“If I die, you will never think of leaving me again, and you will never be able to leave me.” Mu Yunhe stubbornly refused to look at her. At this moment, he was just like the Mu Yunhe of the past, so vulnerable and so awkward.
"I'll never want to leave you again. I've been thinking about how to tell you this, but I never had the right opportunity. I didn't expect Prince Mu to come back so quickly. By the time I wanted to tell you, it was too late. I don't want to add another wound to your heart. I know it will hurt you to know this. I can't bear to see you hurt. Even though I really wanted to leave when I asked Prince Mu for that promise, after falling in love with you, I never thought about being apart from you. When I told you about forever and ever, I wasn't just saying it for fun. I said it, and that's it."
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395 Furious! Snitch! (Bonus chapter for 63,000 votes)
Updated: 2013-10-19 21:17:46 Word Count: 4518
There was no nervous, tearful explanation or pleading for his forgiveness. Luo Zhiheng simply held him and calmly recounted her emotional journey. Did Prince Mu think he, as a bargaining chip, could throw her into disarray? He was wrong. Would someone from a bandit's den dare to rob someone without composure and wisdom?
What Prince Mu did wrong even more was that he didn't understand his son. Mu Yunhe was not someone who would be led by the nose. Furthermore, Mu Yunhe's love wasn't as superficial as Prince Mu's. He would certainly be angry, but he would also listen to her explanations, just like now.
"You're lying!" Hearing her words, Mu Yunhe's tense body visibly relaxed a little, but he still stubbornly retorted angrily, "Then why didn't you tell me when you had so many opportunities before? Why didn't you tell me when I confessed my feelings to you? Did you really want to wait for him to come back so you could gracefully leave me? Or did you really agree with that Xia Beisong to wait for him to come back and take you away?"
Luo Zhiheng sighed and hugged him even tighter. His refusal to pull away calmed her considerably. "I can barely remember what Xia Beisong looked like now, Yunhe. That's all in the past. I can't deny that when I first arrived at the Mu Prince's Mansion, I was truly lost and terrified. I was completely unfamiliar with this place. You know I didn't marry here of my own volition; there are many complicated and unclear things that happened in between. Under those circumstances, and with you being so wary and suspicious of me, how could I possibly want to stay here?"
"Also, you saw how arrogant Consort Li was back then. How tiring it was to live in the Mu Prince's mansion! We had to scheme and fight every day. I felt like I was about to die there. If I didn't work hard to defend myself and fight, I could have died at the hands of those women at any time. I'm not afraid of them, but I'm really tired. Living like that, with my nerves constantly on edge, every day felt like torture. It was so exhausting. I really wanted to leave."
Sensing Mu Yunhe's emotional fluctuations and his tighter embrace, Luo Zhiheng quickly said, "But back then we didn't have any feelings for each other. We disliked each other, so of course I wanted to find a way to leave as soon as possible. Can you understand how I felt back then? I'm afraid that even if I had left you then, you wouldn't have been too heartbroken, at most just angry. Don't overthink it. Think about it carefully, isn't that right? Why would you feel so much heartbreak and care for a woman you don't love, or even a woman you hate?"
What Luo Zhiheng said was actually quite sincere; it was a fact. Although she did what she did back then, it wasn't a wrong decision at the time. It's just that time has passed, and she never expected that she would fall in love with Mu Yunhe, and even willingly stay by his side.
Mu Yunhe slowly raised his head and met her gaze. Luo Zhiheng saw the expression on his face, which was one of panic and uncertainty. His eyes were red, and he had a rare childlike quality in them. The mist in his eyes made him look less fierce and more gentle and vulnerable.
It was Mu Yunhe, whom she knew.
Luo Zhiheng tiptoed and kissed his eyes; they were moist. He was crying, crying so silently. She thought, this matter had truly frightened him. Luo Zhiheng was vengeful, protective of her own, and extremely vindictive. Prince Mu had stabbed them in the heart of their peaceful and warm love, hurting Mu Yunhe and making her unhappy. This debt had to be settled!
Mu Yunhe's gaze almost dared not penetrate Luo Zhiheng's eyes, for there lay a self-doubt and unease unfamiliar to Luo Zhiheng, something that shouldn't belong to Mu Yunhe. Yet, at this moment, Mu Yunhe's eyelids were half-lowered, his eyes filled with deep insecurity. He tightened his grip on her arm slightly, and asked in a soft, humble voice, "Aheng, tell me the truth, when you wanted to leave me back then, was it because... was it because you disliked me?"
Luo Zhiheng was stunned, and said in shock, "What are you saying? How could I despise you!"
Disdain? Mu Yunhe actually thought that? So the source of his anger, the source of his insecurity, was because he thought she...disdained him?!
