Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 127

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Ten-year-old Yunyan, holding ten-year-old me, wept sadly at the graves of Chu Feifan and He Minjun.

"Lin Yu, let's leave this mountain forest together. After we've seen all the world outside, let's come back and live together until we're old, okay?"

"Okay. But when we come back, there might not just be the two of us."

"Then who else?"

"For example... Yunyan's husband."

Eleven-year-old Yunyan, arm in arm with me, walked out of the tranquil and secluded mountain forest where we had lived for five years.

Back then, we embarked on our journey with curiosity about the dazzling world; back then, we were fearless and full of vigor, never believing that any setback could defeat us or separate us. Little did we know then that all our beautiful aspirations were just dreams, and that no matter how beautiful or strong they were, they could not withstand the merciless blow of fate.

I closed my eyes, blood continuously spilling from the corner of my mouth. What caused me such pain? What made me see only fiery colors? Yunyan, Yunyan! We clearly promised to wander through this mortal world together, laughing and roaming freely. How can I be the only one left to return?

How could you bear to leave me alone on my way home?

We parted at the ends of the earth, never to be forgotten; weary birds returned to their nests together… Yunyan, do you still remember? Do you still remember…?

Before I lost consciousness, an old, familiar voice whispered a sentence in my ear in a voice so soft that there was almost no vibration in the vocal cords.

Xiao Yi

2008.2.23 18:40

Chapter 13, The Pain of Heartbreak, End.

Next update: Tuesday, February 26th

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Chapter 14 One General's Success

Chapter 14 One General's Success

Author's Note:

The previous chapter was just a bluff... but it seems many people guessed it correctly, I'm impressed.

BUT... Yunyan didn't die, but Linglong did, which is quite pitiful. You can't be so biased like Lin Yu!

"Ahem..." I held the book in one hand and lightly coughed twice, making a fist with the other hand and pressing it against my lips.

"Young master," a clear and gentle voice said quickly, "you are weak, please put on another layer of clothing."

I glanced at him sideways; his handsome face and anxious, expectant eyes were fixed on me. I turned away and said coldly, "No need." Then I continued reading my book, ignoring him.

“Young Master, we know we were wrong.” Qin Li said in a trembling voice, “Uncle Li and I just wanted you to make up your mind to turn against Yang Yi. Young Master, you seem ruthless on the surface, but you are actually too attached to old friendships. If we don’t give you a push, Uncle Li is afraid you won’t really rebel. In the end, you will be restrained by Yang Yi. I never expected that you would be so heartbroken and hurt…”

I gave a cold laugh and called out, "Yihan!"

A figure in green entered from outside the door. Qin Li hurriedly looked at him with pleading eyes, but Yi Han's face remained icy, not even glancing at him. Hmph! You want Yi Han to save you? You should be grateful he didn't beat you up like Li Zong did!

"Master, I..."

"What is it, young master?" Yi Han asked.

I casually pointed behind me: "Throw that annoying fly out of here."

"Young master! Young master!..."

Seeing Yihan come in through the door again, I stretched and asked, "Did you inform Ruoshui?"

"They have already been notified."

I sighed and said, "Of course I'm happy that Yunyan was rescued by the Shadow, but what if the one who died was really Linglong..."

That rose-shaped scar, branded on the same arm, belonged to only two people besides Yunyan and Linglong. Although the initial shock of hearing that Linglong might be the one who died wasn't as heart-wrenching as when I heard about Yunyan's death, I still couldn't help but feel sad. After all, she was my family, someone who had been with us all this way!

A murderous intent surged within me, and I said coldly, "The Four Great Assassins—I have no past grudges or hatred against them, yet they use such cruel methods to try and make me experience the pain of losing my beloved. What exactly is their purpose?"

Yi Han frowned slightly: "Young Master, are you so sure they weren't acting under Yang Yi's orders?"

I took a sip of tea and said, "Yang Yi's target is me. If he could capture Yunyan, he would be too busy taking her hostage to kill her easily. Those assassins who mistook Linglong for Yunyan were so ruthless, and they even made sure Uncle Li witnessed it. They clearly wanted to make me suffer excruciating pain. But why are they targeting me?"

Suddenly, Yi Han, who was deep in thought, frowned. He looked at me with a serious expression and lowered his voice to say, "Could it be... because of him?"

I was taken aback, my fingers clenching slightly on the book page: "Why do you say that?"

Yi Han pursed his thin lips: "Ling'er warned me that day that the four assassins, though seemingly unrelated, actually serve the same person. This person is very likely him."

I stood there stunned for a long time before letting out a long, weary sigh. I knew in my heart that I had to admit it was a very likely truth. The oppression and helplessness in my heart left us both silent.

"Yu." Like sunlight falling into water, like fingers tapping on piano keys, came from the doorway. Feifei, whose white clothes were stained with a lot of ink, walked in carrying a bowl of medicine. "Drink your medicine."

He placed the medicine in front of me, staring at me with a stubborn look, determined to see me drink it. Reluctantly, I picked up the warm medicine and drank it all in one gulp, then gestured for him to sit down.

"Yu, stop spitting blood." Feifei looked at me with a look of shock, her beautiful face flashing with extreme grievance and panic.

I smiled and nodded, smoothing his slightly disheveled, even burnt, hair with one hand, and gently wiping the soot from his face with the other. He lowered his head shyly, his reddened fingers twisting together slightly.

"From now on, the medical staff can prepare the medicine." I gently took his hand and tenderly stroked the red marks on it. "Don't hurt yourself again, okay?"

Feifei nodded, her dark eyes looking at me with longing, her naturally rosy lips gently pursed into a slight curve.

Feifei and I exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of melancholy and helplessness at the capriciousness of fate.