Bab 233: Epilogue: For All Eternity, We Shall Never Forsake One Another (Part I)
The path she had traversed remained vividly etched in her memory; over the course of a lunar month, the verdant foliage had remained unchanged, yet everything had transformed beyond recognition.
Her entire being was engulfed in excruciating pain, as the world around her flickered between stark contrasts of light and dark, sometimes clear, other times blurred, her entire existence spinning out of control.
Not far ahead, on the broad official road, Bai Zhanfeng led the charge, clad in black, with tens of thousands of soldiers following in a mighty, swift advance towards her.
Xianyue, her senses dulled, suddenly widened her eyes, gripping the reins of her horse tightly, frozen in place. The blood-stained depths of her gaze, hollow and lost, peered into the distance, still revealing the profound sorrow buried within her soul. She had awaited the arrival of the great army for six days and five nights, yet now it seemed utterly meaningless. Had he arrived merely a few hours sooner, the outcome might have been different; at the very least, Ya'er and Nuo Lan would not have perished.
"Xianyue?"
Bai Zhanfeng called out tentatively as he noticed her from a distance. Xianyue managed a faint smile, though it felt as if a needle had pierced her heart.
"Is it really Xianyue?"
Bai Zhanfeng urged his horse forward, reins raised, as Jin Mo followed closely behind. They came to a halt before her steed.
Clad in bloodstained garments, the original color was now indiscernible; her pallid face was mottled with red and white, a sight that was somewhat alarming. Her once bright eyes were now veiled in a thick fog, filled with nothing but anguish and despair—towering hatred that threatened to engulf the world.
In the sunlight, her ink-black hair gleamed with hues of crimson, and the potent scent of blood pierced through the air. The once radiant and captivating woman now resembled a wilting flower.
Jin Mo could hardly believe it; in just a few short days, was this still the carefree, proud Xianyue he knew? Her expression bore no trace of joy, and she seemed to emerge from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling and oppressive aura. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
"Jin Mo, where is Yi Lan?"
Her voice emerged from the depths of her throat—hoarse, muted, tinged with despair.
Jin Mo's gaze flickered, and he cast a glance over his shoulder at Xianyue.
"Are you searching for them?"
Xianyue chuckled softly, a hollow sound that sent chills through the listener's heart.
"They're all dead, and it's because of me that they died," she screamed, her emotions spiraling out of control like never before.
"Xianyue."
Bai Zhanfeng called her name heavily, his expression pained.
"Why did you arrive only now? If you had come a little sooner, perhaps they wouldn't have perished."
Bai Zhanfeng fell silent, unable to respond. He had failed to notice Xianyue's silent cries for help; when Chen Shoufu fell ill and Chen Ruoxi, pregnant, was unable to expose herself to the sickness, he had remained at the Chen residence until Jin Mo sought him out, only then discovering that Xianyue was in distress. He had hastened to Bailitun, rallying troops at a breakneck pace, but tragically, it was still too late.
Had he arrived just a moment earlier, perhaps Xianyue would not be in this state, and guilt swelled within him as he looked at her.
"Master, Yi Lan is in Xiluo Village; she hasn't fully recovered, so I didn't bring her along."
By the end, Jin Mo's voice had become scarcely audible.
"Is that so?"
Xianyue smiled as she leaped from her mount, her tone casual, leaving Jin Mo uncertain whether she believed him or not.
"Bai Zhanfeng, issue an immediate order to close the city gates, conduct thorough inspections, and allow no one to enter or exit freely."
Xianyue approached Bai Zhanfeng, seizing him from his horse with an imposing force. He was caught unawares, tumbling from the saddle.
She turned, her blood-stained gaze fixed on him as she towered over him with an unassailable authority.
"No, this will incite chaos among the people."
Ignoring his protests, Xianyue knelt beside him, gripping his chin tightly. As she slid downwards, her fingers encircled his neck; a slight increase in pressure would spell his demise.
Bai Zhanfeng gazed up, his eyes wide. In her bloodied gaze, he perceived a hatred so deep that it cut to the bone. Did she resent him for not arriving sooner? Yet, he had done all he could.
"Bai Family's eldest son, why did I encounter Xuanyuan Hao and his army in Chu?"
Xuanyuan's army? How could this be? A chill ran down his spine: "You think I colluded with him to betray you?"
