“Even I, a person from the wilderness, know the Poison Saint’s abilities, and I know that Luo Zhiwu can be saved if the Poison Saint comes. But what did you do at this time? You didn’t think about your brother at all, didn’t think that your brother could survive, you weren’t happy, and you didn’t even consider your brother’s situation.”
"Logically speaking, since the Poison Saint has come, you, as his sister who has always had a good relationship with him, should have tried every means to get him to treat him. But you didn't. Instead, you repeatedly provoked him. Didn't you ever consider that your brother might have died because you saved him, and he refused to treat him in a fit of anger? You say you're selfless and don't want others to criticize you, but look at what you've done. Does it stand up to scrutiny and discussion? What face do you have to stand here and drive people away, saying this is your home?" Luo Zhiheng's words were like heavy slaps, each one hitting Luo Ningshuang's face and soul.
Luo Ningshuang felt humiliated, wronged, and angry. She wanted nothing more than to kill Luo Zhiheng, but she hated Mu Yunhe even more—he hadn't helped her at all!
"Yunhe, why aren't you helping me? Look at how I've been humiliated by her, don't you feel sad and upset?" Luo Ningshuang looked at Mu Yunhe for help, feeling confident because she was certain of Mu Yunhe's feelings for Luo Zhiheng.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yunhe said to her with a bad expression, "Apologize to the Poison Saint."
"What did you say?" Luo Ningshuang stared blankly at Mu Yunhe, asking incredulously.
"I'm telling you to apologize to the Poison Saint!" Mu Yunhe repeated, this time with particular emphasis.
Luo Ningshuang was instantly enraged, and said in a sharp voice, "Why? What did I do wrong that you want me to apologize?"
“Rui Lin is right, you went too far. You would never have done this before. I don’t care what your reasons or feelings are, apologize to the Poison Saint now, don’t make me say it a fourth time!” Mu Yunhe’s attitude was exceptionally firm, his cold gaze like an ice blade, piercing straight into Luo Ningshuang’s mind, coldly and clearly telling Luo Ningshuang the firmness of his attitude.
Luo Ningshuang trembled, her body and mind trembling. Despite her resentment and anger, she dared not disobey Mu Yunhe's wishes. With red eyes, she whispered to the Poison Saint, "I'm sorry."
Poison Saint appeared extremely flustered. He had no idea that things would turn out this way. Although he was quite saddened by Luo Zhiheng's treatment of him, he couldn't bear to see her upset, so he smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright, we're like family."
Luo Ningshuang felt embarrassed and didn't want to respond to the Poison Saint, so she took Mu Yunhe's hand and said, "Let's go, I don't want to stay here anymore, I'm feeling a little unwell."
Mu Yunhe stared intently at Luo Ningshuang, his mind racing with thoughts. The Luo Zhiheng of the past would never have done something like this. His heart was filled with dissatisfaction and doubt because of Luo Zhiheng's repeated actions. Could a person really change their personality just because of three years of slumber? Why couldn't he sense any trace of the Luo Zhiheng of the past in her?
Luo Ningshuang was terrified by Mu Yunhe's gaze, which seemed to see right through her. She subconsciously lowered her head, afraid that Mu Yunhe would discover her weakness.
"It's ridiculous. You don't even know if your own brother can be saved, yet you're in such a hurry to leave." Luo Zhiheng's sarcasm only fueled Mu Yunhe's dissatisfaction and doubt towards Luo Ningshuang. Seeing Mu Yunhe's expression, Luo Zhiheng laughed: "Alright, hurry up and leave. Don't get in the way and ruin other people's good mood."
"Then I'll leave Luo Zhiwu in your care," Mu Yunhe said to the Poison Saint. As he turned to leave, he casually asked Luo Ningshuang, "Why aren't you worried about your brother's life or death at all?"
