Nuit éternelle

Chapitre 70

"What news?" Feng Xinglie asked repeatedly, seemingly unconcerned with such details.

“Yao Tianlin isn’t dead. One of your third sister’s shadow guards seems to have some connection with Yao Tianlin. That day, he came to Qingcheng to scout ahead and unfortunately saw him suffering from the backlash of his Gu poison in the fire. So he directly froze him in a special way and threw him to your third sister. Your third sister seems very interested in this and wants to take people to the summit of Xuebu to find an antidote for him. So you don’t need to be sad about his death anymore. Your third sister’s medical skills are so high, she will definitely have a way.” Ling Yuxiang said while paying attention to Feng Xinglie’s expression. He was overjoyed to see her relax and smile happily.

Feng Xinglie was taken aback: "What about Qin Han?"

"You're thinking about Qin Han again!" Ling Yuxiang said angrily, her jealousy evident. "He's doing just fine. The offspring gu is controlled by the mother gu. If Yao Tianlin doesn't manipulate the mother gu, Qin Han will be fine. But after the offspring gu was implanted in another person, his control over the mother gu has reached its limit for so long, which is why it caused a backlash. That is, as he said, only one of Qin Han and him can live. But judging from how confident your sister is, there shouldn't be any major difficulties, it's just a matter of time."

The tension vanished instantly. Taking a breath, Feng Xinglie closed his eyes happily, his heart filled with joy that everyone was alright!

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" she murmured with relief.

"That's wonderful! I've finally found you." Ling Yuxiang shared Feng Xinglie's joy, smiling slightly.

"Good? What's so good about it? Not good at all!" A cold shout, filled with anger, resentment, jealousy, and helplessness, came from the side. The three sons automatically made way for them; since the sons couldn't handle it, it was the father's turn to step in!

Ling Yuxiang felt a chill run down his spine, but he held onto Feng Xinglie tightly, refusing to let go. Knowing there was no escaping this ordeal, he could only bow respectfully and greet him, "Father-in-law! Uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Qing delivered a solid punch to his stomach!

"Father!" Feng Xinglie exclaimed urgently.

"Xiao Lie, don't you dare plead for him!" Feng Qing snorted, his eyes blazing with anger, grinding his teeth as he roared, "You brat, you've kidnapped my most precious daughter! Do you know how important she is to the Feng family?!"

Although Feng Qing appeared angry and his punches looked fierce, the actual force was not great. Ling Yuxiang smiled with gratitude, knowing that his father-in-law actually wanted to let him off the hook, but was still emotionally unable to accept it, which was why he punched him to vent his anger. He then sincerely bowed his head and said, "Father-in-law, don't worry, I will definitely make it up to you..."

"Compensation? What will you offer as compensation?" Feng Qing retorted angrily, "Our Feng family lacks nothing, and besides, you're not even from this world!"

Ling Yuxiang took a deep breath, looked at Feng Xinglie with eyes so tender they could smother anyone, and said loudly, "My compensation is—to never leave her for the rest of my life, to make her happy, to make her joyful, and to make her smile forever. I will love her with my life and everything I have, and I will do my best to fulfill all her wishes, so that she will no longer be lonely, no longer suffer, and no longer shed tears. Even if it's the King of Hell, I will go with her!"

Feng Qing and the others were stunned, looking at Ling Yuxiang in surprise.

It's not that I haven't heard such sweet words before, or that no one has ever used such methods, but never has anyone been so earnest, with such sincere light shining in their eyes, without a trace of cunning or deception, making one feel that every word they uttered would be kept.

Feng Xinglie's heart was already overflowing with his love, and she happily leaned against him, drawing warmth from him.

Ling Yuxiang abruptly put her aside and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, suddenly knelt down on one knee before Feng Qing. Even Feng Xinglie couldn't help but be moved. She knew that Ling Yuxiang had rarely knelt before anyone in his life. Even his imperial brother, he had only offered a perfunctory bow. The saying "A man's knees are worth gold" was absolutely fitting to describe Ling Yuxiang, and yet he had actually done so...

Ling Yuxiang smiled and looked up at Feng Qing, holding Feng Xinglie's hand in one hand, and said earnestly, "Father-in-law, please entrust Lie to me. I swear that I will love her for a lifetime and make her happy for a lifetime. If I break this vow, may heaven and earth not forgive me!"

“Yu Xiang…” Feng Xinglie held his hand tightly, sniffling slightly to express his emotion.

Feng Feiyu asked in surprise and doubt, "Second brother, look, is our brother-in-law really from ancient times?"

