Nuit éternelle

Chapitre 64

He remained the same, unwilling to blame her, showering her with absolute tenderness and affection. This love, which always held her close and accompanied her, made her unable to escape or leave this love!

Feng Xinglie held back his tears and threw himself into Yu Xiang's arms, nodding frantically, "I know, I know! Yu Xiang, you're not a useless man, you're the most perfect war god in the world, you're the best man, you're my man! How could I, Feng Xinglie, have misjudged you! It's my fault, it's my... I was afraid you'd worry, so I didn't tell you my plan, causing you so much worry and pain, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have let you disappear from my sight for even a second. You had your reasons for what you did, but I was so careless and arrogant. I deserve to pay the price. Lie, don't be sad. Promise me you won't be sad anymore. If you're sad, I'll be sad too, understand?" He held her hand tightly, both gently and domineeringly, like a beautiful shackle he would never let go of for the rest of his life. His dry lips lightly kissed her cheek, and Ling Yuxiang's sigh was so sorrowful.

Feng Xinglie was slightly startled and felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was immediately overwhelmed by the gentle offensive that followed, and fell for the words that were a little hoarse but contained a deep affection.

"I want you... I want you to be happy, just lying in my arms, for an hour, a day, a year, a lifetime. I will love you with everything I have and fulfill all your wishes. We promised to travel the world together, to see all the splendor of life. We've overcome so many hardships, we've survived them all. Now that the world is at peace, we can finally let go of everything. We no longer have to be torn between love and profit. Lie, promise me you will never leave me. From this day forward, we will never, ever be apart again."

Ling Yuxiang spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his expression blurred, but the glistening tears in his eyes and the slight trembling of his body betrayed him. He tried hard to control his emotions, but he couldn't. Towards the end, his voice finally choked with sobs, and an undeniable sense of vicissitude appeared on his handsome face.

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, no longer possessing that proud and intense edge; his wildness had transformed into tenderness, yet he gazed at her with intense anxiety, as if afraid she wouldn't agree.

"I promise you, I promise you!" Feng Xinglie reached out and hugged him, his voice choked with emotion. Both were once powerful and influential figures, yet now they resembled two vulnerable and wounded children, clinging tightly to each other, seeking to heal each other's wounds. "In this life and the next, Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang swear never to be apart!"

Ling Yuxiang closed his tired and narrow phoenix eyes, but his face was full of happiness and satisfaction. He did nothing but hold her tightly and embrace her, as if he had returned to Dadu. Every moment he held her, his heart was alive and strong.

Feng Xinglie leaned against him, her nose and chest aching. At this moment, she was so tired that she had no energy to joke and play with Ling Yuxiang as usual. Ling Yuxiang must be just as tired. If he didn't have to protect her, he probably would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

Today, she inevitably feels like she has survived a disaster, as if everything has truly passed.

"Has the Qing Kingdom been settled?" she asked dryly.

"That's about it. Our allied forces easily stormed into Qingcheng, and the imperial city was occupied in a single day. Everyone has contracted the plague, but don't worry, Brother Yao gave us an antidote, and the illness is now under control. We are currently in the Qing Kingdom's palace." Ling Yuxiang kept his eyes closed, as if he was exhausted but refused to fall asleep, as if feeling her warmth a little longer would be good enough.

"Of course, the royal family had to be wiped out. Your sister, for some unknown reason, did these evil deeds that should have been done by Qingli. While Qingli and I were raiding the Qing Army camp, Feng Xingying returned and led her Tian Sha troops to forcefully invade the palace, blocking all four exits and killing everyone in the palace. By the time Qingli and I arrived, it was all over. To be honest, this is the first time I've seen such a powerful woman besides you. Didn't you say your sister didn't know martial arts? But this time I discovered that she not only has internal energy, but her martial arts are also extremely powerful. I don't know how she trained."

