"If Your Majesty has nothing else, then I shall take my leave." Mu Yunhe, seemingly oblivious to everything, cupped his hands in greeting and then turned to leave.
"Do you think I can't smell the scent of my blood? Your injury is stained with Qin Yinxian's blood. Do you think you can leave so easily?" The Empress's cold voice sounded extremely abrupt and chilling in the icy snow. She turned to face Mu Yunhe and said, "Although Qin Yinxian is incompetent and lacks magnanimity, no one can harm my child. Since you know about the Silver Moon Kingdom, you should know that Qin Yinxian is the next emperor. She cannot be harmed. By harming her, you are stepping on my face and slapping the Silver Moon Kingdom in the face. I don't want to be enemies with the Divination Palace, but you have forced me to offend them."
Mu Yunhe also turned abruptly to face the Empress, his expression solemn and dignified, high above yet not arrogant: "Since Your Majesty knows that Qin Yinxian is incompetent and lacks magnanimity, how can you entrust the country you have ruled for over a hundred years to such a scoundrel? Your Majesty has a splendid reputation throughout your life. A hundred years ago, you sent people to help many in the mortal world. It is no exaggeration to say that Your Majesty is kind-hearted. But why, a hundred years later, does Your Majesty pretend to be confused? Your Majesty has a record in the Book of Merits of the Divination Palace, but why is another record automatically drawn in the Book of Hidden Virtues below the Book of Merits? If Your Majesty entrusts the country to a scoundrel, wouldn't you be plunging the entire world into chaos?"
Her Majesty the Empress was genuinely taken aback, then said with a forced smile, "You even know about the Book of Merits? Who is your master? Could it be that hypocritical and righteous ruler all day long?"
"Your Majesty's skill in changing the subject is rather lacking. Compared to your boldness, skill, and magnanimity a hundred years ago, you are far too petty today." Mu Yunhe was surprisingly blunt, his words hitting the nail on the head!
"Insolence!" The female soldiers from all directions shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. In an instant, they drew their swords and faced each other with murderous intent.
Mu Yunhe remained calm and composed, smiling faintly without saying a word, but his gaze was cold and unyielding.
The Empress waved her hand slightly, finally taking a closer look at the little child before her. Upon seeing him, she finally revealed a smile that resembled a genuine laugh: "You are young but have a handsome appearance. No wonder Xian'er suddenly told me that he wanted a mortal man. However, you are no ordinary person either, a diviner. It is our Silver Moon Kingdom that is worthy of such a high position."
"I dare not accept such an honor. I am not worthy to be the consort of your Silver Moon Kingdom. I already have a beloved wife. You should know that a priest can only have one wife in his lifetime," Mu Yunhe sneered.
Her Majesty the Empress, however, said indifferently, "It's good that you killed her. Xian'er is no worse than any human woman."
A sharp glint appeared in Mu Yunhe's eyes, and his voice was gloomy: "Even if she dies, I will not remarry, let alone marry someone of lower status."
"You're going to stay with a woman for the rest of your life?" the Queen asked, seemingly shocked and incredulous.
“If that person were my beloved wife, I would.” A firm tone was etched in his delicate voice, and a faint warmth permeated the cold world. One layer of warmth, one layer of sweetness, and the cold could no longer invade Mu Yunhe. After a pause, Mu Yunhe added, “However, I don’t think I will stay for her for too long.”
The Empress's expression softened, and she said matter-of-factly, "That's right. No matter if a man or a woman is deeply in love, once it's over, it can't be brought back. So why be attached to it? Finding new love is inevitable."
Mu Yunhe chuckled twice and said calmly, "If Aheng dies, I will first kill all those who prevented us from being together, then I will commit suicide and go find my Aheng. In heaven or on earth, I will always be with Aheng. So your so-called Emperor Xian is nothing in my eyes."
These words were blunt, but Her Majesty the Empress seemed to have missed them; she only remembered Mu Yunhe saying "Aheng."
Ah Heng... Ah Heng...
In a daze, a hint of despair seemed to flash across Her Majesty's melancholy eyes, adding a deathly desolation to her already repressed beauty. She looked up at Mu Yunhe; his unwavering resolve was beyond question. Suddenly, Her Majesty no longer wanted to trouble this deeply affectionate boy. Or perhaps, Her Majesty no longer wanted to trouble this boy who was willing to abandon the Crown Princess of Silver Moon Kingdom for a girl named Heng.
