by an incredulous laugh. "My lord, are you talking nonsense? How could I possibly help you deal with your own husband?" "Masako, you're not only helping me, but also yourself. She becoming Lord Kamakura's concubine—I don't think that's a pleasant thing for you, my lady. Besides, I've heard that Lord Kamakura's success today is inseparable from your help. I know you're an ambitious woman; what you want to protect is everything the Minamoto family has to offer. Leaving a vengeful Taira woman in the Minamoto family isn't what you want to see, is it?" Masako seemed touched by his words. What she wanted to protect was everything the Minamoto family held dear, and she hadn't expected that Fujiwara no Narifumi, whom she had just met, would immediately see what was most precious to her. "Yes, I do oppose keeping her alive, but there's no need to help you. I could easily kill her myself." A cold glint flashed in Masako's eyes. "Killing her is a good way." Narifumi looked at her somewhat astonished expression, smiled slightly, and continued, "She is a member of the Taira family, something she couldn't choose. Just like how the lady wanted to protect everything the Minamoto family held dear, what she wanted to protect was everything the Taira family held dear. To her, the most precious things were her mother, her brothers, her family. For these precious things, she abandoned herself, abandoned everything. I think you can understand this feeling of wanting to protect something important. If you were in her shoes, I believe you would do the same. She's already caught in this vortex of fate, and no matter the cost, I will hold her tightly and prevent her from continuing to suffer in this vortex of fate." "You must still remember her, with her bright smile. You can kill her, but it's not her fault. She did nothing wrong; fate was the only one who chose her." Cheng Fan's words struck her deeply. Her heart trembled slightly, and memories of years ago—riding horses together, shooting arrows, and sharing their daughters' secrets—flooded her mind. A warm feeling seemed to flow through her heart. Yes, for the Yuan family, she would protect them at all costs. She understood this desire to protect what was important. Just as Cheng Fan said, Xiao Xue did nothing wrong. She couldn't stay in the Yuan family, but she didn't need to pay with her life. "So, how do you want me to help you?" She was silent for a while before finally asking. Hearing this, a look of relief finally appeared on Cheng Fan's face. After Cheng Fan finished explaining the specific plan, she got out of the carriage. Before leaving, she turned back and said, "You'd better hurry, because her injury has flared up again. The pharmacist said it might be very dangerous this time." “I understand. As long as Madam can get her out of the manor, that will be fine. If the plan changes, I will have Lord Jiulang inform you.” Cheng Fan tried his best to remain calm. Watching her retreating figure, Cheng Fan felt as if a sharp awl was piercing his heart, waves of pain spreading through his limbs and bones, making it impossible for him to think. Little bird, you must hold on, you must wait for him, you must... Little bird, my world may be vast, but only you can hold it up, so... If you're not here, my whole world—will completely collapse, completely.

Dark Night Stars

[Updated: 2006-01-07 15:35:55 Word Count: 5901]

Xiaoxue's condition not only failed to improve but worsened daily. She would vomit up the medicine as soon as it entered her mouth, making it impossible to feed her any. Minamoto no Yoritomo changed pharmacists repeatedly, but to no avail. Watching Xiaoxue's life slowly ebb away, Yoritomo was filled with worry and his mind was in turmoil. Was her life truly going to end in his hands? Was he really going to pay the price of losing her for his recklessness? The price was far too high. He had already regretted and blamed himself countless times. Now, he had no other wish but for her to recover quickly. He gently held her hand; her hand was burning hot, like a branding iron. He slowly lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to her hand, caressing her palm with boundless love. If she recovered, he would treat her gently and would never torment her again. "No, don't leave me..." Xiaoxue suddenly murmured in her unconscious state. Lai Chao's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly said, "I won't leave you, Xiaoxue, I'll always be by your side." But Xiaoxue's next words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. "Don't leave me, Chengfan, I love you, I love you..." His heart felt as if it had been violently tugged, a dull ache lingering. She only had one person in her heart; she loved someone else... "It hurts..." Only when she let out another soft groan did he realize he was gripping her wrist too tightly. He quickly released her, feeling a suffocating tightness in his chest, almost unable to breathe. He abruptly stood up, moved the door open, and rushed out. Chengfan, that's the name she was calling. Was the person she loved named Chengfan? She seemed to have mentioned that name before. Chengfan? That name sounded familiar. