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Capítulo 157

"That woman can still walk with arrows stuck in her throat, that's really amazing..."

Tuoba Hao's exclamation jolted Tuoba Chen back to his senses.

Arrows stuck in it? Arrows stuck in it!!

A horrifying sight loomed in the distance: a trail of vibrant blood stretched out, revealing a cold arrow gleaming with a sinister light protruding from the bleeding calf!

My heart skipped a beat, footsteps echoed in the wind, and a bright yellow robe billowed in the wind, creating a flamboyant splash of bright yellow...

Volume Three: Looking Back to Where My Heart Once Belonged, Chapter Seven: Responding

"You, you're injured." After struggling for a moment, Tuoba Chen finally reached out and grabbed Rongyue. His deep, starry eyes were unfathomable, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was filled with worry.

She abruptly flung Tuoba Chen's hand away, her lips pressed tightly together, and hugged Gouwa even tighter before walking past him expressionlessly.

"Mother..." Holding Rongyue's neck, Gouwa timidly glanced at Rongyue's cold and indifferent expression. Although she didn't know why, with a child's sensitive mind, she could vaguely sense that her mother was angry.

Hearing Gouwa's call, Rongyue lowered her gaze and saw Gouwa's rosy cheeks. The ice in her eyes melted slightly. She did not respond, nor did she stop walking. She simply patted Gouwa's back gently.

Staring blankly at his hand that had been flung away, Tuoba Chen felt utterly drained. The resolute way she had flung his hand replayed in his mind, and an indescribable fear spread through him...

Their progress had to come to a halt.

Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Her cold eyes swept over the man who had suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, the icy aura emanating from him hinting at her displeasure and resistance.

"Mistress, don't shake me off, don't..."

"What's wrong with you!" Rongyue coldly interrupted Tuoba Chen's painful murmur. Her hand, which was placed on Gouwa's back, was clenched tightly, and her white knuckles revealed her current mood.

"Mistress, it's you, isn't it? You're my mistress, tell me, mistress, you're back, aren't you..."

"You'd better let me go before I lose my temper!"

"My mistress, she's my mistress. Only a mistress would talk to me like that... Mistress, um..." With a muffled groan, Tuoba Chen knelt on one knee, clutching his abdomen. His handsome face was strangely distorted, displaying a combination of pain and surprise.

She's a mistress, she really is a mistress!

"Your Majesty!" The military advisor behind her cried out in alarm, leading the Imperial Guards to surround Rong Yue.

"You audacious shrew! How dare you disrespect the Emperor! Are you tired of living?! What are you waiting for? Seize this shrew!"

The Imperial Guards, swords in hand, were about to step forward when a loud shout abruptly stopped them in their tracks.

"roll!"

Tuoba Chen glared fiercely at the bewildered Imperial Guards, his icy gaze carrying an unnamed rage. The torment of being torn between ice and fire sent cold sweat down the backs of the Imperial Guards, who stiffened and hastily took several steps back.

Turning to that slender figure in white, his gaze suddenly softened, shimmering and sparkling, the captivating light in his eyes rippling and undulating, magnificent and splendid.

"The mistress." The deep, husky voice possessed a captivating magnetism, like a fine wine, intoxicating and enchanting.

Rongyue understood from those two simple words that he had confirmed her identity.

But so what?

Three years have passed, and for him, she is probably just a thing of the past.

Now, he has a family, and she has children. Their relationship has gone astray. They've gone astray, heading in different directions. Forcing them to change course will only make their lives more tiring, or even painful...

Such is the will of Heaven; what can man do against it?

What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force.

Even those who don't believe in fate sometimes have no choice but to submit to its arrangements.

With a calm expression, Rongyue turned to leave, but the man behind her would not let her have her way.

"Xiao San, are you angry with me? I just wanted to shoot that sika deer. I really didn't expect your daughter to suddenly appear. Xiao San, I didn't mean to. Please don't be angry, okay?" Holding Rong Yue tightly, Tuoba Chen was afraid that she would misunderstand him, so he hurriedly explained.

At this thought, he suddenly remembered Rongyue's leg injury and hurriedly squatted down to examine it. Gently touching the wound, he saw the blood gradually congealing in the cold weather. He became anxious and was about to call for the imperial physician when he suddenly remembered where he was.

Damn it, why didn't I call the imperial physician when I left the palace!

While Tuoba Chen was feeling frustrated, Rong Yue had already started walking forward, her steps perfectly steady, which was enough to show her remarkable tenacity.

"You mistress, what kind of time is this to still be so stubborn!" Tuoba Chen shouted angrily, grabbing Rongyue's arm. He was half angry and half heartbroken.

"It's none of your business."

Tuoba Chen paused for half a second, then murmured hurtfully, "I don't care... Mistress, why? Tell me why? Is it because you no longer have feelings for me? Is that it?"

Without changing her expression, she softly uttered from her pink lips: "Yes."

His tall, slender body trembled.

Forcing a smile, Tuoba Chen said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "My mistress still loves to annoy me, I really can't do anything about it. Alright, stop being angry, come back to the palace with me first, and after your injuries are healed, you can annoy me however you want..."

"Tuoba Chen!" Rongyue's voice was stern, her solemn face carrying an undeniable warning.

“You have a leg injury, holding the child will only worsen your injury. Here, give me the child.” As he spoke, he reached out his hands towards Gouwa.

He quickly turned his body to the side.

Rongyue hugged Gouwa tighter, her eyes filled with wariness as she watched Tuoba Chen, whose hands were frozen in mid-air.

What is he trying to do? Is he trying to use Gouwa to threaten her?

Her almond-shaped eyes were icy cold. She could overlook other things, but if anyone dared to lay a finger on her Gouwa, no matter who it was, she would never let them get away with it, no matter what!