Li Shishi glared at Dongfang Heng, Shen Lixue, and the others, roaring hysterically, her body trembling, her black hair flying wildly, on the verge of madness.
"If you like someone, you should ask if they like you back. You could have married a gentle husband and had a better life. It was your own willful decision to enter the palace as a concubine that ruined your life. Who can you blame?" Shen Lixue exposed the truth and coldly refuted Consort Shu.
"I did it for Dongfang Yan, for Dongfang Yan! Why did he go to the peach blossom forest that day? Why did he let me see it? If it weren't for him, my life wouldn't have turned out like this." Years of bitter life had twisted Consort Shu's mind. She stubbornly believed that everything she did was right, and everything others said and did was wrong.
"Your whole family ganged up on me and schemed against me. I will make you pay back a thousand times over for the debt you owe me!" Haha, it's not enough for just husband and wife to fight each other.
"Liu Rumeng, kill Dongfang Heng and send him and his son to hell together!"
The Holy King was seriously injured and bleeding. A tear slid across Liu Rumeng's eye, but she stood coldly to the side, unresponsive. Upon hearing Li Shishi's order, she gripped her blood-stained sword and charged towards Dongfang Heng without hesitation, with only one thought in her mind: to kill Dongfang Heng.
"Meng'er, he is your son!" The Holy King shouted hoarsely as he watched Liu Rumeng's merciless and ruthless killing move.
Liu Rumeng ignored him, her sharp sword slicing through the air as it pierced towards Dongfang Heng.
Dongfang Heng looked at his crazed mother. His white jade fingers moved slightly, and sharp sword energy surrounded her. He didn't want to hurt his mother, nor could he let his mother hurt him. The Holy King was already seriously injured. If he were to be seriously injured as well, there would be no one to protect the Holy King. Shen Lixue and Li Shishi would ruthlessly exterminate them.
Dongfang Heng's powerful internal energy formed a sword aura that surrounded Liu Rumeng. Liu Rumeng fought desperately, her eyes bloodshot, like a demon from hell, trying to break through all obstacles and kill anyone who stood in her way.
Despite his illness, the Holy King slowly stood up with Shen Lixue's help. Looking at the mother and son locked in a stalemate, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. They should have been a happy family, with a loving mother and a filial son, but now they were killing each other. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.
A tear welled up in the corner of her eye. The Holy King suddenly reached out and pushed Dongfang Heng away. Dongfang Heng's sword energy paused. Liu Rumeng broke through the barrier and thrust her sharp sword straight at Dongfang Heng.
The Holy King turned and instantly appeared in front of Liu Rumeng. He gripped her shoulder tightly with his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand pierced through both Liu Rumeng and the Holy King's bodies.
"Father!" Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue watched in shock as the long sword pierced through Liu Rumeng's back and emerged from the Holy King's back, pinning the two of them tightly together. They never expected that the Holy King would stop Liu Rumeng in this way.
"Heng'er, Lixue, Meng'er loves you. She was controlled by someone, which is why she harmed you. Don't blame her!" A sharp longsword pierced through her body, cold and sharp. Blood stained her clothes and dripped to the ground from the blade. The Holy King looked at the woman in front of him, showing no fear of death.
Liu Rumeng was unconscious and would only stop attacking after she had wiped them out. Their son and daughter-in-law were still young and had a better life ahead of them. They shouldn't die like this. Besides, all of this was Li Shishi's scheme. If their family really killed each other, wouldn't that be exactly what Li Shishi wanted?
"Father, we don't blame Mother. We could have found a way to save her. Why did you do this?" The Holy King didn't want to hurt Liu Rumeng, but he had to stop her from killing his own son. So, he chose to perish together with her, piercing both of them with his sword and going to the Yellow Springs together. His feelings for her were not hatred, but love, so intense that they could not be torn apart.
The Holy King smiled and gazed at Liu Rumeng: "Five years ago, when Meng'er fell off the cliff, my heart died. I am only alive to avenge her." He was overjoyed to see Liu Rumeng alive, but when he saw her being controlled and ruthlessly injured, he was heartbroken and saddened. He understood that she had no choice, and he did not blame her.
Five years had passed since he last saw her. She had transformed from a frail woman into a peerless master. He hadn't witnessed the hardships she endured, but he could imagine how she had survived over a thousand days and nights, how much suffering she had endured.
His slightly rough fingers gently touched Liu Rumeng's beautiful face with affection. Her eyes were dull and empty, but he felt a warmth emanating from his fingertips. This really was Meng'er, his Meng'er.
The two were separated for five years. Heaven took pity on them and allowed them to meet again. Even if he were struck by lightning and his body was destroyed, he would never let her leave alone again. He would stay with her forever, no matter where he was.
The Holy King's strong arms held the frail woman tightly in his embrace, the two pressed close together without any gap. The woman's fragrance mingled with the smell of blood, filling the air. A faint smile appeared on the Holy King's lips. She was being controlled and didn't recognize him anymore. It didn't matter. They would go to the underworld together. Once there, his dream would be restored, and she would recognize him again.
The blood from their chests mingled together, a bright, glaring crimson. It dripped from the silver blade onto the ground, staining it a dazzling crimson. The handsome man and the beautiful woman, their bodies stained with blood, clung to each other, their figures reflected in the dark night and the dim yellow light, like a poignant and beautiful painting.