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered someone. Wasn't the Middle Counselor who visited a few days ago named Fujiwara no Chengfan? Could his sudden visit be because...? "My lord, have you visited Xiaoxue yet?" Masako's voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around, and Masako smiled at him. Masako's attitude towards Xiaoxue had improved considerably these past few days, and she had visited her several times. It seemed that Masako hadn't forgotten their past relationship, which brought him some comfort. He nodded and said, "I just saw her, but Xiaoxue's condition hasn't improved. We've changed so many pharmacists, but it's been to no avail. I plan to send someone to invite the imperial physician from the capital." Masako smiled and said, "My lord, I think there's someone here who can definitely save Xiaoxue." "Who?" Yoritomo didn't hide his urgency. "I heard that the renowned Onmyoji Abe no Yasukiyo has recently come to Kamakura. He's not only skilled in astronomy, calendar systems, and divination, but he can also perform illusions and various other arts, and he's especially proficient in medicine. He personally treated the lord's illness." Masako said calmly. "Then hurry and invite him here!" A hint of surprise flashed across Yoritomo's face, and his tone became urgent. “My lord, please calm down.” A fleeting look of disappointment and melancholy crossed Masako’s eyes, but her smile remained unchanged. “Abe no Yasuyoshi is aloof and eccentric, with a passionate nature towards all things but indifferent to the powerful and wealthy. Anyone who wants to see him for treatment, whether royalty or commoner, must personally go to his residence; he will never come to you on his own initiative.” Masako had heard that Abe no Yasuyoshi was a strange person, but he couldn’t let go of this opportunity. He thought for a moment and said, “In that case, I will personally go to where he is currently staying and invite him over.” Masako shook her head and said, “He won’t break this…” For example, and if he disagrees after all this back and forth, wouldn't that be a waste of time? If you trust me, I'll take Xiaoxue to his residence myself and ask him to treat her immediately.” Yoritomo hesitated for a moment and said, “But Xiaoxue's health... I'm afraid she can't handle it.” “Don't worry about that. After all, it's in Kamakura Castle, not that far. Besides, waiting like this isn't a solution. The sooner we see her, the sooner we can save Xiaoxue's life.” Masako's words did make some sense, but he still had a feeling of unease. “I'll take her myself.” His tone was tinged with worry. Masako's eyes dimmed, and she said softly, "Does my lord not trust me?" "That's not what I meant..." Yoritomo had barely finished speaking when Masako immediately interrupted, "Koyuki is also a good friend of mine. Would I harm her? I'm doing this for her own good. Besides, my lord is very busy with official duties, and has already neglected many matters these past few days because of Koyuki. There are quite a few complaints among the retainers. If you take Koyuki to plead with Abe no Yasukiyo, I'm afraid it will affect your standing among the retainers. Does my lord not even trust me with something like this?" Masako's words left Yoritomo speechless. He simply nodded and said, "Then let it be as you say, madam. But just in case, bring more guards." After saying that, he glanced back at the half-open door to Koyuki's room and instructed the maid beside Masako, "The evening mist is chilly; go and close the door." Masako's face darkened, and her heart ached. When was it that he could be so considerate and attentive to her? “My lord, it’s best to hurry. I’ve already sent someone to inquire, and Abe Yasuyoshi is staying at the Fujiwara family’s residence. I’ll take Yuki there tonight.” She said as calmly as possible. Fujiwara? Since Abe Yasuyoshi is staying at the Fujiwara family’s residence, his relationship