Xianyue smiled as she released him, but the smile was more horrific than tears: "I offer you two choices. First, seal the city and search every household for Xuanyuan's men, sparing none. Second, await the iron cavalry of Feng and Lan to breach your gates. Choose wisely."
Xianyue rose, turning her back to Bai Zhanfeng. The sun shone warmly, yet her limbs felt ice-cold, her heart encased in frost. Bai Zhanfeng stared intently at her retreating figure, an action he had done many times before, yet never like this; her demeanor radiated hollow sorrow, while he was consumed by despair.
She would follow through, without a doubt. Whether her eyes were open or closed, the visions of bloodied faces haunted her mind, as though each had become a target riddled with arrows. And what of Sister Pingting and the others? They had perished because of her. Yet, their bodies remained elusive to her, and she could not, would not forgive those who had caused her such pain.
"Bai Zhanfeng, I will not let this matter rest."
With that cold proclamation, Xuan Yue averted her gaze from the prostrate Bai Zhanfeng, mounted her horse, and rode away with purpose, Jin Mo closely following. She intended to make those responsible suffer as though they wished they were dead.
"Master, I've heard that Xuan Yuanhao is quite a formidable opponent. Even if we seal the city, Bai Chu may not be able to contain him forever."
The golden dragon was never meant to be confined in a mere pond.
"There is no need to hold him forever; it suffices to restrain him for a moment."
When that time comes, and he returns to Xuan Yuan, he will be nothing but a stray dog, and she was eager to see how such an arrogant man would bear the weight of that humiliation.
"Master!"
Xuan Yue tilted her head, the piercing sunlight striking her eyes with an unbearable brightness. In that moment, everything went dark; she staggered a few steps, utterly drained of strength, as if something deep within her chest had shattered open, an insatiable tide surging upward. She bit her lip, feeling a thick, viscous liquid at the corner of her mouth. How could this happen? It was as though she were teetering on the brink of death. Yet, she knew she wouldn't die, she couldn't die—having emerged from the abyss, how could she succumb now?
"Master!"
Jin Mo called out in alarm, leaping forward to catch Xuan Yue as she fell from her mount.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Jin Mo gently slapped her face, feeling the sticky liquid adhere to his hand. His right hand pressed against her pulse, brow furrowing as he lifted her into his arms.
"Jin Mo, I feel unwell."
Xuan Yue gazed at Jin Mo's anxious face, a blur of white figures overlapping in her vision. She murmured softly, her grip slackening as she closed her eyes and succumbed to unconsciousness.
It hurts so much, and I am so weary. Why does it hurt and exhaust me so?
In the Xin Yang Hall of the Phoenix Kingdom, the late spring season had arrived, the branches laden with pear blossoms, their fragrance blanketing the ground.
Clear springs gushed forth, the water dancing like a ribbon in the air, butterflies flitted about, and the birds in the branches chirped merrily, creating a lively atmosphere.
Yet, amidst the vibrant natural world was an eerie stillness; the vast palace stood silent, not a soul in the corridor.
After a long journey, unbroken by night or day, the distance that would have taken at least ten days was covered in eight. His ink-black eyes showed faint traces of bloodshot, feet moving like the wind, and the purple robes he wore bore the marks of haste, yet this did nothing to diminish his noble elegance.
Upon entering the Xin Yang Hall, he discovered eunuchs standing guard within. Upon seeing Lan Yi Xuan, he paused in astonishment. Could this be the Lan Wang the Prince had been waiting for? Indeed, his demeanor was like that of orchids, unparalleled in grace, no wonder the king had chosen to marry him; only such a refined gentleman could be worthy of their princess.
"Take me to see your Prince."
Wang Xi, momentarily stunned, returned to his senses and bowed deeply, leading the way ahead. "Our Prince has awaited the Prince Consort for quite some time."
Wang Xi spoke softly, his high-pitched voice tinged with a hint of sadness as he sighed. The two soon arrived at the main hall of Xin Yang. Wang Xi cautiously pushed the door open and turned to Lan Yi Xuan, saying, "The Prince is inside."
Lan Yi Xuan stepped through the doorway. The palace was spacious, simply decorated yet exquisitely so, with a table and chairs kept impeccably clean.
"Qinghen, has the Lan Wang arrived?"
The voice that echoed was frail, faint, and distant, like an echo in the mountains, seemingly real yet utterly devoid of life.
