Luo Zhiheng found it amusing. This half-grown boy was really going to great lengths to take care of his sister. The shrewd and capable General Luo, you probably don't know how you lost to your son, do you?
"And then what happened?" Actually, Luo Zhiheng already knew the answer, but she just wanted to ask.
"Of course, I won in the end. Our Heng'er kept reaching her little hands towards me. No matter how much my old man tried to coax and deceive her, he almost cried to gain sympathy, but our Heng'er just ignored the old man. Hehehe, the old man was quite hurt those few days." Luo Zhiwu laughed wildly, recalling her childhood days. Now, it wasn't entirely without joy; at least in the days with Heng'er, they were genuinely happy.
Luo Zhiheng laughed incoherently, her drunkenness returning. She mumbled, "Life with Father and Brother is so wonderful."
Luo Zhiwu's arm stiffened, and the light of memories in his eyes shattered instantly. He looked at Luo Zhiheng, who was almost asleep, with pain on his face. He gently stroked the top of Luo Zhiheng's head and said casually, "Yes, that time was really happy. Although we didn't have a mother, we had Heng'er. Heng'er was everything."
"Father misses Heng'er very much. I've noticed that Father has aged much faster these past few years than before. He's too reserved. Even if he doesn't say it, his longing for Heng'er is no less than mine. Our Heng'er is our precious treasure. How can we let anyone bully him like this? Don't you think so?"
Luo Zhiheng had already fallen into a drowsy sleep and couldn't hear Luo Zhiwu's words.
Luo Zhiwu, showing no signs of drunkenness, stood up and squatted in front of Luo Zhiheng. His hand caressed the golden mask, several times tempted to remove it, but he restrained himself each time. He didn't know what was hidden beneath that mask—immense pain, profound humiliation, or perhaps an unbearable wound?
He picked up Luo Zhiheng and placed her on the bed. Just like when they were children, he held her in his arms and gently patted her back. In his hazy ears, he could still hear those words that seemed both true and false. Those words were about a huge conspiracy and a terrifying hatred, which stirred up a storm in his heart.
He couldn't be sure if those words were true or false, but he dared not disbelieve them, because Luo Ningshuang was truly a heartless and insane person. If those conspiracies were all done by Luo Ningshuang against Luo Zhiheng, then Luo Zhiwu had no doubt that this woman was capable of doing such shocking things!
The mere thought of his pampered little princess, who seemed untouched by the hardships of the world, suffering so much dark and filthy conspiracy and pain, made him feel as if his heart was being ripped apart, a pain that pierced his very soul.
For the men of the Luo family, Luo Zhiheng was not only a beloved child, but also a man's longing for his wife and a son's yearning for his mother. Luo Zhiheng was their spiritual support, which helped them emerge from the most difficult years and was the only thing that kept them going. No one could destroy or harm her.
Luo Zhiwu struggled to regain his senses. The first thing he did upon waking was to ask if a strange woman was there to care for and accompany him, as he wasn't sure if she was the one from his dream. When he confirmed her existence, Luo Zhiwu felt as if his heart was being fried and torn apart, a mixture of pain, bitterness, and everything in between.
He needed to confirm whether this person was really Aheng. He had to admit that he really couldn't recognize Luo Zhiheng at first glance!
This is the tragedy of him as an older brother. A child he practically raised is like his own daughter, yet he can't sense even a trace of familiarity in her. If it weren't for those dreamlike words, if it weren't for the fact that he had almost learned the truth, Luo Zhiwu's horrified discovery, he might never have known that Luo Zhiheng had been switched.
He finally realized that this woman was indeed Heng'er because of the genuine concern and nervousness in her eyes when she looked at him, which made Luo Zhiwu no longer dare to doubt that this was their Heng'er.
In the instant their eyes met, Luo Zhiwu forgot that he almost didn't recognize Luo Zhiheng either, and he hadn't even imagined such an unbelievable thing would happen. So much so that in that moment, he applied double standards, forgiving himself and limiting Mu Yunhe's perspective.
