The new War God of Qingyan is exceptionally capable. The old War God can completely retire to the second line and spend time with his beloved.
"Dongfang Heng, I'm entrusting Li Xue to you!" The War King took Shen Li Xue's hand and solemnly placed it in Dongfang Heng's hand.
Dongfang Heng clenched the soft, boneless hand in his palm: "Uncle, don't worry, I will protect her well!"
"I wish you happiness!" The Shen Lixue and Dongfang Heng before him looked just like him and Lin Qingzhu sixteen years ago. Any words would seem pale and powerless. Only the word "happiness" could express the War King's most sincere blessing. Yes, happiness is when two people in love go through all kinds of hardships to be together.
"Thank you, Imperial Uncle!" Dongfang Heng gently embraced Shen Lixue's small waist. The two of them would definitely be together and would not repeat the tragic mistakes of the War King and Lin Qingzhu.
"Thank you... Father!" Shen Lixue could feel the War King's care for her, just like a biological father caring for his daughter.
A layer of joy appeared in the War King's deep eyes. She called him Father, no longer Godfather. He had always treated her as his own daughter. Even after learning about Lin Qingzhu's ordeal yesterday, he hated Shen Minghui, but he did not blame Shen Lixue. The matter had nothing to do with her, so he could not blame her.
"Take care!" the War King said solemnly, turned around, strode out the door, took the reins from Steward Wang, mounted his horse, spurred his legs, and galloped away, kicking up billowing smoke.
"Be careful on your way!" Shen Lixue ran outside and gave the departing War King a pep talk.
The War King, riding a swift horse with his cloak billowing behind him, resembled a mighty war god. He turned around, smiled kindly, and waved to Shen Lixue:
In the first half of his life, he lived for Qingyan; in the second half, he wanted to live for himself. He and Lin Qingzhu had already missed sixteen years, and he didn't want to waste any more time. Where there is love, there is paradise. He would stay in Qingzhou with Lin Qingzhu, guarding the love in his heart until the end of time.
"Take care!" Shen Lixue stood at the door, watching the War King disappear into the distant horizon, silently wishing him happiness.
"Princess, this is what the Prince asked me to give you!" The dust had settled, and the area in front of the Prince's mansion was spotless. The steward handed over an envelope.
Shen Lixue took the paper with a puzzled look, quickly opened it, and a piece of paper fell out. The strong and powerful handwriting came into view. Looking at the contents, Shen Lixue's cold eyes were once again misty with tears. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she turned around and quickly ran into the War King's mansion.
"Li Xue, where are you going?" Dongfang Heng asked in confusion.
"Green Bamboo Forest!" Shen Lixue replied, her steps quickening as she continued forward.
"I'll go with you!" Dongfang Heng's eyes darkened, and he hurried after her.
All the mechanisms in the bamboo forest were deactivated, and Shen Lixue easily entered the forest, moving around and soon arriving in front of the bamboo hut. Standing at the door of the hut, she hesitated for a moment, then gently opened the door.
Stepping inside, what greets the eye is no longer an empty wall, but a painting. Paintings hang from top to bottom on all four walls, depicting beautiful women in elegant dresses and elaborate hairstyles. They are standing, sitting, running, catching butterflies, or flying kites, in all sorts of poses. However, they all share the same face: Lin Qingzhu!
Shen Lixue sighed softly. Lin Qingzhu had used her utmost skill towards the War King, and the War King had done the same for her.
Dongfang Heng walked into the room, looked at the paper on the wall, his gaze lingered, and then he looked at the letter in Shen Lixue's hand: "What does it say?" Shen Lixue had actually lost her composure and rushed here when she saw it.
"See for yourself!" Shen Lixue handed over the letter.
Dongfang Heng took it and glanced down. On the white paper, the handwriting was strong and powerful, but there were only a few sentences: "The War King's Mansion is entrusted to Li Xue. After she and Dongfang Heng are married and she gives birth to the eldest son, if Dongfang Heng agrees, he can adopt him into the War King's Mansion as the War King!"
"Your Royal Uncle is thinking of you wholeheartedly!" Dongfang Heng sighed, feigning helplessness. Shen Lixue had the entire Zhanwang Mansion. After they got married, if Dongfang Heng dared to treat her badly, she could return to the Zhanwang Mansion at any time.
Even if Dongfang Heng is adopted and becomes the War King after giving birth to the eldest son, the next War King will still be Shen Lixue's son: "The War King and I are uncle and nephew, but the War King doesn't side with me!"