After a pause, he continued, "Although the methods used in this power struggle in Qing Kingdom were too brutal, we won very easily. Although there were many deaths, the cost of continuing the fight would probably not have been less, and it would have depleted our national strength even more. Now that Qing Li has invaded, the court officials naturally understand the principle that those who know the times are wise. After all, the victor is king and the loser is villain, which is an eternal truth. With our tripartite agreement, and Fengcheng and Ling Kingdom taking the lead, the matter of ascending the throne is much simpler."

Ling Yuxiang gasped for breath, his weariness deepening. Feng Xinglie knew he was exhausted and tried to struggle to get up, but Ling Yuxiang grabbed him tightly and pulled him back. "Don't run away! Let me hold you a little longer. It's been so long since I've held you, I'm feeling uneasy."

"What are you uneasy about?" Feng Xinglie finally tasted the sweetness and obeyed him, leaning against him again.

“Brother Yao found you first, but now he’s gone again. How can I feel at ease? Lie, you were in danger, and I couldn’t find Brother Yao anywhere. Why didn’t he take you out of the fire circle after finding you? Why did he leave you unconscious in it? How did you get such a bad bite wound on your lip? What happened?” Ling Yuxiang asked, his expression not good.

Feng Xinglie's heart trembled. Everything from last night seemed to replay before her eyes. The image of the man slowly walking into the fire appeared in her mind again. A wave of grief, pain, and hatred surged up, and the tears she had been holding back finally burst forth. In Kuang Lingyuxiang's arms, she could no longer hold back and cried out loud. This sudden sadness made her not notice the abnormality in Lingyuxiang's words.

Ling Yuxiang had never seen her cry before, and in his memory she would never look like this. He immediately panicked and hurriedly hugged her, saying with heartache, "Lie, what happened? You, you shouldn't be like this. You never cry. Seeing you like this hurts my heart so much."

"Yu Xiang, Tian Lin is gone, he's gone..." she sobbed in his arms, and Ling Yu Xiang's shirt was quickly soaked.

"Gone?" Ling Yuxiang was shocked and horrified. As intelligent as he was, he naturally understood the meaning behind Feng Xinglie's words. For a moment, he couldn't quite accept it, and he stammered, "How could he...? Isn't he the Medicine King? His martial arts are the best in the world, who could possibly...? This, this is...?"

"It was his own choice. He did it for me, for our happiness. He didn't want to put me in a difficult position, he didn't want me to suffer more, so he did it... You still remember the Gu poison on Qin Han, right?" Feng Xinglie nestled in his arms, with no intention of hiding anything, and told him everything. From now on, she would never hide anything from Ling Yuxiang again. Whether it was sweetness or pain, they would share it together. Only in this way could they be considered true lovers who understood each other perfectly.

"What? Is this true?" Ling Yuxiang's eyes widened, then he shook his head as if he understood. Although it was a question, Feng Xinglie's attitude at this moment had already explained everything. That man was actually him!

"He's so stupid, so incredibly stupid!" Feng Xinglie huddled in his arms like a wounded cat, trembling uncontrollably. Her fingers clutched at his clothes, and the sight of her tears made Ling Yuxiang's heart ache.

“He’s not stupid, not at all!” Ling Yuxiang was stunned at first, then sighed. He couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile and said, “As a man myself, I think he’s not stupid at all! To be able to fall in love with Feng Xinglie, to be able to die for you, what regrets could he have in this life? If I were him, I would do the same without hesitation. Lie, maybe you don’t even know what you mean to us, how attractive you are to a man, how he can become hopelessly infatuated with you. He is, and so am I! If I had to die for you, I wouldn’t even flinch!”

"You, you're not allowed to talk nonsense!" After hearing his words, Feng Xinglie felt much better. But when she heard him say this, she almost jumped out of his arms. She didn't even care about crying anymore and glared at him angrily: "If you dare to say that you would die for me again, I'll hang myself!"

"No! My death is one life, but your death is two lives!" Ling Yuxiang stopped her angrily, his warm hand stroking her slightly protruding belly, and he scolded her affectionately, "You're going to be a mother, how can you still be so impulsive? Sigh, I'm afraid you'll never change your temper, and I can't control you. Tianlin helped you save our child, so don't let him down."