"Lan Gongzi."
Yun Qinghen, hearing footsteps, lifted the beaded curtain. Through it, Lan Yi Xuan finally discerned the figure on the bed, eyes heavy with exhaustion and laced with red veins, a flicker of fear and concern passing through his gaze.
Having received the envoy's letter, he had contemplated Feng Jiulan's condition, but now, witnessing it firsthand, he realized it was far worse than he had imagined. The thought of Xuan Yue filled him with an unsettling dread.
The person lying on the bed appeared so pale it was beyond description, yet his lips were unnaturally red, like those adorned with rouge. The hands resting atop the brocade blanket were as translucent as crystal, clearly revealing the blue veins beneath, emaciated and frail.
During their last meeting in Pan Cheng, he had been weak, but not to this extent. Lan Yi Xuan stared at Feng Jiulan, unable to blink, as if even a moment's distraction might cause the figure before him to vanish into the wind, forever lost. His current state seemed to hang by a thread, as though he were awaiting Lan Yi Xuan's arrival. If Xuan Yue saw him like this, Lan Yi Xuan's brow furrowed; he truly dared not imagine what Xuan Yue might do.
"Your Highness, the Lan Wang has arrived."
Yun Qinghen leaned closer to Feng Jiulan's ear and whispered softly. Feng Jiulan nodded, opening his eyes. Those eyes were gentle, pure, and clear as a mountain stream, gazing upon Lan Yi Xuan standing nearby, and a light smile graced his lips. "You have come."
It seemed that all his suffering, all his waiting, had been solely for the moment of reuniting with Lan Yi Xuan, and that relaxed smile suggested that, upon seeing Lan Yi Xuan, he felt no lingering concerns.
"How has it come to this?"
Lan Yi Xuan approached Feng Jiulan, turning to inquire of Yun Qinghen.
"Hasn't the period of illness already long passed? You used to—"
"Lan Wang, His Highness knows."
Yun Qinghen interrupted Lan Yixuan's words with a smile, leaving him momentarily taken aback. He was engulfed in fear and concern; if Feng Jiulan were to leave, could he truly fill the void in Xianyue's heart? He knew he could never rival Feng Jiulan. In Xianyue's eyes, no one could compare to her brother, whose grace resembled that of a pear blossom. Xianyue had once said that Feng Jiulan could not survive without her, and yet, she was no different. The seemingly carefree and extraordinary woman lived solely for Feng Jiulan.
"The princess has fallen victim to the poison of the love flower," Yun Qinghen said, gazing at the unconscious Feng Jiulan, unable to hold back her tears.
A man may weep, but seldom does he shed tears unless moved to sorrow.
"Who said that?" Lan Yixuan quickly recalled, "It was Jun Pinyu, wasn't it?"
Yun Qinghen remained silent, acknowledging the truth of his words. Recently, he had been staying in the Xinyang Palace, and his sudden departure had raised suspicions.
For these years, the prince had lived only for the princess. The fact that the princess chose him was already a great comfort, yet he understood the state of his own health all too well. Even without this love flower poison, he could not hold on much longer. But if the princess and Lan Wang were to part ways, it would surely create a rift in their relationship. How could the prince allow such a thing to happen?
"Lan Gongzi, please do not blame Yue'er."
"I respect all her choices."
Feng Jiulan did not specify which matter he was referring to, yet Lan Yixuan quickly understood. Given that he knew Xianyue was afflicted by the love flower poison, her recent dramatic actions were self-evident. Could he blame her for choosing Feng Jiulan? His heart could not bear it. From the beginning, he knew she was a woman devoted to her brother. He had never been selflessly generous; if he wanted something, he would pursue it relentlessly. Yet this time, he had no choice but to let go, for she had offered him no other option. Moreover, Feng Jiulan was worth it; he deserved the sacrifices that Xianyue was willing to make for him.
"This—" Feng Jiulan's voice was barely audible as he produced a wooden flute, roughly the length of a palm and the thickness of a thumb, from beneath his pillow, extending it toward Lan Yixuan. "This is a flute that can summon our Feng Kingdom's shadow guards."
Lan Yixuan turned away, not accepting it, his dark eyes clouded with emotion, betraying no hint of his true feelings.