"Yan!" A soft voice suddenly called from within her arms.
Dongfang Yan was startled and suddenly opened his eyes. The woman in his arms was looking up at him with clear, affectionate eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, just like five years ago when she looked at him with tender affection.
"Meng'er, you're awake!" The Holy King was shocked by Liu Rumeng. He had never imagined that she could still see him so clearly.
Liu Rumeng nodded. She was awake. No matter how strong the restrictions were, they could not stop Dongfang Yan's love for her. Because of her deep love, she was awake. Her beautiful eyes filled with apologetic tears: "I'm sorry!"
"I should be the one apologizing. Five years ago, behind Xiangguo Temple, I failed to protect you!" Dongfang Yan gazed deeply at Liu Rumeng, his fingers gently tracing her delicate face. Blood instantly stained her porcelain-like cheek, and a sharp pain shot through his chest. He suddenly remembered that a sword had been thrust through their chests: "Meng'er... I... I've hurt you again... You don't blame me, do you?"
Liu Rumeng shook her head, crystal tears sliding down her cheeks, her slender arms tightly embracing Dongfang Yan's chest: "As long as I'm with you, I'll go anywhere!" Wherever Dongfang Yan is, that's her paradise. Whether it's the ends of the earth or the underworld, she's willing to go with him.
Dongfang Yan held Liu Rumeng tightly, whispering softly above her head, "In the next life, let's be husband and wife again. I will protect you well, and together we'll see the peach blossoms and willows of Jiangnan, the setting sun over the desert beyond the Great Wall, beautiful women, and graceful men..."
A sharp pain pierced her chest, and blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Liu Rumeng nodded heavily and closed her eyes in peace: "In the next life, I will marry no one but you!"
"I will marry no one but you!" Blood flowed rapidly, her body grew colder and colder, and her consciousness gradually faded. Dongfang Yan held Liu Rumeng tightly, a faint smile on his lips, silently giving her warmth. Between life and death, he promised her a lifetime of happiness!
Shen Lixue's eyes were slightly moist. After years of being an assassin, she had long forgotten how to cry. But looking at the deep affection between Dongfang Yan and Liu Rumeng, she couldn't help but shed tears.
His biological parents embraced each other and gradually lost their lives before his eyes. Dongfang Heng remained calm, showing no unusual reaction, but a layer of painful tears welled up in the depths of his eyes. His jade-like fingers clenched tightly, and his slightly trembling fists betrayed his true inner emotions.
He is Dongfang Heng, the God of War of Qingyan, representing the entire Qingyan Kingdom in Xiliang. He cannot cry or shed tears. But who can remain completely unmoved in the face of the death of their own parents?
Looking at the loving couple who had been through thick and thin together, Ye Qianlong's clear eyes flashed with complex emotions. Love that transcends life and death is rare in this world, and it is what he yearns for most.
Although Lu Jiangfeng was blind, he could hear their conversation and smell the strong stench of blood. He roughly guessed what had happened, and a strange emotion flickered in his unfocused eyes.
They embraced tightly, going to the underworld together. It was a scene that was deeply moving, but Consort Shu found it incredibly irritating. A fire of anger ignited in her chest, and she roared furiously, "You two vile women, you think that death can solve everything? I'll make sure you can't even be together in death!"
She suddenly raised her slender hand and struck the two seriously injured men hard. She wanted Dongfang Yan and Liu Rumeng to die tragically, their bodies reduced to ashes, not to die peacefully together.
With a flick of his white jade fingers, Dongfang Heng's powerful internal energy instantly transformed into countless sharp swords, shooting towards Li Shishi.
His happy family was destroyed by Li Shishi. His gentle mother and loving father were forced to die together by her. He will kill this ruthless mastermind to avenge his parents.
Despite his burning hatred, Dongfang Heng remained remarkably clear-headed, his every move sharp and merciless.
In contrast, Li Shishi was furious and had long lost her composure. Her moves were also chaotic, and she quickly fell into a disadvantageous position. In a moment of carelessness, she was hit on the shoulder by Dongfang Heng, and flew back three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a shower of blood.
Dongfang Heng deliberately made his footsteps louder, each step resounding like the footsteps of death, slowly approaching.
Li Shishi remained calm and looked at Dongfang Heng. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Dongfang Yan shouldn't have gone far. I can still catch up with him now. This time, I will definitely defeat Liu Rumeng and snatch Dongfang Yan away!"
Hehe, death is nothing to be afraid of. With Dongfang Yan by her side, they'll be noisy and lively all the way, which will definitely not be as lonely as in the deep palace. She couldn't be happier.
Shen Lixue stood beside the Holy King and Holy Queen, checked their breathing and heartbeats, and carefully examined their wounds. Her clear, cold eyes suddenly narrowed: "The sword pierced a little off course. Father, Mother should still be able to be saved. Qianlong, where are all the medicines in the palace?"
"What medicines do they need at the Imperial Hospital? I'll go get them right away." It's such a pity that the Holy King and Holy Queen, such a loving couple, were harmed by villains and met such a tragic end.
Now that they have a chance to survive, Ye Qianlong is willing to help them.
Seeing Ye Qianlong leave the Imperial Study and rush towards the Imperial Hospital, Consort Shu roared hysterically, "They are so badly injured, they are bound to die, what's the point of treating their injuries or getting them medicine?"