Updated: 2013-11-28 16:02:57 Word Count: 3427
The weather was warm and comfortable the next day, making it the perfect time to go outdoors.
The carriage, which looked simple on the outside but was extremely luxurious on the inside, slowly drove through the middle of the street and finally stopped in front of the post station.
A moment later, Luo Zhiheng walked out of the post station and stood in front of the carriage, asking, "Where is Mu Yunhe in the carriage?"
Two carriages arrived, one in front and one behind. She knew perfectly well that Mu Yunhe must be sitting in the first one, but she still asked anyway, her intentions quite clear. The servant answered her, and she said with a coquettish smile, "Then I'll sit in the first one too."
Her affection and attitude towards Mu Yunhe were never hidden, which, in the eyes of the simple yet feudal people of the Mu Dynasty, was licentious. But in a wild country where men and women could fight, it was boldness and frankness.
Before Luo Zhiheng could even get into the carriage, Luo Ningshuang's distinctive, affectedly coquettish yet sharp voice came from inside: "I've never seen such a shameless person. The host has already prepared a carriage for you, you should know better than to sit in the back, but you still want to stick to me, you have no shame."
Luo Zhiheng, however, seemed completely unperturbed. She delicately stepped onto the carriage shaft, lifted the curtain, and peered inside.
The second most suitable street. She suddenly appeared at the car door, clearly determined to ride with them. Luo Ningshuang was startled and even angrier. She felt unimportant and disrespected. Why was it that Luo Zhiheng, who had been so powerless and absurd, could be accepted, liked, and even feared by everyone? But why couldn't she do the same for herself?
Luo Ningshuang was unconvinced and said angrily, "Get down! Who let you up here?" 17.
Luo Zhiheng didn't even bother to glance at Luo Ningshuang, staring straight at Mu Yunhe, who was sitting in the main seat. Xia Beisong was also in the carriage. Luo Ningshuang sat next to Mu Yunhe, not in a very close but still quite intimate position. Xia Beisong sat next to Luo Ningshuang, while there was a seat on Mu Yunhe's other side. However, the carriage wasn't big enough; it was barely enough for three people, and it would be really crowded for four.
Luo Zhiheng wasn't oblivious to others' feelings, but how could she possibly let the opportunity to get close to Mu Yunhe go unnoticed, allowing that vile woman Luo Ningshuang to be by Mu Yunhe's side? Moreover, she discovered that the closer she got to Mu Yunhe, the angrier and more impatient Luo Ningshuang became. Luo Zhiheng was happy to make Luo Ningshuang afraid.
Luo Zhiheng swayed her slender waist and calmly entered the carriage, sitting down next to Mu Yunhe. Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luo Ningshuang: "Who are you? The master hasn't even said anything yet, why do you want me to get off? Besides, I'm your savior. Your life isn't fully recovered yet. Offending me, you really are an idiot."
"Please, Chief, have some leniency. After all, Aheng is our Lady of the Nation, and she is not someone who can be humiliated at will. I can forgive you this once because you can heal Aheng, but please don't go too far, or don't blame me for being impolite." Xia Beisong's attitude was cold and hard, and his eyes were particularly gloomy as he spoke without any mercy.
Luo Ningshuang gave Luo Zhiheng a smug, provocative smile, as if having someone back her up made her all the more powerful.
Luo Zhiheng glanced at Xia Beisong and ultimately gave him face, but in her heart she felt sorry for Xia Beisong. He seemed to really care about and value Luo Zhiheng, but couldn't he see that the person he was protecting wasn't Luo Zhiheng?
Wherever Mu Yunhe was, Luo Ningshuang naturally followed, and Xia Beisong also wanted to follow Luo Ningshuang. So, these people who clearly didn't get along ended up sitting together.
Luo Zhiheng's voice was light and cheerful throughout the journey, while the others either spoke coldly or remained silent. Mu Yunhe was also silent, staring straight at the carriage curtain the whole way, refusing to look at them.
When they reached the outskirts, Luo Zhiheng deliberately disembarked after Luo Ningshuang. She positioned herself behind Luo Ningshuang, shielding Mu Yunhe inside the carriage. Taking advantage of a moment when no one could see, she nimbly spun around, and Luo Ningshuang rolled off like a ball. Xia Beisong couldn't catch her, and the two of them tumbled and rolled quite a distance together.
