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Chapitre 141

But, but, his stone flute... That wonderful thing, possessing extremely strong spiritual power and offensive capabilities, was practically useless in his hands except for playing it. But, but, when that brat first came to the valley, still a tiny child, the moment he held it, he could stir up a slight tremor of spiritual power within the flute...

Ahhhhhhh...

Such is fate; it cannot be forced.

Mo Gu Zi understood, but seeing the things he had painstakingly searched for over hundreds of years being taken by their true owners one by one, he felt an overwhelming sourness in his heart. "Pah! Pah! Pah! I don't care at all. That brat's just lucky shit! Pshaw!"

Mo Guzi's gaze shifted, and he suddenly saw Qingyan not far away. She stood blankly behind a peach tree, clutching Songhu, staring at the man in the center of the field—a man dressed in black, head bowed, leaning on his knife, kneeling on one knee. Her face held an expression she had never seen before.

Sadness and complexity...

Chapter 329: Entanglement

Their entanglement began almost immediately after they arrived in this time and space. The initial cause was the possession of their demon master; he was the most advantageous soul host for his master in this time and space.

I remember back then, to tease her, Master deliberately caused trouble, suddenly throwing his body at Dark Night, catching them both off guard and leaving them in a panic.

From the very beginning, when she was nearly killed by him time and again, to later, inexplicably becoming friends... Even though she harbored revenge, and he had his doubts, they would eat together, go boating on the lake together, play pranks on him, steal his token, she would recite poems, he would write them down, and to divert attention and avoid involving her, he would decisively stamp it with his own seal, almost triggering a political catastrophe that was prematurely initiated and at a very unfavorable time...

Later, she and Jin Ling sneaked into the palace's secret passage, but got lost. Using his token, they escaped, only to stumble upon the Crown Prince's study and unexpectedly discover his true identity... To help him, and also for fun, she became the first, and possibly last, female prime minister of the Tianxing Dynasty...

She always knew the ending because her time travel was so different. The way home was always as clear as a wreath hanging over her head, seemingly within reach if she stretched out her hand and jumped. No matter how much she schemed to get Cheng Jue back, or her demon master came up with other methods, she couldn't stay in this alternate dimension for long.

So, from the very beginning, she approached everything in this timeline with a playful and fun attitude: building gangs, making friends, acting as a female prime minister... all for that purpose. Knowing she wouldn't stay, and it was impossible for her to stay, why would she be foolish enough to invest too much emotion or get too intimately involved in this timeline?

She's mischievous, lazy, curious, playful, incredibly intelligent, carefree, loves to tease, and won't tolerate being bullied... She's not blind or stupid...

At first, I didn't pay attention, but how could I keep missing his gaze, his struggle, his pain... and his deep affection...?

Mo Yu, An Ye, Zi Ru, Lü Ju, Jin San, Shu Sheng, Jin Ling, Xiao Zheng... She never knew that once you've wholeheartedly invested yourself and genuinely connected with someone, it's impossible for you to escape the entanglements of worldly emotions.

Even if she came from another time and space, even if she never intended to stay here from the beginning...

Chapter 330: I Want to See Her

Qingyan stood there blankly, looking somewhat lost. She didn't even know when the little pine fox in her arms had jumped down.

Outside the peach grove, at the entrance to the passageway, the atmosphere of hostility was intense. Yuwen Ke, who should have been far away in the Heavenly Journey Imperial City, had suddenly appeared in this secluded Mysterious Valley. How could she, being intelligent, not know why?

...Yuwen Ke...Dark Night...That person's name churned on his tongue, his heart and mouth filled with bitterness.

"...I love you. I don't want to marry her; I only want to marry you. Qingyan, will you marry me?"

I still remember our wedding day. The palace was in chaos after the Crown Prince's death. Outside the palace walls, in an ordinary carriage, he, whom she had brought back, woke up from a hangover. He was trembling with anger at her, yet he stubbornly refused to get out of the carriage, looking at her with such sorrowful, unwavering eyes, his voice filled with suppressed pain...

