Military Advisor and Princess

Chapter 127

“Today, I must see the Holy Lord,” Ao Xue’s resolute voice caught Sheng Cheng’s attention.

Sheng Cheng then noticed that there were two more people. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden flash appeared before his eyes. Before he could react, his pressure points were pressed. Just as he was about to shout, a hand immediately pressed his mute pressure point, the action completed in one swift motion.

"Xiao Xuanzi, well done." Ao Xue took Zheng Xuan's hand and praised him. With just a glance and a word from Ao Xue, Zheng Xuan knew what she was going to do. Taking advantage of Sheng Cheng's momentary inattention, she easily subdued him.

"Let's go in!" Zhengxuan said with a doting smile.

"Okay." Jinxuan nodded, ignoring Shengcheng who was sweating profusely with anxiety, and pushed open the door to go inside. Zhengxuan, Aoxue, and Yelü Ying followed him in.

The person inside the room was caught off guard by someone barging in. Upon seeing the person enter from outside, they stopped what they were doing, and a white veil fluttered to the ground...

Chapter 87 of the Jianghu Arc: Reunion

The person inside the room was caught off guard by someone barging in. Upon seeing the person enter from outside, they stopped what they were doing, and a white veil fluttered to the ground...

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as if from another world. Everyone froze, gazing at each other, as if it were all just a dream.

A flawless, fair face, long eyelashes, and slender eyebrows like a crescent moon in the night sky; a pair of large, bright, dark eyes, clear and unfathomable, drawing one in unconsciously; now, filled with panic and bewilderment, half-white hair fluttering in the wind, alluring… Everything was so familiar, yet so strange…

Jin Xuan's hands trembled, his thin, sensual lips pressed tightly together, his deep eyes burning with intensity. Their eyes met, entwining in the air, a thousand words unspoken, his heart pounding: It really is you, my lord, it really is you, not a dream, not a delusional fantasy, not an illusion, you are truly sitting before me? He wanted to rush forward and embrace the one who haunted his dreams, but he couldn't move. He feared that if he moved, she would vanish, that their meeting was but a dream, my lord…

Yelü Ying's wicked eyes filled with disbelief. He took a large step back, bumping into the doorframe, and childishly rubbed his eyes. It was her again, the figure of that character, that unforgettable face, those magnetic eyes. His heart pounded in shock: No wonder she seemed so familiar last night, Jun? It could actually be Jun, the Holy Lord is Jun? This… how could this be? But it was indeed Jun, Jun, she, she wasn't dead, she was right before his eyes, yet he hesitated, he wanted to run away. He didn't know how to face Jun, how to face the "resurrected" Jun, afraid that seeing her magnetic eyes would fill him with hatred. At this moment, he realized that he was a coward…

Ao Jun's mind went blank. She had never imagined such a sudden and unexpected moment. Even her foresight couldn't withstand the cruel hand of fate. Was this heaven's favor, or its cruelty? On her last day, the truth she had painstakingly hidden was revealed without warning: Why couldn't I be with Jin Xuan as the Holy Lord for just one more day? Although I longed to be by your side as Ling Ao Jun, even for just one day, that would be too selfish. Yet, heaven allowed my selfishness. But tomorrow, Jin Xuan, will you have to endure the pain of six months ago again? Heaven is both too cruel and too kind to us. Xue, Xue has come too! And my brother-in-law! To see my dearest family before I die—I can finally rest in peace. But what about the living? Xue, why did you come? Why did you come? Although I will never see you again, and it is regrettable, I would rather leave with regret than let you suffer any more. You should be optimistic and lively. For my sake, you have been heartbroken and silent for half a year. Now, watching me leave again, Xue, how long will you be heartbroken? How long will your brother-in-law worry about you? Yelü Ying, how will she face this man who hurt her so deeply, yet was also the one she hurt the most?

A fleeting glance, yet a thousand thoughts raced through their minds…

"My Lord..." Aoxue called out, her voice trembling with excitement and trepidation. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, her lips quivering as she choked back sobs: My Lord, it really is my Lord. She hadn't been wrong. The Holy Lord is indeed my Lord. My Lord isn't dead. She's still alive... Waaah...

Zhengxuan was also excited, but he seemed much calmer than Jinxuan and the others, gently embracing Aoxue, who was trembling with excitement.

The word "Jun" brought everyone back to their senses instantly, including Ao Jun. She quickly turned her head slightly away, and the white hair on her forehead immediately fell down, obscuring her face. This also brought Sheng Qing and Sheng Zi, who were standing at the head of the bed, back to their senses and tried to cover up their presence in front of Ao Jun.

"Your Highness, how did you get in? The sect leader..." Sheng Qing smiled and greeted Jin Xuan and the others, but her tone still carried a sense of guilt and unease.

"Jun..." Jin Xuan pushed Sheng Qing aside and rushed to Ao Jun's side, turning her slightly turned body back to face him. He called out to her with deep affection and caution. Whether it was a dream or reality, he wanted to hold on tightly. If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. If it was reality, then heaven had been too good to him, too kind. His trembling hand gently stroked the beautiful face he had longed for and yearned for for half a year. It was a real touch, a real warmth, the warmth of Jun's body.