穆云诃不是和珩儿同床共枕吗？不是深爱珩儿吗？怎么还能认不出来珩儿呢？什么玩意！他当时真是气的想把穆云诃爆揍一顿的心都有了。可是瞧见穆云诃那紧张洛芷珩的样子，洛芷芜又觉得好笑，穆云诃一个堂堂的占卜神官，被个小丫头弄得团团转。
Mu Yunhe even dared to look at him with such a sinister gaze! He was his brother-in-law! Luo Zhiwu was really unhappy at the time, and deliberately acted intimately with Luo Zhiheng. Seeing Mu Yunhe's face turn so dark that it seemed to have lost all light, he felt unscrupulously satisfied.
I was actually fooled by that bastard Luo Ningshuang. What an idiot.
At that time, Luo Zhiwu forgot that he himself had almost lost his life because of Luo Ningshuang, that highly skilled con artist.
His thoughts were in turmoil. One moment he was thinking about how to bully Mu Yunhe, the next he was thinking about how to avenge Luo Zhiheng, and finally he was thinking about how to deal with Luo Ningshuang. His heart was always completely biased; he simply couldn't be right at all. If Luo Zhiheng even lost a single hair, he would carefully comb it and preserve it. As for Luo Ningshuang, Luo Zhiwu really wouldn't feel much of a difference.
They had no choice but to ignore Luo Ningshuang. Who could smile at someone who had killed their mother and wife? Although they knew it wasn't Luo Ningshuang's fault, human emotions are strange; preconceived notions of hatred run deep. Besides, Luo Ningshuang had always bullied Heng'er behind their backs when they were little, and they didn't know.
Even if someone becomes bad, they can't do so many heinous things. Luo Zhiwu went from disbelief at the beginning to shock and horror now, and she has become somewhat numb.
Holding Luo Zhiheng in her arms, yet unable to tell people that this was her own sister, our family's precious darling, Luo Zhiwu felt a surge of anger and frustration that made her want to vomit blood. It must be said, he was still somewhat like Luo Zhiheng, possessing a humanity after all. No matter how wicked Luo Ningshuang was, she was still of the Luo family bloodline. Luo Ningshuang could commit acts of fratricide, but Luo Zhiwu and Luo Zhiheng could not.
Luo Zhiheng's determination to return for revenge was hardened by circumstances; Luo Ningshuang's repeated attempts to take advantage of her made her unwilling to back down.
Luo Zhiwu could understand Luo Zhiheng's hatred, and his hatred was also very strong. He hated the culprit who caused this situation where relatives could not recognize each other even more so: "Luo Ningshuang!"
Luo Zhiheng, nestled in his arms, seemed to hear the name she hated to the core. Suddenly, she shifted uncomfortably, her voice filled with intense hatred: "Kill her!"
Luo Zhiwu was stunned. He looked down at Luo Zhiheng's eyes, which were tightly closed but twisted with wrinkles, under her mask. His heart ached, and he hugged Luo Zhiheng tightly, whispering, "Kill her? Will her death really resolve all the hatred? We shouldn't let her get away with it."
"Heng'er, how much suffering have you endured all these years? Your brother knows nothing and can't do anything for you, but I will never stop you from doing what you want to do. If killing her can really make you feel better, turn you back into the carefree Luo Zhiheng you used to be, and free you from hatred, then I'm willing to kill her for you with my own hands!"
"Don't be afraid, don't feel burdened. Let your brother be the bad guy. My Heng'er, just live well. How can a jinx ruin our precious child!" Luo Zhiwu's words were cold and ruthless.
In a daze, Luo Zhiwu recalled what his father had told him a few years ago.
“Luo Zhiheng is my precious treasure; I cannot bear even the slightest hardship for her. She is an auspicious omen, a blessing from heaven, and the last treasure your mother left us. Luo Ningshuang, on the other hand, is a jinx, a harbinger of misfortune! She should live up to her name, withering away like frost!”