with the Fujiwara family must be good. What is his relationship with Fujiwara Narifumi? A strange thought suddenly flashed through Yoritomo’s mind. “My lord, you see…” Masako repeated when Yoritomo didn’t seem to be listening. “Alright, then tonight it is. Be careful on the road.” Yoritomo looked up at her and said calmly. “Then I’ll go prepare.” Masako smiled slightly and turned to leave. “Masako,” Yoritomo suddenly called softly from behind, “I’m entrusting Yuki to you. Thank you.” Masako swayed slightly. She didn’t turn around, but said calmly, “My lord, no need to thank me. I would do anything for you.” Watching Masako’s departing figure, Yoritomo’s heart trembled slightly. === ... The jolt of the oxcart jolted Xiaoxue awake. She opened her eyes and, seeing Zhengzi sitting beside her, was surprised. She couldn't help but ask, "Zhengzi, where...where are we going?" "Xiaoxue, you're awake?" Zhengzi smiled slightly, reaching out to feel her forehead. "You're still burning up. How are you feeling? We're going to the Onmyoji Abe no Taisei. His medical skills are superb; perhaps he can cure you." "Is that so?" Xiaoxue replied indifferently, her face showing no joy. What good would a cure do? Her life was hopeless. Even if she was cured, she would be forced to marry her enemy. It was better to never be cured at all. "Don't bother. I...I don't want to be cured at all," she said softly. "Xiaoxue..." Zhengzi looked at her thoughtfully. "Actually...those medicines...I...deliberately spat them out," Xiaoxue leaned against the cart, continuing slowly, a strange smile playing on her lips. "What?" Zhengzi exclaimed in surprise. "You did this on purpose? Why?" Xiaoxue turned her head away and whispered, "Because... I hate... him. I'd rather die than marry him!" A sudden surge of emotion made her breathing rapid, and she coughed violently a few times, aggravating her wounds. The tearing pain almost made her faint. "Xiaoxue, are you alright? Are you alright?" Zhengzi asked, somewhat panicked. "I... I'm fine," Xiaoxue struggled to say. "Xiaoxue, you're so foolish, but you'll soon be free..." Zhengzi murmured, gently stroking her hair. ------------------------ The oxcart suddenly stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?" Zhengzi muttered to herself, lifting the curtain in front of the cart. Xiaoxue glanced ahead. In the middle of the road, a masked man stood on horseback. He was dressed in black civilian clothes, holding a long sword. In the moonlight, only his long, jet-black hair could be seen flowing in the wind, drawing countless perfect arcs in the air, shimmering with a dazzling pale silver luster. His posture was as upright as a willow in spring, and from a distance, he resembled a shining star blooming brilliantly in the deep darkness. Although his face was hidden behind a black mask, the captivating noble aura he exuded made everyone present hold their breath for a moment. Who was this person? Was there such a person here? Xiaoxue couldn't help but sigh inwardly, her face full of confusion. "Who exactly are you!" After a long while, someone finally came to their senses and asked. The man did not answer, but slowly raised the sword in his hand. "Ah, it's bandits! It must be bandits!" Masako suddenly cried out in panic, and chaos erupted outside. Koyuki, slightly surprised, looked away at Masako. Why was the usually calm Masako so flustered today? "Masako, don't be afraid," she whispered comfortingly. Outside, the crisp sounds of clashing weapons mingled with occasional groans and the sound of someone collapsing. A fight must have broken out. Koyuki's suspicions deepened. Was it like last time, aimed at her? Who was determined to kill her? Thinking this, she felt a sense of calm. If she was destined to die here today, it wouldn't be a big deal. Nothing was worse than marrying Minamoto no Yoritomo, including death. Suddenly, the curtain of the oxcart was slashed open. Koyuki looked up and saw the bandit lean down lightly, reach in, grab her, and easily pull her onto his horse. "Xiaoxue has been kidnapped by bandits!" After being pulled onto her horse, Xiaoxue only heard Zhengzi's panicked cries. A quick glance revealed that the dozen or so samurai who had followed her were all lying on the ground. A chill ran down her spine; this bandit was no ordinary fighter. Who was it that sent such a powerful figure to kill her? On the galloping horse, nestled in the bandit's arms, feeling his strong embrace, she felt a strange sense of security. Who was he? A faint scent of incense wafted to her nose. It