The reason why Luo Ningshuang could kill Luo Zhiheng without hesitation was entirely because Luo Ningshuang had become heartless, inhuman, and irrational. The essential difference between Luo Zhiheng and Luo Zhiwu and Luo Ningshuang was that they had humanity and they still cared about their family.
But Luo Zhiwu was willing to take the blame and be the villain so that Luo Zhiheng wouldn't be despised, cursed, or scorned by the world. It didn't matter to her, as long as her sister was alright.
"If you want to keep me here, we'll see if you have the ability." Luo Zhiwu smiled wickedly, his usual roguish and irreverent manner returning. He didn't even bother to disguise his voice anymore.
Fortunately, the man didn't know Luo Zhiwu's identity either. Upon hearing this, he coldly said, "Since you dare to come out and stop you, you can naturally be kept here as well."
As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people emerged, each one imposing as they rushed towards Luo Zhiwu.
The two sides fought fiercely for a moment, but it was clear that Luo Zhiwu's stamina was rapidly declining. She was about to give up, like a spent arrow, only trying to keep herself from collapsing for the sake of her inherent pride and dignity.
Mu Yunhe strode in, his eyes bright in the darkness, his handsome face hidden in the night. He stood at the door, looking at the chaotic scene in the courtyard, his eyes narrowing instinctively. He hadn't expected anyone to attempt to assassinate Luo Zhiheng, and he assumed it was still Rui Lin. So when he learned of the attack, he immediately ordered that no one be harmed and that she be captured alive.
But at this moment, it's clear this person isn't Ruilin. Then who could it be? When did Luo Zhiheng attract so many enemies? She's been caught in a web of assassinations the moment she woke up.
But as long as it's not Ruilin, it won't be too difficult for him.
"Who are you?" Mu Yunhe asked as the man in black finally kicked Luo Zhiwu and she fell to the ground.
Luo Zhiwu staggered a few steps before finally regaining his balance, his temper already flaring. He glared coldly at Mu Yunhe, about to speak, when a sharp shout interrupted him: "Let him go!"
Upon hearing the sound, Luo Zhiwu's eyes widened immediately, and she nervously looked towards the courtyard wall. A petite figure jumped down from above.
Mu Yunhe's pupils constricted. Hearing her voice, he felt a surge of rage, almost driving him to madness. Seeing her actions, all that remained was shock, anger, and anxiety. Before his brain could even process it, he instinctively rushed forward, shouting angrily, "Watch out!"
Luo Zhiheng jumped down and was caught in Mu Yunhe's arms, but Luo Zhiheng's body was really fragile. Jumping from such a high courtyard wall, even though Mu Yunhe caught her, there was only a crisp cracking sound. No one knew where she had broken off.
Upon hearing the crisp sound, Mu Yunhe's eyelids twitched violently. He hugged her tightly and hurriedly asked, "What happened? Where did you bump into?"
Luo Zhiheng winced in pain, trembling violently in his arms, her voice, still tinged with drunkenness, trembling with sobs: "It hurts so much! It's all your fault!"
Mu Yunhe was truly at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated. She had worn down his temper and anger. Could this woman be any more unreasonable? She jumped down herself, and now she was blaming him? Yet, Mu Yunhe's words were incredibly accommodating: "Blame me? Where does it hurt?"
The sound just now clearly indicated a broken bone. Mu Yunhe was anxious and carried her outside, wanting to take her to his courtyard to find a doctor.
"Where are you taking me? Put me down!" Luo Zhiheng struggled. Her brother still had a knife to his neck. Where was this person taking her? Looking back at Luo Zhiwu's appearance, Luo Zhiheng felt heartbroken. She angrily slapped Mu Yunhe's shoulder, occasionally hitting his face: "Let go of me! Who told you to grab him?"
Mu Yunhe's face darkened. Was this woman an idiot? Helping the assassin who had clearly committed murder in front of so many people. Even if he didn't pursue the matter for her sake, it would be difficult to let the assassin go. He glared at her and said angrily, "Shut up. I'm taking you to see a doctor."
"I don't want to go. I'll go if you let him go." Luo Zhiheng was still drunk. If she hadn't woken up in a daze and couldn't find Luo Zhiwu, if she hadn't still had some sense and thought that Luo Zhiwu might come to settle scores with Luo Ningshuang, if she hadn't rushed here in a daze, her brother would probably have been killed by Mu Yunhe today.