While I was surprised, I was also moved and saddened.

...Then she was suddenly kidnapped...Outside Gushan City, she escaped from Meng Tai's clutches. He finally found her, emerging from behind a boulder, dressed in black, forlorn and desolate, his face cold. But the moment he saw her, his expression instantly transformed into ecstatic joy. He rushed towards her, embracing her tightly, his body trembling. And then there was that warm drop of liquid that suddenly fell onto her neck, and the breathtakingly beautiful, radiant smile on his face as he spun her around in his arms...

It had touched the softest part of her heart so stubbornly and unexpectedly.

Qingyan bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes gradually becoming veiled by mist, and she quietly lowered her eyelids.

In the clearing outside the woods, Yuwen Ke stood with his head bowed, his facial expression unreadable. Yet, that painful posture, even if she tried to look away, remained a persistent and sorrowful image before her eyes.

"I want to see her," he said without looking up, his cold tone carrying a unique stubbornness and intimidating arrogance.

Mo Yu's lips curled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he sensed something, and his gaze drifted gently towards the peach grove, becoming deep and unfathomable. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the stone flute, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

"I want to see her." Yuwen Ke stood up, gripped the Xiuying Blade tightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "I know she's alright. She must be in the valley. You can't stop me. I must see her."

Chapter 331: Refusal.

"Yuwen." Zhenhe stretched out an arm to block Yuwen Ke, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, give up. The Qing Shi Xiao has divine spiritual power and can change the world. Against the Qing Shi Xiao, even a thousand armies are like grass and paper figures. We can't get past Mo Yu. Give up!"

"No!" Yuwen Ke roared, shoving Zhenhe away and staggering to his feet.

"Qingyan! Qingyan!!" Yuwen Ke shouted, "Qingyan, I know you're in the valley, come out, come out and see me! Qingyan! Please, come out and see me!!"

"Come out and see me..." The voice carried far through the valley, and after a long while, an echo came from the opposite valley. Everyone fell silent. The entire valley suddenly became so quiet that there was no sound, not even the sound of the forest rustling. Only Yuwen Ke's voice echoed in the air.

"Qingyan... come out and see me... please... see me..."

Large drops of water suddenly slid down Qingyan's tightly closed eyes, and sadness gently escaped from her suppressed, heavy breathing.

Outside the forest, Yuwen Ke's face was deathly pale, and his figure swayed precariously. That loud shout, forced with such internal energy, had further weakened his already battered body.

"Your Highness!" The generals all stepped forward, trying to pull him up and stop him from continuing. However, he ruthlessly pushed them all away.

"Go! I don't want you here. All of you, get out!" He roared, falling to the ground, disheveled but his face full of rage. "I don't want you here!" If it weren't for them, how could he have let Qingyan leave alone? If they hadn't forcibly restrained him last time, how could he have let Qingyan face that heavenly tribulation alone? He would rather die himself than harm Qingyan.

But ironically, he was the one who hurt her the most.

Blood spilled from Yuwen Ke's mouth and nose, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and despair began to show in his eyes.

This valley is breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps she's somewhere within it? Why hasn't she come? Is it because she can't come? No, that can't be... If she were willing to come, given her personality and abilities, why wouldn't she have remained hidden for so long?

She didn't respond; she refused to come out.

She refused to see him.

Chapter 332: Who Did We Offend?

On one side of the peach grove, a snow-white pine fox stood leisurely, its elegant demeanor like that of the king of beasts. Its slender eyes, cold and gleaming with a ghostly light, gazed at the crowd.

Not far from it, Mo Yu stood quietly with his back to the peach grove behind him. He gently held the flute in his left hand, his eyes slightly lowered, his face as calm as still water. His expression seemed to be listening or waiting. His slightly pursed lips showed a hint of emotion, and also a little nervousness.

Behind me, I heard soft footsteps, quietly fading away.