Feng Xinglie smiled with delight. Yes, their child was entirely protected by Yao Tianlin; she would definitely take good care of this child…

Ling Yuxiang was about to shrug when the weariness in his eyes returned. Feng Xinglie could no longer hold back. He crawled out of Ling Yuxiang's arms and pushed him onto the bed. The series of actions were extremely domineering and swift. Ling Yuxiang seemed to fall over with a push, with no room for resistance.

Feng Xinglie was taken aback, assuming that he was weak due to fatigue, so he quickly pulled the blanket over him and gave him some instructions.

"You're exhausted and look like a sick ghost, why don't you get some sleep! Is this the Qing Kingdom's palace? Is Xiaoying here too? I'll go find her. The palace must be heavily surrounded by Qingli's army right now, so don't worry about me getting hurt. Just lie down and rest, I won't bother you. When you wake up, you'll be the radiant War God Ling Yuxiang again!"

"Feng Xingying is ahead. To find the Empress's residence, just ask the maids outside where the Empress is."

Ling Yuxiang's eyes flickered slightly, a few wisps of silver light flashed by, he smiled at her, nodded, and finally closed his eyes.

As Feng Xinglie watched him fall asleep, an endless sense of happiness welled up in her heart. Tianlin, you said you hoped I would be happy, so I can only live happily and well to repay your sacrifice. Feng Xinglie is not without feelings, but she is not a woman who cannot get up after setbacks. I will live well, together with Yuxiang!

She leaned down to look at Ling Yuxiang, only to find his face unusually pale. He had fallen asleep so quickly. His two sword-like eyebrows were furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes were peacefully closed. It was a rare sight to see him asleep, and at this moment, she felt that he was so vulnerable...

Feng Xinglie couldn't help but gently comb the black hair of the man who was fast asleep on the bed with a ten-pronged comb, tucked him in, and then walked out gracefully.

Chapter 108 Harem Gathering

Golden steps, jade railings, and glazed tiles—the finest home in heaven and on earth.

A large section of the palace walls inside the Qing Kingdom's royal palace was burned to the ground by Feng Xingying's fire. However, as an ancient country with a long history, the magnificent palace could still find enough places to accommodate many people, no matter how much it was damaged by the wind and rain. At least, all Feng Xinglie saw along the way was a magnificent scene, without any trace of the bleakness after the storm.

Seeing the grandeur here, I couldn't help but recall the days when I lived freely and unrestrained in the Qin Dynasty's palace. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Just as Ling Yuxiang said, how many days have passed! From the time I came into this world until now, only my childhood could be considered peaceful. But once time goes by, especially after witnessing too many partings and deaths amidst the turmoil, and experiencing both pain and joy, a strong desire to return home arises.

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"It'll be over soon, all of this is about to end," Feng Xinglie said with a faint smile, a gentle and calm demeanor he had never shown before.

When Feng Xinglie found Feng Xingying, a row of black lines appeared on his forehead. If it was a miracle that there was such an arrogant princess in the world, then having such a terrible empress as Feng Xingying was definitely a disaster for the Qing Kingdom!

In broad daylight, this young woman, in a place as secretive as the imperial harem, somehow managed to find several corpses, strip them completely naked, and lay them out in a row on the floor of her bedchamber. This...this is utterly shocking! If some high-ranking official or concubine were to pass by and witness this scene, they might mistakenly believe that their new "Empress" of Qing Kingdom has a keen interest in necrophilia...

At the entrance of the enormous palace, a group of naked, handsome men who had been dead for some time enjoyed the sunshine, each with an extremely relaxed expression.

The row of corpses lying on the ground had obviously been washed clean, exuding a fine fragrance, and all of them were quite handsome and well-proportioned. However, their naked appearance frightened all the palace maids and eunuchs into retreating.