"Your Highness, please have some self-respect." Ao Jun gently brushed Jin Xuan's hand away, speaking coldly and distantly, but two lines of clear tears flowed uncontrollably down her face, dripping onto Jin Xuan's hand.

"My lord, even now, are you still going to hide it from me? Are you still trying to avoid me?" Jin Xuan held up the tears in his hand to Ao Jun's face, his voice hoarse, his deep eyes filled with burning affection and tenderness. No matter what the reason was for Ao Jun's refusal to acknowledge him, he would never let Ao Jun leave him again.

"Waaah... Jun, how could you be so cruel? Don't you know how many tears I've shed and how much my heart has been broken these past six months? And Jinxuan, do you know how Jinxuan has been coping these past six months? How could you bear to hide like this, leaving us heartbroken? Waaah... Jun, you're so bad, how could you fake your death to deceive us? Waaah... Don't you still want to acknowledge us? You're so cruel... Waaah..." Aoxue suddenly rushed to Aojun's side, hugged her tightly, buried her face in her neck, and wailed, blaming Aojun as she did so.

Cruel? Is she really that cruel? What would be the best thing for them to do?

Her nagging made Ao Xue cry even harder. The only sound in the room was Ao Xue's sobbing. Ao Jun didn't move at all, his brows furrowed with deep weariness and weakness.

"Sect Master, do as you please!" Seeing Ao Jun's hesitation and pain, Sheng Qing knelt down on one knee in front of Ao Jun, his usually cunning face now covered in tears, his voice choked with sobs.

"Sect Master, please!" Sheng Zi, like Sheng Qing, bent half a knee and knelt before the Holy Lord, her baby face covered in tears.

The sect leader and Prince Jin's love was too painful. They both knew that the sect leader's only wish was to be with Prince Jin. If this was really the last day, then let the sect leader spend this day well! As for what would happen to Prince Jin after the sect leader left, they didn't want to think about it. Call them selfish if you want, they just wanted their sect leader to have no regrets.

"Follow your heart?" Ao Jun murmured, seemingly confused and puzzled. She looked up at Sheng Qing and Sheng Zi, who were kneeling before her with tears in their eyes. Scenes of her with Xue, Jin Xuan, and Yelü Ying flashed before her eyes. Xue had said: "The choice of the heart." Jin Xuan had said: "You are destined to be my strategist, my queen, and my dearest love..."

"My lord, 'The north wind howls, like a sword wound. Rustling yellow leaves accompany my sleep, a mournful wind blows on my pillow, the jade flute is still as warm as before, but my beloved is no more. Swallows fly in all directions, but my feelings remain. Zhang Lang's wealth and honor have severed all ties, I will not shed tears like Yingying. I want to sever the threads of love with my sword, but alas, longing has become a calamity.' You don't recognize me, are you blaming me for doubting you back then? Are you blaming me for falling for Cheng Wuying's scheme and hurting you? My lord, I truly loved you too much back then, that's why..." Jin Xuan tightly grasped Ao Jun's hand, speaking with emotion and self-reproach. The only reason he could think of for Ao Jun's refusal to acknowledge him was because of this.

Their anxious expressions stirred a pang of pity in Ao Jun's heart. Since fate had already arranged things this way, to deny it would be too cruel to them! So be it…

"No, Jinxuan, it's not that. It's my fault. If I had trusted you back then, I wouldn't have fallen for Cheng Wuying's despicable scheme, and things wouldn't be like this today." Aojun grasped Jinxuan's hand and gently shook her head. At that moment of admitting it, her heart felt incredibly light. Something within her had returned to its rightful place, settled down. Her heart was at peace. She could follow her heart this once, let herself be selfish just this once!

"My lord, you've finally acknowledged me! My lord, it's all my fault, haha... I, my lord is really alive, really..." Hearing Ao Jun's uniquely clear and cold voice, Jin Xuan was so excited he didn't know what to say. An indescribable joy filled his heart. At this moment, his heart was at peace; his dead heart had truly come back to life. He wanted to hug his lord tightly, but... Ao Xue had already taken that embrace. He could only hold Ao Jun's hand tightly to his chest, his deep eyes brimming with tears of excitement, and he flashed a smile that captivated everyone.

"Jinxuan, it's me, I'm still alive." Aojun gazed back at Jinxuan with deep affection in her magnetic eyes, a captivating smile on her face. She spoke emotionally, her hand held on Jinxuan's chest, feeling his strong, powerful heartbeat—a heart beating for her. Her heart was overflowing with happiness. She wanted to shout: I am the happiest woman in the world! She wanted to give Jinxuan a deep hug, but alas, there was a super third wheel, clinging to her like a koala.

"Jun..." Upon hearing Ao Jun's acknowledgment, Ao Xue hugged him tightly, her whole body trembling with excitement. Completely unaware that she, the matchmaker who had vowed to bring Jin Xuan and Ao Jun together, was now being secretly criticized by the two of them, becoming the biggest third wheel between them.