Thinking of this, Luo Zhiheng suddenly widened her eyes and angrily shouted at Mu Yunhe, "Let go of me, I don't want you to hold me."
"Stop fooling around!" She squirmed wildly, almost falling out of Mu Yunhe's arms. Mu Yunhe broke out in a cold sweat, hissing and his face turning extremely ugly. He thought, consumed by jealousy, "Does she care that much about that man?" Don't think he didn't know who that man was. Judging from his figure and Luo Zhiheng's protectiveness towards him, Mu Yunhe could figure it out even with his toes—it could only be Luo Zhiwu!
The more she cared about that man, the less he would let Luo Zhiwu go!
"You're being ridiculous! Who is he to you? How dare you offend him? You'll regret it later!" Luo Zhiheng yelled, letting out a burp.
Mu Yunhe's face darkened further, and he almost gritted his teeth as he said, "You've been drinking?"
"What? You can't do that?" Luo Zhiheng glared at him sideways, her arrogance and sharp edges radiating, and said fiercely, "Hurry up and send it to him, or I'll fight you to the death."
Mu Yunhe was furious and could barely control himself. His eyes blazed with fury, and his jealousy made him blurt out, "You're going to fight me for him? Ha! Weren't you deeply in love with me? Didn't you like me? How come you've fallen for someone else in just two days? Now you're going to fight me for another man. Ruilin, your love is too short-lived."
Luo Zhiheng felt a little dizzy and was annoyed by Mu Yunhe's words, but she didn't explain. Instead, she deliberately teased him, saying, "Yes, my love is so short-lived. I like you today, but I might fall for someone else tomorrow. What can I do? Who told you not to cherish me? Who do you think you are? Do you think everyone has to love you to death every day? Don't be so narcissistic, okay? If you don't want me, can't I find someone else?"
"Drunk words speak the truth, Ruilin, isn't this what you really think?" Mu Yunhe was icy cold. If it weren't for the woman in his arms being her, he might very well have hit her! Even now, Mu Yunhe was completely enraged by anger, embarrassment, sadness, and panic. He released Luo Zhiheng roughly, and seeing her swaying unsteadily, he didn't even help her up, coldly saying, "You heartless woman, it's a good thing I didn't choose your affections, otherwise, wouldn't I be the one you abandoned today? Your love is truly terrifying; I really can't afford it. Leave before I completely lose my temper, or you'll face the consequences!"
Luo Zhiheng's head was throbbing with pain. Hearing this, she was truly enraged and forcefully shoved Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe instinctively dodged, and Luo Zhiheng lost her balance, falling heavily forward. Mu Yunhe was right behind her, easily able to catch her. Mu Yunhe was also startled and did reach out, but before he could grab her, Luo Zhiwu broke through the swords and rushed over, causing Luo Zhiheng to crash headfirst into his arms.
Mu Yunhe's hand almost instantly cooled, stiffened, and went numb in the air. He slowly clenched it into a fist, then finally let it fall. He stiffly turned his gaze elsewhere, but couldn't help turning it back to sweep over the two people's ambiguous embrace. Mu Yunhe's eyes almost froze.
Luo Zhiheng straightened up, her head hurting even more from the bump, and her anger flared up even more. Even the effects of the alcohol seemed to have worn off. She shook her head and looked back at Mu Yunhe, only to see him looking away indifferently. She was both heartbroken and furious, and roared, "Mu Yunhe, how dare you bully me!"
Mu Yunhe remained silent, but in his heart he thought, "You've already fallen for someone else. With your new love coming to the rescue at the crucial moment, do you still need me? How dare I bully you? You could make me wish I were dead with just one word."
"You're still ignoring me! Mu Yunhe, you think you're so great? What are you going to do? Do you not like me? Do you want to hit me?" Luo Zhiheng became more and more aggrieved as she spoke. The biggest characteristic of her, who rarely gets drunk but becomes troublesome when drunk, is that she becomes unreasonable and will argue even if she is rude.
Luo Zhiwu, watching from the side, wondered if this was going a bit too far. Her sister was being incredibly unreasonable. It was quite remarkable that Mu Yunhe could tolerate her bad temper. However, her sister was innocent; even Mu Yunhe, as good as he was, had his faults.