Luo Zhiheng suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She knew that Mu Yunhe was actually insecure, even in front of her. He could genuinely be indifferent to others, but not to her. He cared so much about her, and now that he knew about this, the blow to him must be immense.
But Prince Mu actually said it at this moment. Mu Yunhe had almost gone mad just now, and now he was even more insecure, even doubting her past motives. She wanted to leave, but only for freedom; she absolutely did not mean to despise him.
"But back then, I was truly pathetic. It's understandable that you wanted to leave. I was just being presumptuous. What's laughable is that I was actually thinking that even if I died, I would make sure your position wouldn't be shaken. Now it seems I was just being delusional." Mu Yunhe said self-deprecatingly, not looking at Luo Zhiheng, his voice very desolate.
Luo Zhiheng bit her lip, hating that bastard Prince Mu to the core! But her face was gentle and anxious: "Yunhe, I've never looked down on you. You've been in my heart for a long time. I wanted to protect you. At first, it was because of that promise, but later, without realizing it, I just wanted to protect you, to make you happy, and not to let anyone hurt or bully you. Can't you feel my sincerity? Just because of a few words from Prince Mu, you doubt me?"
Mu Yunhe slowly raised his head, his expression still somewhat bewildered, uncertain, and forlorn as he murmured, "Really? Ah Heng, now that he's back, do you... still want to keep that promise with him? Do you still want to... leave me?"
"No! To hell with that promise! I won't leave you, you believe me," Luo Zhiheng quickly replied.
"Then show me those two receipts." Mu Yunhe still seemed unconvinced.
Luo Zhiheng quickly unbuckled her belt and reached in to take the purse, but as soon as she opened her belt, Mu Yunhe's hand followed, almost forcefully touching her waist, and with a tug, he pulled the small purse away.
She pursed her thin lips, opened the purse, and inside were indeed two pieces of paper and a key.
Mu Yunhe glanced at her, then pulled out the two pieces of paper and unfolded them one by one. They were the agreement and the dowry document.
Hearing, thinking, and actually seeing are quite different. These two items are a reminder to Mu Yunhe that the woman he deeply loved once so desperately and resolutely wanted to leave him!
She wanted to leave him! There was no way to explain it.
Although Luo Zhiheng's words weren't without merit, although he believed she truly loved him, and although he knew it was all in the past and shouldn't be taken seriously now, the fact remained that it had actually happened. Thinking of this, Mu Yunhe felt an unbearable urge to destroy everything!
Those two pieces of paper turned to ashes in Mu Yunhe's hands, right before Luo Zhiheng's shocked and horrified eyes!
No one knows how he did it, but the two pieces of paper first caught fire and then turned to ash. Mu Yunhe threw away all the ashes, then pulled her over, hugged her waist tightly, pinched her delicate chin, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it, the evidence is gone, and you don't have any written agreement with that old man anymore. Don't even think about leaving me again, you don't even have a chance."
His sudden fierce demeanor, his words, expression, and gaze were utterly terrifying. The incredibly vulnerable man from just moments ago seemed completely different. This sudden change in attitude made Luo Zhiheng feel as if she had been deceived by his 'clean and innocent' appearance. But this feeling wasn't bad; his care was never based on sweet words.
His kiss landed as expected, without blaming her or complaining to her. The fierce kiss went from savage to frenzied and then to tender. He had no patience left; he just wanted to feel her presence. At this moment, his fear outweighed everything else, and the pain surged. Although her explanation could soothe some of the pain, it could not erase his fear.
He didn't know when they got into bed, but he just held her tightly, kissing her cheeks and lips repeatedly, saying, "You're all I have left. You can't leave me, never!"
Luo Zhiheng knew what he was afraid of, and kept responding to him, telling him that she would never leave him, that it was all in the past, and that everything was over.
The person outside listened anxiously to the commotion inside, nearly rushing in several times, but the nanny held back. Now that things had quieted down, she knew her young master had calmed the agitated prince. Even at her age, the nanny couldn't help but wipe a bead of sweat from her brow—it was terrifying! The little prince had been so frightening. 17690100
But the young master is also amazing; he managed to tame the young prince so quickly.
He left Xiao Xizi and Xiao Yongzi to guard the place, and asked Qi Wan to go to the kitchen to prepare some food for the two little darlings inside. He then went to the Prince's courtyard, as there were some things he needed to report.
In the King's courtyard, the King was teasing the Poison Saint with a wicked grin. The Poison Saint was clearly impatient, almost driven crazy by this woman.
Poison Saint swatted away the World King's constantly harassing hands like swatting flies, but to little avail. His frail body continued to be attacked by the World King, that lecherous woman, who took advantage of him in every way.
