Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 155

It was him, it was his handwriting. It was him…it was him… Finally, something settled in her heart, a certain part of her heart finally felt at ease. A sudden weariness washed over her, and she let out a long sigh. She wanted to sleep. She tossed the letter aside.

He had no other desires; he was content to simply be alive.

"Khan? Aren't you going to read it?" Geshufa was somewhat surprised. Didn't the Khan look forward to his news every day?

"I'll look at it after I wake up." She curled up on the couch, finding a comfortable position. "Dilan, go do your homework." Her eyelashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes.

The shadow was still in front of her. She slightly opened her eyelashes. Goshuva was still there. "If you're in a hurry, then open it and take a look."

"Yes!" Goshuva picked up the letter and opened it.

She slept soundly until the afternoon, and the anxiety she had felt for days finally subsided. She didn't dream of He Lu again that night. She dreamed of her second brother.

She hadn't seen him for half a year, and in her dreams, her heart was filled with a faint longing. Her second brother looked at her, his eyes still filled with painful love, but he refused to move forward. He just looked at her, looked at her, until his eyes shimmered like water, until the wind blew and dust flew up.

The wind and sand obscured his figure, yet she could still feel his gaze piercing through the dust.

Second brother, how are you? Is your injury healed?

Too many things got to her, and she neglected him for too long. When she wanted to hug him, he was already gone.

She missed him a little.

When she opened her eyes, Geshufa was still there, and the maids around her held up a dozen umbrellas to shield her from the sun.

"Khan, this is chilled fruit that Da Yu Cai sent over. Please have some." Bahasun placed a plate of fruit on the table in front of her bed.

Wei Zijun sat up lazily, leaning against the couch. She looked at the plate of fruit, her clear eyes shimmering.

She picked up a slice of watermelon, took a small bite, and remembered Lucheng a few years ago, the chilled watermelon that had been delivered from afar. Is he alright now? Why hasn't he even sent a letter?

She looked up. "Geshufa, what did the letter say?"

Geshufa stammered, "Khan, Yabghu said... he fell off a cliff and was rescued by a master, and then... then the master's daughter took a liking to him and demanded... demanded... when he refused, she locked him up."

Wei Zijun's eyes widened in disbelief. Her lips twitched, and she blinked, watermelon juice dripping onto her clothes. She felt resentful. She had searched for him for three months, waited for him for another three months, and endured half a year of anxiety, only to receive this letter in return. It turned out it was because of a romantic encounter that she had worried for so long. How despicable!

"Kh...Khan...This is a letter from Steward Liu of Dayu..." Geshufa quickly tossed her another letter in an attempt to distract her.

"Liu Yunde wrote again?" Wei Zijun glanced at the letter.

Liu Yunde did not accept the additional title from Li Tianqi; instead, he continued to manage Juyunlou for her. This seemingly simple and honest Liu Yunde managed Juyunlou with remarkable success, opening several more branches, including one on the shores of Qiantang Lake in Yuhang. It's estimated that she wouldn't have to worry about making a living even if she didn't work for ten lifetimes. Unexpectedly, in this life, she not only gained many life-and-death friendships but also amassed a considerable fortune.

Wei Zijun pursed her lips, smiled as she took the letter, and looked up to ask, "Is Dieyun awake yet?"

Ever since he woke up from a near-death experience, he has become unusually sleepy, waking up later than her every day.

"Did you miss me?" Speaking of Dieyun, Dieyun arrived.

Upon hearing his words, Wei Zijun immediately coughed violently. She looked at Dieyun as if she were a plague god, "Dieyun, now that you're healed, you should go back to take care of your master."

“I’ll stay here. I’ll stay wherever you go.” Dieyun plopped down on her tatami mat.

Wei Zijun's hand trembled, and she said to Geshu Fa with a trembling voice, "Bring...bring the letter here."

"Khan, is the letter in your possession?"

"Is...with me?" Wei Zijun unfolded the letter, her hands trembling.

After watching for a while, she became excited, picked up a cherry and put it in her mouth, then put her long finger between her lips and tongue, pouting her red lips and sucking the juice from her finger.

Dieyun's throat tightened as she looked at the scene, and she swallowed hard.

He had tasted those red lips before, and he had never imagined that such delicious lips could exist in the world. He gulped down another mouthful of saliva.

“Duan Xin is coming again… Why does everyone have to come…” She continued reading, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Dieyun, when did Liulang get involved with Die’er? I offered Die’er to you back then, but you didn’t want her. Now look what’s happened, Liulang has snatched her away. They’re waiting for me to come back and arrange the marriage.”

