“That’s right, Master, don’t overthink it. I’ve always known that you always keep your word. The fact that you haven’t made any moves means you’re waiting for the right opportunity, right? I understand.” The Bear King shook his round head and said.
The woman chuckled softly, but her voice was melancholic: "At a time like this, only the two of you still respect me and are willing to believe in me. However, I will certainly not let you down. Alright, you can go out now. I need to think carefully about how to fill your stomachs."
"Alright, we'll be going then." The Bear King took two quick steps forward, grabbed the enchanting woman's waist, tucked her under his arm, and left with a thud like a boulder landing.
The hall fell silent. The woman lay motionless on the couch, seemingly boneless, exuding a lazy yet deadly languor.
A gentle breeze blew by, and then a pair of large, cold hands appeared on her supple waist, pulling up her clothes that had fallen to her waist to cover her snow-white skin, and then pressing down on her waist with moderate force.
"Mmm..." she murmured softly, a sound as comfortable as a cat's meow: "When did you get back?"
The large hand behind him continued its work, and a deep male voice rang out: "Just arrived, and it's hurting again? Your injuries back then were too severe; this ailment can't be completely cured in this desolate land. When are you going back?"
After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her slightly hoarse voice a blend of allure and broken sorrow, both captivating and piercing: "Go back? Can I even go back? Three years, a full three years, and he... he never appeared!"
Her voice wasn't devoid of hatred, yet she was also so conflicted. She knew he was unaware of the reasons and the truth, and she knew he was suffering now—a high priest who could no longer use his soul power, essentially a cripple. He could no longer foresee or calculate that his Aheng was long gone; he had entered officialdom, but because he could no longer predict the future, he was secretly gossiped about and ridiculed. 17900992
She understood his hardships and his innocence!
But she couldn't help but hate!
For the past three years, she missed him every single day and night, the thought of him aching to the bone. What were the physical pains compared to that? Without his comfort, his care, his companionship and love, every inch of her body was scarred, her bones were broken and shattered. She endured so much pain and torment, almost wishing she could die several times. On the verge of suicide, all she could think of was him!
But what was he doing? He was guarding another woman who had made her wish she were dead, a woman who was neither human nor ghost, accompanying her day and night, tenderly caring for her!
She knew she couldn't blame him; it wasn't Mu Yunhe's fault, because he knew nothing. But she just couldn't control the demon of resentment and the wildly growing longing in her heart.
She ruined her face, and she wondered if Mu Yunhe would only accept this face. If she went back, would Mu Yunhe still want her? Her former confidence and belief were finally worn down and shaken by countless pains.
Her bones had grown crooked, and she would be a cripple in the future. If she didn't want to be a cripple, she could have her bones broken and reset! She endured another heart-wrenching pain, all so that one day she could stand in front of Mu Yunhe and walk past him with her head held high, without him having to pity her because she had become a cripple.
She was here, not dead yet, but it felt like she was living in hell, suffering torment day and night. And he was guarding her mortal enemy, her foe! What she couldn't bear the most was that Mu Yunhe actually thought he was guarding her, Luo Zhiheng! That pathetic feeling, coupled with the rage that made her want to destroy everything, drove Luo Zhiheng almost insane during the two most painful years of her life.
What she found most unforgivable and hateful was that Mu Yunhe had never considered giving up on Luo Ningshuang's life and had been trying every possible way to save her.
Just so that Luo Ningshuang can wake up!
Why bring her back to life? To impersonate her, Luo Zhiheng, and live happily ever after with Mu Yunhe?
When love faltered, and he still hadn't found her, he didn't even know she was still alive, Luo Zhiheng, in her pain and repeated disappointments, finally harbored hatred. She knew this hatred was unreasonable and unfair to Mu Yunhe. But how could she tolerate her man spending three years with that vile woman?
Even if that scoundrel is now a living dead, even if they have never been together in the past three years, he has still monopolized her happiness for three years and robbed her of almost a lifetime of health. She cannot remain calm and boundless in her love. 16.