Your Majesty, our Heng'er is the most blessed girl in the world. She has the most valiant and beautiful mother, and the most gentle and loving father. The three of us will be together, and we'll wait for Heng'er to grow up, get married, and give us a chubby grandson to play with...
Your Majesty, are you pleased...?
Your Majesty, I believe that the person named Heng has always been the most blessed person...
Her Majesty was in a daze; her heart, which had been dead in her chest, began to pound wildly again. The pain spread, and she felt as if she had suddenly become aware of pain. A dense, bitter ache brewed within her. That one word made her uncontrollably miss the man who had almost driven her to despair, and the child named Heng.
“A child named Heng is indeed the most blessed. Your Aheng is too.” The Empress raised her head slightly, her face showing a gentle and loving smile, a heartfelt, fragmented smile that instantly brought together the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, giving her a touch of humanity.
Mu Yunhe was slightly stunned, not understanding why the Empress had suddenly changed her mind. But he only heard the Empress say coldly, "You may leave before I change my mind."
Although the reason was unclear, Mu Yunhe wasn't stupid; saving Aheng was the priority. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Her Majesty the Empress and quickly departed. 17746141
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" the general asked worriedly.
Her Majesty the Queen sighed softly, her hand involuntarily pressing against her chest, trying to ease the sharp, throbbing pain in her heart, but unable to alleviate the intense agony. She thought the pain would end, thought it would all pass, thought she wasn't one to hold onto feelings, thought she could truly forget.
But the pain remained; she couldn't forget it, damn it. It was laughable that she advised others to kill their wives and continue their marriages, while she herself... She could continue the marriage physically, but not emotionally? From beginning to end, the wife in her heart belonged to only one person.
Sadly, he is gone, and so is their only daughter.
With a trembling breath, the Empress spoke in a hoarse voice: "Go and see Emperor Xian."
First update! One more update today, keep up the good work! By the way, Hua Sha really loves Her Majesty the Empress, no reason why, she just feels so sorry for her. Please vote, leave comments, and give monthly tickets! Group kisses! Bonus chapter for 830 monthly tickets! Keep it up, my darlings!
413 Ah Heng, I'm so scared! (Bonus chapter for 530 monthly votes)
Updated: 2013-10-30 15:14:44 Word Count: 3388
Looking at her wounded and seemingly lifeless daughter, Her Majesty the Empress had only one thought: uncontrollable rage!
"Chase him! Chase him! He must be killed!!"
——
When Mu Yunhe's soul returned to his body, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed uncontrollably, his face turning from red to blue and then deathly pale. His body trembled violently on the ground, twisted as if in several pieces, covered in cold sweat, yet his body was ice-cold. He breathed rapidly, and as the light around him gradually faded, he finally opened his eyes, his eyes filled with emptiness and darkness.
The vast expanse of light vanished above the General's Mansion, ceasing its spread and brilliance. This spectacular display of light, which had lasted for over half an hour, finally came to an end. Though the light had dissipated, this mysterious radiance would live on forever in people's hearts.
Because of this light, the old emperor, filled with both fear and worry, finally collapsed. Because of this light, Prince Mu personally came to apologize, carrying thorns on his back. Since there was no one in charge in the General's Mansion, even if others could help, they could not offer any opinions on Prince Mu's matter. Therefore, they could not let Prince Mu in at this sensitive time without authorization. So Prince Mu stood outside the General's Mansion for half an hour, dragging his battered body.
But no one sympathized with or pitied him. All the misfortunes that befell Luo Zhiheng today were thanks to Prince Mu.
"The light has faded! Could it be that there's been some news from the young prince's side?" General Murong asked Elder Tong with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
They had just learned that the light was created by Mu Yunhe, and they were shocked and horrified. They were worried that Mu Yunhe would harm the Mu Dynasty, but they also thought that Mu Yunhe was not a bad person and was a priest, so he would not really kill innocent people. They felt a little more at ease, but the waiting process was really agonizing. They spent half an hour in awe, and they were all extremely anxious.
"Send someone to check on her. I wonder how she is. The situation with the young princess... is not optimistic," Old Master Tong said in a heavy voice.
Yu'er's eyes were already brimming with tears. She was terrified that Luo Zhiheng would die like this. She had never experienced any separation or death in her life. There was only Mu Qingya, someone she didn't even like, so it didn't matter to her. But Luo Zhiheng was different. Luo Zhiheng was her good friend, the older sister she loved, and she didn't want her to die.
