All Luo Zhiheng could think of now was gratitude towards Mu Qingya, gratitude that she still had a sliver of compassion in her final moments. Regardless of what Mu Qingya had done before, at this moment Luo Zhiheng only wanted to express gratitude—gratitude for Heaven's favor and mercy, gratitude that Mu Qingya had ultimately spared Mu Yunhe!
Life and death are separated by a mere thought; in the blink of an eye, they may be separated forever. Yet, in the face of life and death, Luo Zhiheng suddenly had an epiphany: all so-called love, hate, and grudges are nothing but obsessions. If life itself is gone, what is the point of holding onto that obsession? Perhaps letting go will have unexpected consequences. Perhaps behind hatred, there is still love.
She was suddenly filled with fear, breaking out in a cold sweat. If she hadn't insisted on taking the medicine at that last moment, hadn't taken the gamble, then she and Mu Yunhe would truly be separated forever!
Perhaps it was because the huge weight on her mind had finally been lifted, or perhaps it was because she had been too tense and exhausted these past few days and nights, but Luo Zhiheng just stood there without moving, and then she fell straight forward.
"Young Miss!" the wet nurse exclaimed and rushed over to catch Luo Zhiheng, her hands being met with scalding heat and damp sweat.
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Chapter 272 Sober: Love in Progress! (Part 1) Bonus Chapter for 38,000 Recommended Votes
Updated: 2013-08-20 20:42:19 Word Count: 3418
In the perpetually cold royal palace, it seemed as if spring had suddenly arrived, and everyone was no longer so cautious, afraid of stepping on a landmine.
The pharaohs spent their days eating, drinking, playing drinking games, and making a ruckus at the royal palace, but the inner courtyard remained quiet and peaceful.
The Poison Saint was constantly harassed by the World King, but since the World King had gone to great lengths for his long-lost younger sister, losing too much blood and exhausting himself, the valiant and handsome World King was bedridden. So, the teasing turned into beatings. Every time she touched the Poison Saint, he would slap her, nearly obscuring her beautiful face. But the World King did it willingly.
With the combined protection of Poison Saint and Lady Fire Cloud, who were frantically replenishing her blood, the World King, despite her severe blood loss, had a rosy complexion and was beaming with pride. However, the only slight imperfection was that her newly recognized little sister seemed rather unresponsive.
"Heng...Where is Luo Zhiheng's wet nurse?" King Shi asked, pushing aside the bowl of bloody, unidentified tonic in the Poison Saint's hand.
Poison Saint gave a heavy, cold snort and said with a sarcastic laugh, "You miss her so much that you feel like a day apart is three autumns? You're so concerned about her that you want to keep her tied to your waist, taking her everywhere you go, making sure you see her all the time."
The King smiled and said, "Jealous again? Don't worry, I don't love her. I only love you. However, she is very important to me, and there can be no mishap. Have someone bring her here."
"No way! She's working like a slave for Luo Zhiheng." The Poison Saint said coldly, slamming down his bowl and leaving. 16648928
The King was dumbfounded and shouted in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing? Treating her like a slave? How dare Luo Zhiheng treat her like a slave! I will not let Luo Zhiheng get away with this!"
Poison Saint nearly tripped as he stepped out the door, then turned back and roared viciously, "Qin Yinshi, you bastard! You're always wanting more than you, you filthy woman! There's no one more disgusting than you. Go to hell!"
The King was completely bewildered by the scolding, and with a gloomy expression, he asked Lady Huoyun, who was trembling with fear beside him, "What did I say? Why is he reacting so strongly?"
Lady Huoyun gritted her teeth and said with the resolute determination of a warrior cutting off his own arm, "I guess I ate the wrong thing. I'll take my leave now." After saying that, she quickly made her escape.
The king was taken aback, and after a long while, he chuckled softly.
The wet nurse was working like a slave for Luo Zhiheng, but she did it willingly, running errands for her with a happy heart. Seeing the young lady's complexion improve day by day, her fever subside, and her spirits lift, the wet nurse felt that even if the various forces of Silver Moon Kingdom were to act at any moment, even if assassinations were imminent, even if she were to die immediately, she would have no regrets. Because the young prince wouldn't die; he could be properly cared for and live a long life, becoming the young master's lifelong support. She and her husband could have a better and better life, and the young master could live a peaceful and stable life without regrets.
Today is a special day for Luo Zhiheng. It's the third day since Mu Yunhe fell into a deep sleep after his blood transfusion and detoxification, and the Poison Saint said that Mu Yunhe should wake up today. Therefore, this unconventional woman of the martial world, Luo Zhiheng, has given herself a thorough makeover, transforming her already beautiful appearance into something even more stunning.
While "celestial beauty" might be a bit of an exaggeration, it's true that she's more beautiful than any flower. Moreover, she's energetic and young; her happiness and anticipation radiate a fresh, sunny, and clean beauty, like a gardenia.