Luo Ningshuang, do you think you can escape this calamity by lying in bed like a living dead for three years? The pain she suffered is something she couldn't escape while she was conscious. Since you caused her a hundred times more pain, she will naturally repay you a thousand times over! So you'd better wake up, because she has been reborn. Wake up and face her wrath!
Sensing the murderous aura and rage emanating from Luo Zhiheng, the man's large hand gently landed on the back of her head, soothingly stroking her long hair. His deep voice, seemingly filled with heartache, was actually accusatory: "You've become more ruthless than before. People who make you unhappy, even those you love most, are now the objects of your jealousy. You know Mu Yunhe is innocent, yet you've still distanced yourself from him. And what about me? Back then, I was determined to kill you, just to free myself. Do you hate me too?"
Luo Zhiheng seemed to have calmed down, turning to look at him. His face was cold and hard, the features of a swordsman, clearly exuding a heavy killing intent, yet the gentleness on his face didn't seem out of place. She sighed helplessly, "You're different."
The man's face darkened: "Is it because you have no love for me that you can easily forgive me? But you love Mu Yunhe deeply, so you can't tolerate even the slightest oversight or mistake on his part, and you hate him for it? Indeed, there is no hate without love."
“Zang Tianwu! I am grateful for your life-saving grace. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have survived. Even if you were determined to kill me before, it was because of that beast Luo Ningshuang. You just wanted to stop obeying her. Now you have saved me and are still helping me. I am only grateful to you.”
Without a sound. She had fallen off a cliff years ago, never expecting to survive, but Zang Tianwu appeared and saved her. This was Luo Ningshuang's top ace, and it was then that she learned of the relationship between Zang Tianwu and Luo Ningshuang.
“Even though I saved you, it still left you with a chronic illness. In the end, I still owe you something. After all, you saved my life when I was determined to kill you. Although you didn’t know my identity at the time, this is probably karma. Your kindness and generosity will bring you blessings. I still owe you a debt of gratitude.” Zang Tianwu wanted to hit him, his face filled with guilt.
Luo Zhiheng didn't want to talk about the past anymore. Now that she was alive, she had to go back and repay what she owed her!
“I’m going to the Mu Dynasty. This time, I will go as the chieftain of the barbarians to negotiate with the Mu Dynasty.” Luo Zhiheng’s eyes shone brightly, and the color of the ruby became even more vibrant.
Zang Tianwu was taken aback: "Is it about grain? You should know that demanding grain without paying it is an almost impossible task for the Mu Dynasty, which has been aggressive for two years. They never take the barbarians seriously."
Luo Zhiheng resumed her languid demeanor, squinting her eyes and casually saying, "I'm not worried about the food. I'm more looking forward to seeing them again and what exciting surprises might happen. What do you think, after I go back, should I first visit the Lady Protector who has been unconscious for three years?"
Zang Tianwu's face was grim. If Luo Zhiheng returned, with her hatred and anger, wouldn't the Mu Dynasty be turned upside down? And would she and Mu Yunhe rekindle their past romance?
Second update! The reborn Aheng says, "Queen, the Queen will be back tomorrow! Hahaha, I can't wait to see them meet!" Please vote, leave comments, and give monthly tickets! By the way, did you guys expect that the person who saved Aheng was actually an assassin raised by Luo Ningshuang?
452 A fit of rage! Bones are more fragile than jade! Heading to the capital!
Updated: 2013-11-21 16:41:56 Word Count: 7701
Inside the mysterious and luxurious palace, Luo Zhiheng leaned against a large couch, her slender fingers painted with a bewitching red nutmeg. A woman with a seductive figure knelt before her, attentively serving her as she painted her nails.
At that moment, the palace gate was once again rudely and suddenly kicked open with a loud bang. The woman kneeling on the ground was startled, and her hand trembled, leaving a red mark on Luo Zhiheng's slender and fair fingers from the bright red dye.
Wearing a golden mask, Luo Zhiheng's expression was unreadable. She slowly raised her hand, looking at the scratch on her finger, completely ignoring the man who stormed in angrily.
