Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 135

Yi Han's face paled for a moment. He opened his lips as if to speak, but no sound came out. Lin Yu spoke up at this moment: "Isn't it just that you want him to marry Mu Shuangshuang? He has already answered that it's impossible. Is there any need to ask such a clear question?"

Lin Yu's voice was calm. Despite her frail body and thin physique, she faced her master without fear. She no longer possessed the fear and tension of her youth. Even under her master's slight release of killing intent, her slightly trembling body remained composed and resolute. In two years, Lin Yu had grown once again.

As she grew up, she not only wanted his protection, but also wanted to protect him; as she grew up, she lived each day contentedly; as she grew up, she was calm but not cold-blooded, wise but not ruthless; as she grew up, she was beautiful and radiant, but she only blossomed for him.

Lin Yu… Lin Yu… Yi Han called her name deep in his heart. Just looking at her back made him feel content. Although they couldn't be together, at least they could stay together. This was his contentment, his growth.

Never before have I longed to hold her in my arms, protect her, and cherish her more than I do now, instead of just watching her back. Yet, never before have I felt so grateful to see her alive and well standing before me.

Discontent and satisfaction; longing and helplessness; possessiveness and silent protection... all these contradictory emotions entangled in his heart, transforming into sharp pains. His body felt nothing, but his heart felt as if it had been crushed and reassembled, torn and stitched back together, the pain indescribable.

In that seemingly endless, yet fleeting, torment of pain, at the brink of my heart bursting, suddenly, something gushed forth from my chest, flowing out again. A light, flowing sensation coursed through my veins, as if every inch of my skin had been reborn in an instant.

Yi Han's hand holding the sword trembled slightly; it was an extremely mysterious sensation of experiencing the flow of true energy within his body. His soul seemed to be drawn out of his body; his hand could brush away a gentle breeze, and his eyes could see the dust in the air.

Looking up, the once glaring sunlight became gentle and soft, as if everything on earth had been washed clean. At this moment, he could not only see the lush green grass, but also feel the pulse of the grass breaking through the soil.

His mind was clear and his spirit pure. In such an inconceivable state, he silently broke through to the realm of innate purity, and was only one step away from innate non-action.

In the brief moment of their confrontation, neither Fu Yu nor Lin Yu, nor Mu Shuangshuang behind Fu Yu, who was lost in thought, noticed the astonishing change in Yi Han. However, the joy was fleeting. Yi Han quickly realized that although he was only one step away from Wuwei, it was a step as vast as heaven and earth. Wuwei was the highest realm of the Innate Realm. Fu Yu, a martial arts prodigy, reached the Innate Dustless Realm at the age of thirty, yet even with the help of the "Star Soul Technique," it still took him another thirty years to advance to Wuwei. Thus, it was clear that the transition from Dustless to Wuwei was the true transformation from human to god.

The cyan figure flashed slightly and arrived in front of Lin Yu, protecting Lin Yu who was sweating profusely from the pressure of killing intent.

A slight emotion flickered in Fu Yu's eyes: "Such a fine quality is wasted on a woman, what a pity!"

Mu Shuangshuang's face turned pale instantly behind Fu Yu, whether because of the phrase "as a woman" or the contemptuous "what a pity" about women.

Yi Han grasped Lin Yu's slightly cool hand from behind, channeling his increasingly refined internal energy into her, while looking up and asking, "Master, what do you intend to do?"

His indifference caused a flicker of hurt in Fu Yu's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by coldness: "No matter what, you must marry Ling'er. Or you can choose any other woman you like, as long as she is not your master."

Fu Yu's certainty made him pause slightly: "You want to use the young master to coerce me?"

Fu Yudi's eyebrows twitched, and he walked step by step closer to his beloved disciple: "I have no choice but to use this method. However, I can give you a chance."

Another opportunity! Loosen the rope that was originally tightening around the face, and only tighten it again when the whole head is inside, so that it can suffocate the neck. That's the kind of person my master is.