Luo Zhiheng stood on the carriage, seemingly stunned, and slightly turned her body to let Mu Yunhe out as well. Seeing that Mu Yunhe's expression was not good, and that he seemed about to get down to check on Luo Ningshuang, Luo Zhiheng grabbed his wrist and said anxiously, "How could this happen? I'm so scared. Just now, she seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and she suddenly lunged straight out. It was so terrifying."
As Luo Zhiheng spoke, her body trembling, she threw herself into Mu Yunhe's arms. Mu Yunhe resisted, wanting to push her away forcefully, but her body was too limp, and he dared not use force. He sulked to himself, wondering what was wrong with him? Luo Zhiheng had fallen, yet he remained unperturbed; this inexplicably clinging woman to him, he somehow felt unable to push her away.
Luo Zhiheng claimed to be scared, but while nestled in Mu Yunhe's arms, she was secretly laughing, which was why her body trembled slightly. 17903752
Luo Ningshuang, who had fallen and looked quite disheveled, was helped up by Xia Beisong with a flustered air. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were dirty, and most importantly, several weeds were stuck in her nose, making her look both pathetic and ridiculous. As she got up, she glared angrily at the carriage, but upon seeing it, she gasped. The weeds that she hadn't yet removed from her nose seemed to have been inhaled even further, causing her pain and discomfort.
"What are you doing? Hugging and kissing like that right in front of me. Ruilin, do you have any shame? Are you even a woman?" Luo Ningshuang had already found out everything about the female leader from Xia Beisong, but she only knew her name and identity.
She looked at Mu Yunhe with humiliation and sadness and said angrily, "How can you hold another woman like this and do this to me? Everyone says you love me, is this how you love me? You watched me fall and you didn't care, but instead you held a woman who obviously has ulterior motives towards you. Mu Yunhe, what do you take me, Luo Zhiheng, for?"
Mu Yunhe's face was gloomy, but he still managed to remove Luo Zhiheng's hand from his tight grip and nimbly got off the carriage and walked towards Luo Ningshuang.
A smile finally appeared on Luo Ningshuang's face, but Luo Zhiheng immediately followed up with a pitiful and coquettish tone: "Are you all family? Are you bullying an outsider like me? You just rolled down the stairs for no reason, and I was scared, so can't I ask someone to comfort me? Treating your illness is seen as having ulterior motives. How can you treat people like this? Mu Yunhe, you take me back right now. I can't treat her illness anymore. Go find someone else if you want!"
Luo Ningshuang was overjoyed when Luo Zhiheng said that, as she no longer had to endure her torment.
Mu Yunhe looked at Luo Zhiheng and saw her standing on the carriage, looking rather frail and thin, her pretty lips slightly pouting, appearing delicate and charming. She was nothing like the spoiled brat she had been when she teased him earlier; standing against the light, she seemed rather lonely and pitiful. Mu Yunhe was somewhat dazed and, as if possessed, he scolded, "Don't be silly!"
But in those words, there wasn't a trace of genuine dissatisfaction or anger; there was only an obvious and shocking display of intimacy.
Luo Ningshuang instantly became highly vigilant, staring at Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng in shock, her eyes almost blinded with jealousy. The man she had finally managed to snatch had never been kind to her, so why was he being so nice to this barbaric woman?
Luo Zhiheng, however, scoffed and said, "Send me back. I don't care if she lives or dies."
Xia Beisong was also afraid that Luo Zhiheng would really leave and not treat Luo Ningshuang, so he said, "Why should the leader do this? She has come all this way, so please understand that Aheng is really not in good health and forgive her this once."
Luo Zhiheng sneered: "Just because you're not healthy doesn't mean you have no manners? Would you be willing to marry someone who's ill-mannered, selfish, and worse than an animal? Would you forgive her?"
"Leader, watch your words!" Xia Beisong snapped at her angrily.
Luo Zhiheng gritted her teeth, turned to Mu Yunhe and yelled, her voice full of grievance as if she couldn't go on living after being scolded: "Are you going to take me back or not? If you're not, I'll walk back myself. Even if I'm not familiar with this place, even if I get eaten by wolves while walking at night, I won't stay here and refuse to treat her."
Her voice trembled with tears as soon as she opened her mouth. Mu Yunhe wasn't stupid; he knew she was acting and deceiving him. But he couldn't control his soft-hearted emotions, and his tightly pursed lips uttered a harsh yet infinitely compromising question: "What do you want in return for staying?"