“You are Prince An, and you will have the Prince An’s Mansion in the future, with a lot of relatives around you. But I am an orphan, my adoptive father is gone, and I am all alone with nothing!” Shen Lixue said in a low voice. In modern times, she had always been alone. But in ancient times, she had relatives and loved ones, and her life began to change. She never expected that family ties would come and go so quickly, and in just over a month, they were gone.
"You still have me, I will always be by your side!" Dongfang Heng smiled gently, wrapped his arm around Shen Lixue's waist, and held her tightly in his arms.
A faint scent of pine resin enveloped her, its warmth enveloping her. Shen Lixue felt inexplicably at peace, gently closing her eyes to savor the comforting warmth. At that moment, Dongfang Heng's image was deeply imprinted in her heart, and a seed called love quietly took root and sprouted: "Dongfang Heng, thank you!"
With her soft, boneless body in his arms, Shen Lixue's warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes, tickling his skin. Dongfang Heng's deep gaze narrowed slightly, and he slowly lowered his head, lightly kissing Shen Lixue's cherry lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Shen Lixue's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes wide to look at Dongfang Heng, her pupils clear and unfathomable: "Dongfang Heng!"
"Mmm!" Dongfang Heng responded, his thin lips once again covering Shen Lixue's fragrant lips, firmly and deeply, leaving no gap.
Shen Lixue's cool lips were held tightly in his mouth, sucked and licked, and she could no longer speak. Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, she slowly closed her eyes. In that instant, she felt the scent of pine resin enveloping her, and her mind drifted away.
Dongfang Heng's kiss was light and gentle, like a spring breeze or a drizzle, making Shen Lixue feel as if she were bathed in warm sunshine, warming her depressed heart and comforting her soul.
Unbeknownst to her, Shen Lixue stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Dongfang Heng's neck, responding to his kiss.
Dongfang Heng's gaze sharpened, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. He deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around Shen Lixue unconsciously, as if he wanted to embed her firmly into his bones and never separate them again.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" A sudden call rang out from outside the door, interrupting their tender kiss.
Shen Lixue suddenly woke up, opened her eyes abruptly, her face flushed with a rosy hue, and reached out to push Dongfang Heng: "Someone's here!"
Dongfang Heng frowned deeply, looking towards the door, still holding Shen Lixue tightly: "Steward Wang was speaking in a private room, not in the woods." The Green Bamboo Forest is a forbidden area; the servants of the War King's Mansion do not enter casually.
"Butler Wang, what happened?" Dongfang Heng asked towards the door, his voice magnetic and pleasant, as if infused with internal energy, carrying far and wide.
Butler Wang knew that Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue had entered the bamboo forest and would not call them unless it was something important.
"Reporting to Your Highness, the guards of the War King's Mansion request an audience, saying that the Ghost Physician from the Southern Frontier has arrived at the Holy King's Mansion!" The steward's calm voice echoed through the woods.
Shen Lixue's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly relaxed. She looked at Dongfang Heng and smiled: "The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang has arrived. Your illness can be cured!"
Dongfang Heng nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips, but without any obvious joy. The arrival of the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang at the Holy King's Mansion was a joyous occasion, but whether his illness could be cured was another matter entirely.
"Let's hurry to the Holy King's Mansion and have the Ghost Doctor examine you!" Shen Lixue turned to leave, but then she saw the walls covered with paintings and murmured to herself, "These paintings are all the War King's favorites, painted stroke by stroke. Should we put them away?"
"Uncle, you are in love with Qingzhu's mother-in-law. You were unaware of her feelings for you before, which is why you kept the painting hidden. Now that you know that the two are in love, hanging the painting up shows your sincerity and admiration for her. So don't put it away!"
"We can discuss the painting issue later. The most urgent thing is to go to the Holy King's Mansion and have the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang examine you!" Shen Lixue said solemnly, grabbing Dongfang Heng's wrist and pulling him quickly outside.
Text 137 Diagnosis
When Shen Lixue and Dongfang Heng entered the living room of the Holy King's Mansion, they saw an elderly man in his fifties or sixties sitting there. He had a cold face and deep eyes. His head of silver hair was tied up neatly, and his black robe was embroidered with golden patterns that looked like ancient talismans. He picked up the teacup in front of him with both hands, smelled the aroma of the tea, and frowned.
"Ghost Doctor!" The steward of the Holy King's Mansion entered the living room and introduced the young couple behind him to the Ghost Doctor: "This is Prince An, and this is Princess Li Xue!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang stood up, gave a simple bow, looked up at Dongfang Heng, his deep gaze sharpened, and his fingers moved with lightning speed to grab Dongfang Heng's wrist.