was Black Fang incense—a familiar fragrance. Her heart suddenly raced. Could it be… could it be… She reached out a trembling hand in disbelief, turned her head, and ripped off the bandit's mask. The moment she saw that familiar face, her heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat. "Sungbeom… it really is you…" Tears welled up quickly, her throat choked with emotion. The sudden joy left her speechless. "Little bird, I told you I would come to save you." Cheng Fan's gentle, languid voice whispered in her ear. "You, you really came to save me..." Xiao Xue cried with joy, tears drifting onto Cheng Fan's face and lips. Cheng Fan unconsciously licked his lips; the little bird's tears were salty, so salty, the saltiness seeping into his heart, a faint ache rising within him. "I will never let you cry again..." he whispered his promise. "I'm so happy, really, so happy you came to save me, Cheng Fan, I'm so happy," Xiao Xue murmured incoherently. On the galloping horse, in Cheng Fan's arms, Xiao Xue's tears of joy flowed endlessly, scattering with the chilly autumn wind into the darkness of the night. ------------------------------ After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Fan reined in his horse and stopped in front of a mansion, gently lifting Xiao Xue off the horse. "Cheng Fan, where is this?" Xiao Xue asked疑惑地问道 from his arms. "This is the Fujiwara family's residence in Kamakura. You need immediate medical attention. Abe no Yasuyoshi is here; I'll take you there to see him." Nagenori looked at her gently. "Abe no Yasuyoshi?" "Yes, Abe no Yasuyoshi is a childhood friend, though few people know that." A smile played on his lips as he carried her into the residence. "But, Minamoto no Yoritomo..." A hint of worry flashed across Xiaoxue's face. "Minamoto no Yoritomo will only know that you were kidnapped by bandits; he'll never guess it's me, Fujiwara no Nagenori. So, this should be safe for now." Nagenori's smile was somewhat strange. This elegant and dashing young man had actually become a bandit; this matter absolutely could not be revealed, or his lifelong reputation would be ruined. Xiaoxue was thinking the same thing and couldn't help but chuckle. "Little bird, you smiled!" Cheng Fan exclaimed with delight. "If this can make you smile again, then I might as well become a bandit." "Silly girl." Xiao Xue smiled again, a sweet feeling welling up inside her. "But..." Xiao Xue suddenly seemed to remember something, and her smile dimmed again: "If I leave like this, Brother Chong Heng..." "Don't worry, Jiu Lang won't kill Chong Heng. He will choose a condemned prisoner to replace Chong Heng and behead him. I will also arrange everything and secretly send someone to send Chong Heng to Heifu Temple." Cheng Fan comforted her. "Really?" Xiao Xue grabbed Cheng Fan's clothes with ecstatic joy. That's great, Brother Chong Heng won't die, that's great, that's really great. What Yoshitsune said last time was indeed true. "However..." She wanted to say something more, "Alright, don't talk anymore, your injuries are still very serious." Cheng Fan interrupted her at the right time and carried her into a room. "Tae-cheong, quickly check on Xiao-xue!" Cheng-fan gently placed her on the soft quilt and urgently urged a young man in the room. "It's rare to see Lord Cheng-fan so worried about a woman," the man said unhurriedly, slowly walking over. Xiao-xue curiously sized up the young man called Tai-cheong. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a white hunting robe and wearing a black hat. His features were clear and refined, his demeanor gentle and composed. Especially his eyes, which were like crystals soaked in a clear spring, were completely untouched by worldly concerns. He was as serene as if he had stepped out of an ink painting. He lowered his head and placed his hand on her wrist. After a moment, a relieved expression flashed across his face. "How is she? How is she?" Cheng-fan's tone became increasingly urgent. "As I see it..." Taiqing paused, gently shaking his head. Chengfan's face turned pale instantly. "It should be fine." Taiqing paused for several seconds before slowly uttering the second half of his sentence. "Can't you just finish what you're saying?" A hint of helplessness flashed in Chengfan's eyes. Abe Taiqing's slow pace sometimes drove even this elegant man to his breaking point. "Aren't Onmyoji exorcists? Can they also heal illnesses?" Xiaoxue asked, puzzled. Taiqing glanced at her indifferently and said, "Illness, isn't it also a kind of demon?" "However..." He