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He couldn't figure it out. Well, he, Beitang Yujian, would rather not figure it out.

"Sword control," Chu Zhen suddenly reached out and placed his hand on Beitang Yujian's hand.

Beitang Yujian looked up: "My lord... is there anything you need?"

"Go for me and make her leave." Chu Zhen looked at him with expectation.

Beitang Yujian fell silent again.

"You don't want to?" he asked disappointedly.

“My lord…” Beitang Yujian shook his head, “My lord, it’s not that Beitang Yujian is unwilling, but… he can’t do it.”

It's shameful to say such a thing.

However, just before he entered, he caught sight of the horrific scene and, in shock, reached out to help the person up, his hand turning icy cold. But she didn't move.

The snow on her forehead melted into water, the water turned into ice, and the ice seeped into her skin.

The snow fell again, covering the ice surface, and I felt like I was turning into an ice statue.

He was in a hurry and in pain, and he wanted to forcefully pull the person up, but she was so stubborn.

The deep despair emanating from those dark eyes chilled him to the bone.

"Why..." Chu Zhen felt dizzy, "Why is she so stubborn..."

Beitang Yujian glanced at him and thought helplessly: Aren't you the same?

When two equally strong-willed people meet, if neither side backs down, a fierce and earth-shattering conflict is to be expected.

For two people with similar personalities to get along well, one of them must be tolerant and understanding.

And these two, one so stubborn, preferring to break rather than bend; the other so obstinate, once he's made up his mind, he'll never let go... What should we do?

Is it really a lose-lose situation, a lose-lose situation, a lose-lose situation...?

Stop.

He didn't know.

The snow fell silently.

Although silent, the snowflakes were even larger.

Chu Zhen got up, walked to the door, and gazed at the heavy snow falling outside.

Beitang Yujian didn't want to add any psychological burden to Chu Zhen, but he couldn't help but worry about the fool kneeling in the snow.

"My lord, I'm afraid... she won't be able to hold on." He finally spoke. If these two really continued to struggle like this, and things reached an irreversible point, a devastating event would be the least of their worries; their hearts would be broken beyond repair. So he forced himself to speak, "Her illness has just healed... her whole body is ice cold, the snow water... it's all frozen..."

His words came out haltingly, and just as he finished speaking, Chu Zhen waved his hand, pushed the door aside, and stepped out the door.

Beitang Yujian hurriedly called out and followed him out.

Chu Zhen quickly walked down the steps and hurried towards the door.

Beitang Yujian's heart raced as he watched the figure in black stride forward, his chest wound still unhealed, his hand covering it, his body slightly unsteady.

Chu Zhen quickly walked to the center of the courtyard.

He stopped abruptly.

The momentum was too abrupt, as if it had suddenly realized that it was impossible and stopped abruptly.

He stumbled uncontrollably and almost fell over in the snow.

Beitang Yujian was startled and was about to step forward.

But then Chu Zhen steadied himself, slowly stood up from the snow, and straightened up.

From his perspective—the man stood motionless between heaven and earth. Amidst the pure white snow, he stood steadfast in his heavy black robes, unmoving. Having rushed out, he hadn't donned an outer garment, only a close-fitting robe, a jade belt cinching his waist, and black boots treading the snow. His long hair swayed gently in the wind. The contrast between black and white, the interplay of softness and strength, his unparalleled aura. Beautiful.

The person had already stopped, and would not move forward another step.

Beitang Yujian stopped in his tracks, as if he had sensed something, and turned his head away helplessly.

Chu Zhen stood silently in the snow for a long time.

The snowflakes hit my face, feeling cool.

He stared at the two tightly closed doors.

She was right outside the door.

The child remained kneeling there, refusing to leave.

He couldn't bear it; his heart ached as if it were being torn apart. If he could, he would rather kneel there in her place. He wanted to tell her that he didn't blame her for anything, and that all of this... was for her own good.

But she didn't understand.

But he has already gone this far.

I cruelly forced myself to this point.

Chu Zhen stared blankly at the two tightly closed doors.

He looked up at the sky again.

A large snowflake drifted into his eye.

A cool sensation washed over him, and then quickly slid down his cheeks.