Luo Zhiheng stopped crying, making a fuss, and acting aggrieved all at once. Instead, she openly told everyone, "Grandma, I was just acting. I was just waiting for some benefits, so what?" This left everyone feeling helpless, devastated, and furious.
She hooked her finger and said coquettishly, "If you carry me down from the carriage, I won't hold that ill-mannered person's disrespect against me against you."
Luo Ningshuang could no longer bear it: "Don't you have legs? You have no shame and make someone carry you down. Are you crippled?"
Luo Zhiheng fully demonstrated her good upbringing, not arguing with Luo Ningshuang, but her eyes reddened again, and she shouted: "Send me back, I'm not staying here. She's asking for death, do you think I can stop her?"
Mu Yunhe was feeling overwhelmed by the two women, but Luo Ningshuang's attitude suddenly aroused his disgust. He was trying to find a way to heal her and make her better, but she not only didn't cooperate, she also sabotaged him at every turn. In that instant of disgust, Mu Yunhe also felt a deep sense of guilt stemming from the love he held for Luo Zhiheng within his very soul. This tormented Mu Yunhe greatly.
He quickly walked to the carriage, grabbed Luo Zhiheng's waist with his strong arms, lifted her legs with one hand, and nimbly lifted her down.
Luo Ningshuang was dumbfounded. In the end, she hadn't been able to stop Mu Yunhe?! In that instant, Luo Ningshuang was almost driven mad by jealousy and envy.
Luo Zhiheng deliberately raised her gaze provocatively towards Luo Ningshuang, as if to say, "Are you angry? Are you sad? Have you lost face? Even though I'm Luo Zhiheng, my status doesn't mean you can get away with anything. You fake, a fake will always be a fake. You only deserve to watch others being affectionate and sweet!"
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467 Acting! Furious!
Updated: 2013-11-29 15:24:02 Word Count: 7656
Luo Zhiheng's attitude towards Mu Yunhe was undeniably clingy, which Xia Beisong was happy to see, Luo Ningshuang was jealous and alarmed, while Mu Yunhe was conflicted.
Mu Yunhe felt helpless as the female leader approached him, yet he also felt guilty towards Luo Zhiheng from his memories. He remained silent, often retreating cautiously or distancing himself from Luo Zhiheng, but he couldn't do anything that might disturb Luo Zhiheng's enthusiasm for him.
The group strolled along the riverbank. Luo Ningshuang would possessively pull on Mu Yunhe's arm. Although Mu Yunhe felt some resistance, he didn't openly slap Luo Ningshuang in the face. Seeing that Mu Yunhe didn't object to her touch, Luo Ningshuang would look at Luo Zhiheng with a smug and provocative expression.
Luo Zhiheng's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if she were ignoring everything, but in her mind she was thinking about how to torment Luo Ningshuang.
"Alright, you don't need to go over there. The place up ahead looks pretty good. I'll take her there for treatment. Like I said, none of you are allowed near her while I'm treating her. If you make any noise and any of you dare come over, don't blame me if I have to stop treatment halfway through. Also, if anyone disturbs me on the way, she might immediately fall into a coma and never wake up again." Luo Zhiheng casually made up a story, yet she spoke with such seriousness and conviction.
Mu Yunhe said, "I won't disturb you."
Xia Beisong also hurriedly assured her that he wouldn't disturb her, his words much more polite than before. Luo Zhiheng merely glanced at him indifferently, not looking at Xia Beisong at all.
Luo Ningshuang's smugness and desire to win favor vanished instantly, replaced by boundless terror and disgust. She gripped Mu Yunhe's wrist tightly and pleaded, "No! I can't be healed by her. She doesn't know anything, she only tortures me. Yunhe, believe me, I'll get better. I'll get better even without her."
Mu Yunhe frowned, and his handsome face gradually revealed a hint of impatience and coldness: "How can you get better on your own? Just let her treat you obediently. Once you're completely healed, you won't need any more treatment. Don't be silly."
Luo Ningshuang hurriedly said, "I'm not being silly! This person is malicious; she's a bad person. She wants to kill me. Believe me, Yunhe, her treatment is really painful. She...she..."