"Master, spare my life! I know my crime!" The woman kneeling on the ground was already pale with fright, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.
Luo Zhiheng seemed not to have heard, and picked up a handkerchief to carefully wipe herself. 1705.
Suddenly, a shadow descended upon her, and a powerful sense of oppression enveloped her entire petite body. The shadow carried a chilling and ferocious aura, the unique coldness of a wolf king.
Luo Zhiheng remained calm and composed, as if there was no one standing in front of her at all. The next moment, her hands were lifted up by a pair of slender and well-proportioned hands. Her fair and delicate hands were held in the palms of those hands. The contrast between white and black, between delicacy and ruggedness, made the wolf king appear even more robust and powerful.
The wolf king took the white handkerchief and began to wipe away the red dye from Luo Zhiheng's fingers, his movements elegant yet slightly clumsy, but he was determined to fight the stubborn dye. It wasn't so easy to remove, and gradually he grew impatient, his face turning colder, and his movements becoming faster and rougher, until Luo Zhiheng's fingers became red and swollen.
"It hurts!" Her voice became increasingly coquettish, not as a deliberate display of affection, but simply due to the changes and effects brought about by her newfound constitution. Luo Zhiheng raised her head, her fiery red eyes beneath the mask fixed on the Wolf King, offering no reproach but instead a mocking gaze.
The wolf king's expression froze, his hand paused, and he gripped her hand tightly, his thin lips uttering his true feelings: "How come you didn't die of pain, you little devil!"
Luo Zhiheng scoffed, not pulling her hand away, but instead taking a handkerchief to wipe her fingers, lazily saying, "I've been working day and night to find a way to save the barbaric tribe from starvation. I deserve some credit, right? Would you be so happy if I died? Besides, how did I become a scourge?"
The Wolf King suddenly exuded a chilling aura and said in a sinister tone, "You decided to go to the Mu Dynasty, why didn't you tell me?"
"What right do you have to question me? I am the trusted chief of the barbarians, and you are merely one of the many clan leaders under my tribe! I remember I told you before that you should report or knock before entering, but you dared to barge in again today. Do you even respect me? Or do you think the punishment I mentioned is truly meaningless?" Luo Zhiheng wiped the dye clean but did not even look at him. Her nonchalant attitude was extremely oppressive.
The Secret Palace of the Gods. The Wolf King's expression changed slightly, and he gripped Luo Zhiheng's hand even tighter, saying with a hint of resentment, "You must tell me this kind of thing. If you're going to the Mu Dynasty, take me with you!"
“I have my own decision about who to take, and you don’t need to interfere. Besides, there’s still some time before we go to the Mu Dynasty. I’ll arrange the people to take with me during this time, but you won’t be among them.” Luo Zhiheng tried to pull her hand away, but couldn’t. Her brows furrowed impatiently under her mask, and a flash of anger crossed her eyes. Suddenly, she kicked the Wolf King in the thigh and shouted, “Let go!”
The wolf king was caught off guard and kicked hard and hard. It really hurt so much that he gasped for breath. Even though he had developed a body of copper and iron, Luo Zhiheng's kick still made him cramp up.
"How dare you kick me!" The wolf king roared in fury, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped. His eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and his ruthless side resurfaced, making him seem ready to pounce on Luo Zhiheng and tear her apart alive.
Luo Zhiheng, however, was no longer the lazy, spineless person she had been before. She became as irritable as a raging lion, roaring without any patience: "Get the hell out of here! If you don't get out of here, I'll chop you up!"
Luo Zhiheng is often so irritable and ferocious in this wild tribe. At such times, Luo Zhiheng is usually hard to control. Generally, she becomes so out of control when she is provoked or when she is in extreme discomfort.
Three years can change many things, including a person's character, mind, and body. Although Luo Zhiheng was saved by Zang Tianwu, the impact of being struck by irregular rocks and stones during her descent nearly shattered her body. The fact that she survived was due to good fortune, but what sustained her was likely the intense hatred she felt for that man and her unforgettable love for him.