turned to look at Chengfan, "Her wounds can't be reopened, and we can't move her now. She can only rest here for the time being." He stood up and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" Chengfan couldn't help but ask. "I'm going out to prepare some things," he said unhurriedly, turning to leave. "We need to clear her cold symptoms first, otherwise..." He paused, Cheng Fan's lips twitching slightly. Suppressing the urge to punch him, he said, "Otherwise what?" "Otherwise, nothing much," he said slowly, before walking out. Cheng Fan's face was practically contorting... "He's a very interesting person," Xiao Xue smiled faintly. "Interesting? He's the most boring person I've ever met." Cheng Fan shook his head, sat down beside her, his eyes gentle, and softly took her hand, saying softly, "This time, I'll hold you tight and never let go again." "Mmm..." She gripped his hand in return, their fingers intertwined. A long-lost warm and soft feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart. It was a very peculiar feeling, but she knew it was called—happiness. "I like you, I like you so much," she whispered. Finally, finally, she could say those words to him in person... Narufumi was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up with joy. "Little bird, this is the first time you've said that to me." His eyes and lips radiated undisguised happiness. At this moment, Fujiwara Narufumi, who had seen it all, looked more like a naive young man experiencing his first love, openly expressing his overflowing joy. The two gazed at each other, and even the air around them seemed to soften. "Squeak—" The door suddenly slid open, and Abe Yasuyoshi appeared in the doorway. A faint hint of worry flashed in his eyes as he softly said, "Narfumi, someone's here." "Who is it?" Narufumi still held Koyuki's hand, not letting go. "It's me." A deep male voice came from behind Abe Taikiyoshi. This familiar voice pierced Xiaoxue and Chengfan's hearts like a sharp blade. Xiaoxue looked up at Chengfan in alarm. Chengfan's expression remained unchanged, but he gripped Xiaoxue's hand even tighter. It was him, it was him. He still wouldn't let her go...

Text The Love of Empty Cicada

[Updated: 2006-01-07 15:43:46 Word Count: 5325]

Emerging from behind Taisei was Minamoto no Yoritomo, followed by a large entourage. Judging from the commotion outside the mansion, there were likely even more troops outside, and the place was now surrounded. He waved to the people behind him, then stepped inside. His gaze swept across the room, and he saw Cheng Fan tightly holding Xiao Xue's hand. His face darkened, and he said coldly, "Lord Chunagon, you are indeed here. You took her away without a word; shouldn't you explain?" Cheng Fan smiled faintly, gazing at Xiao Xue, and said, "Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to hide. Yes, I took her away because I cannot live without her. I came to Kamakura entirely for her." Yoritomo snorted coldly, saying, "I didn't expect the Chunagon to resort to impersonating a bandit. If word gets out, I wonder how many people will laugh at you." Cheng Fan turned his head, looking directly at Yoritomo, and said, "Public opinion and ridicule are nothing but empty words. Why would I care about such things? If the Lord of Kamakura likes it, he can use it as a pastime." "I don't want to say more. I must take her away," Yoritomo said coldly. "Then I'm truly sorry, but I must leave her behind," Cheng Fan said, his elegant smile still lingering. "Stay? Can you even keep me here?" Yorimitsu raised the corners of his mouth, glancing back casually. "That's right, Kamakura-sama has the upper hand today, and I don't have an absolute chance of winning. However," he gazed tenderly at Yuki, "I will do my best to protect the most important person to me." "Seihan, I don't want to lose you." Yuki's heart trembled slightly. She couldn't lose anyone more important to her; she couldn't let Seihan die for her. "Minamoto no Yorimitsu, I'll go back with you." She suddenly broke free from Seihan's hand and said to Yorimitsu, "But you can't hurt Seihan, absolutely not." "Fool," Seihan smiled and gently sealed her lips with his long fingers. "Don't talk nonsense. I said it before, now it's my turn to protect you, understand?" His smile faded, and he said softly, "It was you who taught me what heartbreak feels like." "Seihan, I..." Yuki felt a pang of sadness, but couldn't speak. The Seihan of the past was carefree and easygoing; how could he know the taste of heartbreak? “However, compared to