Luo Zhiheng interrupted Luo Ningshuang with a sharp shout, her face turning ugly as she said, "What do you mean? I went to great lengths to save you, hoping you would recover, and you're accusing me? Why would I want to harm you? We're complete strangers, we have no grudges against each other, why would I want to harm you? Tell me!"
Luo Ningshuang was speechless, her face turning ugly. Suddenly, she shouted, "Because I am Mu Yunhe's wife, and you love Mu Yunhe, you want to kill me and take my place!"
Everyone was stunned by her words. Mu Yunhe's expression gradually turned ugly, but Luo Zhiheng laughed: "Oh? Where did you see that?"
Good eye. But you're wrong about one thing. Luo Zhiheng isn't trying to replace you; she's a phoenix returning to its fold! The position next to Mu Yunhe was originally meant for her.
The more Luo Ningshuang spoke, the more reasonable she felt, and she angrily retorted, "Anyone with eyes can see what you're thinking. But let me tell you, you're daydreaming! Mu Yunhe's feelings for me, Luo Zhiheng, will never change. He only loves me. No one in this world can surpass me in Mu Yunhe's heart. Everything you've done now is nothing but self-humiliation. Mu Yunhe will never leave me."
Luo Zhiheng calmly watched Luo Ningshuang shouting and yelling. Hearing her words, Luo Zhiheng laughed so hard she almost fell over. Wasn't it hilarious? So, Luo Ningshuang, you also know that in Mu Yunhe's heart, there will always only be one Luo Zhiheng? Then why are you still standing there shouting and yelling? You can never replace Luo Zhiheng in Mu Yunhe's heart.
"You see things very clearly. If you're really that confident, why are you treating me so irrationally and irrationally? If Mu Yunhe really loves you so deeply, if your relationship is really so unbreakable, then why are you so nervous and afraid? If you're so confident, why do you even care about me?" Luo Zhiheng said coldly.
Luo Ningshuang trembled with rage. She didn't see herself as an illegitimate woman being a concubine; she felt that as Mu Yunhe's wife, she had the right to stop any woman who tried to get close to him. Those shameless vixens would never be allowed into Mu Yunhe's harem. She now looked at Luo Zhiheng with the same disdain one might show to a vixen.
She's been labeled a vixen, a seductress who lures other women's men, so why is she still so self-righteous? Why does she dare to show her face in public?
Luo Ningshuang roared in fury, "A shameless slut like you should be sold into a brothel as a prostitute!"
"Enough!" To everyone's surprise, Mu Yunhe suddenly roared, his voice filled with icy coldness and anger. In that instant, his gaze toward Luo Ningshuang was so cold that it seemed he wanted to tear her apart alive.
Luo Ningshuang had never seen such a terrifying gaze before, as if she were seeing darkness, death, and destruction. Her face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively staggered back a few steps, choking back tears and unable to speak. In that instant, she was so frightened that she revealed her true nature, where was the toughness and strength that belonged to Luo Zhiheng?
A flicker of unknown disappointment crossed Mu Yunhe's eyes. The Luo Zhiheng he remembered shouldn't be like this. She was unreasonable, like a madwoman, always yelling and shouting, and even rude and suspicious.
The Luo Zhiheng I remembered, though mischievous, would never have possessed this kind of unpleasant quality. The Luo Zhiheng I remembered was always arrogant and radiant, but never as irritating as she was today. The Luo Zhiheng I remembered could laugh wildly and act ruthlessly, but she had never spoken so harshly to someone who had been kind to her!
This is not the woman Mu Yunhe remembers!
The Luo Zhiheng before him possessed a face identical to the one in his memory, yet she lacked the poise, elegance, and inner depth that the Luo Zhiheng of his memory should have had. Mu Yunhe felt a strong and terrifying sense of dislocation, as if this person before him could never truly merge with the Aheng of his memory!
Why is it that after only three years of slumber, she woke up having forgotten everything, yet seemed like a completely different person? Could the severe injury she suffered three years ago have truly caused such a huge consequence for Luo Zhiheng?
Mu Yunhe's mind was in turmoil. Because of the strange and painful feeling, his handsome face became increasingly gloomy and terrifying.
Luo Ningshuang was horrified to see the disgust in Mu Yunhe's eyes. She was utterly horrified. Her only means of survival now was relying on Mu Yunhe. She didn't have Luo Zhiheng's skills, her dazzling talents and endless tricks, nor did she possess Luo Zhiheng's flattering skills. All she had was a face exactly like Luo Zhiheng's. She could only rely on this face to keep Mu Yunhe around. Without Mu Yunhe, she had nothing.