Fu Yu's lips curled into a strange smile that seemed completely out of place with his cold demeanor: "If you pass this test, I will no longer force you to marry. If you fail, you must leave behind an heir. Of course, regardless of whether you pass the test or not, this woman will always be your master. Will you seize this opportunity?"

He knew all too well his master's ruthlessness, his wisdom, and his unwavering determination once he made a decision. He shouldn't agree, he shouldn't compromise. But, after all, that person was his master.

If his master were to threaten him with the young master's life, even if his convictions were as firm as a rock, even if they could share life and death, the pain in his heart would never be erased. One was his closest relative, and the other was his most beloved; he could not completely abandon either of them.

Yi Han slowly turned around and looked at Lin Yu, whose face was pale but who was looking at him calmly and gently. When he spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse: "Young Master, things can't get any worse than they are now."

He said, "I swear."

Lin Yu looked at him gently and quietly, skillfully concealing her pain and worry deep within her eyes, and said softly, "Whatever decision you make, I will always support you. As long as..."

A cool little hand gently touched his face, its smooth fingertips caressing his skin: "As long as you can come back, that's all that matters."

The silver strands on her forehead gently brushed against her handsome face. Her green robe clung to her blue shirt. Yi Han gently hugged her slender body, feeling her trembling beneath her calm exterior, and his heart ached.

This is a turning point. This is a season I will never forget...

Xiao Yi

2008.3.9 10:58

Chapter 18: Green Robe and Silver Threads (End)

Next update: Tuesday evening, March 11.

I've caught a cold, I've caught a cold again, waaaaah... I've only been better for two weeks, I can't take it anymore!

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Chapter 19 Deep Affection is Short-Lived (Part 1)

Chapter 19 Deep Affection is Short-Lived (Part 1)

Early summer in May and golden autumn in October are actually seasons with very similar temperatures. As if by fate or a curse, I always watch Yihan leave in these seasons, and I always wait anxiously for his return in these seasons.

What tricks will Fu Yu use? The so-called test certainly won't be something like stepping on plum blossom stakes or crossing a fire bridge. Since Fu Yu is determined to succeed, even if it is a test, it must be beneficial to his plan.

Alas! This inevitably brings us to the things I despise most: drugs and seductive arts. Forcing a man and woman to unite under duress is nothing more than drugging and arousing desire. With a certain dosage, even the most hardened hearts will succumb to the blazing fire of passion. This has nothing to do with feelings; it's simply a matter of pushing the body to its limits.

Or there's an even more clichéd method. Poison Mu Shuangshuang; she'll die if she doesn't have intercourse. Given Mu Shuangshuang's personality and feelings for Yi Han, she'd rather die than let anyone else touch her. Yi Han still has a brother-sister relationship with Mu Shuangshuang. What if the test was to give him a confined space and have him revive Mu Shuangshuang within a set timeframe? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. I never knew I could come up with so many despicable schemes.

I think Yi Han was actually aware of these things, but he still believed in his own resolve and conviction. He was still unwilling to truly become Fu Yu's enemy, so he chose this path with almost no chance of winning.

No one will trip over the same stone twice. But what if that stone tripped you up without giving you any choice?

Today is the day Feifei left us.

The bright sunlight seemed to be blown by a gentle breeze onto his handsome, angelic face. His dark eyes were fixed on me, his long eyelashes trembled, his thin lips trembled, and his slender body trembled as well.

A wave of sadness washed over me; reluctance and helplessness filled the Chiyu Tower that afternoon. Qin Wu, Qin Xue, and Lin Xuan were waiting for us. They should have left an hour ago. But even now, Fei Fei stubbornly held onto my hand, refusing to let go.

I gently hugged him, stroking his soft, ink-black hair again and again: "Feifei, I will bring you back, I definitely will."

Feifei hugged me tightly. Despite his tall stature and the way he was holding me, it felt as if I was being snuggled up to him, so fragile.

"I'm scared..." Feifei whispered in my ear.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Lin Xuan will protect you, Qin Xue will take care of you, and the maid who has always been by your side will also come. There's really nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm scared..." Feifei stubbornly refused to let go of my arms, repeating his fear over and over, "So scared..."