The snow fell silently, and he wanted to speak but could not.

Finally, Beitang Yujian heard Chu Zhen ask from the snow: "You once said that only Ge Xing could stop her, so now... Yujian, would you be so kind as to make a trip?" His voice was calm and cold. Beitang Yujian sighed slightly, but bowed and replied: "Yes, sir."

This wasn't written by me, was it? It feels so cruel. *covers face and crawls away*

Do you hate them? Then knock them unconscious with your votes...

I wonder if everyone's been tortured to death, because the pink votes haven't moved a single one all day. Peering sadly through my fingers...

Chapter 248 of "A Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Path": Determining Life and Death

Chu Ge walked slowly, each step seemingly taken only after careful consideration.

The attendant following behind looked at the adult walking in front of him, his heart filled with doubt but unable to ask. He could only silently hold up his umbrella. Snowflakes fell, but were blocked by the umbrella, preventing him from getting close to the person under it.

Beitang Yujian stepped forward and blocked the middle of the road.

Chu Gexing seemed to know that someone would appear, and was not surprised. However, his originally slow steps finally stopped.

They stopped as if they had gotten their wish.

"Where are you going?" Beitang Yujian asked.

Chu Gexing looked at him: "Of course we're going back to the manor, otherwise where would we go?"

"Back to the manor? Your expression of being completely out of your mind is quite amusing. Do you even remember the way back?" Beitang Yujian chuckled.

Chu Gexing shook his head: "Your joke is lame."

Beitang Yujian said, "I don't want to cause trouble or say anything more. I'm just here on orders to pass on a message to you. You can decide what to do yourself."

Chu Gexing asked calmly, "Whose words? What words?"

Beitang Yujian said, "Lord Chu asked me to tell you... that person's life and death are in your hands."

Chu Gexing felt his hands, which were tucked inside his sleeves, clench into fists. In an instant, the fists clenched so tightly that they made a faint sound as if his bones could barely bear it.

Beitang Yujian glanced at him: "The message has been delivered. I'm leaving. It's freezing cold here. There's nowhere else to stay. Staying in the snow and trying to tough it out will leave you half-dead, if not dead."

He chuckled and walked away through the snow.

Chu Gexing stood motionless in the snow.

A servant asked in a low voice from the side, "Sir?"

The Chu song goes unspoken.

Just as the attendant was about to speak again, a cold wind suddenly blew past him.

The person is no longer here.

Tang Leyan lowered her eyelids.

She stared blankly at the rapidly thickening snow before her, her eyelashes trembling slightly as snowflakes clung to them, turning into glistening droplets. These droplets clung to the tips of her eyelashes like tears, but soon froze, solidifying there.

How could he be so heartless?

I felt a chill in my heart.

Chu Zhen, Chu Zhen, I know I made a mistake. But what exactly did I do wrong to make you hate me so much? You even threatened to kill yourself. You won't even give me a chance to see you.

You really are ruthless.

Well then... let's have a competition. Let's see who's more ruthless.

Snowflakes drifted down, and I gradually felt my shoulders grow heavier. My vision blurred as the snowmelt clouded my eyes.

I can't see clearly, I can't see anything at all.

Her body trembled slightly, and her knees, which had initially been in excruciating pain, became numb and tingling, and now she had lost all feeling in them.

Tang Leyan wondered if he would feel relieved if he saw her body after she died in the snow.

This thought made her heart ache, but suddenly she forced a smile, her body swayed, and as tears streamed down her face, she uncontrollably fell forward.

A figure sped across the snow. The moment she saw her fall, her delicate brows furrowed, and she quickened her pace.

Chu Gexing shouted, "Le Yan!"

Her stiff body was pulled into warm arms.

Tang Leyan opened her eyes, but her vision was blurry and she couldn't see clearly.

Is it him? Has he finally shown up?

She managed a weak cry: "You finally..."

Chu Gexing's breath caught in his throat. Finally, he slowly said, "I... am not him." His voice was clear, a firm denial.

Tang Leyan was stunned, her eyes slowly widening as she saw clearly.

Right before my eyes, the person with such beautiful features, was not Chu Zhen.

It's not Chu Zhen.