When Feng Xingying saw Feng Xinglie arrive, she was in a great mood and smiled broadly, a rare sight for her: "Xiao Lie, you're here! Come quickly, come quickly, see who's here!"

Feng Xinglie glared at the naked, handsome male corpses on the ground, full of doubt: "Xiaoying, when did you become interested in ghost marriages? Don't you know that having so many naked men here is a bad influence!"

"Damn it! What's going on here?!" Feng Xingying was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and couldn't help but curse, her face full of black lines: "You think I wanted this? This was all because some perfectionist pervert made me get them from a pile of corpses! Not only could they not be incomplete, but they also had to be handsome and good-looking. Does she think this is a shop selling corpses? After bringing them back, she had to wash them clean with some nice flower bath, wipe them a hundred times, and let them dry until now. Serving a master is not as troublesome as serving these dead people! All she wants to do is conduct experiments and dissections, and she has to make sure they are spotless before she will do anything. Don't you think she's incredibly bored?!"

If an ordinary person heard this, they would be terrified or furious. Dissecting a handsome man? It's hard to imagine what kind of psychopathic monster could do such a brutal and terrifying thing!

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglie froze on the spot, his expression changing from surprise to ecstatic joy.

"You mean...she's here? It really is her?"

Although it was a question, Feng Xinglie was already 99% certain that someone with such a strange interest could only be a certain multifaceted woman who spent all her time immersed in ancient and medical books. "Sister Zhen is so disappointed!" A charming, languid, and melodious silvery laugh reached his ears. In the distance, a lazy white figure slowly walked over. Although it was so far away, it arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, so fast that it was almost like teleportation, without even stirring up a speck of dust!

Previously, they had never been exposed to ancient martial arts, but now that they have come to this world, they have all learned a considerable amount of martial arts skills and can be considered top experts in the martial arts world. Only by coming into contact with them can one realize how powerful an expert is. Even if Feng Xinglie and Feng Xingying join forces, they can probably only withstand about fifty moves from her every move.

While Feng Xinglie can sometimes appear quite languid and charming, compared to this woman in flowing white robes, she still seems to possess an imposing and heroic air.

The woman before me had almond-shaped eyes that slanted upwards, arched eyebrows, and a bright, intelligent look in her eyes. Her charming eyes held a smile, and her lips always had a strange, ambiguous smile. She was definitely a stunning beauty!

However, what's most captivating about her isn't her appearance, but rather the languid air about her that permeates her entire being. It's as if nothing can pique her interest; even if the sky were to fall, she'd still maintain that same radiant smile, devoid of any hint of arrogance. Strangely, while her alluring demeanor should be bewitching, the exquisite white robes she wears make her appear ethereal and otherworldly, possessing an indescribable charm, like a goddess or fairy stepping out of a painting, radiating a peerless brilliance that shouldn't exist in this world.

"Third sister... Third sister!" Feng Xinglie shouted with delight, rushed forward, opened his arms and hugged her tightly. The two sisters hugged each other tightly on the spot.

The woman in white maintained her ambiguous smile, but the alluring look in her phoenix eyes betrayed her inner excitement. She smiled and gently patted Feng Xinglie's back: "Easy, Sixth Brother. Although it's been a long time, it's illegal to rush into murdering your sister!"

"Alright, alright, you two stop being so affectionate. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had some kind of homosexual relationship!" Feng Xingying said slyly from the side.

"Hey? Seventh Brother, who was it that almost cried when they saw me just now?" The woman in white laughed and released Feng Xinglie, raising her eyebrows playfully.

"You...you've misread it!" Feng Xingying blushed, a rare occurrence for her, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Really? Oh, Xiaoying never lies, it must be true. So you don't care about your sister at all, Xiaoying. I'm so heartbroken. Our sisterly bond is so thin..." The woman in white nodded to herself, her expression suddenly changing to sorrow, filled with desolation as if she might burst into tears at any moment. The temperature in the room dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"I didn't, I didn't!" Feng Xingying reflexively protested.