"Are you ever going to stop?" The Poison Saint's face suddenly flushed red, and he roared in exasperation, because the World King's hand had actually reached into his underpants and was wantonly stroking his manhood...
That's so lewd! Doesn't this woman have any shame? Thinking about those things in broad daylight...
"Not over yet. Stop yelling. Act like a princess. Didn't I let you have enough yesterday? It's already... hard." The king grinned wickedly, indeed not acting like a woman at all. His hands were making wicked movements, and his words were extremely flirtatious.
She loved seeing Lou Yun's shy yet flustered state. She wasn't in a hurry to appease him; she wanted to have her fun first, take advantage of him, and then worry about the consequences. So her hands became more forceful, and as Lou Yun's breathing grew heavier, the Prince smiled broadly: "You're enjoying this too, aren't you? Are you looking forward to me doing this to you? Hmm? Darling?"
The more the King spoke, the more lewd he became, and Lou Yun grew increasingly weak. He was poisoned; no man had ever been with this woman before. His pride was shattered once again, and the Poison Saint felt a surge of grief and rage, wanting to die. He gritted his teeth to suppress a groan, his face turning red from holding it in.
Just as the Prince was engrossed in his play, a messenger announced that the wet nurse had arrived. The Prince paused, her expression turning sour. She glanced at Lou Yun, who was mortified and furious. Lou Yun was currently in a precarious state; if she didn't get it out, the little guy would throw a tantrum and might not even want her to touch him that night. But getting it out wouldn't be easy, and the wet nurse's arrival at this time suggested that something had happened to Heng'er.
The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and the King had already taken his hand out. While gently tidying Lou Yun's clothes, he said with a teasing smile, "Be a good girl and wait for me to come back to bed. I'll take good care of you later."
"Who wants your pain!" Lou Yun glared, his handsome face flushed, his eyes shimmering, and a clear hint of embarrassment and confusion on his face. Normally, she wouldn't let go of him unless she got her way, so what was wrong with her today? 10.
"Don't be resentful, it'll only be a moment, I'll be back soon to feed you." The King of the World took the Poison Saint's blushing face as shyness, patted Lou Yun's butt a few times, which made Lou Yun jump out and awkwardly rush back to the back room.
As the princess wiped her hands, she let the servants in, not even glancing at the wet nurse, and asked casually, "But what's wrong with Heng'er?"
The wet nurse respectfully replied, "Indeed. Prince Mu just arrived..." She recounted the events without embellishment, concluding, "Logically, as the young master's father-in-law, he has the right and the qualification to educate and discipline her. But if the young master were an ordinary person, it wouldn't matter. Leaving aside the relationship with the Silver Moon Kingdom, the young master is a descendant of the God of War, a bloodline revered and loved by all under heaven. She cannot be treated like an ordinary person. However, Prince Mu has repeatedly acted arrogantly in front of the young master, hurling countless insults, curses, and insults. This servant cannot bear to see the young master continue to suffer such injustice. I beg Your Majesty to uphold justice for the young master."
The wet nurse was also fiercely protective of her own; she had truly been fed up with the situation these past few days. The Mu family just needed to be taught a lesson.
The Queen appeared unmoved, but her eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth were cold: "Do you look down on my Heng'er? Discipline him? My eldest grandson of the Silver Moon Kingdom, do I need a mere mortal to discipline me? You even dare to sow discord between the young couple, do you think I'm dead?"
"Not only did he sow discord, but he succeeded. Just now, the young prince actually... got violent towards the young master. However, the young prince was furious, but he has been calmed down by the young master now." The wet nurse didn't mind putting a bad word on Mu Yunhe, but her main goal was to get rid of Prince Mu. She had raised the child herself, and she wouldn't even dare to scold him. Why should Prince Mu be allowed to curse him so easily?
"Hmph! He took it upon himself to block the news of Heng'er's lineage as a descendant of the God of War, preventing it from reaching the people. The common people still don't know. How long does he think he can keep up this self-deception? He wants to control Heng'er before this happens. He doesn't even know who he is! Fine, it's been a long time since we've had anything fun. I'll play with him." The King said casually.
The wet nurse laughed; Prince Mu was in deep trouble.
396. A towering blaze reveals her allure, a sharp blade flashes on the ground showcasing her youthful beauty!
Updated: 2013-10-20 18:40:01 Word Count: 7763
Knowing she would be very busy lately, the Queen had to support her little niece. So tonight, she tormented the Poison Saint relentlessly until late into the night before finally releasing the nearly exhausted Poison Saint.
The women in the Kingdom of Women possess this ability: to excite and thrill men, even if they're exhausted and rolling their eyes back, their fighting spirit remains undiminished. Especially when they are the queens among women.