That's the first update. Huasha is going to the market to buy ingredients now, as we're having a banquet when we get back today. That's all for now. If I have time when I get back tonight, I'll write another update. If there's a second update, I'll update before 8 PM. If not, I'll leave a message around 6 PM to let you know. So don't worry, my darlings! Love you all, group kisses! Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets!
Chapter 485 Night Raid! (Bonus chapter for 75,000 recommendation votes)
Updated: 2013-12-08 19:59:29 Word Count: 3527
The night was cool and still, and in the deep darkness, not a single person could be seen walking by. If you bumped into someone on the other side, you would probably think they were a ghost. In this pitch-black night, the priest's mansion was completely silent.
Luo Ningshuang's room was brightly lit. She was still unconscious, with three maids and a wet nurse by her side, but Mu Yunhe was nowhere to be seen.
The peaceful night should have gradually passed, but this night was just like the nightmare that day for Luo Ningshuang. A ghostly wind blew sadly, stinging the skin and nerves. The cool wind made everyone subconsciously shrink their heads, and they vaguely felt that the night was particularly cold.
Only the wet nurse looked around warily, sensing that something was amiss tonight. After pondering for a moment, she finally went outside, flew onto the roof, and coldly surveyed her surroundings. After a while, she flew down and beckoned to her maid, saying, "Go find the prince and tell him I have something important to report."
The maidservant immediately took the lantern and left. The wet nurse circled the courtyard again before heading back to her room. Suddenly, she heard a muffled thud from not far away. Startled, she rushed to the courtyard gate. As soon as she reached the gate, she saw a lantern lying on the ground not far away, and the maidservant she had just sent out was lying on the ground, lifeless.
The wet nurse was startled and cried out, "Who goes there? Come out!"
The only response to the wet nurse was the howling night wind. The wet nurse was wary but dared not take another step forward. Last time, because of her carelessness, her young master had been inexplicably disfigured. She was furious and resentful of herself, wishing she could take her master's place. This time, she would definitely not be careless again.
What if this is a diversionary tactic? It seems that a guest has indeed arrived tonight, and this person has already arrived. Only she can protect the young master in this courtyard; everyone else is doomed. This person is clearly preventing them from calling for help. Even if there are hidden guards, it is unknown whether they are a match for the newcomer.
The wet nurse was nervous and quickly closed the courtyard gate, but dared not lock it, fearing that rescuers would not be able to get in. She turned and rushed back into the house, but as soon as she reached the door and before she even climbed the steps, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and fell unconscious.
Even after she fell unconscious, the wet nurse couldn't understand how she could have failed to sense someone behind her. She was definitely a master; she would have sensed any murderous intent or malice emanating from someone nearby. But today she didn't sense it and even fell victim to it. Just how formidable must the person who came be?!
The wet nurse's body fell down, but someone caught her silently from behind and placed her on the steps beside him. The person's movements were very gentle, so as not to hurt her.
"What happened to the wet nurse?" A maid's voice came from the room, and then the curtain was opened. The little girl only felt a blur before her eyes, and then her mouth was covered, and she fainted.
The man darted into the room, his movements swift and stopping the other two maids. His actions created a gust of wind that extinguished many of the candles in the room, leaving only one flickering flame that cast an eerie and terrifying shadow over the room.
Luo Ningshuang didn't know when she had woken up. She heard the sounds in the room, but she didn't dare to open her eyes. She felt that the person was approaching her, and a chilling aura enveloped her. She was terrified and covered in cold sweat.
A sharp, gleaming longsword whistled through the air, approaching menacingly. The man's steps were light and swift; with a whoosh, the sword ripped through the bed curtains, heading straight for the person feigning death on the bed.
Luo Ningshuang sensed danger approaching. No longer daring to feign death, she immediately opened her eyes. What she saw was a masked person, whose eyes, hidden beneath the veil, appeared exceptionally cold and cruel. In the flickering light, those eyes seemed almost bloodthirsty. Luo Ningshuang was terrified the moment she saw those eyes.
