But could something so unbelievable really happen?
Seeing Mu Yunhe turn away coldly, Luo Ningshuang sensed danger. She subconsciously reached out to grab Mu Yunhe's hand, crying through the pain, "Yunhe, where are you going? Can't you stay with me? Please, believe me, stay with me. I am your Aheng."
Mu Yunhe whirled around. The moment her hot hand touched him, and she said she was Aheng, he felt a surge of inexplicable irritation and rage. His voice and eyes flashed with a ferocious light: "Aheng would never use such a pitiful tone to gain sympathy! If I wanted to leave, she would only smile coldly as she saw me off. Aheng never needs to say a word to stop me! Because she knows that her silence, her stubbornness, is the most powerful weapon to soften Mu Yunhe's heart. What, have you forgotten these fatal weapons of yours?"
Luo Ningshuang gasped, her limbs instantly frozen by the murderous aura emanating from Mu Yunhe. She instinctively released Mu Yunhe's hand, wanting to retreat and escape the powerful aura emanating from him, but she suddenly froze under his wolf-like sharp gaze.
A chilling voice rang out, "Aheng will absolutely not let go of his hand just because Mu Yunhe is angry!"
Mu Yunhe's words seemed to be asking Luo Ningshuang, "Are you really Aheng?"
Before Mu Yunhe could ask, Luo Ningshuang couldn't let herself be frightened by wild thoughts. She spoke stiffly, feeling a chill rise from her mouth, her teeth chattering: "Yunhe, what's wrong with you? I'm Aheng! Are you doubting that I'm not Aheng? How ridiculous!"
Mu Yunhe stared coldly into Luo Ningshuang's flickering eyes, his voice icy: "You are Luo Zhiheng, I have never doubted that." At least, not until this moment today. But now, whether you are Luo Zhiheng or not, we will have to investigate and let the facts speak for themselves!
Just a moment ago, Mu Yunhe was suddenly reminded of a feeling buried deep in his heart, a feeling that only Luo Zhiheng could give him in his memories, but which the Luo Zhiheng in front of him could not give him now. However, after disappearing for three years, that feeling reappeared, but not in Luo Zhiheng, but in the barbarian female leader.
Because he had never doubted Luo Zhiheng, because he had always thought he had fallen for someone else, and because he had always felt sorry for Luo Zhiheng, he had always suppressed certain feelings and emotions within himself. But in that fleeting moment, because of Luo Zhiheng's seemingly absurd question, "Are you doubting that I'm not Aheng?", he felt a strong sense of self-incrimination and self-deception.
Who would ask their husband such a question for no reason? He suddenly remembered that he had always been confused about the strong sense of déjà vu he felt for Ruilin, and all his irresistible and indulgent feelings towards Ruilin. Why would he have such feelings for a strange woman?
Something in his mind exploded like fireworks, loud and deafening, beautiful but fleeting, too fast for him to grasp even a trace! But after that moment of brilliance, Mu Yunhe's deepest struggle seemed to have suddenly found a breakthrough that could pinpoint the crux of the problem.
Mu Yunhe's expression changed, and he strode away from Luo Ningshuang's room.
Luo Ningshuang stared blankly at Mu Yunhe's departing figure, nearly terrified. She kept wondering: Had Mu Yunhe really discovered something? Had he already found out? What was Mu Yunhe doing now? What would he do to her if he found out? Would she die?
No, it can't be! How could Mu Yunhe find out? This matter was so well-hidden that almost everyone who knew about it back then is dead, even Luo Zhiheng herself is dead. Mu Yunsheng knows, but Mu Yunsheng was the mastermind behind it, and he's not in the Mu Dynasty anymore. He wouldn't tell someone who didn't know.
Therefore, Mu Yunhe definitely doesn't know!
"Yes, I don't know. Don't scare yourself. Don't be afraid." Luo Ningshuang kept telling herself this like a madwoman, but she couldn't help feeling panicked. Her nerves were extremely tense. If she knew now, if it weren't for her guilty conscience just now, which awakened Mu Yunhe's chaotic mind, he would never have thought of such an absurd idea.