"Xue, you...you want to strangle me!" Ao Jun complained with difficulty. Her originally pale face turned red from Ao Xue's tight hug. However, she was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe and was about to suffocate. This made her suspect that Xue was doing this on purpose to get revenge for making her sad for so long, so she wanted to strangle her.

"Ah! Waaah... I'm so happy, so excited, waaah... Jun, my little Junjun..." Aoxue finally reacted, loosened her grip a little to let Aojun breathe, but still hugged her tightly and cried, like a flood bursting its banks.

"Little Junjun? How cheesy! Xue, my clothes..." Ao Jun smiled as if she shivered, then suddenly remembered that her white robes were ruined again, and felt heartbroken!

"Don't worry, I'll wash it for you, sob sob..." Aoxue said the same thing over and over again, crying as she spoke. The joy of this reunion was even greater than the meeting at the Prince Jin's mansion, so she cried even harder. It seemed that not only her robes, but even her undergarments might be ruined.

Unsurprisingly, countless black lines immediately appeared above Ao Jun's head.

"Qing'er, alright, alright, stop crying. You should be happy. Stop crying, it'll hurt your health." Zhengxuan gently pulled Aoxue away, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and smiled. This time, it wasn't that he was jealous, but rather that he saw his younger brother Jin looking at Qing'er, who had taken his place, with a resentful expression. If he didn't give the seat back to Jin, Jin would probably explode.

Just as Ao Jun was about to breathe a sigh of relief and Jin Xuan was about to pull Ao Jun into his arms, Ao Xue, the super third wheel, pushed Zheng Xuan away and pounced into Ao Jun's arms again, constantly 'ravaging' Ao Jun's robes. Ao Jun could only rub his head in silence, while Jin Xuan secretly hated himself for being too slow.

"Qing, Zi, why are you still kneeling? Get up! Qing? Zi?" Ao Jun frowned and called out in confusion when she saw Sheng Qing and Sheng Zi kneeling on the ground with blank expressions. Why were they both so stunned? They were fine just a moment ago. Besides, she had told them hundreds of times not to kneel down so easily, but they just wouldn't listen. Even if she wanted to persuade them, she didn't have to kneel!

"Ah! Oh, Sect Master, your smile is so beautiful, hehe... You've completely captivated me." Sheng Qing and Sheng Zi finally came to their senses, stood up, and said with a grin. But if you looked closely, you would see the lingering sorrow between her brows and the smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Ao Jun then remembered that she seemed to have really shown that smile again, which made them stay there for so long.

Yelü Ying had only stood at the doorway from the beginning. He longed to rush over, like Ouyang Jinxuan or Empress Longxuan, to share the joy of recognizing his beloved. But he feared that his presence would spoil this touching moment. He only dared to watch her from afar, to see her smile, to see the deep affection in her eyes—not directed at him. But he was no longer qualified to compete with Ouyang Jinxuan. After what he had done to his beloved, he didn't even have the right to stand beside her. She would never forgive him…

"Jun, your...your hair...it's all white, completely white..." Holding Ao Jun tightly, Ao Xue finally noticed the white hair before her eyes. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, tears streaming silently down her face. She had just seen Jun and confirmed she wasn't dead; she was too excited to notice. No wonder she'd felt something was off earlier—it was Jun, yet she seemed like a stranger. It turned out this young man had white hair. How...how could Jun's once black hair have turned white? What happened to her? What happened half a year ago?

Jin Xuan also waited intently for Ao Jun's answer. He was not surprised by Jun's white hair, because when he first met the Holy Lord, he knew that she had white hair at a young age. Last night, he saw with his own eyes that more and more white hairs were growing on her head, until now half of her head was white. Although Sheng Cheng said it was due to practicing the Heavenly Kun Divine Art, he was still uneasy without hearing Jun's explanation. His intuition told him that Jun's refusal to acknowledge him was related to this white hair.

Zhengxuan was actually startled by Jun's white hair when he entered the door, but when Jinxuan, Qing'er and Jun recognized each other, he didn't know how to ask. At this moment, he also wanted to know why Jun was still young and had white hair.

Yelü Ying clenched his fists, the white hair piercing his eyes and his heart: Why has your hair turned white? When I saw her last night, I saw two strands of white hair hanging down her forehead. But after the great battle with Sheng Chi, her original black hair has gradually turned white. Has something happened to you in the past six months?

"Hehe... It's alright, Xue. This... it's just because it was practicing the Heavenly Kun Divine Art of the Holy Immortal Sect. It recklessly used its true energy last night, which is why it's like this. It'll be fine once it recovers." Ao Jun's expression changed at first, but after glancing at Sheng Qing, she smiled indifferently. She couldn't tell Jin Xuan and the others the truth. If it really was only one day left, then let her, Jin Xuan, and Xue enjoy this last day together! Let them spend this day happily, at least leaving behind a beautiful memory.