"His flirting skills are even better than Lao Wu's. Could he have also traveled through time?" Feng Feimu exclaimed repeatedly.

Feng Feiyang looked thoughtful: "Such a wedding scene must have been absolutely unique in ancient times. I think if I ever went to ancient times, I could use this trick to win over a ton of beautiful women..."

"Keep dreaming!" Two punches interrupted his wild thoughts.

At this moment, Feng Xinglie was also rubbing against Feng Qing's hand, unusually acting coquettishly: "Dad, will you agree or not!"

Feng Qing glanced at her helplessly: "What else can I do if I don't agree? They say a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl, and that's absolutely true. Look how much she's siding with outsiders. She's afraid of what her father might do to her. What can I do to her? You two are already inseparable, what good would my objections do?"

Seeing the two exchanging joyful glances, Feng Qing couldn't help but feel angry again. He snorted, "Kid, let me tell you, if you treat my daughter badly, I won't let you off! But... if one day you can no longer keep your vow, then you'd better give her back to us."

“That day will never come!” Ling Yuxiang smiled confidently. The exchange of glances between him and Feng Qing had long made him realize that his father-in-law was just saying harsh words, but he himself would never let that happen.

He glanced at Feng Xinglie and saw that she was also giving him an approving and encouraging smile, and his chest suddenly felt warm.

How could that be possible? They've come this far with absolute trust, never doubting each other in the slightest. Even with many doubts, they choose to believe in each other and in themselves. What could possibly create a crack in the bond between two such steadfast people? Nothing, absolutely nothing!

Xuanzhen suddenly urged, "Have you finished explaining? Hurry up and change your clothes and get going. My magic power can't last that long."

The group was taken aback, then simultaneously gave him friendly smiles. He had been watching them since the beginning, only speaking coldly when he could no longer hold on. But everyone could sense that this Master Xuanzhen was not a cold-hearted man at all; on the contrary, he was quite perceptive and easily immersed in their happiness.

"Master, thank you." The fact that you traveled so far to help is enough for Feng Xinglie to be grateful for.

Xuanzhen nodded: "Hurry up."

Before Feng Xinglie could speak, Ling Yuxiang suddenly roared in shock and anger, "Lie, why are you dressed like this?"

Feng Xinglie snapped out of his daze, looked at his current appearance, and suddenly realized what was going on.

She was wearing her usual casual outfit: a low-cut black sleeveless leather top, black boxer shorts, and black boots. Not only were her thighs and arms exposed, but most importantly, a section of her abdomen was completely bare. The clothes she had worn earlier, soaked in seawater, were tossed aside, and she hadn't had time to change before Ling Yuxiang suddenly appeared. Of course, she didn't have time to change.

This outfit, which would be considered fashionable in modern times, was absolutely revealing in Ling Yuxiang's eyes!

With a dry laugh, Feng Xinglie quickly put on the clothes he had worn when he arrived. Feng Feiyu and the other two seemed to have finally found Ling Yuxiang's weakness and suddenly realized it. Taking advantage of this moment, they quickly dragged Ling Yuxiang aside and tried their best to provoke him with ill intent.

"Brother, you don't know this, do you? This is called fashion. Xiao Lie has worn even more revealing clothes here. This is nothing!" Feng Feiyang laughed.

Ling Yuxiang was stunned for a long time before finally managing to stammer out, "Lie...does she dress like this in front of other men too?"

“That’s right, brother-in-law, don’t take our sister for granted. Who is the Underworld Emperor? Powerful, domineering, and a great beauty. These days, which young man in the underworld isn’t drooling over her? I don’t think ancient times were so peaceful either. Don’t blame us for not warning you if she gets robbed.” Feng Feiyu pretended to be worried.

"That's impossible!" Without even thinking, Ling Yuxiang gave up: "She won't fall in love with anyone else, I'm confident of that!"

"...Luckily you weren't born in modern times, you know? Xiao Lie's kind of outfit is pretty ordinary!" Feng Feimu glanced at him sideways: "If a man like you were born in modern times, I'm afraid all those women in bikinis would swarm around you and devour you until there's nothing left. Here, there are plenty of women chasing men!"

Misled, Ling Yuxiang imagined himself being attacked by a group of scantily clad women, and involuntarily shuddered, saying in fear, "Your world is truly terrifying."

Feng Xinglie was unaware that Ling Yuxiang's later-developed "modern phobia" stemmed from this very experience...

"Yu Xiang, let's go!"