Mu Yunhe rushed out of the mansion, and the feeling in his heart gradually intensified. He ran wildly towards the General's Mansion. Because of that elusive feeling in his heart, he even forgot that he could take a carriage or ride a horse. He was so foolish that he only remembered to run on his feet. Under the cover of night, he was incredibly fast, like the wind flying by, his breath lingering and softly singing in the air.
He softly sang of his heavy burdens and feelings, of his helplessness and panic at being unable to grasp his senses, of the distance that was getting closer and closer, yet seemed to never end, as if it were a world away.
The night wind stung his cheeks, and the feeling in his heart was almost gone. He felt like he was running wildly down a dead end, and that fading feeling would take away his last breath!
"uh-huh!"
In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see the road ahead or the ground beneath his feet. His frantic running, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He rolled twice and groaned as the back of his head slammed heavily against the hard ground. For a moment, Mu Yunhe's mind went completely blank.
But that strange feeling and crazy idea in my mind, like wild grass, had already started to burn wildly under the spark.
"If she didn't have that face, who would she be? Even if she didn't have that face, wouldn't she be herself? Is that possible? How could that be? What exactly is it? What are they hiding?" He spoke incoherently, and even if there were people present, no one could understand what he was saying.
He was panting on the cold ground, unable to even stand up. The strange cane hidden at his waist was digging into his hip and lower abdomen, causing him so much pain that he almost curled up and couldn't move for a while.
The sky was already beginning to lighten.
With great effort, Mu Yunhe got up, his eyes shining brightly. Once a certain guess was formed, it was like a wildfire. He couldn't wait and started running again. When he finally arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion, he ran into Luo Zhiwu, who was rushing out in a frenzy.
The two became instantly jealous upon meeting.
Luo Zhiwu roared, "Bastard!" and charged forward fiercely.
Mu Yunhe was not afraid, but he did not have the ruthlessness of Luo Zhiwu. He simply stood there and said firmly, "I want to see Ruilin!"
"See Ruilin? What makes you think you can? Just because of your stunningly beautiful face? Or your incomparably noble status? Besides these two things, Mu Yunhe, what else do you have left? What has blinded your eyes? Is your heart still intact?" Luo Zhiwu rushed up to him in a fit of rage and punched Mu Yunhe hard in the face.
He was a martial artist, a fierce general who had fought his way up from the Zhang family. His fists were like bronze hammers. He punched Mu Yunhe in the corner of his eye, and blood gushed out instantly. Mu Yunhe staggered backward, struggling to regain his balance. He did not fight back, stubborn as a child, and coldly repeated: "I want to see Ruilin!"
"See you! See you in hell!" Luo Zhiwu was furious when she saw him like this, so she punched him again and kicked him twice while cursing.
Mu Yunhe groaned as he was hit, but he gritted his teeth and neither fought back nor uttered a word. Once Luo Zhiwu had knocked him down and stopped, Mu Yunhe got up again, his hands trembling slightly as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze remained unwavering as he repeated, "I want to see Ruilin!"
Out of pride, Luo Zhiwu charged forward again, cursing, and kicked Mu Yunhe to the ground. Seeing that Mu Yunhe could clearly dodge and fight back, yet he didn't, she became even more enraged: "You fucking fight back! Didn't you say the Divination Priest is invincible? Let me see your invincibility! What are you pretending to be pitiful for in front of me for? Go home and pretend to be pitiful with your precious little darling! Stop acting like a tough guy outside the General's Mansion!"
Another brutal beating ensued. Even the servants at the gate couldn't bear to watch anymore; what if they beat someone to death? Someone with a quick mind immediately told the old woman to go find Ruilin. Didn't His Excellency want to see Ruilin? Just find him, and that'll solve the problem.
Luo Zhiwu was both angry and exhausted after beating up the man. She stopped and yelled, "Get out of here! I don't want to ever see you again!"
Mu Yunhe didn't fight back. The more Luo Zhiwu hit him, the more terrified and agitated he became. The pain in his body made it almost impossible for him to stand up; several times he stood up halfway before collapsing again. When he finally stood up and straightened his back, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face no longer bore any trace of his unparalleled handsomeness. His face was covered in blood and wounds, looking ferocious and terrifying. Only his voice stubbornly persisted, just as his soul stubbornly protected Luo Zhiheng, who existed between heaven and earth. His voice shook the nine heavens: "I want to see Ruilin!!!"
