"Do you think we have to talk to you just because you say so? You are a priest of the Mu Dynasty, but to us, you are nothing." For some reason, the Wolf King found Mu Yunhe extremely displeasing, especially since Mu Yunhe could influence Luo Zhiheng's emotions to a great extent. He disliked Mu Yunhe and even vaguely regarded him as an enemy.
Mu Yunhe stopped speaking, sparing his words, and just stared at Luo Zhiheng silently and stubbornly.
That sight made Luo Zhiheng feel dazed, as if time had suddenly rewound to a few years ago, to the time when they had just met, to Mu Yunhe's awkwardness and stubbornness, his pride and fragility, and his loneliness. Back then, he would always meet her gaze with that same stubborn look, and back then, she could never bring herself to be ruthless towards Mu Yunhe's gaze.
Luo Zhiheng was in a daze, her heart aching and her voice softening. She blurted out, "Okay!"
The Wolf King did not miss the moment Luo Zhiheng uttered that word as light as a cicada's wing. The subtle change in Mu Yunhe's cold and terrifying face softened instantly, just as winter had suddenly passed and was naturally covered by the warmth of spring.
The Wolf King's arm tightened around Luo Zhiheng's waist involuntarily, instinctively unwilling to let go. He couldn't quite explain his feelings, but there was a sense of resentment within him, as if letting go meant losing to Mu Yunhe. But Luo Zhiheng calmly looked up at him. In her eyes, which were carefully concealed, an unusual light shone through layers of unconcealed brilliance—a beauty he had never seen before. Hearing her soft, almost weak "Let go," he felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by a heavy object, his body aching all over, and his strong arm fell limply to his side in terror.
Luo Zhiheng followed Mu Yunhe into the alley without any hesitation. The quiet, damp alley had a somewhat desolate and bleak feel to it. Exhausted, she leaned against the cold wall, barely managing to stand, and without looking at Mu Yunhe, softly asked, "What do you want to say?"
Mu Yunhe looked up at the top of her head, at her strange attire, unable to discern any other features. Yet, for some reason, as soon as he approached her, he felt his heart pounding, a mixture of fear and turmoil. The first time, it was a faint sense of unease; the second, a faint sense of awareness; and the third, a faint sense of panic.
His emotions were too complex, yet Mu Yunhe couldn't find a single clue or source to prove what was wrong with him. He suppressed his chaotic thoughts and coldly asked, "Why did you come?"
Luo Zhiheng's heart tightened, but she pretended to be indifferent and said, "Follow the leader to see the Emperor of the Celestial Dynasty."
Mu Yunhe suddenly stepped forward, unleashing his full power, which was surprisingly heavy and sharp: "I'm asking you why you came to treat Aheng's illness?"
Perhaps it was those two words, "Aheng," that provoked Luo Zhiheng. It had been too long; her three years felt like three hundred years. Every minute and every second was torture and pain. She endured it, but in that long period of time, her patience and good temper were worn away, and she gradually forgot some of the intimate and persistent terms of address she once used.
She paused blankly for a moment, then suddenly looked up, her strange eyes filled with barely concealed rage.
Who is he calling Aheng?! How many Ahengs does he have?! He actually admits that that scoundrel is Aheng?!
Anger erupted like a volcano, consuming Luo Zhiheng's reason. Her hidden eyes were filled with ruthlessness and ferocity, and her voice suddenly turned contemptuous and sarcastic: "Aheng? It's a good name, but not everyone is lucky enough to be able to handle such a blessed name! Heng, that woman in your courtyard, does she even deserve it? Aren't you afraid that this name is too powerful, too blessed, and too rich in meaning, and that she won't be able to handle it and will be devoured instead?"
Mu Yunhe frowned deeply. His profound, soul-deep affection for Luo Zhiheng made him utterly unable to bear anyone cursing or scorning her, even just her name! Even though his soul was now shattered, and his feelings for Luo Zhiheng were intangible due to his incomplete soul, what was in his soul was still etched there. Therefore, the witch's words ignited his anger, and he roared, his face contorted with rage, "Shut up! What are you, daring to insult Aheng!"
For Mu Yunhe, the name Aheng was not just an ordinary name; it represented a love he cherished with his life. However, Mu Yunhe failed to notice that while he could experience emotional turmoil and rage over the name Aheng, he remained remarkably cold towards Luo Zhiheng at home.