Looking at the Poison Saint who had already fallen into a deep sleep, the King of the World was full of affection. Although she was quite tired, she was very happy. She hadn't slept all night but was still very energetic. She ordered people to arrange a bath and then gave orders: "Have someone keep an eye on where Prince Mu is staying. Make sure he is well taken care of by me."
Those below immediately sprang into action. Their master was about to play a trick on them; this was no small matter. The Mu Dynasty was bound to make a momentous move.
After bathing, the King changed into men's clothing, as dashing and handsome as ever. He turned around and kissed the Poison Saint before gracefully departing.
Prince Mu was currently standing quietly in the courtyard, at the mourning hall he had previously arranged for Li Fangfei. But now, everything in this place felt jarringly unsettling. How many things were still unknown to him? How many things were he being kept in the dark? When Luo Zhiheng called Mu Yunjin brainless, selfish, and inhuman, she had initially thought Luo Zhiheng was the selfish one.
But now that I think about it, wasn't he the truly selfish one? His actions today clearly hurt Mu Yunhe, but he had no choice. In their many encounters, Mu Yunhe was practically impervious to reason, and he desperately wanted the princess's body back. He thought that by pressuring Luo Zhiheng, she would become afraid and tell him where the princess was.
This way, he would save face and teach Mu Yunhe a lesson. His plan was extremely shrewd, but little did he know that Luo Zhiheng was a tough nut to crack, preferring death to submission. He had no choice but to act, otherwise he would lose face himself.
It's really...unacceptable.
However, Luo Zhiheng's refusal to speak or compromise, even in death, had aspects that Prince Mu admired. He could harm his own son, but others could not.
Prince Mu was heartbroken. He clutched the letters his wife had left him in his arms, rubbing them between his hands. His eyes were turbulent. Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his hand, and a gust of wind surged out, instantly shattering the entire mourning hall into pieces, leaving it in ruins.
"Master." The subordinate knelt down outside the door, trembling with fear.
"Investigate! You must find the people I sent to monitor the Princess Consort back then. They must be suspicious. Investigate whether they have any connection or contact with... Li Fangfei. Also, keep a close eye on Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng. I don't believe they can hide from you. How could they have secretly smuggled the Princess Consort out of the country without being found out? You must do these two things well. Find out the Princess Consort's purpose as quickly as possible. There must be no mistakes, or you will pay with your heads!" Prince Mu said coldly.
"Yes, sir!" The man immediately slipped away.
Prince Mu then said, "Shadow Two, come here."
A figure appeared behind Prince Mu, cupping his fists and saying, "Master."
"You're in charge of the one in the death row. I need to know who instigated him to come to Prince Mu in the first place. Remember, I want the absolute, undeniable truth. Li Fangfei doesn't have that kind of brain. She can't think of such a clever and risky tactic, and she can't afford the risk. I have a feeling there's some kind of ulterior motive involved."
After a pause, the prince's voice sounded more desolate and forlorn as he murmured, "That child is the last bloodline she left behind; nothing can happen to him. I have wronged her too much; I must do something, or I will have no face to see her again."
"Master, what did you say?" Shadow Two did not hear Prince Mu's murmur clearly.
The forlorn look on Prince Mu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, ruthless expression. He said, "Remember, don't let that imposter die, but make him suffer a fate worse than death! We must find out who's behind him."
"Your subordinate obeys!" Shadow Two received the order and left. 14.
Prince Mu stood alone in the room, silent for a long time, touching the letters clutched to his chest. Only he knew his bitterness, only he knew his sorrow. He deeply loved a woman, but only realized this after her death. He hadn't even had a chance to say "I love you." Now, he couldn't see her at all; this torment was worse than death.
He went berserk, relentlessly attacking Mu Yunhe regardless of his feelings, but now, having come to his senses and calmed down, he was covered in cold sweat and felt a wave of despair.
Their only son must hate him to the core. His actions will only make Mu Yunhe never forgive him. He's pushing his own flesh and blood further and further away, but he also has his own helplessness. When will this struggle between father and son finally end? If the Queen in heaven could see this scene, she would probably hate him too.
Prince Mu was filled with anxiety and unease, which manifested on his face. He felt a deep sense of loneliness and isolation, as if his entire being had become empty. All his heroic spirit and grand ambitions amounted to nothing in the face of losing his wife and son.
It was very quiet in the secluded place, as there weren't many people living in the villa to begin with. In the dead of night, even the slightest rustling of wind would be quickly detected by someone skilled in martial arts.
Even though Prince Mu was numb and deeply saddened, the rustling of the wind and the faint, pungent smell still made him frown. He turned and went outside. The night was clear and uneventful, but the sound and smell...
Prince Mu ordered someone to come and see what was happening outside.