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back!" Ling Yuxiang said fiercely, pulling her close. He hadn't forgotten how revealing she looked in those clothes, and how incredibly...sexy and alluring! How could he bear to see her like that by another man? Whether it was ancient or modern times, he wouldn't allow it!

Feng Xinglie seemed to have guessed his thoughts and returned him with an equally fierce smile: "Want to duel? Come on then, who's afraid of who!" Ling Yuxiang was embarrassed; he seemed to have forgotten again that Feng Xinglie was a powerful woman no less than him...

Holding hands with Ling Yuxiang, Feng Xinglie stepped into the white circle of light, faintly hearing the calls of several people behind him.

"Xiao Lie, you must be happy..."

"Don't worry, I will!" She murmured, closing her eyes, wiping away tears of happiness, and leaning on the man's reliable shoulder.

The next moment, they landed in a desolate mountain. In front of them was a rather large altar, and in front of them was a pile of firewood similar to that on the wind-driven ship. The two of them walked out of the fire, but as soon as they came out, the flames went out instantly, as if they had encountered an iceberg.

A loud, thunderous roar swept down from the sky, and a blood-red shadow ripped through the blue sky, dazzling against the surrounding verdant landscape.

Feng Xinglie clapped his hands and greeted him with delight: "It's Blood Eagle!"

The Azure Blood Eagle seemed to be very happy to receive its master's reward. It flew down from the sky and crashed into the two of them. It was unable to stop its force for a moment. Ling Yuxiang was startled and quickly spun around to dodge. The Blood Eagle did not expect to miss. It tumbled and fell with a dusty face. When it raised its head, its eyes were full of grievances. It looked very funny.

Ling Yuxiang, holding Feng Xinglie, continued to be jealous with a stern face: "You're happy that he's back, we won't forget your contribution, but don't be so enthusiastic! Lie is mine, you can't hug him!"

Looking around, Feng Xinglie glared at Ling Yuxiang, stepped forward, patted Blood Eagle's head, and comforted him, "Don't mind this jealous guy. I'm your master. What's wrong with a hug?"

“Lie,” Ling Yuxiang complained with a pitiful look on his face. “I’m not jealous.”

Feng Xinglie stared at him disdainfully and said, "Isn't that right? It's clearly so sour to the extreme. If you say it's not, then what is it?"

"Vinegar vat..."

He slipped and fell on the spot, and Feng Xinglie was defeated by him.

"At least you have some self-awareness..." She could only manage to utter this one sentence in silence.

The two were on a mountain peak outside Qingcheng, but Feng Xinglie had no intention of looking for Feng Xingying and Qingli anymore. Today was the coronation ceremony of the Qing Kingdom Emperor, and the two would only be asking for trouble if they went. They teased the Azure Blood Eagle and climbed the mountain. They found a high cliff and sat down above the vast sea of clouds, snuggling together and enjoying the peace and tranquility.

"How is Qingguo now? How is Xiaoying?" Feng Xinglie casually asked some questions he hadn't had a chance to ask before.

"Of course it's good. Your younger sister is now the Empress, second only to the Emperor. Moreover, this position of being second only to the Emperor is just for show. I don't think Qingli would dare to really do anything to her. The extent of Tian Sha's influence is alarming even to me. In fact, a large part of Qing Kingdom's underground power is operated by this organization. Of course, if she can coexist peacefully with Qingli, it would be a blessing for the people of Qing Kingdom."

Where is the singer?

“He went back to Fengcheng. He wanted to come with me to pick you up, but Master Xuanluo said he could only send me alone, and he didn’t know where he was going or how long it would take to find you. It could be a few hours, a few days, a year, ten years, or I might never come back. So it wasn’t convenient for him to stay in Qing Kingdom, so he went straight back to Fengcheng to reorganize his subordinates and revitalize Tianyi Pavilion. He asked me to tell you that he will never marry and will open a restaurant in Fengcheng called Nianfengju. He just hopes that you can visit him when you have time and catch up.”

Although his answer was casual, Ling Yuxiang's jealousy was still undeniable.

What a jealous woman! Feng Xinglie was happy to know that Liu Wuge could finally live a normal life. She believed that there would be other people who could give him warmth. Although it was a pity, her feelings for Liu Wuge were not love, and Liu Wuge had no intention of forcing her to do anything.

She covered her mouth and laughed at Ling Yuxiang, "Why are you telling me this? Aren't you afraid I'll be so moved by him that I'll offer myself to him?"

Ling Yuxiang glared and said, "I, Ling Yuxiang, am a man of integrity. Would I be afraid of such a small challenge? I don't believe I'm so uncharming and incompetent that I can't keep my good wife. Besides..."

