Yi Chuan glanced at Chu Xi Yin, frowned, and suddenly turned Consort Zheng's body around.
"Mother..." Yi Chuan said in a panic.
Chu Xiyin was also visibly alarmed. A gleaming knife was embedded straight into Consort Zheng's chest!
Consort Zheng had not yet completely passed away. Upon hearing the sound, she slightly opened her eyes and weakly called out, "Chuan'er..."
"Tell Chuan'er, who will do this next?" Yi Chuan stared painfully at the knife in her chest, gripping her shoulders tightly as he asked.
"Chu...Chu..." Before she could finish speaking, Consort Zheng saw Chu Xiyin behind Yichuan, and her pupils dilated suddenly.
Her raised right hand pointed directly at her, then slammed heavily to the ground...
"Ah—" Chu Xiyin glanced at the water unintentionally, let out a scream, and then fainted.
The bottom of the water was filled with human corpses, including Steward Zhang, maids, and countless others!
When Chu Xiyin woke up, she found herself lying on Yichuan's bed.
Yi Chuan, meanwhile, sat blankly in the rosewood chair, staring into a daze.
She got out of bed and went to his side. "Chuan, are you alright?"
Yi Chuan did not respond.
"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat!" She forced a smile and turned to go to the kitchen.
"No, I'm not hungry!" he said hoarsely, suddenly wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. "Don't leave me!"
"I won't leave!" She gently covered his hand with hers.
His hot, moist breath lingered around her waist, rapid and painful.
After a long while, he suddenly picked her up and carried her step by step to his bed.
She hugged his neck tightly, gazing at him, knowing full well what was about to happen.
He gently placed her on the bed and tenderly kissed her brows, her eyes, her nose, her lips, the back of her ear, her neck...
Her body was ignited by his kisses, and every place he touched blushed slightly.
He quickly removed her clothes...
She slowly sat up and shyly removed his clothes.
He grabbed her hand and suddenly kissed her lips.
His breaths mingled with hers, rapid and passionate.
His palm caressed her breasts, gently pinching her pink nipples.
A tingling sensation ran through her body, and her hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the flyer.
He parted her fair and slender legs and slowly entered her body.
She let out a soft moan, tinged with a hint of awkward pain.
"Does it hurt?" he murmured in her ear.
With tears in her eyes, she shook her head and hugged him tightly. She knew that at that moment, his heart was aching more than her body!
Tired, he nestled against her chest like a child, greedily inhaling her scent.
"Shall we leave this place?" Chu Xiyin gently patted his back.
"Hmm, where do you want to go?" he murmured weakly.
"Let's find a quiet place, far from war, far from the world, just you and me..."
He responded with a soft "hmm" and fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past the window.
Chu Xiyin put on her clothes, ignoring the pain of her first sexual experience, got out of bed, and followed the dark figure all the way to the depths of the corridor.
The dark figure slowly turned around, and Chu Xiyin's face was full of surprise!
Chapter 50 Revenge (Part 2)
"Chuan, I'll be waiting for you under the thousand-year-old sandalwood tree!" Yi Chuan woke up in the morning and saw this note by his bedside.
Recalling what happened last night, he smiled, put down the note, put on his clothes, found a horse, and galloped to the back mountain of Yunwu Temple.
On the mountain, layers of clouds and mist swirl around, and the thousand-year-old sandalwood tree appears and disappears in the mist.
He walked quickly to the thousand-year-old sandalwood tree, but did not see Chu Xiyin.
He leaned slowly against the sandalwood tree, gazing intently at the distant sky.
He was tired; his hands were stained with blood for the sake of this country.
He killed his friend and caused the deaths of his family...
Of the ten thousand elite soldiers who risked their lives for him, only a mere one thousand remain.
Those soldiers who died far from home, those corpses piled up on the battlefield, those scenes of rivers of blood...
This left his heart restless for a long time.
A strong sandalwood fragrance wafted in the wind from the thousand-year-old sandalwood, but mixed in with that fragrance was a strange, inexplicable smell of blood.
Night quietly descends, and the sky is filled with stars, their twinkling lights casting a desolate glow.
It was already late autumn.
A night breeze swept by, carrying a hint of chill.
She didn't come! He remembered that she had told him last night that they would leave this place together and go to a place without war, far away from the world, where there was only her and him.
Throughout his journey here, his heart was filled with anticipation.
However, beneath this empty, thousand-year-old sandalwood, all his aspirations vanished in an instant, turning into a light, fleeting bubble that dissipated with the wind.
He arrived as promised, but she did not wait for him there as agreed.