489. Through subtle clues, it was finally confirmed that she was not Aheng!
Updated: 2013-12-11 13:46:29 Word Count: 8109
"I want to see Ruilin!"
Luo Zhiheng was jolted awake from her restless sleep. She sat up abruptly, looking around blankly, as if the shout she had just heard only existed in her dream, a hallucination born of her longing.
A sudden, loud knocking sounded at the door, followed by a servant's urgent voice: "Chief, are you awake? Please hurry and save the young master and His Excellency the High Priest!"
Startled, Luo Zhiheng jumped out of bed, forgetting to put on her shoes. She opened the door and asked urgently, "What happened?"
The servant quickly bowed his head and recounted what had happened outside. However, he noticed that Luo Zhiheng, who had been very anxious just moments before, was no longer heading out. She asked curiously, "Chief? Please, Chief, go and see His Highness the High Priest. Otherwise, with the way the young master fought, not only will His Highness be injured, but the young master will also be implicated. That is His Highness the High Priest!"
Luo Zhiheng slammed the door shut and said coldly, "Don't come looking for me anymore. That's their business. If Mu Yunhe doesn't fight back, it's his own business if he gets beaten to death."
The servants thought this barbaric chieftain was truly cold-blooded and tried to persuade her again, but Luo Zhiheng impatiently snapped, "Get out! All of you get out! Go tell Mu Yunhe that I won't see him, tell him to get lost!"
Luo Zhiheng was already troubled enough, and the child's situation caused her old and new wounds to flare up, pushing her to the brink of collapse. How could she calmly face Mu Yunhe at this time? Just thinking about what happened in the past made Luo Zhiheng tremble with hatred, wishing she could destroy everything.
Mu Yunhe stood upright. Luo Zhiwu, panting from hitting him, looked at Mu Yunhe's handsome face, now a mess of wounds, and felt somewhat relieved, but still asked in an unfriendly tone, "What are you looking for Ruilin for? Isn't Ruilin my woman? Have you forgotten what you said about Ruilin falling for someone else? Then why are you looking for her? Don't you despise her as a fickle, heartless woman?"
Mu Yunhe's eyes were blurry; two figures had appeared before him. Luo Zhiwu and her shadow swayed incessantly. His ears were ringing, but he still insisted, "I want to see Ruilin!"
His stubbornness, or rather, his obstinacy, truly defeated Luo Zhiwu. Luo Zhiwu, exasperated, chuckled and cursed, "Mu Yunhe, you're quite something! How childish are you? Look at your behavior! What kind of behavior is this? Are you a child? Is this all you can say? At least tell me why you met Ruilin!"
Mu Yunhe stiffened his neck, straightened his chest even more, and shouted even louder, "I want to see Ruilin!"
"See him my ass! Have I beaten you senseless? Is that all you can say? Say it or not, I don't want to hear it anyway. Get lost, Ruilin is a member of our General's Mansion now, you can't look for Ruilin anymore," Luo Zhiwu said angrily.
Mu Yunhe stumbled and almost fell over, shaking his head, which was about to fall heavily to the ground, trying to clear his mind, at least to hear what Luo Zhiwu was saying. But he sadly discovered that he really couldn't hear her. Luo Zhiwu's mouth seemed to be moving constantly. She must be talking, but what was she saying?
Mu Yunhe's brows furrowed in anxiety, his face almost congealed with blood, and he roared in a muffled voice, "I want to see Ruilin!"
Enraged, Luo Zhiwu wanted to kick Mu Yunhe again, but was stopped by the shrewish servants. Not wanting to hit Mu Yunhe anymore, Luo Zhiwu stopped, but still fiercely pointed at Mu Yunhe's nose and cursed, "Are you deaf or stupid? I said you can't see Ruilin, no way! Get out of here!"
Mu Yunhe felt something warm flowing out of his ear. He reached up to touch it and felt a patch of blood. The blood was coming out, and he could actually hear it. Ignoring the blood, he heard Luo Zhiwu's last words telling him to get lost. Mu Yunhe's eyes widened and he said angrily, "Luo Zhiwu, get out of my way. This has nothing to do with you. I want to see Ruilin. I have important things to ask her."