"Jun Pinyu's medical skills are indeed unrivaled, but how can the prince trust his words? On that day, he forced Xianyue and me into the Valley of Death, inciting war between the Chu and Lan kingdoms. What scheme would he refrain from to achieve his ends? This matter is nothing more than his baseless assertion. If Yue'er were to see you like this, it would surely break her heart."
Feng Jiulan did not concern himself with whether Lan Yixuan accepted the flute, instead placing it firmly between his curled thumb and index finger.
He was well aware of his own condition. How could he be oblivious to whether Jun Pinyu was lying? The interactions of the past few days had made him acutely aware of the truth. Yet, he bore no resentment toward Lan Yixuan's words; this man truly loved Xianyue, perhaps to the depths of his being, which enabled him to let go.
In truth, Jun Pinyu was also a pitiful man. He loved Xianyue deeply but had committed countless acts that harmed her for the sake of Xuanyuan. His heart must have been aching beyond endurance, yearning to make amends.
"After I leave, please give this to Yue'er."
Feng Jiulan produced a letter from his sleeve, taking Lan Yixuan's right hand in his left, placing the letter in his palm and gripping it tightly. "Lan Gongzi, from now on, Yue'er will have only you left."
Lan Yixuan gazed down at the envelope in his hand, his left hand clenching tightly around the flute Feng Jiulan had given him. "Rest assured, brother-in-law."
This was the first time Lan Yixuan's voice wavered, filled with unshed tears. He did not know why his heart ached—was it for the man before him or for Xianyue? Yet, he could not restrain himself. When his parents had departed, he had shed no tears. But now, with Lan Yixuan's leaving, Xianyue would be left all alone. His wishes had come true, yet the outcome filled him with sorrow.
This title made Lan Yixuan's voice sound somewhat strained, yet a smile broke on Feng Jiulan's pale face.
He truly loved his Xianyue.
Lan Yixuan knelt on the ground, gazing at Feng Jiulan's weak, pallid smile. "In this life, Lan Yixuan will have only Feng Xianyue as his woman and will treat her with unparalleled devotion. Regardless of what happens, I will remain by her side, steadfast and true, caring for her and shielding her from any hardship."
This was the solemn vow Lan Yixuan made before Feng Jiulan, sincere and heartfelt.
Feng Jiulan nodded, a smile escaping his lips as he lay back, gazing towards the direction of the Xuesang Palace. "The pear blossoms that were transplanted to the Xuesang Palace must be blooming now. Qinghen, after I die, please remember to bury my ashes beneath the pear tree."
"Do you have any wishes, brother?"
"I wish to become a tree."
"A tree? Why?"
"To stand tall and proud, with lush and vibrant leaves, firmly rooted in Feng Kingdom, shielding my Yue'er from the wind and rain. Even a hundred years from now, I will still be here, silently watching over her, never leaving."
"Then I shall be the wind, carrying your leaves with me wherever I go."
"When I see those blooming pear blossoms on Pear Blossom Mountain, I always think of you, brother—pure and untainted, unmarred by dust. I hope you can remain like that your whole life, clean and warm as the sun, never stained by my bloodied hands. Let me handle those matters alone."
"My Yue'er loves the pear tree the most."
Feng Jiulan smiled softly, slowly closing his eyes.
"My Yue'er must live happily and joyfully."
"Your Highness."
Yun Qinghen gasped in surprise, as Lan Yixuan noticed the hand that held his right one slowly falling limp.
Had he endured such pain just to remind him of this? Feng Jiulan, you've gone, but what about Xianyue? What will happen if she no longer wants me?
Lan Yixuan's eyes fluttered shut, feeling as if his heart were being twisted.
The night was as cold as water.
The study in the Xuesang Palace was eerily silent, devoid of any sound.
"Come here."
Lan Yixuan called softly, and soon someone knelt before him, one knee on the ground: "What is your command, my lord?"
Lan Yixuan handed over the letter he had just penned: "Deliver this to the queen in Yecheng with utmost haste."
"Yes."
The man in black received the letter respectfully and quickly vanished into the night.
"You should see him off."
Lan Yixuan stood by the window, gazing at the cold moon in the night sky, letting out a soft sigh.
This was all he could do. Moon, if I were willing to rely on you for a lifetime, would you be able to endure?
The military camp in Liancheng was sparsely furnished, with just a bed, a table, and a chair, giving it an empty feel.
Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, and the quiet was punctuated only by the sound of wax dripping onto the table.
The girl in green stood by the bed, watching the still figure of Xianyue lying there.
