Mu Yuchengs Abkommen

Kapitel 75

He chuckled wickedly, "Master Jin, you've forgotten me so quickly? I'm Xiaobai."

"Xiaobai?" I exclaimed in astonishment, "Grandma's twisted dough sticks, Xiaobai, what happened to you? What happened to you?"

"Don't you like handsome men? I've had enough experience in the human world, and I can transform into human form now. I was created based on the image you dream of." He seemed deeply shocked by my expression.

I was speechless: "I'm only interested in real handsome men."

His handsome face fell. "You're bullying me."

I gave him a cold glance, not used to it in human form; it was cuter when it was a fluffy white ball. "What brings you here? You seem to have a lot of free time. If not, I'm going back."

Seeing me stand up, he frowned, looking somewhat troubled, and finally sighed, "You're going to die."

I stopped in my tracks, stunned.

Am I going to die?

I turned to look at him, and said with a hint of self-mockery, "So you sent me here to lessen my pain?"

He looked at me, shaking his head and nodding in pain, and finally said, "I won't let you die. No, they won't let you die either."

I lowered my head, gave a faint smile, and remained silent.

He abruptly said, "You guessed right. After you left, he sent over an eye and the Wuxie flower. Yijun initially refused to take it, but they had no choice but to return the medicine. Then they sent it over again. His servant said that if Yijun didn't accept it, a second eye would be sent the next day. Yijun was scolded by Qingci because of your stubbornness and refusal. Because they all understood that he willingly sent it over because of what you did in exchange."

I was a little stunned; he really did deliver it.

Thinking of his vibrant red robes and his desperate acceptance of death, I was stunned. But then, another figure appeared in my mind.

"You remembered him?" Xiaobai's tone was strange, as if she was blaming me.

I snapped out of my daze and looked at him blankly: "Who are you thinking of?"

He pursed his thin lips and said in a low voice, "Didn't I say before that I would bring someone to you?"

"That ugly slave!" I stared at him in astonishment, exclaiming, "Could he be him?"

"Hmph, you can still tell." He seemed angry with me.

I looked at him intently and asked seriously, "Who exactly is he? Have I forgotten something? He said I'm his wife, is that true?"

He stared intently at me, then suddenly shook his head, then nodded.

His expression was sorrowful, and he said in a deep voice, "You can only remember those things yourself. Although we are one body, I cannot do too much, or I will be punished by heaven. I just want to remind you to follow your heart, otherwise, one day you will miss out, and you will regret it."

I really don't understand the deeper meaning behind his words.

Perhaps one person will understand better.

Xiao Bai suddenly looked at me strangely, staring blankly at me with a sorrowful gaze. I found it odd, but didn't think much of it.

Suddenly, a fleeting look of sadness crossed his face, replaced by a somewhat flippant composure. He quietly said, "There was a man who, for the woman he loved, destroyed his vocal cords and took a painful, transformative pill to grow a new, hideously ugly face to save her. He knew she had forgotten him, knew his power was too insignificant to do it, yet he still did it. But the woman he loved truly forgot him, remembering nothing of him. Yet, he still smiled, a warm smile gazing at her, silently watching her from the side. Because, for him, whether she returned to his side or not was unimportant; what mattered was that she was alive, that she was still alive and well." Xiaobai looked at me as he spoke.

My expression was blank, my eyes unfocused, and without even realizing it, tears streamed down my cheeks. The tears continued to flow uncontrollably, like a tap without a valve, flowing endlessly. I touched my warm cheeks, puzzled. How strange, why did my heart ache so much, why was I so sad? Tears flowed freely from my body; my heart was breaking.

I looked at him and asked softly, "Is that person Yijun's father?"

Xiao Bai remained silent. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm leaving. You can't die. You must live well. Someone is calling you. Go back now."

"Hey..." I called out to him, but he didn't turn around and disappeared in an instant.

It's such a strange feeling. He seems like Xiaobai, but he doesn't seem to be. It's as if I'm being spoken to by two different people. That heart-wrenching gaze touched my soul.

I'm so sad.