"What 'flirting'! That sounds so awful. They're mutually in love. I don't like that Die'er either." Dieyun's gaze burned with desire. "I remember someone telling me before they died that I should..."

"Uh...cough cough..." Wei Zijun hurriedly got up, "That promise was made to the deceased Dieyun..." She lifted the hem of her silk robe and ran out like lightning, while Dieyun lifted her long robe and chased after her closely.

The guards on either side of the Khan's court didn't even blink at the sight. They were used to seeing their usually refined and courteous Khan fleeing for his life, as this scene had played out every day since Nadieyun woke up.

After the two had run five laps around the tent, Wei Zijun whistled, and Te Salu responded. She leaped onto her horse and galloped away.

The vast grassland stretches endlessly, a herd of galloping horses races by, and a lithe eagle soars high in the sky, bathed in the afternoon sun.

Wei Zijun arrived at the place where the stone figures stood, and leaned against the stele of Ashina Yugu. She picked up the wine bag and opened it.

After a long while, she got up and walked towards a new monument not far away.

She lifted the sleeves of her gold-embroidered robe, and the warm breeze made her thin black shirt flutter gently.

She slowly poured the wine onto the ground in front of the tombstone. "Nangong Que, our grudges are over, and we have no further connection. I shouldn't have taken you in, an unrelated person, but considering your family's ruin, your country's destruction, your children's absence, and your body abandoned in the wilderness, I will temporarily take you in. When I visit my late king, I will bring you a cup of wine. Rest in peace."

Wei Zijun slowly turned around. In that instant, a white figure seemed to flash by in the woods to her side. She looked closely, but there was nothing there; she must have been seeing things.

She walked toward Tesaru, but before she could get close, Tesaru, who was waiting in the woods ahead, suddenly began to hoof up and leap incessantly, as if startled, or as if in a state of joy.

Wei Zijun walked over with some doubt. She saw a figure, and when she recognized the person, she was taken aback. "Miaozhou? When did the Turks arrive?"

"Fourth Young Master!" Miao Zhou slowly walked over. After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke, "I have always been in the Western Turkic Khaganate."

"All the time? Not by Second Brother's side?" Second Brother, she heard that on that day, when he held her, he fainted. They tried to take her out of his arms to treat her, but he held her tightly, and they couldn't pry his hands off, no matter what they did.

Second brother, she missed him. She had always kept him in her heart, but when she woke up, he was gone.

“Yes, I’ve always been by his side.” Miao Zhou pursed his resolute lips.

"You mean? He's here?" Wei Zijun's red lips parted slightly.

“He’s always been here. After he returned to Dayu to deal with Li Beiji’s rebellion, he came here. He’s always been by your side.”

"Huh? Then why... why... didn't I know?" Since he was here, why didn't he see her?

“He’s been secretly watching you all along. He turned gray overnight because of you. He felt ugly and didn’t dare to see you…” Miaozhou stopped, unsure whether to continue.

His hair turned white overnight! His hair turned white overnight! It was true. What kind of worries could turn someone's hair white overnight, Second Brother… Her heart ached.

"The main problem is... he won't live much longer. He's been worrying about you too much. His injuries haven't healed yet, but he's been running around for you repeatedly, which has ruined his health."

Wei Zijun stared straight at Miaozhou. She was first shocked and somewhat incredulous, then a sharp pain shot through her heart. "He...didn't he seek treatment from my master?"

"After you were injured by the boulder that day, he thought you were dead and refused to seek medical treatment, only wanting to go with you. Then, he spent days and nights running around for you, and with all the longing he felt for you, his health... collapsed. This time when you woke up, he secretly left first. Actually, it's because he felt he couldn't take care of you for the rest of your life..."

Tears streamed down his face. Everything he did was for her—worrying about her, feeling pain for her, getting hurt for her, traveling thousands of miles for her, and constantly thinking of her. And now, he was afraid of ruining her life's happiness... Second brother, why are you treating Zijun like this? How can I ever repay you?

"How much longer can he live?" she asked, her voice thick with nasal congestion.

"Physician Lin said he's overwhelmed with worry and might only live for another two or three years." Miao Zhou felt a pang of heartache seeing her tear-streaked face, but some things had to be said. "Fourth Young Master, please stay with him. He gave you his entire life, and I... I can't bear to see him like this... I can't bear to see him driven mad by longing..."

"Where is he?" She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears.

“He was afraid you’d find out, so he left first. It’s easy to find him; he’ll be secretly watching you every day.” Miao Zhou looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with affection. “Fourth Young Master, I’ll go first, or he’ll find out.”

He turned and left in a hurry. Such a woman, it's worth it to miss her to the point of madness, but he just doesn't have that blessing.