For seven days and six nights, the princess had not awakened. Even in her slumber, her lips were tightly clenched, her brows knitted in anguish, her face pale and etched with pain. She must be having nightmares, having witnessed so many perish alongside her, even the adults who had sacrificed themselves. What immense responsibility had she shouldered, what pressure had she borne, to have escaped from the gates of hell?
Jin Mo stood behind the girl in green, his gaze fixed on Xianyue, silent.
That day, Xianyue had suddenly collapsed, and upon returning, she had suffered a high fever for two days and nights, her body marked with countless wounds—some were old scars, while others were fresh injuries. The most severe was a gaping wound on her left chest, which had not healed from before and now was torn open, incessantly bleeding and festering, exposing bone beneath. Even he, a man, could not help but gasp at the sight.
Surely, his master must be in great distress to utter such words. How could someone endure such exhaustion and pain?
Xianyue felt utterly weary, an unprecedented fatigue washing over her, as if every part of her body had been pierced by needles. It felt like being laid upon a bed of flames, not a single part free of discomfort; her chest felt crushed by some weight, making even breathing a painful task. She longed to fall into an eternal sleep, devoid of consciousness, never to awaken again. But she could not—despite the overwhelming pain, her mind remained painfully alert, able to hear the soft sobs of the girl in green.
In her mind, the youthful, vibrant faces that had once beamed with brilliant smiles were now stained with blood, blurring her vision, and her heart was heavy with guilt, sorrow, self-reproach, and fear.
No matter how unbearable, how painful, or how exhausting it felt, she could not allow herself to simply sleep away. This thought was deeply etched into her heart; she could not die like this. Those who had fallen had paved a path of escape with their bodies.
She had been striving, fighting to open her eyes, seeking the one who betrayed her, to avenge those who had died for her. She could not succumb, repeatedly reminding herself that the one who harmed her should suffer more than death.
"Princess."
The girl in green knelt on the ground beside the bed, weeping.
Jin Mo cast a worried glance at Xianyue, sighed deeply, and turned to leave.
The night grew deeper, silence enveloped the surroundings, and the girl in green gradually fell asleep at the bedside.
During this time, she had remained in Xuanyuan, working to undermine the relationship between the rightist faction led by Prime Minister Wang Hongming and Xuanyuanhao. Though aided by the Longtian Mountain Villa, progress was steady yet slow. Unexpectedly, a golden opportunity arose.
In order to strengthen his power to contend against Qu Zhao, Wang Hongming had intended to marry his daughter, Wang Yuyan, to Chen Shenjing's favored disciple, Sima Zhao. As the marriage seemed imminent, the Wang family's young lady encountered Xuanyuan Jiu, a notorious lecher, while going to Tianyi Workshop to measure for her wedding dress.
Men are notoriously fickle, particularly those like Xuanyuan Jiu, who had an insatiable appetite for beauty. Although Hua Chuxue was an exquisite beauty, it was not enough to quench his desires. In an audacious move, he abducted the Wang family's young lady. Despite the Wang family arriving swiftly, they were a moment too late. This incident stirred uproar in Xuanyuan, and Sima Zhao was unlikely to proceed with the marriage to Wang Yuyan. Wang Hongming and the centrists lost face, and on the court floor, cries rang out that princes should be punished just like commoners. The Concubine, full of maternal concern, sought to maintain harmony, resulting in a deadlock. With Xuanyuanhao absent, tensions were rising when news suddenly broke about the princess and her companions' mishap, prompting an urgent return.
A sliver of light peeked through Xianyue's eyelids, as the tent was dimly lit by a single candle. The brightness was not blinding, and she quickly adjusted, casting a sideways glance at the girl in green beside her. She tried to speak but found her lips dry and stuck together.
"Water."
She licked her parched lips, the sound emanating from her throat barely audible.
"Water."
Jin Mo lifted the tent flap, revealing Xuan Yue, who lay silently on the bed, struggling to move her lips. He stood frozen for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and rushed forward. Upon hearing the footsteps, Green Garb opened her eyes and, upon seeing Xuan Yue, her face instantly lit up with joy. "Princess, you're awake!" she exclaimed, enveloping Xuan Yue in an embrace.
Despite her usual calm demeanor, the overwhelming happiness caused her to lose her composure, repeatedly exclaiming how wonderful it was.