She absolutely cannot anger Mu Yunhe!
"Yunhe, are you being mean to me?" Luo Ningshuang instantly imitated Luo Zhiheng again, her confident attitude towards Mu Yunhe, her expression and gaze were almost identical.
Zhiyou's first time in Luoyang. Even Luo Zhiheng herself was momentarily dazed when she saw Luo Ningshuang like this.
No wonder Luo Ningshuang could accept such an unbelievable conspiracy. No wonder Luo Ningshuang could so confidently say in front of her that she wouldn't give herself away. Just because Luo Ningshuang imitated Luo Zhiheng so perfectly, even if Luo Ningshuang had many mistakes, as long as Mu Yunhe's love for Luo Zhiheng remained unchanged, and Luo Ningshuang showed Luo Zhiheng's expression and personality at the crucial moment, I'm afraid Luo Ningshuang would stand firm forever.
This is terrifying! Having the same face is terrifying enough, but Luo Ningshuang's dark personality makes it even more terrifying. Now, with this skill added on, if Luo Zhiheng hadn't been lucky enough to survive, if she hadn't struggled to crawl out of hell to seek revenge, she would probably have died with resentment for the rest of her life, and even in death, her soul would not find peace.
Luo Zhiheng's gaze suddenly turned fierce. She suppressed the urge to rush up and tear off Luo Ningshuang's hypocritical face. She told herself again and again to hold back, because a small act of impatience could ruin a great plan, and she must not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of a small thing.
As expected, when Mu Yunhe saw someone who resembled Luo Zhiheng in the past, all his imposing manner and coldness softened. Even the slight disgust that he himself was unaware of instantly vanished, replaced by deep guilt and fear.
He was also terrified by his own thoughts. He was the last vestige of Mu Yunhe's soul; it wouldn't be accurate to say he wasn't Mu Yunhe. He simply couldn't fully and profoundly comprehend the complete emotions Mu Yunhe felt for Luo Zhiheng. Yet, he still inherited the connection and feelings he had for Luo Zhiheng. It seemed that the loathing he had felt for Luo Zhiheng just moments before was a heinous crime, something that would cause him unbearable pain.
The woman he deeply loved, yet he had such emotions; at that moment, he seemed to see betrayal!
Overwhelmed by excruciating pain and guilt, he was engulfed and submerged. The sense of guilt was ever-present, and at that moment, Mu Yunhe had the urge to slap himself.
"Aheng..." He couldn't help but call out the affectionate name that had been hidden in his soul for many years, his eyes glazed over, almost in a daze.
Luo Zhiheng's face was a mixture of deep sadness and emotion, but it was hidden by the golden mask.
Luo Ningshuang's face lit up with surprise, and she suddenly threw herself into Mu Yunhe's arms. That moment seemed to strike Luo Zhiheng's heart as well. Watching them embrace, she felt such pain.
"Yunhe, I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have been unconscious for three years, leaving you all alone to guard me, causing you to be gossiped about, causing you so much pain and despair. But I've woken up now, and I will stay by your side and never leave you. Although I don't remember the past, I still have feelings for you. I can still feel my heart pounding when I see you. Yunhe, don't be angry. I know my personality has changed, and sometimes I feel like I'm not myself, which is terrible. But I am still your Aheng. You love me the most, how can you not feel that? Don't be harsh with me, give me time, I will definitely remember you as soon as possible." Luo Ningshuang spoke with great emotion, tears streaming down her face, her voice both strong and gentle, her past and future intertwined, drawing Mu Yunhe into the memories she had woven.
Luo Zhiheng truly had to admire Luo Ningshuang. She was indeed worthy of someone who had lived two lives; her acting was spot-on. And Luo Ningshuang probably knew something about Mu Yunhe in her past life, right? Otherwise, how could she dare to do such a shocking thing? Kill her own sister, take her place, enjoy her sister's wealth and status, and possess her sister's man?
"It's my fault, just now I..." Mu Yunhe felt a pang of heartache at Luo Ningshuang's words. His face was conflicted. Whether the past in his memories was good or bad, it could only bring him beauty and happiness now. It was the last piece of his heart left in this world, and no one could destroy it. 17904112