She walked with a breezy air, her fiery red gauze skirt billowing at her feet. Her hands seemed casually behind her back, but she was actually a little nervous. However, her brows were filled with anticipation and eagerness, and her bright eyes were fixed on the front. Her wet nurse had to hurry up to keep up with her.
Upon arriving at their destination, she stopped in front of his door and didn't move. The nanny turned to her side curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Zhiheng tilted her head slightly and asked with a smile, "Nanny, what do you think of my outfit today? Is it too flamboyant and glamorous? After all, he just had a brush with death, isn't it a bit too festive?"
The wet nurse looked at her young mistress, whom she had raised with her own hands. At this moment, a touch of vermilion on her lips made her alluring, her eyebrows delicate, her eyes bright, her skin like jade, her black hair flowing like silk. She was a girl in the prime of her life, free from sorrow and despair, without brokenness or melancholy; her happiness shone almost as brightly as the sun and moon. She was beautiful and charming from every angle. 1796.
The wet nurse shook her head happily and said, "Don't be ostentatious! It's better to be festive. The young prince has survived a great calamity, so his future blessings are bound to be abundant. Even if you dress festively, it will help to suppress any bad luck. Just like you, you are a blessed maiden, possessing all the blessings of fortune, prosperity, and longevity."
Luo Zhiheng couldn't help but smile, revealing her teeth as white and delicate as pearls. She took a deep breath and couldn't help but put her hands on her hips. In her nervousness, the fierceness of the female bandit came up uncontrollably again. She pinched her ears, then stretched out a delicate white finger and gently pushed the door open.
She walked in with light steps, feeling somewhat uneasy. She didn't know what regret she would have to face after saving Mu Yunhe's life, nor did she know how Mu Yunhe would feel upon regaining consciousness and knowing that he could live a good life in the future. She didn't know whether Mu Yunhe was angry or joyful. She knew nothing at the moment, so she was both uneasy and expectant.
Standing at the head of the bed, she stared at him intently for a while, her joy growing with each glance, a smile spreading across her face. What she really wanted to say was, "See? He's completely different after the detoxification. Even when he was severely poisoned, Mu Yunhe was still the most handsome man in the world; after the detoxification, he's the most handsome man in the universe!"
His skin was no longer a fragile paleness, but rather warm and smooth, truly like jade. The dark blackness within his skin had vanished, replaced by a radiant, translucent glow. His long eyelashes and pale pink lips made him resemble a beautiful, clean jade doll. He lay there quietly, the bitter, sharp smell of medicine and poison gone from his body; he was a fresh-faced, healthy young man.
Luo Zhiheng watched for a while, and couldn't resist wanting to touch the alluring Mu Yunhe. He was so handsome that she seemed bewitched. She gently touched his cheek with her finger, being careful not to wake him. So when her finger flicked his supple skin, Luo Zhiheng laughed out loud, a melodious and beautiful laugh, a girl's delicate and playful laughter.
Mu Yunhe's eyes suddenly opened, taking in Luo Zhiheng's mischievousness, smile, and the greedy pranks on her fingers. But what was truly horrifying was that Mu Yunhe's eyes held no confusion, no hatred, no pain, no joy, and no other emotions whatsoever. They were calm and simple, looking at Luo Zhiheng with a clean and innocent gaze, as if he didn't recognize her at all.
Luo Zhiheng felt awkward for a moment, but she immediately became confident. She withdrew her hand and reached out again. Mu Yunhe had no idea that his beloved girl's fingers, hidden behind her back, were trembling hot, a mixture of guilt and shyness from being caught being naughty.
She tilted her chin slightly and asked, "Awake?"
Mu Yunhe didn't speak, but looked at her with the same clear and clean gaze, as if he wanted to see into her very bones and figure out who she was.
Luo Zhiheng was a little dumbfounded. She stopped pretending to be reserved and plopped down on the bed, asking anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you still not awake?"
This time, Mu Yunhe spoke, but his voice was filled with uncertainty and confusion: "Aheng?"
He seemed to be asking, "Are you Aheng?" But how could Aheng be with him? Why did he see Aheng again? (Nianxing Danli Wang)
Actually, Mu Yunhe had been awake for a while. He was puzzled as to why he was still in the room before he died. He was certain he was dead; he saw his knife being taken away, but someone else's knife had pierced his body, and the pain had truly ended, plunging him into eternal darkness. But why, when he opened his eyes again, was he not in a dark hell, but still in the same room, with light and Aheng?
Past life? This life? He was a little confused.
Luo Zhiheng was nearly scared out of her wits by him. She pinched his face relentlessly, and seeing her fingers digging into his skin, which was even better than hers, she shouted enviously and angrily, "You don't even recognize me! Mu Yunhe, you've got guts! Tell me who I am, who am I!"
