Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 136

My throat felt a little sore, and my eyes were moist but I couldn't shed a tear. Actually, I didn't want him to leave either. He was so innocent, so naive, and so attached to me. How could he be happy if he left my side?

But if we don't send him away now, and the four assassins discover him, the consequences for both of us will be unpredictable and terrible. Now that Zi Mo's soul has taken over Yu Fei's body, it further proves that Liu Cenfeng's soul is sealed within this body. The more I cherish the simple and content Fei Fei now, the more I fear his disappearance, the more I long to love him forever like my own child… the more I dread the return of Liu Cenfeng, driven mad by hatred.

"Feifei, what are you afraid of?" I gently patted his back and said softly, "I will definitely come to pick you up, I promise."

Feifei looked up at me with a wistful gaze, her eyes moist, trying hard to hide her immense grievances, reluctance, and fear, but she inadvertently revealed, "I'm afraid... I'll never see Yu again, and... I'll never see him again..."

I wanted to say, "How could this be?" but for some reason, the words caught in my throat and wouldn't come out. A strange fear surged up, as if foreshadowing that this parting would be forever. No! How could this be?

"Linxuan," I said, turning around, "you must take good care of Feifei."

The alluring man behind her gave her a dismissive look: "Firstly, I'm not a wet nurse, and secondly, I've never taken care of a child before. Besides, who is he? The dignified White-Robed Grand Tutor! Why would I need to take care of him?"

I turned slightly to the side and glanced at him, saying calmly, "Ten thousand taels."

Lin Xuan was taken aback, moved, and immediately replied, "Pay 50,000 first."

"Okay." I gave Qin Wu a look, and he snorted, took out a stack of silver notes and threw them into Lin Xuan's hand.

Lin Xuan is the only subordinate among the Seven Stars who was bought off with money; he has absolutely no loyalty. Fortunately, however, he is inexplicably afraid of Yi Han, and as long as he is paid enough, he will guarantee equal loyalty. Such a genuine villain is clearly much better than a hypocrite. That's why I've kept him in the position on Uranus.

I turned around, smoothing Feifei's hair, and said softly, "Remember to take good care of yourself from now on. Wear more clothes if you get cold, don't read in the sun, and get out of the bath if the water gets cold... Feifei, I'll come pick you up soon."

Feifei looked at me intently, as if trying to etch me into her mind: "Yu, two months... I'll wait for you for two months..."

With a voice as soft as a feather plucking at my heartstrings, as delicate as slender fingers strumming a harp, he said to me, word by word, "Yu, you must come, you absolutely must... otherwise, I will hate you..." He paused, then repeated as if making a vow, "I will definitely hate you..."

Seeing his longing expression, as if he were about to cry, and his complete attachment, I nodded silently. In that instant, I couldn't see his handsome face clearly, and only then did I realize that my eyes were already brimming with tears.

Lin Xuan led Fei Fei step by step toward the gate, and I stood there watching him slowly leave.

"Qin Wu," I asked the person behind me without turning around, "do you still hate him enough to want to kill him?"

There was a long silence, so long that I thought he was unwilling to answer, before he finally said, "They are not the same person. It wasn't Feifei who killed Qin Ye."

With just a simple sentence, his voice trembled. His figure slowly disappeared at the entrance of Chiyu Tower. I stared fixedly at the empty vermilion gate, a profound emptiness and silence settling in my heart.

The human heart is truly the most fragile thing, the thing that needs the most care, because if you're not careful, loneliness can creep into your heart like a venomous snake. Just like Feifei's repeated "I'm afraid," just like his vow, "I will definitely hate you," just like Qin Ye's trembling voice.

And what about me? I opened my hand, and in my palm was a piece of lustrous white jade, as fragrant as orchids and as elegant as pine. From the moment Yihan left, I had never been able to let go of it. Every corner of the jade was so hard, digging into my palm with a dull pain, but I wanted to use this pain to remind myself that Yihan would come back. He said he would definitely come back.

Today is the day Feifei left. Today, may I be able to wait for Yihan to return to my side?

Next update: Friday evening, March 14th.