"Mom...you're crying. Did something bad happen in your dream?" Suddenly, Yijun's sweet, melodious voice reached my ears. Then I felt someone wiping my cheek. Had the tears from my dream flowed into reality? I closed my eyes and suddenly found myself back in darkness. I had no strength left. I wanted to respond to her, but my mouth wouldn't open. I wanted to open my eyes to see her, but they felt glued shut.

Has her curse been lifted?

The melodious, flowing voice of Yijun still lingered in my ears: "Mom, don't worry, Yijun isn't worried at all, and Yijun isn't afraid at all. I know Mom will wake up." Her voice was slightly choked, but she tried her best to suppress the strangeness and said calmly, "When Yijun was lying alone in the inn room, Yijun wasn't afraid either. Yijun isn't afraid of death, but she also knew that Mom would definitely save me. I've always had faith in Mom. Mom, no matter what, Yijun will be strong because Yijun is Anjin's daughter, a legendary daughter of this continent. So, I've always tried my best not to disappoint Mom, not to disgrace Mom. I've done a good job, haven't I?" As she spoke, she suddenly chuckled softly. However, I felt a warm sensation on my cheek.

She's so much like me; even when she cries, she smiles through the tears. Equally strong.

Just then, Qingci's voice suddenly rang out: "Young Master, don't worry. I will definitely save you. I will do whatever it takes to save you."

Chapter 157 Memories Flow (Part 2)

"Where's Qingci? Where's Qingci?! Damn it, are you all mute?! Answer me!!" I roared, grabbing their collars like a madman.

This was the first time they had ever seen me so angry and out of control, yet they didn't flinch. Because they understood how much pain I was in. Their eyes were filled with tears; they were all heartbroken.

I finally collapsed to the ground, utterly helpless and bewildered, and said for the first time, "My Xuanwu King, how could he disappear? How could he be gone?"

I clutched my hair in anguish, muttering, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been so willful, if I hadn't... how could he... how could he... it's all my fault, why did you save me?! Why?!" I cried out in anguish, blaming myself.

I never imagined he would make such a huge sacrifice for me!

My waking up was the moment he disappeared from this world.

It is the disappearance of the blue thorn.

I still remember his last words to me: "Young Master, sometimes I think, if I hadn't met you, if I hadn't saved you, then you wouldn't have chosen to enter the palace to fulfill my wishes, then you wouldn't have suffered so much. You wouldn't have been so tormented that you forced yourself to forget everything. Young Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. You did so much for us, you sacrificed so much. To protect Junjin, to protect Jin Kingdom, to protect everyone you've warmed, you gave up everything. Young Master, I won't let you die, it's time for Qingci to repay you." As he finished speaking, I heard soft, suppressed sobs in my sleep.

I covered my face with my fingers in anguish, and tears streamed down my face as everyone stared in astonishment.

Bluethorn, Bluethorn, how could you be so foolish? I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy.

I suddenly remembered a familiar conversation, as if it had happened just yesterday.

"Chen Ningyuan, I need antidotes for a lot of poisons, especially those that the women in the palace are good at using." My tone was very roguish.

"What are you going to do with all this?" I asked, puzzled.

I yelled impatiently, "What are you doing?! It's to survive, of course!" as if I'd heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You've been poisoned?" The tone was worried and tense.

She pouted and rolled her eyes: "That's just routine, okay? I always use my internal energy to expel the poison, but if the residual toxins stay in my body for too long, it's not good for me. Your medicine has to be very effective, otherwise I'll die before I can save myself."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll get it for you as soon as possible. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." It's a promise.

"I know. Sigh... there's never any peace and quiet in this cold palace." He sighed listlessly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Who made you so special?" Chen Ningyuan murmured softly to himself.

"What?"

"……fine."

This was the last time she called him Chen Ningyuan.

In the palace, women... so familiar yet so strange.

With a sorrowful expression and a numb demeanor, the girl said in a cold and indifferent tone, "I'm leaving."

Qingci looked heartbroken and said guiltily, "Young Master should have left long ago."

The girl sneered and suddenly said, "Before I leave, I want you to develop a medicine."

"What medicine?" came the question in a surprised tone.