Luo Ningshuang's heart leaped into her throat instantly. Her voice was a little weak as she said, "It's not that I'm not worried, Yunhe, don't misunderstand me. I'm just quite scared too, and there's nothing I can do to help here. I'm not feeling well myself, so don't make things worse. I know my brother is a lucky person and will definitely get better."
Mu Yunhe nodded, and as he left, he glanced at Luo Zhiheng, who was bustling around Luo Zhiwu's bedside. His gaze deepened, and it seemed as if some sparks were bursting forth in his eyes, but they quickly vanished into the endless darkness of his gaze.
Poison Saint sized up Luo Zhiheng and found that this girl was quite to his liking. Being with her reminded him of his past interactions with Luo Zhiheng. However, it was clear that this girl and Luo Zhiheng did not get along. He said sarcastically, "Don't expect me to thank you. Although you spoke up for me, I still think you're meddling. I was very angry when you spoke about Luo Zhiheng like that."
Luo Zhiheng rolled her eyes, exuding charm, and said coquettishly, "You can hate me all you want, but I will make you fall in love with me. One day you will find that I am much better than 'Luo Zhiheng'."
The Poison Saint was so frightened by the coquettishness in her voice that he almost collapsed. He quickly got out of the trench, pulled up his trembling pants, and said stiffly, "Get out of here right now. I need to treat Luo Zhiwu. It's not convenient for you to be here."
Luo Zhiheng glared at her: "What's inconvenient about it? I want to stay here and take care of Luo Zhiwu."
"No! Get out of here. You're bothering me. If you make a mistake and cause Luo Zhiwu's death, you'll be responsible! Get out of here and stop bothering me," the Poison Saint said firmly.
Luo Zhiheng had no choice but to leave.
This was the first time she had left the General's Mansion in the past few days. Not wanting to return to the post station so soon, she wandered aimlessly down the street. As she walked, she stopped and looked at the familiar street, the familiar man, and the scoundrel she could never forget, even if her soul was destroyed!
They were shopping. Although Mu Yunhe was beside Luo Ningshuang, Luo Zhiheng could see his impatience and absent-mindedness. Luo Ningshuang, however, seemed oblivious to Mu Yunhe's impatience, happily wandering around and laughing loudly, as if she wanted everyone to know she was finally over and had Mu Yunhe. People around them looked at them with various expressions—envy, admiration, and blessings.
So lively and energetic, how could he look unwell? Even his lies are so hypocritical. Does Luo Ningshuang think Mu Yunhe is a fool who can't see through her? Or does she think Mu Yunhe's feelings for Luo Zhiheng are so strong that he'll accept whatever Luo Zhiheng does?
Luo Ningshuang, you don't understand Mu Yunhe at all. The reason Mu Yunhe loves Luo Zhiheng so deeply is because Luo Zhiheng never does anything against her conscience or that is immoral, never takes advantage of his favor, and never challenges Mu Yunhe's moral bottom line.
Luo Ningshuang did all of this. She was digging her own grave step by step, wearing down Mu Yunhe's patience. Even if Luo Zhiheng didn't come back, Mu Yunhe would probably completely despise this imposter Luo Ningshuang one day.
Luo Ningshuang turned around abruptly, clearly having seen Luo Zhiheng. Her eyes flashed, and she affectionately took Mu Yunhe's arm, giving Luo Zhiheng a strange smile.
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476 Ah Heng, who lured others to export, brought disaster upon himself by exporting! (Bonus chapter for 36,000 comments)
Updated: 2013-12-03 15:43:30 Word Count: 3677
Luo Ningshuang suddenly grabbed Mu Yunhe's hand, biting her lower lip as if carefully choosing her words, and said timidly and with a touch of sadness, "Yunhe, I know it was all my fault before. I don't know what's wrong with me. I always feel so empty and helpless, as if I might lose you at any moment. I really love you so much, and I'm so afraid of losing you. I never knew I could be so timid and cowardly. Every time I'm face to face with that Ruilin, every time I see the way she looks at you, I feel so uncomfortable."