the emptiness of having nothing before, I would rather endure the tearing pain.” Narifumi seemed to see through her thoughts, smiling gently, and said, “Because this is what it feels like to love someone to the extreme, isn’t it?” “Alright, Lord Middle Counselor, whether you agree or not, I must take her away today.” Yoritomo, seeing their intimate display, felt waves of bitterness and anger welling up inside him. “By the way, Lord Kamakura, I want to remind you, if she is moved violently again and her wounds reopen, then I'm afraid even Abe no Yasukiyoshi will be unable to save her.” Narifumi said calmly. Yoritomo's heart tightened. He turned to look at the young man in white who had remained silent by the door and asked, "Are you Abe no Yasukiyo?" Abe no Yasukiyo nodded and said slowly, "That's right. Her condition is extremely dangerous, very serious." "Lord Kamakura, you've tortured her to the point of near death. You won't be satisfied until you've tormented her to death, will you?" Narifumi's deep eyes were fixed on him, a sharp glint flashing in them. "There's no hope of recovery." Hearing this phrase, Yoritomo felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, but how could he bear to let go now? "Then, Lord Middle Counselor, don't blame me for being impolite." A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Chengfan slowly released Xiaoxue's hand, smiled gently at her, stood up, and lightly drew the long sword from his waist. "Then, Lord Kamakura, let's see if you can take her back from me." "Chengfan..." Xiaoxue suddenly called his name softly. Chengfan smiled faintly, "Don't stop me." Xiaoxue shook her head, and a radiant smile slowly bloomed on her face. She whispered, "Thank you. I'm so happy, so happy that you've protected me like this. If anything happens to you, I will never live alone. Even if I go to hell, I will go with you." Chengfan's expression froze, a fleeting, inscrutable look crossing his face. Then he laughed quickly again, saying, "Little bird, keep smiling like that. I love your smile the most." Xiaoxue's pure smile momentarily stunned Lai Chao. It was such a nostalgic smile; Xiaoxue, smiling like that, seemed to have disappeared for a very long time. Today, she finally smiled again, but that smile was only for one person. Thinking of this, a fire ignited within him. His face turned ashen, and he drew his sword, coldly saying, "I don't want to be seen as having the upper hand. How about we have a little exchange first?" "Excellent," Cheng Fan responded. The two men faced each other, a murderous aura gradually growing and spreading between them, the air itself seeming to freeze. "Oh..." Suddenly, someone spoke up tactlessly, breaking the tense atmosphere. "If you two want to fight, please go outside. It might hurt innocent people here." Xiaoxue glared at the composed Abe Taikiyoshi. What kind of person was he? He claimed to be Cheng Fan's good friend, yet instead of helping, he said such things. The two men glanced at Xiaoxue simultaneously and immediately stepped out of the room. "Abe Taisei, do you even have a friend like you?" Xiaoxue rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. Abe Taisei looked thoughtfully outside the room and said softly, "Don't worry, someone will come to stop this soon." "What? Who?" Xiaoxue, ignoring her pain, sat up abruptly. "It's a secret." Abe Taisei shook his head mysteriously. What nonsense! Xiaoxue glared at him impatiently, struggled to her feet, walked to the door, leaned against the wall, and watched the two people in the courtyard. The autumn leaves were scattered by the wind, filling the courtyard with a thick layer of fallen red leaves, as magnificent as a newly woven brocade. Amidst the dancing red leaves, the man in purple stood with a sword in hand, his cold eyes like the first snow of winter on Mount Yoshino, standing proudly, like a plum blossom growing in the water, unattainable, only its subtle fragrance wafting through the air. The young man in black wore a smile, his elegant smile as beautiful and chilling as red leaves in the morning rain. His black robes fluttered in the wind, as graceful and ethereal as the moonlight over Sagano, only the blade in his hand gleaming with a sinister coldness. In this scene, the two men, each with their own unique and unparalleled charm, made everyone present hold their breath, silently anticipating their duel. "Stop!" A sudden shout caused a slight commotion in the quiet courtyard. A woman swiftly pushed aside the Minamoto clan's samurai and walked directly between