"You insulted me again! This is the second time!" Luo Zhiheng's anger, grievance, and humiliation surged up in an instant. She blurted it out almost out of the mouth, speaking with righteous indignation and even accusation.
Mu Yunhe was stunned, and so was Luo Zhiheng.
The atmosphere between the two people instantly became subtle.
Luo Zhiheng lowered her eyes, her voice hoarse and cold: "You summoned me here just to scold me?"
Disappointment washed over her once more. Luo Zhiheng no longer expected Mu Yunhe to recognize her. Her heart ached terribly, yet he was right in front of her, still loving Aheng, unaware that she was Aheng. He had given all his care and energy to an imposter. When did his love become so superficial and easily deceived?
Mu Yunhe was clearly still reeling from the witch's accusations. The absurd feeling returned. The voice that had just made the accusations was unfamiliar, but why did her attitude and aura feel strangely familiar and alarming to him?
Mu Yunhe felt he had lost control too much in front of this woman. His eyes and brows turned utterly cold: "I'm not trying to scold you. Since you're here, you must follow the rules. Whatever you want to do, as long as you don't harm Aheng, I won't make things difficult for you. Although I don't know why you volunteered to treat Aheng, it's a fact that your treatment caused Aheng so much pain. So you'd better pray that your treatment is effective and not for some ulterior motive, otherwise..."
"Or what will you do? Kill me?" Luo Zhiheng suddenly looked up, her voice still that of the old woman, but with a hint of coldness and sarcasm.
Mu Yunhe turned slightly away from her, his voice seeming to come from hell, sending chills down Luo Zhiheng's spine: "Anyone who harms Aheng will not be let off by this official!"
In that instant, Luo Zhiheng felt as if she had finally crawled out of hell, only to be kicked and beaten back down into hell, and all the pain had to be experienced again. And the one who pushed her into the abyss was the man she loved most.
Mu Yunhe seemed to sense the traces of sorrow and pain emanating from her. His face paled slightly, and he abruptly turned around, leaving with an air of elegance. His voice became faint and indistinct: "As long as you can heal Aheng, I can grant you your request, and even your purpose in coming to the Mu Dynasty, Chief of the Wilderness!"
Luo Zhiheng was struck dumb, the shock fleeting, followed by self-mockery and unspeakable pain. He knew it all along; he had actually seen through her identity as the leader of the barbarians from the very beginning!
She thought sadly, "Why can you see that I am the chieftain of the barbarians, but not that I am your Aheng? Mu Yunhe, Yunhe, what's wrong with you? Why can't you sense that I'm back?"
Sorry for the late update today. Huasha got back late, and I've had a long and tiring day, so this is just one update for now. I'll make up for today's update tomorrow. Please vote, leave comments, and give monthly tickets! Group chat kisses!
462. He still cares about her! His obsession has lasted for a thousand years!
Updated: 2013-11-26 13:26:37 Word Count: 7748
Luo Zhiheng did not expect that the Mu Dynasty's attitude towards her would change so quickly after she treated Luo Ningshuang out of revenge. The next day, the emperor summoned her to an audience with him, and she did so together with the court officials, which could definitely be considered a form of recognition.
The Bear King said excitedly, "Why did they suddenly change their attitude? Did they have a change of heart? Or do they want to give us food on their own initiative?"
The Wolf King snorted heavily and glanced at Luo Zhiheng. He knew best that this matter was probably due to Luo Zhiheng's actions yesterday. He said something that puzzled the Bear King: "I didn't expect them to value that woman so much."
Luo Zhiheng lay on the bed as if boneless. Hearing this, the red lips beneath her mask lifted slightly, a hint of melancholy or irony unreadable. 17903393
"Wolf King, come with me to pay homage." She wore a bright and dazzling seven-colored robe, a jeweled feather crown on her head, and red embroidered shoes with gilded thread that only covered her toes, making her exposed feet appear even whiter and more alluring.
Women in China are generally quite reserved and don't dress so openly. Therefore, Luo Zhiheng's attire is seen as revealing and a highly provocative and stimulating sight by people.
So when Luo Zhiheng appeared gracefully in the hall, her robes fluttering, the surrounding officials gasped and gasped in amazement. Their gazes toward Luo Zhiheng were now filled with scrutiny and deeper meaning.