“I know that with our relationship and your feelings for me, you would never betray or hurt me. But the way Ruilin looked at you was so dangerous. It made me feel like my man was being coveted by another woman. My sadness was about to boil over. I was afraid that you would be bewitched by that woman, which is why I was so irrational and impulsive every time I faced Ruilin.”
"Yunhe, please forgive me? Actually, I hate myself like that too. Please don't be angry."
Mu Yunhe was surprised by Luo Ningshuang's words. They came suddenly and inexplicably, yet it seemed as if Luo Ningshuang had prepared them in advance. Mu Yunhe did indeed have doubts and dissatisfaction with Luo Ningshuang, but her words at this moment seemed to be an admission of wrongdoing. In the end, Mu Yunhe was unwilling to be harsh on Luo Zhiheng.
Her gloomy face finally brightened a bit after hearing her words, but her voice still carried a hint of reproach: "I can understand what you're saying, but you slept for three years, and when you woke up, you'd changed so much. And you're often irritable and complain a lot. You were never like this before. You would never scold or beat servants, you would never be so cold to your family, and you would never treat your friends badly. All of this makes me feel that you've changed, that you're not the person you used to be, as if you've become a completely different person."
Luo Ningshuang was truly terrified by Mu Yunhe's words. Her face turned deathly pale as she anxiously grabbed Mu Yunhe's arm, saying, "No, I haven't changed. I'm still the same person I was before, and I will never change. As long as you still love me, you'll definitely see the person I used to be. It's just that being in a coma for three years, that huge void, made everything feel unreal. I was afraid, afraid of losing everything, afraid of losing you. Yunhe, believe me, I'm still the same person I was before. I'll try my best to integrate myself into the present. Give me some time, and let's fill in these three empty years together, okay?"
Her heartbroken and affectionate demeanor was truly pitiful. Mu Yunhe sighed, her voice finally softening: "Whatever your reason, I will forgive you, but you need to recover quickly and not treat your friends like that again, it really hurts others."
"Okay, I understand. I will definitely try my best to correct it. Yunhe, can you call me Aheng? You haven't called me Aheng since I regained my memories. I want to hear you call me that." Luo Ningshuang said to Mu Yunhe with eager anticipation in her eyes.
She wasn't stupid; she could sense that ever since Luo Zhiheng made that condition—forbidding Mu Yunhe from calling her Aheng—Mu Yunhe's attitude towards her had deteriorated day by day. Although Mu Yunhe hadn't explicitly said he didn't want her, if things continued this way, it was only a matter of time before he abandoned her. Although she also loathed the name Aheng, in order to win back Mu Yunhe's heart, she had no choice but to endure the humiliation of bearing that name.
However, Mu Yunhe did not call her Aheng as she had expected. Instead, he turned his head slightly with a troubled expression and his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to call me by my name? Yunhe, what's wrong with you? I'm Aheng, why don't you want to call me?" Luo Ningshuang's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked with a sob in her voice.
Mu Yunhe's brows furrowed even deeper. He wondered what was wrong with him. It was easy to call her Aheng; he had called her that name a thousand times before. But this time, it felt exceptionally difficult to utter. The image of that small face wearing a golden mask and those jewel-like, blood-red eyes flashed before his eyes.
He had promised her he wouldn't call her Luo Zhiheng anymore, and he didn't want to break his promise. He didn't want to break his promise to her.
Mu Yunhe was startled. He actually rejected Luo Zhiheng for another woman?! How could that be?
"Yun He?" Luo Ningshuang called out to him pitifully, tears welling up in her eyes. "What's wrong with you? Don't you want to call me that? Or have you really started to care about another woman? She just told you not to call me Aheng, and you really stopped calling me that. Tell me, have you fallen for that woman?"
"No!" Mu Yunhe immediately retorted, then, realizing he had spoken too quickly, he smiled awkwardly and said, "How could that be? Mu Yunhe will always love Luo Zhiheng the most, and will never fall in love with or like any other woman."