Minamoto no Yoritomo and Fujiwara no Narifusa, fixing her gaze firmly on Yoritomo. "Masako, what brings you here?" Yoritomo asked, slightly surprised. "My lord, please let go," Masako pleaded. Yoritomo's expression changed slightly. He said, "You were also frightened just now. Why didn't you stay in the manor?" Masako didn't answer, but glanced around and shouted, "All of you, get out!" The samurai looked at Yoritomo, and seeing that he didn't object, they all withdrew from the courtyard. "My lord, I came to ask you to stop. How long are you going to be so stubborn?" Masako's words made Yoritomo's face even more unpleasant. He said coldly, "Masako, are you confused?" "My lord, now that things have come to this, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. Actually, this robbery incident was planned by me and the Middle Counselor." Masako still stared intently into his eyes. "What?" Lai Chao exclaimed in shock. "It's you, Masako! Have you gone mad?" "I'm not mad, sir. You're the one who's mad. Why are you so fixated on something that doesn't belong to you? Do you know, Koyuki deliberately vomited out the medicine. She wanted to die. Even if you take her back this time, she'll still die. Once a person dies, everything is meaningless. In the end, you'll gain nothing. Isn't that right? Do you really want to see this outcome?" Masako rattled off a string of words. Lai Chao's heart tightened. He looked at Koyuki, who was leaning against the door watching them. "Is it true? You deliberately vomited out the medicine?" A flicker of pain crossed his eyes. She would rather die than be by his side. "That's right." Koyuki nodded, whispering, "If you insist I go back, then what I'll return is a corpse." Lai Chao remained silent, gripping his knife tightly. "Lord Kamakura, if you truly love her, please let her go. She doesn't belong to you, nor to me; she belongs only to herself. What she needs is freedom." A rare look of solemnity crossed Narifumi's face. Yoritomo was struggling internally. He didn't want her to die, but letting go was easier said than done. What should he do? "My lord, do you remember? I insisted that my father take you as his son-in-law. Although you were merely an exiled criminal then, I knew you were no ordinary person. Your ambition and talent were so captivating. My judgment was correct. You've come this far step by step, enduring countless failures and hardships, finally reaching this point, with the power of the world within your grasp. But now, you've lost your composure for a woman. Have you forgotten your initial ambition? Isn't there something more important to you than love? Everything about the Yuan family, its glory, its future, is in your hands. You can't bear to kill Xiaoxue, fine, but I will never allow anyone who hates you to remain in the Yuan family. I will not tolerate any possibility of harming you or threatening the Yuan family, not even the slightest possibility. I want our Yuan family's foundation to last for millennia, unbreakable." Masako's heartfelt words moved Yoritomo deeply. Yes, Masako was right; he had almost forgotten something even more important—the world. Wasn't this what he started the rebellion for? Xiaoxue's appearance had thrown him into turmoil, almost causing him to lose control. Now, Zhengzi's words had finally awakened him. What could be more important than the eternal legacy of the Minamoto family? Lai Chao glanced at Xiaoxue; her gaze lingered tenderly on Cheng Fan. That tenderness suddenly stirred his heart. A scene from many years ago, at the foot of the cliff, flashed through his mind: Xiaoxue gently bandaging his wounds. Back then, Xiaoxue was so lovely, so innocent. Wasn't it that gentleness and purity that moved him? But now, all she felt for him was hatred. She was no longer the girl he remembered. Perhaps, perhaps what he couldn't forget was the Xiaoxue who lived on in his memory. "Remember, from now on, I am your savior!" He seemed to hear the girl's playful voice echoing in his ears. A warmth welled up in his heart, mixed with a faint pain. He asked himself again and again, could he really bear to see her die? Really—could he bear it? Let go, perhaps it's time to let go. At least by letting go, she can still live. To him, she might be like an autumn cicada, vivid from afar, vanishing upon closer inspection, leaving only a faint, fragile, and barely visible shell. Regardless, he wanted her to live. He turned as if making a decision, looking at Chengfan, and suddenly said, "Five years." Seeing a hint of doubt in Chengfan's eyes, he