"Is what you want to ask so important? So Ruilin has to be at your beck and call? And I have to give way immediately? Mu Yunhe, you may be a diviner, but our General's Mansion is your father-in-law's family. Remember, the daughters who marry out of the General's Mansion are your wives, Mu Yunhe. Don't be too presumptuous at my doorstep. This is my home, not the Ministry of Justice's prison, where you can cause trouble as you please!" Luo Zhiwu shouted rudely.
Mu Yunhe did not want to continue entangled with Luo Zhiwu. He walked straight ahead. If Luo Zhiwu wouldn't let him see her, couldn't he go see her himself?
But Luo Zhiwu was determined to go against him. She reached out to stop Mu Yunhe, who said with a cold look in his eyes, "I only let you off the hook because you are Luo Zhiheng's older brother. But don't push your luck. My patience has its limits. Move aside and we can talk things out. If you don't move aside, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Luo Zhiwu sneered twice, adopting the demeanor of a rogue and scoundrel, and said, "Oh, so I should thank you for your magnanimity and gentlemanly behavior just now? Mu Yunhe, you acted insolently at my doorstep, so it's only right that I beat you up. If I don't beat you up, you'll never understand how despicable you are, and if I don't beat you up, you'll never know what pain is!"
Mu Yunhe abruptly locked eyes with Luo Zhiwu. The instant their gazes met, sparks seemed to fly, and the atmosphere between them instantly became tense. Mu Yunhe said coldly, "Only I know whether I feel pain or not, and I don't need anyone else to tell me. You are Luo Zhiheng's brother, so I respect you to some extent; you are a major general with military achievements on the battlefield, so I respect you to some degree. But none of this can compensate for your utter disrespect towards me! Luo Zhiwu, as a diviner, I command you to step aside!"
Luo Zhiwu had never been afraid of the pressure from power and the wealthy. He sneered and became even more aggressive: "What, are you trying to force me to submit using your status? Mu Yunhe, is that all you've got?"
"You don't need to know my abilities, but as long as I can make you step aside in the fastest and most effective way, what's wrong with using my status to force you?" Mu Yunhe raised his sword-like eyebrows, his originally handsome face now filled with murderous intent and ferocity.
Luo Zhiwu was speechless at Mu Yunhe's words. Just as Mu Yunhe said, no matter how ridiculous or reasonable he was, he was still just a citizen of this country. Mu Yunhe never spoke based on his status, but when he did, no one could resist him! He was a diviner priest, and that status was enough for everyone, even those who were not citizens of this dynasty, to respect and revere him.
With a cold snort, Luo Zhiwu ultimately didn't speak or reach out to stop Mu Yunhe, but in her heart, she was seething with hatred. She really hoped that Mu Yunhe, covered in injuries, wouldn't be able to hold on until he saw Heng'er, so that she could vent her anger for Heng'er.
Perhaps Heaven truly heard Luo Zhiwu's hope, for the servants rushed out in a hurry. Upon seeing Mu Yunhe walking inside, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground with a thud, stammering, "Your Excellency, the leader says... says something..."
Mu Yunhe stopped in his tracks and quickly asked, "What did Ruilin say?"
The servant, his scalp tingling, said, "The leader said she doesn't want to see you and wants you to leave quickly."
Mu Yunhe's expression changed drastically, but unfortunately, it wasn't visible on his scarred face. He stood frozen in place, stunned for a long while, before suddenly raising his voice and saying, "Impossible! How did Ruilin know I was coming to see her? You must have conspired to deceive me and prevent me from seeing Ruilin!"
"I...I dare not! I...I really did tell the chief, but the chief truly refuses to see you!" the servant said in terror.
Luo Zhiwu scoffed, her sarcasm unabashed: "I'm afraid Ruilin didn't really say that, did he? Did Ruilin tell Mu Yunhe to get lost?"
Mu Yunhe looked at the servant with a gloomy expression. The servant was shocked that the young master had guessed correctly. Even if you've hit the nail on the head, you shouldn't say it out loud, it's so hurtful to one's self-esteem! But under the dangerous gazes of the young master and the high priest, the servant dared not lie and hurriedly nodded: "That's what the leader said. She said she didn't want to see Your Excellency and told Your Excellency to... get out!"
Mu Yunhe stumbled backward, almost falling off the steps. He had never been so disheveled. He felt extremely confused. Ruilin's absence was completely different from Luo Zhiwu's obstruction of seeing him.