Murong Qianxue and Yu'er held hands tightly, relying on each other. But when they saw another basin of bloody water being brought out of the room, Murong Qianxue's hands and feet turned cold, and her voice trembled: "What should we do? Another basin of blood has been brought out!"
Her words caused everyone present to change their expressions drastically.
Within just half an hour, two basins of blood had been brought out. How many basins of blood could a person's body hold? Looking at the bright red blood, everyone present felt a chill run through them, a bone-deep cold. It seemed as if the girl inside, who had brought them countless moments of awe and joy, was truly and irrevocably leaving them. They watched helplessly, powerless to do anything. That feeling was truly despairing and utterly devastating.
"The bleeding still hasn't stopped? What are those people inside doing!" The Qin Saint, unusually agitated, couldn't contain his anger any longer and was about to rush inside. He shouted, "Get out of the way! I still need to take on disciples. If I don't get any disciples, I can't let that girl leave like this. It would make me so sad."
That's what they say, but it only makes things more heartbreaking. They're all kindred spirits, people who value relationships and loyalty. To just watch Luo Zhiheng's life slip away before their eyes without any chance of recovery is a desolate and heartbreaking situation that leaves one speechless with grief.
"Where is the young prince? Still no sign of him? The young master's bleeding won't stop! Although we can reduce it a little, the young master is being tortured to death...!" The wet nurse, covered in blood, ran out, her voice sharp and shrill. The usually composed wet nurse was now acting like a madwoman. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)
Luo Zhiheng could still scream before, and her voice was still quite strong. But after only half an hour, Luo Zhiheng's voice changed from the scream of a trapped beast to the whimper of a panting kitten. At this point, they could no longer hear any of Luo Zhiheng's cries.
It felt as if a giant hammer had struck everyone's heart, a heavy, overwhelming pain that lingered and suffocated.
While the group on one side was at a loss, Mu Yunhe finally managed to force his soul to merge with the body. However, it took time, and since he had never had his soul leave its body before, the adverse reactions were enormous. He spat out mouthfuls of blood, his face turned ashen, and bulging veins stretched from his forehead to his arms, almost bursting out in a terrifying way.
He was still clutching the box tightly in his hand, while the other boxes were scattered all over the ground. He tried hard to get up, but he simply didn't have the strength, and he felt a sense of helplessness and despair over his body.
Astral projection is no longer possible; even if he were standing before this group in his soul form, they wouldn't be able to see him. And if he couldn't get to Aheng's side immediately, Mu Yunhe would rather be dead. But he couldn't control his body. His soul and body couldn't merge; forcing a fusion would result in severed meridians. And right now, he was coughing up blood like it was free.
The most tragic thing is that he can't even utter a single word.
Even if he could just shout, "Come in and get the medicine for Ah Heng," it would be fine. But now, the separation of his soul and body left him with nothing but despair, as if he wanted to meet the King of Hell.
Xiao Xizi called out from outside the door, but dared not barge in. Mu Yunhe had clearly instructed him beforehand that no matter what happened, he could not come in and could only wait for him to leave on his own.
"Is something wrong with the young prince? Should we go in and check on him?" Xiao Yongzi wasn't as obedient as Xiao Xizi, after all, he wasn't always by Mu Yunhe's side.
Xiao Xizi frowned, then shook his head and said, "No. Master knows what he's doing. If we go in and disturb him, what if we not only fail to help him but also harm him? Let's wait a little longer; everything will be alright."
Xiao Xizi spoke, forcing a self-comforting smile, but it looked more like a grimace. He glanced into the distance; the young princess's fate was uncertain, and the young prince had yet to appear—both were tense moments, utterly chaotic.
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, as if something in the room had shattered. The two people outside the door tensed up and shouted in unison, "Young Prince!"
"Come in!" Mu Yunhe's voice rang out from the room, but it didn't sound like Mu Yunhe's voice; it was somewhat stiff and deep.
The two hurriedly pushed open the door and went inside, only to see Mu Yunhe lying on the ground, surrounded by blood. His body and face were also covered in blood, and scattered boxes on the ground, exquisite and gorgeous, exuded an eerie luxury.
"Master!" Xiao Xizi rushed forward in alarm, but the moment his hand touched Mu Yunhe, he was violently thrown back by a strange aura and crashed heavily into a pillar, spitting out blood.
"What...what happened?" Xiao Yongzi was only a step too slow, and he was dumbfounded in a panic.