Xuan Yue nodded faintly, uttering a soft "yes," only to realize her throat was parched and painfully dry. Jin Mo knelt beside the bed and asked gently, "Master, would you like some water?"
Xuan Yue nodded again.
Only then did Green Garb comprehend the urgency, quickly releasing Xuan Yue and wiping her tears away with her hands, a smile breaking through her sobs—her emotions a blend of joy and sorrow.
The joy stemmed from the princess waking up, while the sorrow was for those sisters who had perished. After a decade of companionship, they were all gone in a single night. Yet, she believed that the princess would surely seek justice for them, ensuring that their sacrifices were not in vain. As long as the princess was safe, that was all that mattered. She trusted that those who had died felt the same, having willingly pledged their lives and souls to the princess in their years of servitude.
"I'll go," she said.
"Princess," Green Garb grasped Jin Mo's hand and moved to the table, one hand lifting the teapot while the other held a cup, pouring water as she walked and then handing the filled cup to Xuan Yue.
Xuan Yue drank eagerly, finishing the cup in one go and requesting more until she finally shook her head. Green Garb then returned the cup and teapot to the table and approached Xuan Yue once more.
The princess, being deeply loyal and sentimental, must be feeling immense sorrow right now. Even in her slumber, her brows remained tightly knitted. Green Garb wanted to say something to comfort her, but the words caught in her throat, unable to find release.
Jin Mo felt the same, harboring many things he wished to convey to Xuan Yue but unsure how to express them.
Her pale face and weakened breath evoked a profound concern within him; despite knowing of her unparalleled strength, he wished to shield her from any further heartache. Even the most steadfast of hearts could not remain unscathed, let alone hers, who was anything but cold-hearted—rather, she was a person of profound loyalty and compassion.
Having consumed several cups of water, Xuan Yue gradually emerged from her stupor.
In the confines of the tent, the three of them remained silent for a moment.
Leaning against the bed, Xuan Yue coughed lightly. Green Garb, anxious, rushed to support her, but Xuan Yue waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine," she assured.
Though her throat was excessively dry, even after drinking so much water, she still felt discomfort.
Green Garb gazed at Xuan Yue's pallid complexion, sniffed back her tears, and, unable to restrain herself, began to weep again.
"Green Garb, your crying face is truly unattractive," Xuan Yue said, reaching out to wipe the tears from her friend's face. Green Garb, startled, straightened up and quickly dried her tears, smiling nervously. "Princess."
Seeing the smile on Xuan Yue's face only deepened Green Garb's sorrow.
"I'm not crying; why are you?" she protested. She wouldn't allow herself to weep; her tears had long dried up, evaporating when she had chosen to tread the bloody path without hesitation.
Lowering her head, she fell silent. Deep down, she hoped the princess could shed tears; that would surely relieve some of her burden.
"Jin Mo, I have something to ask you."
Jin Mo's gaze fixed on Xuan Yue, his heart racing. "Master, you've just awakened; you should rest."
Xuan Yue shook her head with a smile, leaning back against the bed. "I've slept long enough."
With a sigh, she continued, "Green Garb, please stand guard at the entrance; I wish to speak privately with Jin Mo."
Green Garb looked between Xuan Yue and Jin Mo, then nodded and exited the tent.
Now, the tent contained only Xuan Yue and Jin Mo—one reclining, the other standing—facing each other. Compared to Xuan Yue's fragile composure, Jin Mo appeared hesitant and torn.
"Speak, what exactly has happened?"
Xuan Yue sat up, her tone calm yet resolute as she regarded Jin Mo.
Jin Mo met her gaze, gathering his thoughts but unsure how to conceal the events concerning Yi Lan.
Xuan Yue smiled self-deprecatingly. "There's no need to hide it; something has happened to Yi Lan, hasn't it?"
Her voice, though questioning, bore an air of certainty, tinged with heartache and loneliness.
"Yi Lan is quick-tempered, much like Green Pearl, both are impulsive. That day, she must have seen my signal for help. If she knew I was in danger, how could she possibly stay in Xi Luo Village, resting easy?"
Jin Mo bowed his head in silence, tacitly acknowledging her words.
"What else can I possibly endure? This place has become numb."
Xuan Yue pointed to her heart, a faint, powerless smile gracing her lips. It felt as if a gaping hole had formed there, bleeding profusely and distressingly.
