Quand l'amour approche, c'est comme la neige

Chapitre 163

He drank his wine, looked at Feng Yangxi, and said softly, "Xinghun has always been very independent and also very fragile. She hates betrayal the most. I hurt her heart, and so did you."

Feng Yangxi stared sharply at Yue Po, almost unable to resist the urge to attack. He slowly sipped his wine and said, "I don't understand what Valley Master Yue means."

Yuepo was silent for a while before saying, "Xinghun has always longed for a happy and peaceful life. She doesn't want to be an assassin in the night. I can't give her that, but you can. If Master Feng had a little more patience, maybe he could have made her dream come true."

Feng Yangxi looked at Yuepo with suspicion. Did he know that his power had been restored? But where was Yongye? Did Yuepo mean that he couldn't move now?

Hongyi sat silently to one side, glancing involuntarily at the spot on the hillside. He picked up his wine jug and toasted with the people in the restaurant, then slowly retreated to the doorway and disappeared in a flash.

A moment later, he returned with a pale face and whispered to Yuepo, "She's not in the bridal chamber, and Young Master Moyu isn't here either."

The bowl in Yuepo's hand shattered with a crash, and her face turned even paler than Hongyi's.

The restaurant was noisy, but it fell silent instantly.

Yuepo's gaze swept over Feng Yangxi. There was a hint of sadness, and a hint of envy. He smiled at him and said to the guests, "I've had too much to drink, and my bride is getting impatient, so I'll take my leave first. Please enjoy yourselves. Feng, please be patient; some things can't be rushed."

After Yuepo finished speaking, she left the restaurant with Hongyi.

Feng Yangxi froze, her heart filled with anxiety. What had happened to Yongye? Yuepo's words clearly carried a hidden meaning.

As soon as the groom left, the guests gradually dispersed.

The shopkeeper walked up to Feng Yangxi and bowed to him: "The Valley Master said that if Hero Feng wants Xinghun to be safe, please wait here for an incense stick's time."

He respectfully presented an incense burner with a thick incense stick inserted into it.

"The Valley Master also said that I should keep Hero Feng company while he waits." After saying this, the shopkeeper put on a look of being ready to die, straightened his robe, and sat down opposite Feng Yangxi.

Feng Yangxi smiled and quietly drank his wine. Inwardly, however, he was frantic with worry. When would Murong Yan be able to bring her troops in? He was terrified, terrified that if he hesitated even a step, he would lose her. But now, all he could do was wait.

This was the first time Hongyi had witnessed Yuepo using his lightness skill; he had never seen Yuepo use martial arts before. This Valley Master had effortlessly averted a major disaster for Youli Valley, preserving his strength and turning Fubao Town into a home he loved, a home even he, an assassin, cherished. He appeared gentle and harmless, and had never even lost his temper. Those who didn't know him would mistake him for an ordinary person with some medical skills and the ability to use poisons.

At this moment, Hongyi sighed. He believed that if he were to fight Yuepo without using poison, he wouldn't last fifty moves against him.

Moonlight's long robe fluttered in the wind, and Rainbow Robe, despite her best efforts, was still ten feet away from him. He gazed at the dark forest above, unable to contain his worry. Where would Young Master Moyu take Eternal Night? What was the old lady, trapped in the mountain villa, planning?

The lights suddenly came on, and the white walls of the villa fell silent.

Three people suddenly emerged from the shadows and bowed to Yuepo: "Valley Master."

"Where is the Third Young Master?"

"The Third Young Master did not come. The Old Madam is at the villa."

Yuepo closed his eyes, his heart trembling slightly. He looked back at the town below the mountain, thought for a moment, and asked, "Has everyone in the valley evacuated?"

Hongyi lowered his head: "As instructed by the Valley Master, everyone should leave as soon as he leaves the banquet. But... Feng Yangxi, he..." Yuepo glanced at him and said: "The old shopkeeper is with him, he dares not move. Go and meet the old shopkeeper."

"Yes!" Hongyi replied, and together with the three people in the shadows, they flew down the mountain. He looked back at the villa, and Yongye's face flashed through his mind. He sighed and left without looking back.

Yuepo's heart pounded. He rushed into the back mountain of the villa, activated a mechanism on a stone wall, revealing a hole. Without stopping, he charged in and shouted, "Stop!"

Inside the cave, like in Xibo Village, there was an altar. Yongye lay on the altar, her long dress billowing out, her red robes resembling blood. Moyu stood beside her, knife in hand, while she gripped the steel wire in her grasp.