Mu Yunhe felt like crying, not because he was excited to see his Aheng again, but because Aheng was pinching him so hard. He hissed angrily, "Aheng, you are Aheng! Let go of me! It hurts so much, it's going to break!"
"Do you think you're some tender, innocent young woman? You're already injured? Are you that thin-skinned? I..." Luo Zhiheng roared angrily, but the next moment she was dumbfounded. Looking at the piece of skin that she had pinched off with her fingers, she was truly terrified and on the verge of collapse: "How could this happen?"
She actually managed to pinch off a piece of Mu Yunhe's skin? No way! Whose skin is that thin? But Mu Yunhe's face was indeed badly injured. Luo Zhiheng was so frightened that she quickly went to call for help, but Mu Yunhe stopped her.
"Don't go! I don't need anyone else. How about you... you kiss me, and maybe the pain will go away." Mu Yunhe said awkwardly.
Luo Zhiheng tripped and almost fell, staring blankly at Mu Yunhe. What's wrong with this man? He just woke up and he's already flirting with people? This is a bit abnormal!
Seeing Luo Zhiheng looking at him with a suspicious yet fierce gaze, Mu Yunhe felt a little guilty. Was asking for a kiss too wanton? Was that why Aheng was angry? But if he were really still alive, Aheng shouldn't be angry, right? After all, they had kissed before. So, he was dead after all? And now he was in hell? Was Aheng just a dream?
Mu Yunhe felt a mix of despair, resentment, and a sense of having come to terms with reality. He said sadly, "I can't rest in peace knowing I'm still seeing her even after I'm dead."
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273 The Poison Saint's Heretical Cult Has a Child: Love in Progress! (Part 2)
Updated: 2013-08-21 11:04:28 Word Count: 7778
After a long and arduous journey, Mu Yunhe finally accepted the reality: he was still alive!
He stood there blankly, his ears still ringing with the bombardment of words from the people around him. The old men, the King who had been carried in, all said a lot. The old man, the Poison Saint, was grumbling and complaining, while the wet nurse offered comfort and advice.
So Mu Yunhe had to accept the fact that he was indeed still alive. Otherwise, how could all the living people have come to hell? And these people wouldn't have been willing to die for him. Mu Yunhe stayed there quietly for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one mentioned Mu Qingya or the past.
Mu Yunhe himself neither mentioned nor inquired about it, as if Mu Qingya's matter was completely over, or as if it had never happened. And all of Mu Yunhe's previous irritability and repressed emotions seemed to have vanished after experiencing death.
Luo Zhiheng brought in a wooden basin and quietly approached him. Seeing that he had his eyes closed as if he were asleep, she didn't rush what she was doing. Looking at his completely healed skin, Luo Zhiheng touched her chin and clicked her tongue in amazement. That old guy, Poison Saint, really has some skills. With just one drop of medicine, Mu Yunhe's skin was healed in less than a day.
However, according to the Poison Saint, Mu Yunhe is now thin-skinned and very fragile all over, with fragile internal organs and skin. He cannot withstand even a little bit of force. If you don't want Mu Yunhe to be disfigured, then you can't use force on him in the future.
Luo Zhiheng turned around and retrieved the soft, light undergarment she had specially made for Mu Yunhe. As she turned, she saw Mu Yunhe looking at her with his long, bright eyes. Luo Zhiheng smiled brightly and said easily, "Good morning!"
"Hmph!" Mu Yunhe snorted and turned his face towards the inside of the bed.
What's she being so difficult about now? Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow, pouted, and gritted her teeth.
"Hey, I've come to help you wash and change, so at least give me some thanks." Luo Zhiheng gently poked Mu Yunhe's shoulder, not daring to use any force. He wasn't a porcelain doll anymore, but a broken one. So many of them were trying their best to piece Mu Yunhe back together, afraid of any further mishaps.
Mu Yunhe felt somewhat awkward. After all, he had wanted to commit suicide before. He simply couldn't go on living. He couldn't bear that kind of pain anymore. He was quite afraid that Luo Zhiheng would see his ugly side, and he was even more worried that it would hurt Luo Zhiheng. This was something he dared not imagine.
He didn't die, but Luo Zhiheng caught him red-handed. He worried that Luo Zhiheng would find his behavior unmanly and would despise him, so he felt guilty and dared not look her in the eye, afraid of seeing mockery and ridicule. But Luo Zhiheng said nothing and asked nothing. Mu Yunhe felt a sense of relief, but also a strange feeling; he didn't know what to say about the nude photos.
After all, he had confessed his feelings to her 'before he died.' Those were such raw, blatant, and cheesy words; he probably would never be able to say them so completely again in his life. Thinking about it now, he felt a little awkward and annoyed. He wondered if Ah Heng was laughing at his nagging after saying all that. Ah Heng had never said anything about liking him; wouldn't it be tragic if he had just been delusional?