He raised his hand with a broad smile and stroked her slightly protruding belly.

"Our children are all grown up now, why would we be afraid you'll run away?"

"Yu Xiang, since you knew the dangers of the spacetime turbulence, did you ever regret stepping into the fire?" Feng Xinglie blushed and pressed for an answer.

"Regret! Of course I regret it to death!" Ling Yuxiang laughed so wildly that it gave people the illusion that he was the only man in the world who could do this. "I really regret it. Why didn't I rush in sooner? I made you wait for me over there for so long! I even missed the wonderful scene of you recognizing your father-in-law. It's so good that your family loves you so much. But I won't lose to them. I will spoil you, spoil you rotten, spoil you to the heavens, and make all the women in the world envious of you."

His cheeks flushed instantly, and feeling his increasingly infatuated and fervent gaze, Feng Xinglie awkwardly changed the subject.

"I heard Master Xuanzhen say that a medium is needed to get to that world. How did you get there? Is that Master Xuanluo that powerful?"

"Of course not, it's because we have the Azure Blood Eagle spirit beast to keep us in check, and also something to contact us." Ling Yuxiang pulled out a small purple pouch from his pocket, it was bulging and he didn't know what was inside.

Feng Xinglie's expression changed, and he grabbed her arm in a huff, angrily saying, "Which girl embroidered this for you! Humph, do you really think I'm that lenient! Let me tell you, Ling Yuxiang, if you dare..."

She didn't continue, because she saw that there was only one thing in the opened purse.

"Hair?" Feng Xinglie murmured in a daze, his fingers touching the black strands. A sudden surge of emotion welled up in his heart, and he glanced at Ling Yuxiang through the corner of his eye. Ling Yuxiang was still smiling, so gentle, so very gentle.

"Yes, you forgot, we're a married couple. These things were left by our bedside, some are yours, some are mine. I don't lack anything, but no matter what, I should keep some things that belong to you." He gripped the purse tightly, and together with Feng Xinglie's hand, his warm breath enveloped her. Feng Xinglie felt as if her body was about to melt.

"I want one too! You can't be the only one who has one!" she demanded urgently, her words tumbling out incoherently.

"Okay, okay! I told you, I'll fulfill any conditions you have, anything is fine." Like coaxing a child, Ling Yuxiang's voice was as pleasant as celestial music, and his warm breath on her neck stirred her heart.

He pinched Feng Xinglie's arm, and Feng Xinglie, his face slightly flushed, asked in a low voice, "What about your situation in Ling Kingdom?"

“I’ve let go of everything. Before Master Xuanluo sent me away, I had Ling Ke and the others lead the Flying Feather Cavalry back to Fengcheng. I have already written to my brother, the Emperor, and officially handed over the Dark Pavilion to him. From now on, I am no longer the Prince of Da Ling, but Ling Yuxiang, who intends to accompany you for the rest of my life!”

Ignoring her protests, Ling Yuxiang leaned down, his eyes shining as if he wanted to draw her in. He finally gently covered her lips with his, deepening the kiss she had longed for. Feng Xinglie embraced him, closing her eyes contentedly, immersed in the joy and happiness he gave her.

The warm air drifted everywhere, and where the wind passed, it left behind a lasting joy.

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"Your Majesty?" Xiang Ju looked at the man in white robes not far away, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. "The portraits of the candidates for the imperial concubines have been sent."

"Oh." Qin Han casually agreed, stood up from the high chair, slowly walked to the window, looked up at the bright sun on the horizon, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Your Majesty, many senior officials in the court have advised you to quickly establish an empress. What do you think..." Xiang Ju was anxious. Qin Han had been dragging his feet on this matter for a long time. Others might not know, but he had seen it all. Qin Han hadn't been awake for long before the officials pressed him down again. Now, whenever the topic of selecting concubines came up, he would stare blankly out the window. Xiang Ju understood that he was clearly still thinking about Feng Xinglie!

"There's no need to say anything more." Although his expression was still solemn, it was no longer lifeless.

Xiang Ju was about to try to persuade him again, but he shut his mouth in shock by his next words.

"What's past is past. Xinglie saved me again, but I know that what's between us is now history." Qin Han's words finally put Xiang Ju at ease, but she still felt a little wistful.

"The Wind King once said that he hoped you could govern the Great Qin better and better."

Qin Han nodded slightly, walked to the portraits of the young women, and finally sat down.

The hand that touched the pen trembled slightly, but ultimately it picked it up, dipped it in ink, and unfurled the scrolls...