"Capture him alive!" Chunhua stood at the foot of the mountain, pointed at the Fourth Prince leaning against the sandalwood tree, and ordered the Imperial Guards behind her.
Upon receiving the order, the Imperial Guards swarmed up the mountain from the foot of the hill.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Fourth Prince slowly stood up and drew his Purple Imperial Sword from his waist.
The Imperial Guards quickly rushed up the mountain and surrounded the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince looked around at the group of Imperial Guards, many of whom he recognized.
He kept backing away. He was tired of killing; if they wanted his life, so be it!
But before that, he wanted to see Chu Xiyin one more time.
Just then, a large group of soldiers suddenly emerged from the foot of the mountain on the other side.
When the Fourth Prince turned around, he saw Qi Yu and Mo Cong!
The two men led a thousand soldiers into the encirclement.
It turned out that Qi Yu had just arrived at the palace today when he saw the Imperial Guards dressed in neat uniforms, but he didn't know where they were going.
He stopped a young Imperial Guard and, upon inquiring, learned that they had been ordered to go to Yunwu Temple to capture the traitor alive.
Upon hearing that it was Yunwu Temple, Qi Yu didn't have time to think much and led a thousand soldiers who had luckily escaped from the battlefield to rush over!
Upon arriving at Yunwu Temple, he heard someone calling for help from the east wing. He rushed in and found that Mo Cong and Mo Tong were both tied up.
After rescuing the two, he heard from Mo Cong that the Imperial Guards had gone to the back mountain, so he and Mo Cong led the thousand soldiers up the mountain via another path...
After a fierce battle, the Imperial Guards suffered repeated defeats.
Suddenly, a group of archers surged up from the foot of the mountain.
Chunhua commanded the archers, "Light the fire, fire the arrows!"
The archers rushed up the mountainside and fired their arrows in unison, instantly illuminating the entire back of the mountain with firelight.
"I'll make you watch your beloved man slowly die before your eyes, I'll make him hate you for the rest of his life!" Chunhua said, pinching Chu Xiyin's chin hard. "Let me tell you, I killed everyone in the Prince's mansion! They poisoned me and made me mute, so to get revenge, I desperately practiced speaking, imitating your voice. Look, even that old monster, Consort Zheng, thinks I'm you!" Chunhua said, laughing as she spoke, laughing, laughing until tears streamed down her face...
She believed that as long as she gave her heart, she could win Yi Yang's love. She thought that if she could have his love, she could disregard all the suffering she endured. But he had no love in his heart. He relentlessly tormented and abused her… until she stopped believing in love, until her heart grew as cold as his…
Chu Xiyin looked at her with heartache and silently said a thousand apologies in her heart!
Yi Chuan searched for Chu Xi Yin's figure in the firelight.
In the firelight, the soldiers struggled and twisted as they fell to the ground.
The fire grew larger and larger until it engulfed the group of soldiers...
The sounds of crying and screaming echoed in my ears...
Yi Chuan stared in despair at the raging flames. She hadn't come after all... He smiled bitterly. For her, he was willing to abandon his people and wander the world with her, but she had betrayed her vow...
Despair, his eyes were filled with despair...
The wind fanned the flames, and Chu Xiyin struggled desperately as she stared at the fire...
Two guards held her shoulders down, preventing her from moving.
In an instant, all her memories flooded her mind...
She was Chu Haishan's daughter. Once, Chu Haishan took her to visit his old friend Mo Yun. Chu Xiyin, in a moment of playfulness, fell off a cliff and was rescued by a handsome young man…
She gazed at the boy, and his melancholy eyes and the striking heart-shaped birthmark on the back of his right hand were deeply imprinted in her mind!
That young man was none other than the Fourth Prince, Yi Chuan!
Therefore, many years later, when Yichuan saw Chu Xiyin again at Yunwu Temple, he had that feeling of déjà vu.
Later, because Chu Haishan opposed Yi Yang's ascension to the throne, Yi Yang harbored resentment towards him and found a pretext to imprison him. He then massacred the Chu family, and Chu Xiyin only managed to escape thanks to the valiant protection of her wet nurse.
Meanwhile, Qi Yu, having let Liang Siqi escape, was struggling to find someone to fill in for him. He happened to spot Chu Xiyin and captured her, handing her over to Mo Yun.
What happened after that is best left unsaid...
"How is it? Watching your lover die in front of you, isn't it painful? But let me tell you, the pain you've inflicted on me is a thousand times, ten thousand times worse!" Chunhua's vicious smile deepened in her eyes...