Mu Yunhe knew she had come in and subconsciously tried to resist looking at her, but the surrounding noise was too jarring and their gazes too direct and intense. Mu Yunhe subconsciously turned around and saw Luo Zhiheng's attire. His gaze instantly turned cold, and he almost instinctively took a step forward, a deep voice bursting from his throat: "Hmph!"
Mu Yunhe's position in the Mu Dynasty is currently in a rather awkward state. He is a diviner, known throughout the land, and everyone desires him, hoping he can become their country's guardian deity. However, Mu Yunhe has now lost all his abilities, and even his life is incomplete. The broken parts of his soul cannot be repaired, so he can only ever be an ordinary person. Yet, an ordinary person with a fearsome identity seems somewhat incongruous. Furthermore, he has remained silent for three years, leading people to treat him with disdain and neglect.
Although they were outwardly respectful to him, the gossip about him behind his back only increased. Mu Yunhe was aware of all this, but he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. Now, even when facing the woman he deeply loved in his memory, whom he had protected for three years, the only feeling he had was that his love for the unconscious woman was gradually fading.
Mu Yunhe even felt terrible about himself. He remembered loving Luo Zhiheng so deeply, yet in the past three years, he felt no heartache, only a growing inability to feel love. Sometimes, he felt cold-hearted and inhuman. How could he stop loving the woman he deeply loved just because she had been in a coma for three years?
Even if Mu Yunhe thought about it with his toes, he would never have imagined that the woman he had protected for three years was not the one he deeply loved! It wasn't that he didn't love her anymore, but that his feelings were only loyal to Luo Zhiheng. If that person wasn't Luo Zhiheng, then he had no love.
He was trapped in a situation without realizing it, and could only indulge himself more and more each day.
But now, it turned out to be a strange leader. From the moment he first came into view, he felt a growing sense of disgust for the unknown. His heavy snort was full of warning and coldness, a domineering power that even shocked himself.
The ministers were startled by the imposing snort. When they turned around, they saw Mu Yunhe staring at them with cold phoenix eyes and no expression. They felt a strong sense of oppression and lowered their heads. They were secretly shocked. How could this priest, who had been silent for three years and was like a living dead, suddenly come to life?
Luo Zhiheng's gaze towards Mu Yunhe was colder than ever before. She didn't know what had happened to Mu Yunhe. Her information was incomplete. She only knew that Mu Yunhe's soul was incomplete. Similarly, even if she thought about it with her toes, she would never have imagined that Mu Yunhe had lost the part of his soul that knew how to love. A person whose soul was shattered was still alive. It could only be said that he was extremely lucky.
Ke Luo Zhiheng already harbored resentment towards Mu Yunhe, and today she would not be soft-hearted at all. She not only wanted to take revenge on Luo Ningshuang, but also to torture Mu Yunhe!
She would never tell Mu Yunhe that she was Luo Zhiheng, nor would she ever show any more kindness to him!
She wanted to torment Mu Yunhe, to see just how much he loved Luo Ningshuang's face, which once resembled hers. She wanted him to regret it deeply when he learned the truth! And she also wanted to see how long it would take him to realize who she was!
Mu Yunhe, the game has begun. I have laid countless traps and a giant net around you. You cannot escape my grasp. In this net, you can just wait to be molded and crushed by me!
People say that the deeper the love, the deeper the hate, and Luo Zhiheng fully embodied this love, becoming even more ruthless in her manipulation of others. She walked expressionlessly to Mu Yunhe's side, as if Mu Yunhe was completely unapproachable; her aura was cold and noble, a sacred quality that no one could defile.
Mu Yunhe coldly watched her from head to toe. The closer she got, the colder his gaze became, and the more ferocious his aura grew. His gaze could almost pierce several holes in Luo Zhiheng from head to toe. The more displeased he became, the tighter his thin lips pressed together. But Luo Zhiheng seemed to completely ignore him, brushing past him without a second glance.
In that instant, Mu Yunhe's heart clenched.
He instinctively reached out, but then abruptly stopped at his side. Mu Yunhe lowered his eyes, a nameless sadness and loneliness flashing in his long, narrow phoenix eyes. Why did he want to hold her?