continued, "Please, Lord Chunagon, stay in Kamakura for five years to assist me in drafting all the laws of the Kamakura Shogunate, offering advice and strategies. If you agree, I will grant her her freedom." "It's a deal," Chengfan agreed without hesitation. “It’s a deal.” Yoritomo nodded slightly, helped Masako up, and said softly, “Let’s go back.” Masako couldn’t hide the joy on her face, a faint tear glistening in the corner of her eye. She reached out and took his hand, saying softly, “My lord, let’s go back together.” “Minamoto no Yoritomo.” Koyuki suddenly called out to him. He trembled but didn’t turn around. “Actually—the most precious thing has always been by your side, you just haven’t noticed.” Koyuki’s voice was unexpectedly gentle. Yoritomo didn’t speak. Masako turned around, smiled slightly at Koyuki, tightened her grip on Yoritomo’s hand, and walked out. Watching their backs disappear into the distance, Koyuki had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly she felt light as someone lifted her up. “A patient should lie down obediently.” Cheng Fan’s arms encircled her firmly, carrying her into the room and gently setting her down. "Sungfan, I'm sorry. I traded your freedom for mine. I'm so sorry." Xiaoxue's trembling hands gripped his collar. Nothing in this world could stop Chengfan's yearning for freedom. Accustomed to a life of unbridled imagination, Chengfan's heart should have been free of all attachments, but now he was about to lose his freedom, trapped in Kamakura doing things he didn't like. Five years... it felt so long. "Losing everything doesn't matter, because..." A satisfied smile curved his lips, "I've grasped the most important person in my life." He gently pulled her into his arms, whispering tenderly in her ear, "My Kaguya-hime, I won't let you go back to the moon. I want you to stay by my side forever. Forever and ever." "Sungfan..." She also reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. "As for freedom, as long as the flower of freedom blooms in my heart, it will never wither." Chengfan gently pressed his chest, smiling faintly. "Will you regret giving up the whole forest for just one tree like me?" Xiaoxue whispered. Chengfan's smile deepened. He gently lifted Xiaoxue's face and whispered, "I regret it." Seeing Xiaoxue's expression change, he couldn't help but laugh again, "I regret not giving up that forest sooner. But you can't blame me, you're such an insignificant tree, hehe." "Fujiwara Chengfan..." Xiaoxue glared at him. If it weren't for her injured hand, she would have punched him long ago. "Little bird, why don't we get married?" Chengfan suddenly said slowly. Although he was still smiling elegantly, a blush suddenly appeared on his face. "Get married?" Xiaoxue was a little surprised, but a sweet feeling welled up in her heart. "Remember? I was the one who proposed marriage before. I never thought that after all the twists and turns, you would finally come back to my side. We really are destined, aren't we?" Chengfan smiled and looked at her. So many years had passed, so many things had happened, but the red thread between her and Chengfan seemed to have never been broken. Could this really be fate? "Little bird," Cheng Fan murmured, his eyes glazing over. He slowly lowered his head, searching for her lips. Just as he was about to touch them, Abe Taisei's voice rudely broke the ambiguous atmosphere. "Alright, you two should hurry up and get married. I'll definitely give you lots of talismans as a wedding gift, guaranteed to protect you from all ghosts." Xiao Xue and Cheng Fan were startled by the sudden voice and abruptly separated. "Abe Taisei, how long have you been here! When did you barge in!" Cheng Fan's smile froze on his face, his face turning pale. "I've been here the whole time. It seems like you two barged in." Taisei replied calmly. "Ah." Xiao Xue blushed. Oh my god, how embarrassing! He had heard all those sweet nothings... "Abe Taisei..." Cheng Fan gritted his teeth. "Oh, I'll go prepare the medicine for Xiao Xue. You two continue, continue." Abe Taisei clearly sensed the turbulent energy around them. Cheng Fan glared at Tai Qing as she left, then slammed the door shut. When he sat back down next to Xiao Xue, his expression softened, and he looked at her with a half-smile. "Your gaze is so strange," Xiao Xue said, sensing danger and shifting slightly closer. "Is that so? Then let's continue." He moved closer with ill intent. "Continue what?" "Continue what we were doing, of course." "Ah, but..." "Don't talk." "Mmm..." "..."