"Then why don't you call me Aheng?" A hint of malice flashed in Luo Ningshuang's eyes as she caught sight of Luo Zhiheng slowly walking behind Mu Yunhe, and she felt anxious.
"Because I promised the chieftain of the wilderness that I would stop calling you by your name as long as she cures your illness. Since I made a promise, I naturally have to keep it." Mu Yunhe knew in his heart that this was not the real explanation, but he used it as a pretext.
Luo Ningshuang pleaded anxiously, "But I'm all better now, just call me once. I don't feel at ease if you don't call me Aheng, as if I haven't come back yet. Anyway, she's not here right now, so please just call me once, okay? Yunhe, just once."
Faced with her soft, pleading words, Mu Yunhe struggled as well. Whether it was to resist his feelings for Luo Zhiheng or to comfort Luo Ningshuang, he finally spoke softly, "Aheng..."
Luo Ningshuang was instantly moved to tears, embracing Mu Yunhe. However, when her gaze met Luo Zhiheng's, who was already standing behind them, it became full of provocation and arrogance. It seemed to say, "Look, so what if he promised you something? As long as I beg him, he will definitely stand on my side. His favoritism towards me means nothing to you."
Luo Zhiheng stopped quietly about two meters behind her, and clearly heard the name "Aheng". She chuckled softly, her tone inscrutable.
A gust of wind blew by, carrying an unknown fragrance and a soft laugh, striking Mu Yunhe's senses with a light yet heavy impact. An unprecedented sense of betrayal and guilt instantly overwhelmed him. Mu Yunhe subconsciously pushed Luo Ningshuang away and turned around abruptly.
The moment their eyes met, Mu Yunhe couldn't see Luo Zhiheng's expression, but his face turned pale.
Luo Zhiheng just stared at Mu Yunhe without saying a word. It seemed as if she saw Mu Yunhe, yet it also seemed as if there was nothing in front of her. Her gaze was unfocused and drifted away, yet it was so real that it made Mu Yunhe's heart tremble.
Mu Yunhe opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word, as if he had done something shameful, even though he had only called out his wife's name.
Luo Zhiheng seemed to have seen enough. She turned around abruptly, her steps quick and resolute as she left. It seemed she was taking not only herself with her, but also Mu Yunhe's heart.
Mu Yunhe's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and even his feet involuntarily followed. It seemed that his soul had been captured by Luo Zhiheng in that instant, and he could only survive by following her. But suddenly someone grabbed his hand, and Mu Yunhe snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with intense madness.
"Where are you going?"
Mu Yunhe turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with undisguised ferocity and gloom. In that instant, his voice towards Luo Ningshuang was ruthless to the point of being brutal: "You knew all along that she was behind me!"
This was an interrogation, a very assertive interrogation, tinged with dissatisfaction and resentment, as if he wished he could tear the woman in front of him, who had made him break his promise to Luo Zhiheng, even though this woman was his 'wife'.
Startled by Mu Yunhe's terrifying expression and gaze, Luo Ningshuang quickly retreated, her heart pounding as she stammered, "No, I don't know! Yunhe, please don't do this, I'm so scared."
Mu Yunhe's head throbbed with pain. For the first time, he felt a surge of resentment towards 'Luo Zhiheng'. For the first time, he strode away without a care in the world, leaving Luo Ningshuang behind, where she was pointed at and gossiped about by the people around her.
Luo Ningshuang's expression was quite varied, but in the end, her face turned ashen.
When she orchestrated this scheme, she knew she could replace Luo Zhiheng because she had the same face as Luo Zhiheng, and she knew everything about Luo Zhiheng. However, she miscalculated one thing: she didn't have the same certainty that Luo Zhiheng had for Mu Yunhe. Towards Mu Yunhe, she was always inferior, always cautious, and always more driven by exploitation and fear than love.