"So you care, right? Xiaoying, you're still so cute when you blush." Before Feng Xingying could react, a glint of cunning flashed in the white-clad woman's eyes. In the blink of an eye, her sorrowful demeanor vanished completely, and she quickly smiled and replied. Her change of expression was several times faster than turning the pages of a book!

Feng Xingying's face was flushed red, but it was clearly not from excitement but from anger. Since he couldn't beat her in a fight, he could only look up to the sky and roar angrily, "Feng Xingyue! Be serious! Stop trying to fool me with your acting tricks! If you want to be funny, why don't you go and tease Xiao Lie!"

"Hey, Xiaoying, you need to be responsible! Xiaoyue has her eye on you, what does that have to do with me!" Feng Xinglie, who had been watching with great interest, immediately felt alarmed when Feng Xingyue's gaze fell upon her. The hairs on her back stood on end, and she took several steps back. She was terrified of Feng Xingyue's ever-changing abilities. In the past, no one from the Feng family had ever suffered at the hands of this ever-changing goddess! If you judge her danger based on her seemingly harmless appearance, you're really in deep trouble!

A thought flashed through Feng Xinglie's mind, and he noticed something was amiss. His gaze instantly fell on Feng Xingyue's face, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaoyue, how come your face hasn't changed at all?"

She was reincarnated, and her appearance was completely different from her previous life, Ba Jing. Feng Xingying was reborn in another body, and although she resembled her previous life somewhat, she wasn't exactly the same. Feng Xingyue, however, was different. Her face hadn't changed at all, and even the birthmark on her long neck was exactly the same!

Feng Xingyue still smiled as if everything was peaceful, and casually pointed inside: "Let's talk inside, don't block my experimental subjects from sunbathing."

Upon glancing at the naked man on the ground, both Feng Xinglie and Feng Xingying broke out in a cold sweat.

“During the explosion, I didn’t know the exact location of the center; I only knew that the light source behind me was constantly devouring everything. I knew you were still inside, so I didn’t care about anything else and went inside. When I woke up, I found that I had already been rescued. You should know that place; it’s now the leader of the martial arts world, Iron Fortress.” Feng Xingyue spoke with a faint smile, his words calm yet causing the other two to exchange a glance, their eyes filled with emotion.

The bond between the sisters is never just talk; no one would point at the other and say, "My relationship with her is like this or that." But when it comes to life and death, none of them would abandon the others just because they escaped one. Feng Xinglie once said, "Not one can be missing!" Even someone as irreverent as Feng Xingyue adheres to this principle.

"As for what happened after that, you probably already know the general idea. Ironblood Fortress is a sacred place in the martial arts world. I infiltrated it to understand this world. A few months ago, I made a move in anger at the martial arts tournament and was hailed as the Moon Goddess of Ironblood Fortress. A few days ago, I heard news about the Qing Kingdom and realized that you might also be in this world, so I came here on my search."

"Looking for someone?" Feng Xinglie raised an eyebrow with a hint of suspicion. Don't be fooled by Feng Xingyue's cheerful demeanor; in reality, she is probably even more cold-blooded than Feng Xingying. She doesn't care much about anyone, so why would she be interested in looking for someone?

"Just a toy that dared to run away." The calm voice carried an unexpected chill. Feng Xingying and Feng Xing exchanged surprised glances. This "toy that dared to run away" was truly formidable! To be able to slip away from a super expert like Feng Xingyue, and to have Feng Xingyue, known as the witch, care about him to this extent, was absurd. It was hard to say whether to call that person pitiful or just unlucky.

Feng Xinglie sighed with emotion: "Since coming to this world, we have really changed a lot. Xiaoyue, you can get angry too. Xiaoying is also interested in meddling in Qingli's affairs. I'm even worse. The dignified underworld emperor is actually entangled in a few men. I really don't know if the others are doing well."

The three of them smiled at each other. Feng Xinglie's affair had already become known to everyone in the world. Who didn't know about it?