However, even though she survived, Luo Zhiheng's temper became unusually volatile. Her body was extremely sensitive, and the slightest disturbance could easily trigger her bad temper. This bad temper was honed by the immense pain and suffering she endured every day after she was nearly shattered to pieces.
She has a serious underlying health condition that can easily flare up. When it flares up, she loses control of her temper, and her loved ones can't bear to see her suppress her temper and endure the pain. That's why Luo Zhiheng tries her best to control herself when she's not feeling unwell, making herself appear calm, unperturbed, and detached from worldly concerns.
At this moment, Luo Zhiheng was unable to suppress her anger. Her wide eyes were filled with rage and she exuded a powerful aura, but her slightly trembling body still betrayed her discomfort.
The kneeling maid was so frightened she nearly jumped out of her skin and scrambled out to find the doctor and the Bear King.
When the wolf king saw her like this, he immediately thought of Luo Zhiheng's strange ailment, which he had only heard of but never seen. It was said that when she was in pain, she would often hurt herself.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" The Wolf King forgot his purpose for coming here and his anger. He took a big step in front of Luo Zhiheng and tried to grab her wrist, but Luo Zhiheng suddenly slashed it. He felt a tingling pain as soon as he was injured. Looking down, he saw four long, bloody cuts on the back of his hand.
She actually dared to scratch him?!
"Rui Lin!" The Wolf King roared out Luo Zhiheng's name from the wilderness in a fit of rage.
Ruilin means auspicious omen descending from heaven, implying that Luo Zhiheng, the woman who fell from the sky, is the auspicious daughter of their barbaric tribe!
When Luo Zhiheng fell, she was covered in blood, but someone carried her with them. This woman had fallen from the sky onto their sacred altar in front of all the devout barbarian tribesmen when they were praying for food. Therefore, the chief believed that this woman was a woman who could bring good fortune to the barbarian people, a woman sent by heaven.
The tribespeople had witnessed what the chief said and naturally believed him. Therefore, although Luo Zhiheng nearly died, the chief used numerous secret techniques to save her. That this woman could survive was a miracle in itself, and because of this miracle, if a woman with almost no healthy bones could survive, what couldn't she do?
Thus, the people became even more convinced that this woman was a blessing from heaven, their hope. Otherwise, how could this useless woman become the new leader of the wilderness?
Upon hearing the name, Luo Zhiheng was momentarily stunned, then the image of the old man who had saved her life and supported her in becoming the leader flashed before her eyes. Back then, her face was disfigured, and she had been brought to this inexplicable and terrifying place. She had almost shattered her will and soul along with her broken body. The immense pain was unbearable; she had repeatedly tried to die, but each time she was saved.
During that time, the old chief never asked her name, but patiently told her that everything would pass, and the greater the pain, the stronger she had to be, for herself and for the millions of people. If she died, so many people would starve to death.
Luo Zhiheng found it strange that the deaths of those people had nothing to do with her. She didn't want to persevere anymore. She could endure one day of suffering, but what about a year or two? She had survived by the skin of her teeth because of the many stories told by the old leader and the constant provocations from Zang Tianwu, who used hatred and the man she loved most.
She survived, thus owing the old chief a huge debt of gratitude. When the old chief died, she promised to ensure the people of the wilderness had enough to eat. They truly only had that one small wish: to be able to eat their fill. Preventing the children here from starving to death was a vow Luo Zhiheng made after witnessing more than a dozen children die of starvation before her eyes.
The oldest of those children was not even five years old, and the youngest was only seven or eight months old. However, they had been starving for so long that by the time she arrived with her own food, the children were so hungry that they could not eat anything and starved to death right in front of her.
Scenes flashed before her eyes: Luo Zhiheng's hatred, the children's desperate eyes, the starving people everywhere, and her excruciating pain, all intertwined, forming an immense pressure and suffering that weighed on Luo Zhiheng.