Just as he was feeling utterly dejected, the Wolf King cried out in alarm. Mu Yunhe looked up sharply and saw Luo Zhiheng, who had been walking perfectly fine, suddenly slump to the side. She had no self-control whatsoever, collapsing so softly and fragilely, as if that one fall would shatter her to pieces. It was terrifying, making one's heart clench, aching with dread.
Completely out of his control, Mu Yunhe stepped forward and pulled her slumped body into his arms. His hands grasped her almost boneless arm, slender and soft. Yet, Mu Yunhe gripped it with trepidation, as if he could crush it with the slightest pressure. He was too frightened to exert any force, stumbling back two steps before regaining his balance.
"Where did you fall?" The urgent tone and reproachful voice seemed to instantly transport her back to three years ago, when Mu Yunhe was still the one who could act cute and spoil her.
Luo Zhiheng's heart churned, but a series of alluring smiles spread across her face. The mask concealed her features, but the smile in her lips and crimson eyes was unmistakable. As if oblivious to manners and shame, she nestled comfortably in his arms, taking his care for granted, tilting her head back, her voice soft and seductive: "You didn't fall..."
Her long, soft voice put Mu Yunhe at ease, but then she groaned, "But it hurts everywhere."
Mu Yunhe's unchanging expression suddenly changed, and his voice was low: "It hurts everywhere?"
Luo Zhiheng nodded and moved closer to him with a wronged expression. Her delicate chin was almost pressed against Mu Yunhe's chest. He happened to be looking down, unconsciously accommodating her movements. The two looked intimate and ambiguous. She said with a sob in her voice, "It really hurts everywhere, even my heart hurts."
She pretended to be in pain, and Mu Yunhe lost all ability to tell the difference. He didn't even ask her if she was really in pain. He only had one thought in his mind: if she said she was in pain, then she was in pain!
To everyone's surprise, Mu Yunhe actually picked her up in his arms, turned around and strode towards the outside of the hall. As he walked, the ministers on both sides stared wide-eyed, looking at Mu Yunhe in shock and disbelief as if they had seen a monster.
He not only spoke, but said a lot; he not only had emotions, but his emotions were overwhelming; he not only touched a woman, but also brazenly carried her all the way by!
Is he really Mu Yunhe? The Mu Yunhe who, for the past three years, looked like a magnificent sculpture even when standing there? Didn't he only want Luo Zhiheng? Didn't he protect Luo Zhiheng for three years? Why did he get involved with other women after Luo Zhiheng woke up? Wasn't he deeply in love with Luo Zhiheng? So what's going on today?
The emperor, seated in the grand hall, stared with a dark and gloomy expression. These two had shown him absolutely no respect today. The barbarian female chieftain dared to storm off in front of the ministers, and today Mu Yunhe was even more audacious, leaving without uttering a word, carrying the woman away. What was happening? Was the world about to descend into chaos?
Both General Tong and General Murong looked extremely grim. They were absolute supporters of Luo Zhiheng. Now that Luo Zhiheng had woken up, Mu Yunhe was acting strangely, flirting with other women. If Luo Zhiheng found out, with her temper, wouldn't she kill Mu Yunhe?
Luo Zhiheng's first formal audience ended inconclusively. At this moment, she was in Mu Yunhe's arms. Having lost his embrace for three years, she was suddenly touched again, and she was filled with mixed emotions. However, after yesterday's disappointment, she was able to control her emotions well. She would not back down, and she would not back down, especially not with Mu Yunhe!
Originally, Luo Zhiheng only wanted to provoke and retaliate against Mu Yunhe, but Mu Yunhe's reaction today surprised and delighted her. She did not expect such an unexpected joy. She actually discovered that Mu Yunhe had a special feeling for her. In fact, it could not be called special at all, but rather the same feeling that Mu Yunhe had shown her in the past!
What does this represent? What does it illustrate?
Subconscious actions are what truly constitute habits and genuine mental intentions!
Could it be that Mu Yunhe doesn't recognize her now, yet he still unconsciously treats her in the ways they are used to? Could she interpret this as Mu Yunhe not recognizing her, but his body still being familiar with her? Even if she has changed her appearance, identity, and even her voice, her soul is still Luo Zhiheng, and Mu Yunhe's soul will unconsciously feel close to her?
This idea was absurd, yet it made Luo Zhiheng's heart race. Her mind was in a jumble; she thought of many things, yet couldn't understand anything at all.