"Don't even mention it, I think the leader of the Southern Merchant Alliance is definitely Xiao Yun! With her involved, chaos in the world is not far off!" Feng Xingying was unusually excited and laughed happily, "As for Xiao Yu and Xiao Lei, they're inseparable anyway. With Xiao Lei's fiery temper, if she makes a move, it'll be a miracle if the whole world doesn't know about it. Once we're all here, we can once again unleash our 'sharpness' in this ancient world."

"Keep causing trouble! You're the Empress now, and you're still acting like this. Poor Qingli, first she ran into me, a bandit, and now she's met you, a robber. With you around, the Qing Kingdom's harem is bound to turn upside down! I think she's stuck in our Feng family's den of thieves for life." Feng Xinglie chuckled and patted her head, then suddenly turned serious.

"Xiaoying, do you really intend to remain the Empress of Qing Kingdom? The harem is a place where people devour each other. Of course, we know that with your shrewdness, you won't suffer any losses, but being trapped in this cage must be unpleasant. In fact, taking advantage of this calamity, you can create the illusion that the Empress has been assassinated, and it will be easy for you to extricate yourself from the situation."

Feng Xingying paused, then shook her head slightly. Though her expression was bewildered, her voice was firm: "No. Xiao Lie, I know you mean well, but I've already taken over Tian Sha, and many mysteries are still connected to the Qing Kingdom's royal family. I must stay! No matter where we are, we won't be a burden to you. We will build our own empire and pave the way for you! Xiao Lie, all of us in Feng Mang exist for you!"

Feng Xingyue nodded and smiled, "Xiaoying is right. No one else can order us to do anything but you. However, we always obey your orders unconditionally. Although I am not a high-ranking official as the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is not a problem for me to support you when necessary."

Moved by the sight, Feng Xinglie couldn't help but smile broadly. Pointing to the pile of corpses at the door, he asked curiously, "Xiaoyue, we've never doubted that you need test subjects to practice your medical skills, but you don't have to torment Xiaoying like this. Qingli is too busy to care right now, but there's no guarantee that someone with ulterior motives won't stir up trouble. Let's get rid of these guys."

Feng Xingyue gave her a strange look: "Do you think I wanted to? It's all for your man! Otherwise, why would I be so careful! You should thank me. If I weren't here, your man's meridians might really never be able to be reconnected, and he would lose all his martial arts skills and be a cripple for life!"

My good mood was shattered by this sentence; the news was like a bolt of lightning!

Feng Xinglie couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaim in shock, "What did you say?"

Chapter 109 Such a Fool

The whistling wind pierced his ears, and the extreme speed caused a wave of discomfort in his body. Two anxious shouts came from behind him, but Feng Xinglie seemed to hear nothing and understand nothing.

She was stunned! The only word to describe the expression on her face was 'frozen,' she was completely dumbfounded.

She frantically channeled her still-recovering inner energy, disregarding the burden of the child in her womb. Her eyes widened, and she bit her swollen lower lip again, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, shimmering with an eerie color.

Feng Xinglie ran desperately back to the palace he had come from, ignoring his disordered breathing, as if he would lose him forever if he slowed down even a little.

It wasn't until she had run halfway that she regained some feeling in her heart and experienced a suffocating pain.

It hurts! It hurts so much! My whole body aches!

Warm tears welled up in my eyes, and I could only hold them back by clenching my teeth.

Feng Xinglie bit his lip, shook his head to stay awake, and chuckled mockingly. Sadness had already overshadowed his anger. Did she hurt? Where did she hurt? Each of them was suffering far more than she was!

Why? Why is this happening?

Why is it always you who get hurt? Why are you all so badly wounded, while I can still stand here unscathed? Why can each of you, despite being so badly injured, force yourself to hold my hand, smile gently at me, and tell me not to feel sorry for you, tell me that you did all this willingly, tell me that it's nothing, nothing...

But if losing one's eyesight, life, or body is nothing, then what else is worth mentioning?