Mu Yunhe had barely managed to utter a single sentence before collapsing, feeling as if his soul was about to be torn apart by some force. But inexplicably, Xiao Xizi's unexpected touch actually helped him; the impact of the external force instantly restored his soul to its place. Although still severely injured, at least Mu Yunhe could control his body again.
Mu Yunhe scrambled to his feet, his whole body burning with a burning, bone-crushing sensation, but he couldn't care less. He clutched the medicine box and ran out as fast as he could.
Xiao Xizi's face was pale, but his eyes were bright. He shouted at Xiao Yongzi, who was still dumbfounded, "Xiao Yongzi, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow him to protect the young prince."
Xiao Yongzi, looking rather silly, hurriedly chased after him, running like the wind, his simple, honest voice ringing out, "Young Prince, wait for me! I'll carry you on my back!"
Xiao Xizi breathed a huge sigh of relief, her eyes stinging and tears streaming down her face: "There's hope! There's definitely hope! Oh my god, I was so scared! Waaah..."
Mu Yunhe ran wildly into Luo Zhiheng's courtyard, shocking everyone. Their first reaction upon seeing him was joy, followed by horror. Mu Yunhe was a mess, wounds and blood covering his entire body, making him look as if he had survived a fierce battle.
The crowd surged forward, but Mu Yunhe pushed them aside and staggered into the room. The people, sensing the danger, quickly moved aside. Watching Mu Yunhe stumble into the room, their already tense hearts tightened even more. Could Mu Yunhe possibly save Luo Zhiheng?
"The young prince?!" The wet nurse looked up, her eyes filled with ecstatic joy.
Mu Yunhe handed the box to Madam Huoyun. Before he could speak, he was horrified by Luo Zhiheng, who was lying in a pool of blood, her face almost transparent and lifeless. His expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted, and he almost bit his tongue. Then, another mouthful of blood spurted out. He could no longer hold on and collapsed forward, falling in front of Luo Zhiheng's bed amidst the gasps of the crowd, his eyes already blurred.
Mu Yunhe could no longer hear or see anything else; all that remained was a transparent, seemingly ethereal Luo Zhiheng, who seemed about to vanish from his life. All his strength crumbled, and the stubborn belief in her that she would come back to life shattered in an instant, leaving not a trace behind.
He shook her hand, gently yet heavily, his voice choked with a childlike panic: "Aheng, wake up! Don't sleep like this, don't ignore me, I'm scared, I'm so scared..."
Second update! Aww, Hua Sha, heartbroken from all the torture, is crying her eyes out! Ah Heng, I'm so scared! Please don't die! I'm begging for recommendations, comments, and monthly tickets! 830 monthly tickets will get me an extra chapter! 1130 monthly tickets will get me an extra chapter! My darlings, use your monthly tickets to bring the dying Ah Heng back to life! You have the power to do that!
414 Undo the curse! Parasite!
Updated: 2013-10-31 22:41:07 Word Count: 3475
4. Cure the curse! Parasite!
At this moment, Mu Yunhe was filled with despair. His lively, intelligent, and adorable Aheng lay like a jade doll in a pool of blood. Stunningly beautiful, yet equally terrifying. She grew paler and paler, as if she would soon vanish completely, a feeling that sent shivers down his spine, an intangible and unsettling ache in his heart.
Mu Yunhe disregarded his pride and everything else, gripping Luo Zhiheng's hand with a choked voice. His reddened eyes were fixed on Luo Zhiheng and the tears welling up in his eyes.
He, Mu Yunhe, was truly a poor man now. What did he have left? His mother was dead, his sister was dead, and his father, whom he had once hated so intensely, now seemed to be continuing to hate. How pathetic and laughable he was! What use were his health and life now? All he had left was Luo Zhiheng, and even that seemed to be slipping away.
He really felt terrible. A suffocating feeling overwhelmed him, making him feel like a drowning man with no floating debris or lifeline to grasp. All he could hold onto was Luo Zhiheng's cold, pale, and translucent hand.
Luo Zhiheng, who cared so much for Mu Yunhe, couldn't even open her eyes to look at him at this moment, nor could she comfort him anymore.
This scene made everyone who saw it feel heartbroken and sad.
Although Poison Saint disliked Luo Zhiheng, finding her too difficult to deal with and mischievous, always teasing and tormenting him, their relationship was ultimately one of deep affection, and the prospect of separation by death was always heartbreaking. So while everyone else was immersed in the inescapable grief, only Poison Saint retained his composure. He glanced at the box in Madam Huoyun's hand—given by Mu Yunhe—and knew it couldn't be anything ordinary.