Luo Zhiwu grabbed Luo Zhiheng and coaxed her in a low voice, "Stop making a fuss, let's go home quickly, you have to go to sleep obediently." Once you're awake, don't act up, being unreasonable and nagging is really not pleasant.
Luo Zhiheng shook her head, looked at her brother with two heads, and immediately forgot about making things difficult for Mu Yunhe. She pinched her brother's face mask and chuckled, "Two heads, such big heads."
Luo Zhiwu's face was dark, and her two heads looked like monsters; the little girl was really drunk. Luo Zhiwu had no choice but to half-embrace her and say to Mu Yunhe, "Will you let me leave? This girl is really drunk."
Look at this mess! An assassin, once captured, should be killed immediately, but now it's acting like the assassin is in the right, shouting and behaving arrogantly as he speaks to the victim.
The servants and guards in the courtyard looked at each other, puzzled as to who this woman who had suddenly appeared was. She was someone who could prevent two men who were clearly enemies from making peace, but also prevent them from fighting.
The moment Mu Yunhe saw Luo Zhiwu holding Luo Zhiheng, he felt a prickling unease, as if his body was covered in thorns. He said coldly, "You sneaked into my residence at night and injured my wife. Do you really think my divine residence is some kind of marketplace? That you can come and go as you please? As for her, since she can't drink, yet she drank so much, what does it matter to me how much she drinks? She has already fallen for someone else. Hasn't she fallen for you? Then it's your business to concern you with her affairs."
Luo Zhiwu thought Mu Yunhe was a petty and awkward man. He clearly didn't dare hurt her anymore, the assassin, yet he was still being stubborn and unwilling. He was obviously extremely jealous. How did Luo Zhiheng deal with such an awkward man?
"Then what do you want? To kill me?" Now that Mu Yunhe had figured out his identity, Luo Zhiwu had no reason to hide it anymore. She didn't believe that Mu Yunhe would reveal his identity. After all, he was an assassin who had just assassinated 'Luo Zhiheng'. If people knew that he was 'Luo Zhiheng's' brother, things would only get more interesting.
"You think I wouldn't dare?" Mu Yunhe narrowed his eyes, his whole being exuding sharpness and ruthlessness.
"I believe you dare. But if you kill me, this girl will never forgive you for the rest of her life. Killing me is the same as killing her with your own hands. You're not stupid, can't you tell the difference between what's important and what's not?" Luo Zhiwu found it very enjoyable and satisfying to provoke Mu Yunhe. Watching Mu Yunhe's face, which was more handsome than any other man's, change unpredictably due to anger and jealousy, gave Luo Zhiwu a great sense of accomplishment.
How many people in the world can make a dignified diviner turn ashen-faced?
Mu Yunhe's voice became uncontrollably sharp: "Do you really think you're someone important? A fickle woman like her loves this one today and that one tomorrow. You might be completely abandoned by her tomorrow. Do you think she would bother with you?"
"We'll only know if it works after we try, Mu Yunhe. Are you going to give it a try? Fine, then kill me now. I'd like to know just how much she cares about me." Luo Zhiwu laughed arrogantly, patting Luo Zhiheng's cheek and asking, "Little girl, are you willing to let me die?"
Luo Zhiheng instinctively hugged Luo Zhiwu's neck and shouted, "No! I can't let you die!"
Mu Yunhe's face turned completely black, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He glared at Luo Zhiheng with eyes blazing with fury.
Luo Zhiwu continued to provoke Mu Yunhe, shaking Luo Zhiheng in her arms and asking, "If Mu Yunhe kills me, will you avenge me?"
Luo Zhiheng didn't answer immediately. Instead, she nuzzled her head against Luo Zhiwu's neck, blinked in confusion, and asked, "Why would Mu Yunhe want to kill you? He can't kill you, or I'll hate him to death."
Luo Zhiwu raised her eyebrows triumphantly and saw Mu Yunhe's face turn deathly pale. The night was too dark, and if they hadn't been so close, Luo Zhiwu might have missed the hurt in Mu Yunhe's eyes.