She instinctively hugged Mu Yunhe tightly. Even the jolting in his arms felt so familiar. She was overjoyed and heartbroken at the same time.
Mu Yunhe's jaw was clenched tightly, and almost every muscle in his body was tense, showing how nervous he was. He didn't dare to use his arms to support her. When he felt her suddenly hug his neck tightly, Mu Yunhe's heart was in his throat. He subconsciously quickened his pace and said, "Hold on, we're going to the Imperial Hospital."
Holding her in his arms, Mu Yunhe couldn't even describe the feeling. He didn't want to let go of this body once he held her. His heart ached and felt heavy, and he was so confused that he didn't know what to do.
Upon arriving at the Imperial Hospital, Mu Yunhe's chillingly cold face was enough to terrify the imperial physicians. He only said one sentence: "She's in pain all over her body. Make sure she's not in pain!"
The imperial physicians nearly committed suicide by banging their heads against the wall. Mu Yunhe's aura was overwhelming; after living like invisible men for three years, his sudden assertiveness was simply unbearable. Mu Yunhe's words were commanding and coercive. Although he didn't explicitly say he would kill them all if they couldn't be cured, his posture and gaze made it clear: if they couldn't be cured, they wouldn't live either!
The chief physician of the Imperial Medical Academy hurriedly led a group of senior imperial physicians to examine Luo Zhiheng's pulse one by one. Each one was more shocked than the last, each one was paler than the last, and each one had an expression more like they had seen a ghost.
Luo Zhiheng remained nestled in Mu Yunhe's arms, clinging tightly to his neck. He was afraid of actually crushing her, so he didn't dare to use force. Although he felt awkward, he remained seated steadily, holding her horizontally on his lap like a child. He protected her lower back with one hand and held her legs with the other. His cold, piercing eyes stared at the group of unpleasant-looking imperial physicians, and his own expression grew even more grim.
The group of imperial physicians once again felt the urge to commit suicide. What kind of pulse is this? This woman has absolutely no pulse!
What kind of person has no pulse? That's a dead person! But this woman in front of me is clearly breathing! This is truly unbelievable!
The imperial physicians were terrified, but Luo Zhiheng clung lazily to Mu Yunhe. She didn't make it obvious, but she was open and honest. She had finally realized that Mu Yunhe still cared about her and couldn't resist her. Luo Zhiheng was secretly pleased. Although she was still unwilling to reveal that she was Luo Zhiheng, she already had another way to deal with Luo Ningshuang and Mu Yunhe at the same time.
"What exactly happened? Speak!" Mu Yunhe's voice was deep and resonant, his low shout silencing the entire Imperial Medical Academy, both inside and out.
The head of the academy remained relatively calm, though his gaze towards Luo Zhiheng still held a hint of fear. He carefully said, "This young lady must be the leader from the barbarians, right? According to our initial examination, this young lady... was already dead!"
Mu Yunhe's phoenix eyes widened suddenly, his expression one of utter shock, as if he were about to rebuke a violent storm: "What did you say!"
Luo Zhiheng had also come to her senses by now. Upon hearing this, she glanced at the head of the courtyard with admiration. The head of the courtyard, already possessing a captivating beauty due to the secret arts of the wilderness, exuded a seductive charm that could bewitch anyone with just a few unintentional glimpses. Even though her face could not be seen, at close range, her eyes were enough to draw one's soul in, leaving them utterly bewitched.
The abbot, an old man in his seventies or eighties, couldn't help but feel his aging heart pounding wildly when he suddenly saw those alluring and seductive eyes. His face flushed red, he trembled and said, "Your Excellency, we are truly incompetent. The leader is clearly alive, but we cannot feel his pulse. This is a sign of death, yet we dare not speak rashly!"
Mu Yunhe was both shocked and furious. For three years, he had remained as calm as a dead man, but at this moment, he was truly enraged. Holding Luo Zhiheng, he suddenly stood up, kicked over a chair, and roared, "Nonsense!"
The crowd was horrified and immediately prostrated themselves on their knees, saying in unison, "We deserve to die a thousand deaths."
Luo Zhiheng found it amusing, and instead of explaining or stopping him, she looked at Mu Yunhe's almost distorted profile with a half-smile in her alluring eyes, while the foolishness and amusement in her eyes were completely undisguised.