She cried out, not knowing where the pain was—physical, psychological, nerve-related, or just imagined. She fell off the extremely soft and comfortable bed and was caught by the wolf king in a flustered manner. In the wolf king's arms, she howled in pain like a trapped beast, desperate and helpless, constantly crying out in pain. However, she couldn't say where she was in pain or what the pain was.
The wolf king held her soft body in his arms, and the moment he touched her, he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if there wasn't a single bone inside her body!
"Bear with it, the doctor will be here soon, Ruilin, tell me where it hurts?" The Wolf King had never felt so tense before. It was as if his heart, which was born a little crooked than others, was now in his throat. He suppressed his voice, and his cold, wolf-like eyes were now filled with a storm.
Luo Zhiheng couldn't hear the Wolf King's words. Her hatred, her pain, her despair and helplessness, her confusion, her Yunhe...
Overwhelmed by pain, Luo Zhiheng lost all reason and began to move erratically, slapping the wolf king's face and scratching its neck until it was a bloody mess, almost like shredded potatoes. Her jewel-like eyes were no longer pure; they were red, like pools of blood formed from the blood of millions, bloody and mysterious.
The Bear King rushed in, ordering the doctor to treat Luo Zhiheng quickly. He grabbed the stunned Wolf King and yanked him up, punching him hard in his unbelievably handsome face, causing the Wolf King to stagger backward. Not satisfied, the Bear King followed up with several more punches, leaving the Wolf King's once stunningly handsome face swollen and red like a pig's head, only able to elicit screams of pain.
"What exactly did you do to the chief? You ungrateful wretch! If anything happens to the chief, I'll raze your wolf tribe to the ground!" The Bear King was so angry that his cheeks puffed out, and the muscles on his arms bulged, making him look extremely ferocious.
The wolf king, always arrogant and ruthless, despised the bear king, a brainless hulking giant. He snorted coldly but did not leave. He did not fight back even when he was beaten. He watched with a gloomy gaze as Luo Zhiheng was controlled, weakly lying on the bed, her hands and feet bound, her long hair disheveled, groaning and crying.
This was the first time the Wolf King had seen Luo Zhiheng in a state of peace, languor, and nonchalance, appearing so frail and pitiful, as if she were enduring immense pain that even her delicate body could not withstand.
The wolf king's hand involuntarily pressed against his chest. Just now, holding her, hearing her cry, seeing her vulnerability, it felt as if something had struck his heart uncontrollably, a dull ache. 17901513
"How is it?" the Bear King asked the doctor with a ferocious expression.
The doctor subconsciously took a step back and said respectfully, "He just took the medicine and should be able to calm down after resting. The leader's finger bone has cracked, it seems to have just cracked, and the severe pain from the bone fracture has triggered the leader's illness."
Upon hearing this, the Bear King immediately flew into a rage, kicking over a trembling maidservant and roaring, "Didn't I repeatedly tell you not to let the leader suffer any serious injury? What are you good for? If you think you can't even take care of the leader properly, then go back to the slums and let those who can take good care of the leader eat this bowl of rice!"
The maids' expressions changed. If they couldn't take care of their leader, they really wouldn't get enough to eat, and they all begged for mercy.
The wolf king's expression grew even uglier. He, who was always so confident and imposing, spoke for the first time with a slightly slow and hesitant tone: "I did it, didn't I? I only used a little force just now."
"That's all? Do you know how fragile the chief's body is? The old chief went to great lengths to give the chief such a strong body, more fragile than jade. You used just a little bit of force, which is more than ten times the strength of an ordinary person. Can she withstand it? Why don't you just die?" The Bear King roared furiously, truly enraged.
The Wolf King fell into an unusual silence. He truly had no idea that Luo Zhiheng's body was so fragile. Now that he knew, he felt regret and remorse for the first time. However, his face grew even more somber, and all others saw was his anger.
The hall fell silent instantly, and at that moment, Luo Zhiheng's intermittent and gradually fading voice suddenly became clear.
"Yunhe, I'm in so much pain, please help me..."