She really had fallen for someone else. What kind of relationship is this? Just two days ago she was forcing herself like that, and now she's already fallen for someone else. Ruilin, is your affection really that superficial? Mu Yunhe couldn't believe that Ruilin was that kind of person, but everything seemed to confirm it.
Mu Yunhe's face darkened, and a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. No one else took it seriously, yet he was the first to fall for her, and so deeply, so hopelessly. Mu Yunhe, how could you let a woman trap you? Since she no longer loves you, doesn't want you anymore, and is making things difficult for you for another man, why should you care about such a heartless and ungrateful woman!
"You can leave now. When she's sober, remember to tell her this is the last time I'll help her. Consider it the price for severing ties. From today onwards, we're going our separate ways. Whatever she does, if she offends me, don't blame me for not showing any mercy!" Mu Yunhe said coldly, not even glancing at the dazed Luo Zhiheng again. He spoke coldly, but his expression was so twisted.
Luo Zhiwu raised an eyebrow, glancing at the still clueless Luo Zhiheng, truly unsure whether to laugh or cry. She could only feel immense sympathy for Mu Yunhe; he had misunderstood something terribly, and she hoped he wouldn't regret it later. However, Luo Zhiwu wouldn't tell Mu Yunhe; this was a matter between Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe.
Luo Zhiwu led Luo Zhiheng away, and the people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment. The head of the secret guards couldn't help but ask, "Master, how are we going to explain this to the Princess Consort? She is injured, and seriously so. The secret guards inside pressed her acupoints to stop the bleeding, but she is still in great danger. Moreover, if General Luo from the General's Mansion finds out about this, I'm afraid things won't end well."
Hmph, General Luo? It was Luo Zhiwu who came to assassinate his sister!
Mu Yunhe scoffed inwardly, realizing he truly didn't care about Luo Zhiheng at all. He was in a house just a dozen meters away, her injuries serious and her condition unknown, yet he had no intention of going in to check on her. Had his feelings for Luo Zhiheng really become so indifferent? He even called Ruilin heartless and ungrateful; what difference was there between him and Ruilin?
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The news of Luo Ningshuang's injury could not be hidden and reached the court the next day. The civil and military officials were shocked by Mu Yunhe's calm and composed demeanor. Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe's close relationship was well-known, but Mu Yunhe not only wasn't at home with Luo Zhiheng today, but he also came to court so calmly. Could the rumors be false?
The emperor also inquired with concern, and Mu Yunhe did not deny it, which surprised the officials even more. Why did Mu Yunhe seem to care less about Luo Zhiheng?
After court, Elder Tong and General Murong intercepted Mu Yunhe. Elder Tong carefully considered his words and said kindly, "What's going on between you and the Princess lately? Why are you still attending court when the Princess is injured?"
"Exactly, is Luo Zhiheng's injury that serious?" General Murong asked anxiously.
Mu Yunhe said indifferently, "There was a sword piercing through her abdomen and another stabbing into her heart, but fortunately the guards rushed in in time and did not cause too serious consequences. However, the doctor said that the sword in her abdomen may cause her to be unable to have children in the future."
Mu Yunhe's indifferent, almost cold words nearly caused an uproar in the hearts of Elder Tong and General Murong!
Mu Yunhe's identity as a diviner priest will certainly not be passed down, and outsiders will have even less chance of accessing it. Only Mu Yunhe's offspring may inherit the priest's identity or skills. They have long been looking forward to the birth of Mu Yunhe's child, but because Luo Zhiheng has been in a coma for three years, they cannot go too far.
Luo Zhiheng has recovered, and it's time to start thinking about having a baby. But who knew that Luo Zhiheng would suffer so many misfortunes since waking up? She was disfigured a few days ago, and yesterday she almost lost her life. Could she really be this unlucky?
To make matters worse, Luo Zhiheng could no longer have children, a devastating blow to the two elders. In ancient times, a woman who couldn't have children was considered useless, despised and scorned. While they wouldn't treat Luo Zhiheng that way, Mu Yunhe still didn't have a child. What would happen to them if Luo Zhiheng couldn't have children?
"How could this happen? Could it be a misdiagnosis? Quickly, find the imperial physician to take a look! This is a serious matter, you can't be so careless!" Old Master Tong's eyes were red with anxiety.