She thought she saw Luo Zhiheng!
Those eyes really do look so much like Luo Zhiheng's! But why would Luo Zhiheng need to wear a mask to kill me? Besides, Luo Zhiheng is already dead!
"Who are you!" Luo Ningshuang didn't know where she got the strength and courage, but as she rolled inside, she asked sharply!
As long as it's not a ghost, as long as it's a person, she has nothing to fear. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, she won't give up. Everything she has now is hard-won, so she will never allow herself to die easily.
The newcomer did not reply; in his eyes, Luo Ningshuang was as if she were a dead person. Moreover, his eyes held undisguised hatred and disgust. Having suppressed this loathing and resistance for so many years, he no longer needed to suppress it. Filled with the pleasure of about to destroy this superfluous person, he was so arrogant and felt an unprecedented sense of liberation.
His sword was even faster, slicing through Luo Ningshuang's shoulder as she dodged. Luo Ningshuang cried out in pain. But the man's determination to kill her was so resolute, his actions ruthless and efficient; how could he allow her to escape a third time?
This time, his sword pierced Luo Ningshuang's abdomen, pinning her firmly against the exquisite bed. Along with Luo Ningshuang's screams came the strong smell of blood, and even more so, the ruthless coldness of flashing blades.
Perhaps his hatred was too deep and intense, and he used great force. The sword, which had penetrated deep into the wood, could not be pulled out for a while. And because Luo Ning Shuang's abdomen was almost pierced by the sword, it was even more difficult to pull it out through her human shield.
He pulled hard several times before finally loosening the sword. During this time, Luo Ningshuang's agonizing screams nearly pierced his eardrums, but he paid no heed. Just as he pulled out the sword, he was about to deliver a final blow, but in that instant, Luo Ningshuang's twisted eyes suddenly widened, staring intently at him as she screamed with fury, "Luo Zhiwu! It's you! I know it's you!"
Luo Zhiwu froze, his hand holding the sword momentarily frozen in place. He didn't speak, but his calmness and silence seemed to speak volumes. His gaze towards Luo Ningshuang held contempt, disgust, and deep disdain.
Provoked by Luo Zhiwu's gaze, Luo Ningshuang finally regained a sliver of rationality. Although she was in great pain, she still knew she needed to act. She choked out, "You think I wouldn't know just because you don't speak? It must be you! Brother, it was you, wasn't it? What happened to you? I'm Heng'er, how could you kill me?"
Luo Zhiwu was utterly disgusted by Luo Ningshuang's acting. If he hadn't known Heng'er was in the General's mansion, and if he hadn't been fortunate enough to overhear Heng'er's words, he would have truly been deceived by this vicious woman. He had already tried to kill her, yet she could still continue her act. Was it simply that the Luo family's genes were too good, or was this woman, who shouldn't even exist, just too extraordinary?
Luo Ningshuang didn't know why Luo Zhiwu would come to kill her. Could it be that he had figured something out? But that didn't make sense either. Even Mu Yunhe hadn't realized she wasn't Luo Zhiheng. No matter how good Luo Zhiwu's relationship with Luo Zhiheng was, it was impossible for him to discover it so easily.
Luo Zhiwu's eyes were filled with hatred. How many men in the world hated her? All of them were dead! Except for her biological father and her elder brother! And those eyes were so similar to Luo Zhiheng's. Of the three siblings, Luo Zhiheng looked exactly like her, but perhaps because Luo Zhiheng was raised by Luo Zhiwu, their expressions were sometimes even more alike, a striking resemblance that made her jealous. That's why she could recognize Luo Zhiwu at a glance.
We can't admit it! We can't let Luo Zhiwu find any flaws!
Luo Ningshuang cried out, "Brother, what's wrong? Don't you recognize Heng'er? Heng'er is in so much pain! Heng'er misses you so much, brother! Please save Heng'er!"
Luo Zhiwu didn't want to say a word to Luo Ningshuang, but he really wanted to know what else this superfluous jinx could say, and how far she could go with her act. How did she manage to fool all these people so completely?