Jin Mo gazed at Xuan Yue, sighing inwardly; this matter needed to be addressed sooner or later. The souls of over two hundred innocent lives lost demanded justice.
"On the day the princess departed at noon, Miss Yi Lan was already aware of your peril. She attempted to leave with her weapon in hand, but I stopped her. Together, we sought reinforcements in Bai Li Tun, only to find the entire barracks deserted. Miss Yi Lan inadvertently uncovered that everything was orchestrated by Chen Ruoxi, the matriarch of the Bai family, who conspired with Xuanyuan to invite disaster. Knowing that Yi Lan had uncovered her scheme, she dispatched assassins after her, and Yi Lan, in an effort to divert their attention..."
Jin Mo paused for a moment. "She said the princess would surely avenge them."
"Chen Ruoxi?"
Xuan Yue leaned back in her chair, suddenly bursting into laughter.
No wonder Xuanyuan's forces could enter Lian City so easily. They said that Chen Fu's granddaughter was exceptionally clever, and it proved true.
Xuan Yue considered herself quite unfortunate, having encountered woman after woman more treacherous than the last.
"What a cunning Chen Ruoxi."
Her voice emerged coldly, tinged with a bone-chilling bitterness.
Xuan Yue had never committed an offense against her, even going to great lengths to mend ties and urging Bai Zhanfeng to treat her kindly. Such was her reward for kindness; it epitomized Bai Ao's discernment.
How splendid it all was.
"Your Highness?"
Xuan Yue uttered a soft acknowledgment, throwing off the blanket that covered her, and sprang to her feet. In her haste, she inadvertently tugged at the wound on her left chest, letting out a muffled groan as fresh blood seeped through the white bandages. Her body lurched forward uncontrollably, startling Jin Mo, who rushed to steady her.
Green Garb, who had been waiting outside, rushed in at the sound of Jin Mo's voice. Upon seeing Xuan Yue supported by him, she realized with a shock just how much the princess had lost weight. The bloodstains on her chest continued to spread. This could not go on; the princess had already lost too much blood, and if she did not recuperate properly this time, she would suffer lasting consequences.
"Your Highness."
Green Garb hurried to her side, enveloping Xuan Yue in an embrace. "Do you have any instructions?"
Xuan Yue nodded, her breaths still rapid, as Green Garb and Jin Mo helped her to sit by the bedside.
"Green Garb, Ru Su, Shu Lan, they must be terribly upset."
Xuan Yue sat on the bed, gazing blankly at the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper.
Green Garb lowered her head, taking a deep breath. "They are all very worried about you."
How could they not be heartbroken? Though not biological sisters, their bond surpassed that of kin. For over a decade, they had shared every moment—practicing together, sweating together, dining together, conversing together, frolicking together, and sleeping side by side. The memories before they arrived at the women's army camp, whether beautiful or sorrowful, had long since faded.
They had vowed to be lifelong sisters, to repay the princess and her benefactors for their rebirth, agreeing that they would gallop alongside the princess in the future, shedding blood in her honor.
She loathed war, feared it, dreading the thought of losing her dear sisters to it.
Yet now, they had not fallen to the battlefield but had inexplicably departed from her life. These were the ones who had sacrificed themselves for the princess, and they had done so justly. Surely, they had no regrets; having been forsaken by the heavens, they found refuge with the princess. The cherished memories they had created together would linger in their hearts, even into their next lives.
"What of Madame Bai? Is she in the manor nurturing her child?"
Xuan Yue leaned back against the bed, chuckling softly.
"I saw her with Young Master Bai the day I arrived. I don't know where they are now. Does the princess wish to see her? Old Master Bai seems to be present as well."
Xuan Yue's smile grew brighter as she gazed at her transparent nails, lightly murmuring, "Is that so?"
"Gather all the Phoenix Army, and let Ru Su and the others head to Chasing Wind Valley first. Moon Shadow, Ya'er, and the others were always together in life; they must not want to be separated in death."
Xuan Yue smiled absently. "Invite the Bai family general from Lian City, and have Madame Bai and Young Master Bai come to see me immediately."
"Your Highness, your wound..."
Green Garb glanced at Xuan Yue, a faint smile gracing her lips, cold but tinged with delight. Yet the bloodstains on her chest were truly concerning.
Xuan Yue looked down at the blossoming bloodstains, smiling dismissively. "I won't die."