She wasn't Luo Zhiheng after all, and she didn't know how Luo Zhiheng would react if she faced Mu Yunhe like this.
She didn't even know if she could ever return to that home filled with luxury and wealth.
Mu Yunhe was like a man possessed, frantically chasing after Luo Zhiheng. At that moment, he couldn't control his heart anymore, and could no longer suppress himself from facing Luo Ningshuang and ignoring Luo Zhiheng. His mind was filled with the resolute steps Luo Zhiheng took as she left, and only one thought remained in his mind: catch up with her, grab her, or it would be too late.
Just a second before Luo Zhiheng rushed into the General's mansion, Mu Yunhe finally caught up with her, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully turned her towards him. Mu Yunhe couldn't see his own expression in Luo Zhiheng's moist and fierce eyes, but his voice was more rapid and panting than ever before, hoarse and anxious: "I didn't mean to, but she is still my wife. She begged so much, I can't not even give her a name."
"So you've betrayed your promise to me once again?" Luo Zhiheng said angrily.
Perhaps it was because her anger was too intense and fierce, her sharp gaze like a sword flashing, that Mu Yunhe felt pierced to the core and his heart was torn apart in just one exchange.
She was so agitated and upset, and he didn't hesitate to abandon his pride and reason, his voice growing softer and softer with each word, his posture almost pleading: "There won't be a next time, really not..."
Before he could even say "Don't be angry," Luo Zhiheng interrupted him mockingly, her sharp and resolute words sending shivers down Mu Yunhe's spine: "There won't be a next time, because I won't give someone three chances to deceive and betray me in a row!"
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477 The Queen's Revenge: Luo Ningshuang's Face Disfigured!
Updated: 2013-12-04 12:06:53 Word Count: 8017
In fact, Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng are extremely similar. They both live with pride and self-respect, and live flamboyantly and freely. They cannot be bound by worldly conventions, and their minds cannot accommodate any other superfluous people. They are very self-centered, and as long as they do not want to, no one can truly hurt them.
However, they are the kind of people who can hurt each other.
No matter how incomplete or flawed Mu Yunhe may be, his soul has only recognized Luo Zhiheng. Even if he is gone, even if he cannot see or touch her, even if he cannot feel her, the familiarity and attachment in his soul cannot be changed or erased.
Therefore, Mu Yunhe could be easily swayed by Luo Zhiheng's emotions and become unlike himself. His soft whispers to Luo Zhiheng were entirely due to the strong feelings Mu Yunhe had for her. He couldn't even control his emotions, so when Luo Zhiheng didn't give him a chance, his pupils constricted and his face turned deathly pale.
In that instant, he knew what it felt like for the sky to fall and the earth to cave in.
"Go find your Aheng! You can't be cruel to her, can't refuse her? You like calling her that, don't you? Fine, go ahead and call her that, call her as much as you want. Although you broke your promise and betrayed me, I will still keep my promise. I will let her know the sorrow and terror of possessing this name!" Luo Zhiheng's face was colder and fiercer than ever before. The words she spoke through clenched teeth seemed to be squeezed out by the veins on her neck. Her anger and heartbreak rushed towards Mu Yunhe with clarity and intensity.
Mu Yunhe gripped his hand tightly, opening his mouth several times, but the words he wanted to say were almost roaring out of his throat, yet he couldn't utter them. He hesitated several times, his eyes already red, and finally he just whispered, "There won't be a next time."
Luo Zhiheng's smile was desolate yet resolute. She slowly pried open his large hand that was tightly gripping her wrist. How much strength could a single finger have? Yet she had used all her strength. Looking at him with cold eyes, she said, "I've already said I won't give you a third chance."
She forcefully brushed his hand away, turned, and went up the steps. Her fingers were bleeding, and it hurt so much. She thought she had already reached her limit, tasted all kinds of pain, so what was this little bit of pain? But deep down, she was unwilling. Did that face really have that much charm? Or was that face everything to Mu Yunhe?