At this moment, Luo Zhiwu finally understood. This Luo Ningshuang was amazing. Even in such a desperate situation, when they had clearly broken off all pretense, she could still cry her heart out and continue her performance. It was truly touching, moving, and unsettling!
The more Keluo Ningshuang acts like this, the more hateful she becomes!
His Heng'er has endured countless hardships and sufferings, perhaps even facing death, while Luo Ningshuang lives in Heng'er's house, taking it for granted that she is Heng'er's husband and has a good reputation, even preventing Heng'er from reuniting with her family. Heng'er lives such a tiring and painful life, so why should Luo Ningshuang have the audacity to be served by a group of maids and servants here?
A murderous glint flashed in Luo Zhiwu's eyes. The more vividly Luo Ningshuang spoke, the more he wanted to kill her.
He swung his sword and thrust it into Luo Ningshuang's heart without hesitation!
With one stroke, end Luo Ningshuang's sinful life, this deeply sinful existence, end the root of all Luo Zhiheng's suffering, and everything will be over!
Perhaps Luo Ningshuang's birth was a mistake. She shouldn't have come into this world. She lived a weary and sinful life, and she also caused others to suffer and be separated from their loved ones forever.
The sharp tip of the sword pierced Luo Ning Shuang's skin and was aimed at her heart. If he continued to exert this much force, Luo Ning Shuang would surely die in the blink of an eye!
In that instant, Luo Ningshuang finally felt death approaching and descending. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, staring in terror as the sword pierced her body. Pain spread, she lost the ability to speak, and everything went dark.
Second update is here! Hahaha, Huasha finally dared to write the second update before 8 PM! I went on a shopping spree today, spent so much money, what a spendthrift! Waaaaah, but I had a great time eating, so satisfying! Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets! Group kisses! I haven't had time to reply to comments lately, I've been so busy, and my computer's been acting up too much. Huasha will be getting it fixed soon, and then I'll try my best to reply to comments. But Huasha does read comments every day! I love your comments, I love your interactions, I love being with you all, I love you all, thank you so much, my darlings! Big kisses!
486. Heartlessly declared that there would be no further connection! He declared himself infertile for life!
Updated: 2013-12-09 14:48:55 Word Count: 8054
In a flash, a sound of a door bursting open rang out, followed by a group of people rushing in like lightning. Luo Zhiwu was forced to turn her head, distracted, and at that moment, she drew her sword and retreated rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she was engaged in combat with several people. The exchange of blows was brief, yet each move was dangerous and ruthless.
"The master ordered that we capture him alive." Upon hearing the voice outside the door, the three men in black who rushed in immediately eased their fierce attack. However, the strength of the three men was definitely greater than that of Luo Zhiwu alone. Luo Zhiwu still had residual poison in her body, and she was physically no match for her opponents. Even though she was highly skilled in martial arts, she could not fight against six fists with her bare hands, and she was quickly at a disadvantage.
He didn't linger in the fight. Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary lapse in concentration, he seized the opportunity and jumped out of the window. There were others waiting outside; he had practically leaped from one fire pit into another wolf's den.
He quickly repelled one of the opponents and rushed out through the opening, only to be blocked by the man who had just spoken. Although his face was not clearly visible, he was obviously a powerful person. As soon as he blocked Luo Zhiwu's path, an aura of overwhelming force emanated from him: "Surrender. The priest said he would spare your life as long as you obediently stop resisting."
Luo Zhiwu sneered, no longer in a hurry to leave. He hadn't come here today intending to leave alive. Although he hated Luo Ningshuang, loathed her, and wished for her death, killing her with his own hands was still unforgivable. Luo Ningshuang was his own sister, sharing the same bloodline, a sibling from the same mother. No matter what heinous things Luo Ningshuang had done, if he killed her and outsiders found out, he would be doomed.
This is the crime of harming one's own brother.
There might be a reason why Luo Zhiheng hasn't taken action yet.