Ruilin's refusal to see him proved that she was truly angry. He couldn't believe she didn't know he was injured, yet she didn't care at all? Even when he was about to be beaten to death, she wouldn't come to see him. This made Mu Yunhe feel an unprecedented sense of despair and collapse.
What was the pain Luo Zhiwu spoke of? The pain he felt right now was the real pain! It spread throughout his entire body, affecting his internal organs, limbs, and everything else; all were engulfed in agony. His head ached terribly, it felt like he was going to die from the pain.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Mu Yunhe felt a sudden dizziness, and then he was plunged into complete darkness.
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"Has he woken up?" A steady voice rang out in the room, with a hint of feminine charm mixed in.
"Not yet, but it should be soon. Your Excellency's injuries this time were quite severe; even I was shocked by what I saw. I wonder how the Imperial Grandson managed to kill himself." This voice was clearly that of Lady Huoyun.
Then Poison Saint said gloatingly, "Serves him right. Who told him to treat Luo Zhiheng like that before? It would be strange if Luo Zhiwu didn't beat him up."
"How did Mu Yunhe treat Luo Zhiheng?" The voice that had been clear before was displeased, yet it also contained a sense of helplessness and doting.
Poison Saint snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "What else can he do? He's just not good to Luo Zhiheng. You say you love me and are good to me every day, but do you love me the way Mu Yunhe loves Luo Zhiheng? You can't say you do, can you? Even a man like Mu Yunhe is unreliable. Luo Zhiheng is in trouble now, so why not let her go? Didn't he fall for someone else? The barbarian female leader, a person whose face can't even be seen, I don't know how he fell for that woman."
The voice was clearly tinged with anger, and filled with disbelief and doubt: "Mu Yunhe has fallen in love with another woman? That's impossible!"
"Why are you asking me if you don't believe me? Ask someone else! Everyone saw it with their own eyes, and their relatives heard it. It's just that it hasn't been spread out for the sake of Mu Yunhe's reputation, because they were afraid Luo Zhiheng wouldn't be able to handle it. Nobody told her. Don't meddle in other people's business. This is a young man's affair. I think Mu Yunhe has finally become a real man. A man should have three wives and four concubines. How can he really let a woman control him so tightly?" The Poison Saint said, infuriatingly.
"So you're thinking of having three wives and four concubines? I'm warning you, get rid of that idea as soon as possible, or I'll drown you!" The deep voice suddenly became sharp, carrying a fierce edge.
"Cough cough..." Mu Yunhe could no longer help coughing. His ears were ringing. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people gathered around the bed. Among them, the one with the most unpleasant and cold expression was none other than the King!
When did she get back?
The King looked at Mu Yunhe with a cold face and eyes as sharp as swords: "You're awake. Are you feeling better?"
Mu Yunhe wasn't afraid of the Prince, but since the Prince was Luo Zhiheng's aunt, he had to give her some face. However, he was worried that the Prince's return would be detrimental to Ruilin. Why was that Poison Saint so talkative? Revealing Ruilin so early; given the Prince's protective nature, would she let Ruilin off the hook?
He was still unsure of the absurd and horrifying thought in his mind: how could he allow Ruilin to be put in such a dangerous situation? Even if he was certain, he didn't know what the outcome would be. It was all too early, and he couldn't be careless.
With a soft hum, realizing she was in her own home, and recalling what Ruilin had told the servants at the General's Mansion, Mu Yunhe felt her heart clench with pain again. He was covered in wounds, yet she ignored him and told him to get lost; he had fainted, his fate unknown, and she still didn't care? He was sent back to her home, and what was her attitude then? Did she have someone send him back?
After speaking several words without receiving a response from Mu Yunhe, and seeing that he was lost in thought, the Queen's expression changed drastically. She glanced at the Poison Saint, and seeing his gloating look, the Queen's expression darkened even further. She loudly proclaimed, "Heng'er has recently suffered many misfortunes, and I have only just returned. This time, I will not leave again. Once Heng'er recovers, you and Heng'er can come with me to the Silver Moon Kingdom. Her Majesty the Empress is far too busy, and she has missed you both after so long."
"I won't go, let Luo Zhiheng go," Mu Yunhe said without thinking.