Hearing the call, Mo Yu paused.

The old lady sat in her chair and said angrily, "Kill her!"

Mo Yu slowly raised the hand holding the knife.

"Black jade!"

The sorrow in the voice saddened Mo Yu. He looked back at the approaching Moon Soul and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, she is the daughter of our enemy!"

Yuepo drew closer step by step. He had been preparing for this day. Ever since Yongye entered the valley, he had kept the news from Old Madam An. He was afraid she would come up the mountain; he was truly afraid.

Mo Yu pointed his sword at Yong Ye: "Don't come any closer! What woman is no good? Why does it have to be her?! Don't you know what tricks she'd use to destroy Youli Valley? I'm going to kill her!"

"Mo Yu, if you kill her, you're not my brother!" Yue Po's face was terrifying. He stared at Mo Yu's knife, standing silently before him. Yong Ye on the stone platform said nothing, his eyes filled with mockery. She knew everything, so why couldn't she understand his heart?

Hearing Yuepo's words, the old lady stood up. She turned around, glared at Yuepo, and threw the Buddhist beads in her hand at her: "Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten how your father died? You were five years old that year. Have you forgotten what you saw here? Have you forgotten the poisonous oath you swore? Have you forgotten the promise you made to your grandfather on his deathbed? How could you marry her?"

Yuepo stood still, letting the prayer beads fall on him, each bead falling to the ground with a crisp sound that echoed through the cave, each bead striking his heart. How could he forget?

Prince Duan, Li Gu, failed to kill his father with that single shot, but instead stole the clan's most precious treasure, the Heavenly Vein Inner Scripture, and slaughtered three thousand Xibo soldiers. His father emerged from a pile of corpses, haunted daily by the spirits of the three thousand Xibo warriors, tormented by the guilt of losing the clan's treasure. The whole family left Xibo for the capital, settling down and prospering five years later. It was there that he witnessed his father sacrifice himself!

That Mid-Autumn Festival night, the blood flowing from the altar stained the moon red. The altar built with hatred and blood had been a heavy burden on my heart since childhood.

How much did he and Moyu sacrifice for their hatred?

Yongye listened in a daze, finding it unbelievable. Why didn't a defeated clan leader hate himself for his lack of skill? Was the Heavenly Vein Inner Scripture the most precious treasure of Xibo? Could it be...? She remembered being kidnapped eighteen years ago.

Yuepo knelt before the old lady, closed her eyes, and said, "Can't we live peacefully in this beautiful place? Must we live in hatred every day? I've already crippled her martial arts; she's just an ordinary person, and she can never leave this place. Back then, it was a battlefield, and everyone had their own fate. Even though Prince Duan was too cruel, it wasn't Xinghun's fault. Spare her, Mother!"

"Good, you are such a good son!" Old Madam An was so angry at Yue Po's words that she trembled all over.

For this woman, he forgot his hatred and vows. He even ordered her to be placed under house arrest here.

"Yu'er, step aside! I know you and your brother are deeply in love. You hate her but can't bring yourself to do it because of your brother. I'll do it!" The old lady rushed over, snatched the knife from Mo Yu's hand, and sneered at Yong Ye's face: "Beautiful women have always been a source of trouble! My husband died at the hands of your father, and my two sons have never had a good day since they were little. And now you actually managed to seduce my Yue'er into being disobedient and unfilial for you! Yue'er, if you want to stop me from killing her, then kill your mother!"

“Moon Spirit looks a lot like you!” Yongye suddenly spoke, his voice echoing softly in the cave. “That day, when I saw the old lady in the Buddhist hall, I felt she looked very familiar. The eldest young master said you were Moyu’s biological mother, and that Moyu didn’t look like you. But after I went back, I drew a picture, and it turns out that Moon Spirit looks more like you. The lady must have been a femme fatale when she was young!”

The old lady was so angry at her being called a troublemaker that her hand holding the knife trembled: "That day, Yu'er captured you. If she hadn't wanted to use you to destroy the An family, do you think you would still be alive today?"

"Of course I'll be alive now. I'm so beautiful, your son wouldn't want to leave me. It's a pity you didn't kill me back then, otherwise you could have really tried to see if your son would save me!" Yongye provoked unscrupulously, his eyes full of smugness.

Her words deeply pierced the old lady's heart. She turned back to look at Yuepo with a sense of melancholy: "Yue'er, can you do it? Tell your mother, can you?"