Peerless Heiress - Chapter 127
No, that's impossible.
Cheng Jue gave a wry smile.
Seventeen years... For seventeen years, he traveled between two different time periods, searching for her, playing two completely different roles, with such unwavering persistence, refusing to give up... But he never expected it to end like this...
He could never go to her time, whether she was dead or had returned to her own. He and she would never meet again in this lifetime!
He thought that the heavens had bestowed such a wonderful encounter upon him to help him achieve his potential and to allow him to be with her. He thought that their fate was ultimately extraordinary, wasn't it? Despite the separation of two different time periods, he still met her.
But little did he know that in her life, he could only play the role of a passerby who disrupted the peace.
Since their first meeting, every single moment flashed through his mind, each one still vivid and clear, as if it had happened right before his eyes. And then there were the events of the past seventeen years—his parents, friends, career, life fragments—each one like a smooth, lustrous gem flowing through his heart.
Cheng Jue stood there, stunned, his expression completely blank.
The wind whispered by, the sun and moon turned, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Three days later, as the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds and fell into Cheng Jue's haggard eyes, his gaze flickered, his mind suddenly cleared, and the gloom and sorrow in his heart vanished like smoke. He stood up, took one last look at the huge hole formed by the heavenly tribulation, silently murmured something in his heart, turned around, and strode towards Da Wei.
Chapter 285: Rumors Should Not Be Believed
The events of that day spread throughout the world overnight.
In truth, the common people and officials had no idea what had happened outside Gushan City that day. The raging thunder and lightning, the fury of Heaven, terrified them so much that they hid in their homes, too afraid to even breathe.
Several days passed before anyone dared to accompany them to the scene of the incident.
The scene was horrific; towering ravines rose from the flat ground, deep cliffs stretched out, and mountains were completely destroyed... It was like a living hell.
Those who witnessed it all turned pale with fright... and turned tail and ran...
Then, rumors began to spread.
...The Left Chancellor was actually a woman...
The crown prince vomited blood; his body was severely damaged.
The world's greatest martial arts master, Zhenhe, was defeated by a demon.
The events outside Gushan Castle were the work of a demon.
...
The rumors were not to be believed, and under the combined suppression of the upright ministers of the Heavenly Path, they quickly dissipated, leaving only the strange phenomenon outside Gushan City: empty and stark, tragically exposed to the daylight, cold and silent.
However, from then on, the ministers could no longer see the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince suddenly fell ill and stayed in the Eastern Palace all day. Apart from Zhenhe, the only companions were Wu Cheng, Yang Huai, and other generals who had gone to Gushan with him. When asked, the generals all looked terrified and kept silent.
Furthermore, the Left Prime Minister has completely disappeared—not kidnapped, but utterly and without any further news.
The disappearance of the Left Chancellor, while shocking to the officials, did not cause them too much concern. After all, he was just a playful young man who had never been interested in politics. As the country gradually stabilized, what it needed more were diligent and ambitious ministers.
However, the next sentence terrified Wei Yu Anxin, the only one among the ministers.
"Minister Mo Yu has also disappeared."
Mo Yu—the city's defenses for over a decade. With the loss of Mo Yu, all the court officials suddenly felt an impending crisis at the border, and their faces showed alarm.
A few days later, the emperor, who had completely handed over the reins of government to the crown prince for several years, actually started attending court again. However, his frail figure, sitting on the throne every day, hunched over, coughing incessantly, and occasionally drinking a few sips of ginseng soup, along with his old-fashioned style of dragging things out in every discussion, made all the ministers' hearts hang in suspense.
I truly miss that young crown prince, so cold in expression yet so agile, resolute, and decisive in his actions. What on earth happened?
The ministers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep worry. "Tianxing, what should we do now?"
Chapter 286: The Sound of Flute Playing in the Woods
Deep in the mountains and dense in the forest, beyond the winding stream, lies a peach orchard.
Someone was playing a flute in the peach grove. It was a blue bamboo flute, held in a slender and strong hand. Cherry-red lips, like flower petals, were slightly pursed. The sound of the flute flowed out like water, carrying an ethereal, fairy-like quality, and swirling in the air above the peach grove.
A girl in a light green dress sat under a tree with a bitter face, her hands supporting her chin and her brows furrowed. She couldn't hear the beautiful flute music and was muttering something to herself.
The flute music stopped, and a voice came down from the tree, helpless and sighing, "Girl, you've been muttering to yourself for days, when are you going to stop?"
The girl in green rolled her eyes and said angrily, "What's it to you? You wouldn't let me possess my master!"
A peach leaf landed on her forehead with a "thud," bounced, and fell to the ground.
The girl in green was furious. She covered her forehead, jumped up, and yelled at the person in the tree, "You damned Mo Yu, get down here!" Just because he has internal energy, does that make him so great? He actually dared to hit her on the head with a peach leaf? And with the "leaf-picking injury" technique at that?! Seriously, did he learn all these skills just to bully her?
A cyan hem peeked out from among the dense peach leaves, fluttering gently in the wind. Mo Yu's voice was leisurely and carefree, with a lazy smile, "Qing'er, how many times have I told you, it's not appropriate for that monster to possess my body."
The girl in green flew into a rage, shouting, "Don't call me Qing'er!" Anyone who heard her would think she was some kind of green snake spirit.
"Besides, my master never chooses who he possesses. As long as you're willing to let him possess you, he can. It's clearly you who refused." Qingyan accused, her gaze like X-ray vision as she glared at the person behind the peach leaf. Speaking of which, that demon had once accidentally possessed a large goat, and she'd always used that as a weakness to tease him. Now it was just a matter of changing who possessed him—what was so difficult about that?!
The peach leaves swayed gently, and a figure in green silently drifted down.
Mo Yu's eyebrows were long and arched, his beautiful eyes misty and shrouded in a peach-scented allure. He parted his red lips slightly, looking at Qing Yan with a half-smile, "Then does Qing'er know why your master has been possessing Yuwen Ke's body instead of making any other choice?"
"..." Qingyan pouted and remained silent.
Chapter 287: Towering Flower Tree
"It seems you already know." Mo Yu glanced at her and pondered, "His power is limited, so he can only possess certain bodies. This time, he was also severely injured. Apart from your body, there is only one other way for him to possess a body."
"What method?" Qingyan's eyes immediately lit up.
“Find his true form and let him possess one of his own kind.”