Mu Yunhe was writing random, nonsensical things, and even he, who was pure on the outside and simple on the inside but deep in character, couldn't help but have his expressions change. Luo Zhiheng was watching with great interest.
"What exactly do you want? If you want me to serve you, just nod quickly. If not, I'm leaving." Luo Zhiheng asked arrogantly, though she was actually a little nervous. She knew Mu Yunhe's awkward and reserved personality very well. If he couldn't figure this out on his own, she would have to be careful.
Mu Yunhe remained silent, but upon hearing the sound of Luo Zhiheng truly leaving, he called out somewhat urgently, "I blinked."
Luo Zhiheng turned around, feigning ignorance. Sure enough, this man's awkwardness was back at it again. He was clearly the same person she was supposed to serve, and instead of nodding, he insisted it was because he blinked. But even if he blinked, he was facing inwards towards the bed, which she couldn't see.
She went back, wrung out the soft, damp handkerchief, and then carefully dabbed it lightly on Mu Yunhe's now incredibly thin skin, each pat incredibly gentle, afraid to use too much force. Even so, she still managed to redden Mu Yunhe's skin. Not daring to linger in one place, Luo Zhiheng quickly moved to another.
"Tell me if it hurts." She said this naturally, with a hint of concern in her voice.
But to Mu Yunhe, it sounded very unpleasant. He was a grown man! A man! In her eyes, he couldn't even withstand such a little bit of force? Was she looking down on him or treating him like a little kid?
Mu Yunhe felt wronged and resentful, and was afraid that Luo Zhiheng would look down on him, so he coldly snorted defiantly: "This king is not afraid of pain!"
Little did he know that his words sounded particularly childish. Luo Zhiheng smiled, her handkerchief tracing his cheeks down to his neck and behind his ears, carefully and gently wiping them. Such wiping could easily cause a tingling sensation, as these areas are sensitive and delicate parts of the skin.
Mu Yunhe's face flushed an unnatural red, his eyes darting around, glancing at the ceiling and the blankets, but he dared not look at Luo Zhiheng. Yet Luo Zhiheng was right before him, her fragrance lingering in the air. He could barely resist seeing her out of the corner of his eye; her gentle smile and beautiful face were simply stunning!
"Is it pretty?" Luo Zhiheng asked lightly, her voice seemingly carrying a hint of bewilderment.
“Beautiful…” Mu Yunhe answered subconsciously, then immediately froze! His handsome face turned bright red, and he glared and said angrily, “Not beautiful at all, terribly ugly! I’ve never seen a woman uglier than you! You dare to laugh when you look like that, it’s terrifying!”
Luo Zhiheng felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed her throat, causing her to choke violently. Then she smiled sinisterly and said, "Then why did you say it looked good just now?"
"I meant it looks good... good my ass!" Mu Yunhe, quick-witted as ever, didn't want Luo Zhiheng to be smug. Perhaps he'd been influenced by her surroundings, and even a dignified young prince was uttering vulgar words. He felt dejected after saying it himself; indeed, one learns from those around them.
"Even if someone's buttocks are good-looking, it's still better than someone who's ugly from head to toe, don't you think, Your Highness?" Luo Zhiheng said coldly, pressing her fingers slightly harder on Mu Yunhe's neck, causing him to groan and his skin to turn red. Luo Zhiheng exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Oh my! Such delicate skin! Your Highness's skin is even softer and more delicate than a woman's. It turns red with the slightest touch. I'm so envious."
Comparing Mu Yunhe to a woman was a direct hit to his sore spot. Mu Yunhe's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth, angrily saying, "I'm a man! Don't compare me to a woman."
"Hmph, sir, hurry up and help me take off my clothes. After serving you, I still have to serve myself." Luo Zhiheng seemed not to have listened to Mu Yunhe's words at all, and reached out to pull off the first tie below Mu Yunhe's neck.
Mu Yunhe's limbs stiffened slightly as he slowly pressed his hand to his chest, his breath coming in a cold gasp as he asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"
Luo Zhiheng was amused by Mu Yunhe's terrified expression, as if he were about to be raped. She looked like a female bully, tilting her head, grinning, and glaring, saying, "What? Can't you see? Take off your clothes!"
Mu Yunhe felt a chill run down his spine and desperately protected his clothes: "Take off your own clothes, don't drag my clothes!"
"I'm wiping your body. If you take my clothes off, will your body be clean? Hurry up and take them off, stop talking nonsense." Luo Zhiheng said casually, reaching out to grab Mu Yunhe's clothes. Seeing Mu Yunhe protecting himself so fiercely, with that look of vowing to defend his purity, Luo Zhiheng really wanted to give him a few bites. His fair and innocent appearance was too delicious, and she just wanted to bully this tender tofu.