I won't be home until very late the next two days, and I might be too lazy to turn on my computer then, so I'll update on Friday.

Thank you everyone for your concern about my cold. It's not completely gone yet, and I have a bit of a headache. But seeing so many people giving me advice makes me really happy! ^_^

The next update will be a turning point, a real turning point for Yihan and Linyu's relationship. Stop calling me a stepmother! I've given them happiness, haha...

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Chapter 19 Deep Affection is Short-Lived (Part 2)

Chapter 19 Deep Affection is Short-Lived (Part 2)

Author's Note:

Contains explicit content, proceed with caution!

As evening fell, the sky turned a golden hue. The Crimson Pavilion was eerily quiet, as if shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere that blocked out sound. The Crimson Pavilion of Wind Whisper and the Crimson Pavilion of Golden Radiance were almost identical, both featuring a pair of stone lions at their entrance. Leaning against the left lion, quietly watching the asphalt road, perhaps one could await his return.

But today, I no longer possess that courage. I can't imagine the despair of waiting from dawn till dusk on that endless road, only to find no familiar figure in sight; I can't even imagine the hellish, sorrowful rain of two years ago repeating itself. So, I can only pace endlessly within the Chiyu Building, from the bedroom to the study, from the corridor to the garden, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting. Occasionally, I sip some tea, but it's either too hot, too cold, or lacks aroma, making me increasingly nostalgic for Yihan's flavor.

However, as I passed his room that evening, it suddenly occurred to me, what good would it do to wait for him to return? We were ultimately destined not to be together. Since we were destined not to be together, why should I let him risk his life to refuse to marry?

So, let him compromise, let him get married? The pain is excruciating! No, there's no other way! Getting married… just thinking about those two words makes my heart feel like it's being torn apart. If Yihan really marries another woman, if Yihan really falls in love with someone else… then what's the point of me staying in this world?

Her hands and feet seemed to be under a spell, and she opened the door and entered his room. The furnishings were simple, and the color scheme was gray and white. It wasn't dark, nor was it bright, but it exuded a coldness.

Indeed, the air here is permeated with the scent of Yi Han—a faint, cool, and indifferent fragrance, almost imperceptible. It's a scent that I find lingering, longing, and craving to the point of madness.

So cold, so cold! Please tell me, how much longer must I wait for your return? How much longer must I wait before I can return to your embrace? How much longer must I wait before I can love you without reservation?

Is it a year, ten years, or a lifetime? If it's a lifetime, please tell me so I can prepare to wait forever!

I exhaled softly, calming my agitated heart. I've told myself countless times to be content, countless times to cherish what I have, yet when memories flood back and love surges, I can't help but greedily yearn for more. That's probably just human nature.

What is Yi Han doing now? Is he desperately resisting the temptations set by Fu Yu? Is he engraving his vows with his life? Or has he finally broken all the chains of his limits and left me?

"Yihan, Yihan..." I murmured his name, carefully holding the jade in my palm with both hands, and then kissed it.

"Yihan..." the second time, the third time, "I love you..."

I kissed the white jade, still warm from my palm, again and again, hot tears sliding down my cheeks, a salty taste seeping into my mouth: "Yihan, I love you so much... Do you know? I love you so much..."

"Bang—!" The window was smashed open almost like an explosion. When I looked up, my lips were still lightly kissing the slowly cooling jade. When I saw who it was, the jade fell to the ground with a thud.

It's cold too!

The person who arrived was dressed in tattered and disheveled clothes, with silver hair flying everywhere, and bloodshot eyes, almost insane. Yet, who else could it be but Yi Han?

I stared blankly as he suddenly appeared in front of me, his burning, pain-filled eyes stinging me. He called out to me in a hoarse voice, "Lin Yu...?" His hands gripped my shoulders inch by inch.

His eyes were glazed over, completely unfocused, and his whole body was trembling. His hands, gripping my shoulders, tightened inch by inch, his fingertips almost digging into my arms.

It wasn't the pain in my shoulder, nor the pain of seeing him so haggard, but something else made me sob: "Yihan..."