General Murong paced anxiously, trying to hold back his anger, but he couldn't help but yell, "Mu Yunhe, why are you so cold to Luo Zhiheng? Tell me, have you really fallen for someone else? You can't do this! You and Luo Zhiheng have been through so much together, facing all the storms together. Don't you love her deeply? How can you fall for someone else?"
Upon hearing General Murong's words, Elder Tong finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Is the person you like that barbarian female chieftain?"
"It must be that woman. I've disliked her for a long time. She dares to flirt with men in public. Seducing men is no problem for her." Old Tong asserted to himself.
General Murong muttered to himself, "I think that leader is alright, he just doesn't care much about his reputation. But he has a good temper."
Mu Yunhe was already troubled by Ruilin, and hearing others talk about Ruilin now made him irritable, but he still patiently said, "Please don't overthink it, I will never have anything to do with Ruilin, never."
The two elders were taken aback, and General Murong said awkwardly, "Have you two had a falling out?"
"Can you be serious for once! The main issue right now is that Luo Zhiheng can't get pregnant! What will happen to Mu Yunhe in the future? There's no successor for the diviner, what will become of the Mu Dynasty!" Old Tong was furious as he waited for General Murong, feeling that this old man was too unreliable.
"There's no rush about the child. I'll do everything I can to find the best doctors in the world to treat her. Whether she can recover is still unknown." Mu Yunhe didn't want to have a child with Luo Zhiheng from the bottom of his heart. Although he was despicable, since he didn't love Luo Zhiheng anymore, why should he harm her and ruin her life?
But Luo Zhiheng is now unable to have children, so he can't leave her at this time. Therefore, Ruilin is truly a past that must be buried.
Luo Zhiheng slept until the sun was high in the sky, the best sleep she had had in years. She lazily got up and stretched, and had just gotten up to drink a glass of water when the Demoness rushed in, looking mysterious, and knelt down in front of her, saying, "Master, guess what the Demoness found out at the God's Mansion?"
Luo Zhiheng asked uninterestedly, "What? Could it be that Luo Ningshuang is dead?"
The demoness exclaimed excitedly, "It's even more satisfying than death! This will make that vile woman wish she were dead from now on!"
Luo Zhiheng became somewhat interested: "Oh? My revenge has only just begun. But judging from Luo Ningshuang's personality, even if she is disfigured, this woman probably won't be too desperate, because she is certain of Mu Yunhe's feelings for me. As long as she doesn't die, she can sit firmly on the throne of the princess no matter what. I really don't know what could make her wish she were dead. Tell me about it."
The demoness said with a look of great satisfaction, "Luo Ningshuang was assassinated last night. She has two fatal wounds, but she is not dead yet. Mu Yunhe is quite capable. The doctor he brought is also very miraculous. He managed to keep her alive. But there is also shocking news: the knife that pierced her abdomen will prevent her from having children in the future!"
With a bang, the teacup in Luo Zhiheng's hand fell to the ground and shattered. Her face was pale, but the demon was still excitedly saying, "That kind of vile woman is so heartless. It's really good that she didn't have any children. Otherwise, her children might have become some kind of terrible and harmful monsters. Children are such a wonderful thing, of course they should be given to good people. This is retribution for Luo Ningshuang!"
Luo Zhiheng's face paled inch by inch as the demonic woman spoke. She felt the pain that had been gone for so long return. She trembled all over, her ears and mind filled with the word "child." As if she had seen a ghost, she screamed and knocked the teacup off the table: "Stop talking!!"
The demon was startled, thinking that Luo Zhiheng was having a guilty conscience, and said with exasperation, "Master, what's wrong with you? It's a blessing from heaven that that beast Luo Ningshuang doesn't have children, it's Luo Ningshuang's own fault! Don't be so kind."
Luo Zhiheng looked up and roared, "I told you to shut up!"
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Chapter 487: Suspicion finally arises! A shocking lie! (Bonus chapter for 37,500 comments)
Updated: 2013-12-09 16:13:39 Word Count: 3508
The moment Luo Zhiheng looked up, her ruby-like eyes were already brimming with tears. So much pain, too much to bear, was about to spill from the depths of her eyes. Her past, so well buried, was a scar—it didn't hurt if left unmentioned, but once touched, it was an unbearable wound.