Wei Zijun stood there for a long time, motionless. Her second brother—he had given his life for her. Her once healthy, handsome, and spirited second brother—was now consumed by longing for her, his health ruined by her love. All of this was because of her. Second brother, she couldn't let him die. If she stayed by his side, with him, would he live a little longer?

She slowly turned around, gently wiping away the tears on her face. She found that Tesaru was gone. She looked around and found Tesaru behind her, with a person standing next to it.

In that instant, her heart pounded wildly. She blinked hard. It was him, it was him... Yes, he wasn't dead, he really wasn't dead.

“He Lu…” Her voice trembled slightly.

Volume 4 Where Does Love Belong? Chapter 145 Return (Final Chapter 1)

He Lu rushed over and hugged her tightly. He'd finally seen her again, finally.

For half a year, he had longed for her. Clinging to the belief that he could return to her, he awoke amidst the icy torrents. He traversed deserts, swamps, and primeval forests. Each time he faced imminent death, he thought of her. With that belief, he finally reached the land of the Western Turks. But to avoid worrying her, she fabricated a lie in her letter: there was no extraordinary person, none at all; it was all thanks to his love for her.

"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..." Wei Zijun gently patted his back. It's good that he's alive, it's good that he's alive.

He Lu cupped her face in his hands and looked at her carefully. How could he not come back? Even if he lost his memory and forgot everything, he would not forget it. Even if he lost his memory and forgot everything, he would not forget it. Even if he lost his memory and forgot everything, he would definitely return to her side with the love hidden deep in his heart. Even if he had to crawl, he would return to her side.

They embraced for a long time, the warm breeze ruffling their robes, and they were both content.

She thought, "It's good that he's alive."

He thought that as long as he could stay by her side, that would be enough.

After a long silence, He Lu asked, "Feng, are you going to go find him?"

Wei Zijun looked at him and gently stroked his face. "He Lu, I'm sorry. In the next life, I'll give you a complete version of yourself and a complete heart."

"I don't want to wait until the next life, I want it in this life. I will wait until that day, I definitely will."

“He Lu, that’s not fair to you. Besides, I either don’t choose, and I can have both of you at the same time. If I choose, I won’t change my mind. I will find you a good girl and never let you be alone.”

"I will definitely wait until that day."

No, there are no good girls anymore, only her. He only wants her. There are no more good girls...

In May, the grasslands are a lush green, dotted with vast stretches of felt tents. Cattle and sheep graze contentedly on the grass, and a gentle breeze stirs the waves of grass in front of the royal tents.

Chen Chang arrived, accompanied by a long procession of envoys, to the Western Turkic Khaganate, bringing Wei Zijun fresh fruit and a large quantity of various rare delicacies. These past years, they had been separated for long periods; he had become like her.

Inside the luxurious tent of the Western Turkic Khan, all was silent, so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of paper turning.

For two days, Chen Changdu had been looking at Wei Zijun with the eyes of a rare and exotic beast, making Wei Zijun's spine tingle.

"Third Brother, it's just some fruit, why did you have to come all the way here? But it's good this way, it's a pleasure for us brothers to get together here."

Seeing that Chen Chang was still looking at her with the same eyes, Wei Zijun found it somewhat amusing. "Third Brother? Why are you looking at me like that? As if I were a monster. Do I have three heads and six arms?"

Chen Chang snapped out of his daze and coughed awkwardly twice. Then, he angrily cursed, "What kind of crazy ideas does that second brother have! He knows but doesn't tell him."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun chuckled and said, "Third Brother, you've been cursing him for two days now." Second Brother didn't know how he had offended him.

She wasn't sure if Chen Chang had figured out her gender, but she did feel he was acting strangely. They were both there when she was injured in the chest. But if he didn't say anything, she'd rather keep things as they were; being exposed was unpleasant, and she'd feel incredibly embarrassed.

"I'll curse him for the rest of my life. He had no good intentions whatsoever. He...he wanted to..." He actually kept it from them, he must have wanted to keep it all to himself. Poor Shangzhen is still completely in the dark.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun raised her eyebrows, looking at Chen Chang with a smile in her eyes, and listened to what he would say without showing any emotion.

Seeing her smile, Chen Chang swallowed hard and kept his words to himself.

"Third Brother, don't be angry. Since you hate him so much, I'll find him and bring him back to avenge you after I finish reviewing the memorials I have on hand." She looked at him with a smile and reached out to open another memorial.

These days, the memorials from the Western Turks are no longer about lingering tribal disputes, but about important matters concerning the nation's future. She reviews all the memorials received on the same day. She is a diligent ruler.