"After taking it, the person will be silent and lifeless for seven days, as if dead. There will be no breath or heartbeat, and no one will suspect anything. After seven days, they will wake up."

"Young Master—could it be…?" Qingci asked, his expression strange as he frowned and guessed.

"Yes. You're right. What I want is to fake my death and leave the palace." The girl's eyes were filled with despair.

"But what about the young master's health?"

"I have my own way of getting my body out of the palace unharmed. You just need to look for me downstream in the river outside the city." The girl's tone was calm, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Young Master, that's too risky."

"Don't worry. Xiao Qi and Ge Kong know what to do. You just need to prepare the medicine I need," the girl instructed calmly.

"Young Master—" Qingci looked at the young master with a pained expression.

The girl said casually, "I've planned everything. My death can save the Xie family, and it can also allow me to leave this place and go to a wider world. Qingci, you don't need to feel sorry for me; you should be happy for me."

Qingci choked back, "Qingci is happy for Young Master, but Young Master doesn't have to feel so wronged. If Young Master wants, he can make those people disappear without a trace without Young Master having to do anything."

The girl turned her head and said calmly, "Do you think I don't know what those people are up to? I just don't want to bother with them. As the emperor's women, they are already pitiful and pathetic enough. Why should I bother with them? Besides, it was all caused by that person. I just want to do my best to atone for his sins. So, I don't want to bother with them."

"Young Master—" Qingci asked worriedly.

"You should all leave beforehand. I've made all the arrangements for you. Leave the palace. Let me face this alone. I want to put an end to this with him and leave this place quietly. Don't worry about me," the girl instructed.

Qingci sighed helplessly, but still respectfully replied, "Understood, young master."

A jumble of memories flashed through my mind. I couldn't make out the faces of the people in the video, nor did I know who they were. All I could hear was their voices echoing in my head, and my head was throbbing with pain.

I sat slumped on the ground for a long time, speechless.

He just convulsed in pain, choking back sobs. He didn't want to make a sound, so he endured the pain in his chest.

Suddenly, Lian stepped forward and said respectfully to me, "Young Master, when Qingci left, he asked us to tell you that he had no regrets."

Xiao Qi's face was full of pain; he was the person who had spent the longest time with Qing Ci.

"Before the young master woke up, Qingci had already gone to Kunlun Mountain with the Southern Crossing Monk to be ordained as a monk. He became the monk's only disciple, Wudao," Xiaoqi said with difficulty.

Every word he spoke was like a knife carving a deep scar into my heart. And each cut was more piercing than the last, bottomless, unhealable, and the bleeding never stopped.

The scar on my left chest, where the holy staff had pierced my heart, was burning hot, causing me so much pain that I almost bent over.

When I awoke, I learned that I had been stabbed by the Holy Staff and was bleeding profusely. There was no way to heal me, and everyone was helpless. I continued to bleed and remained in a coma. In the end, I entered a state of near-death, barely clinging to life with a faint breath. This was only possible because I was given a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains to hold in my mouth, but even then, I could die at any moment.

Then one day, Qingci suddenly disappeared for three days. He returned with a simply dressed, ugly monk, who was none other than the wandering monk from the south. Qingci had studied medicine since childhood and was a rare talent. Several years ago, the monk had valued him and wanted to take him as a disciple, also wanting him to become a monk, but Qingci refused. However, this time, to save me, he promised the monk that as long as he was sure I was alright, he would become his disciple, become a monk, and follow him for life.

He was so foolish to save me!

To actually become a monk, to live a life of celibacy, purifying one's six senses and achieving inner clarity. To forget past and present lives, to follow the Buddha. To live a life of asceticism, with only a lamp burning in the stillness, guarding the Buddha's teachings?

Can every trauma truly fade away and vanish into nothingness?

Who said that today's obsession will lead to tomorrow's pain?

"Blue Thorn, I'm sorry. My stubbornness hurt you all. I'm sorry," I groaned in anguish.

Chapter 158 Mystery

Petals are falling in profusion. It's time for us to leave.

Beneath the pear blossoms falling in a flurry. I was reluctant to come, but I kept my promise at your earnest request.