As long as she was alive, nothing else mattered.
"I shall bandage your wounds first."
Green Garb looked at Xuan Yue with genuine concern.
How could the princess treat her body with such disregard? No one could endure such suffering.
"Do as you wish."
Hearing this, Lvy thought that Xuan Yue was upset and hurriedly said, "I will go find Young Master Bai and Lady Bai right away."
As Xuan Yue watched her leave, she sighed inwardly, straightened her posture, and gestured for Lvy to observe her wound. "It's bleeding; let's bandage it first."
After Jin Mo departed, Lvy fetched the medicine box and carefully redressed Xuan Yue's injury.
The wound was still oozing pus, a large gash exposing the bone—an alarming sight.
Despite the days that had passed and the finest medicinal herbs used, the wound showed little improvement. When would it heal? If the princess did not take better care of herself now, she might be left with lasting repercussions in the future.
"Lvy," Xuan Yue said, her eyes wide as she gazed at Lvy, who was intently tending to her injury, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"It seems you despise war."
Lvy nodded, "My friends and I agreed long ago that we would fight alongside the princess on the battlefield, bravely confronting the enemy and restoring peace. I know they share my aversion to war; we all long for a world without conflict."
Lvy looked at Xuan Yue, reminiscing about their promise beneath the moonlight, and a smile graced her lips. "When war arises, the common folk suffer once more, uprooted from their homes. I can't help but wonder how many children, just like us back then, become separated from their parents. It must break their hearts. I often feel fortunate, yet I think, if there were no war, perhaps I could live happily with my father and mother. In this world, people as kind-hearted as the princess and the noble are so rare; what if we never encounter such goodness?"
Had it not been for the princess's brilliant strategy in the Battle of Bilo River, the losses would have been devastating.
"I feel so selfish," Xuan Yue confessed.
Lvy met Xuan Yue's hollow and remorseful gaze, biting her lip as she shook her head. "No one blames you, Princess."
They willingly embraced their fate, even in death, hoping only for the princess's well-being. Those who remained alive would continue to protect her in their stead; that was their solemn mission until death.
After a long silence, Xuan Yue looked at Lvy and finally nodded, turning her back. "I'm tired. Please arrange for Bai Zhanfeng and Chen Ruoxi to come see me tomorrow morning. You should rest as well."
Lvy nodded and, having tidied up, bowed as she took her leave.
As Lvy's footsteps gradually faded away, Xuan Yue suddenly turned onto her side, watching her lift the curtain as she departed. Pulling the blanket over herself, she began to cry.
Lvy's grip loosened, causing the blood in the basin to spill onto the ground. Jin Mo turned around, and Lvy leaned against the tent, covering her mouth with her right hand, weeping uncontrollably.
With the relentless stream of bad news, even a strong princess like Xuan Yue could not be expected to endure it all.
"Princess, let it out; you still have me, and Rusu, and the Lan Wang."
"Younger Master Bai, the princess has asked for you and Lady Bai to see her tomorrow morning."
Lvy's voice lacked its usual formality, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and her gaze rimmed in red. The sudden appearance of Xuanyuan's army within the city had placed the princess in peril; as head of the Bai family, he no longer deserved their respect.
"Has Xuan Yue finally awakened? Does she wish to see me?"
Sitting in the large chair, Bai Zhanfeng sighed in relief upon hearing that Xuan Yue was conscious. The news of her wanting to meet him filled him with joy.
Ever since returning from Xiluo Village, she had been in a coma. He had tried several times to see her but had been blocked by a man named Jin Mo. Though it annoyed him, he couldn't deny that Jin Mo was right; he was indeed implicated in Xuan Yue's current state.
In his territory, Bai Chu, Xuan Yue had been attacked by Xuanyuan's army. If anything happened to her, he would be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life.
Lost in his excitement and guilt, he failed to notice Chen Ruoxi's unease. Upon hearing that Xuan Yue suddenly wanted to see him, Chen Ruoxi was startled, her palms sweaty, her mind racing with thoughts.
"I still need to look after the princess; if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Bai Da Gongzi," Chen Ruoxi began, but Lvy interrupted, "Our princess has specifically requested to see both you and Lady Bai."
Though uncertain of the reason, since the princess wished to meet them, Chen Ruoxi could not refuse.
"You haven't mentioned that matter to Xuan Yue, have you?"
Bai Zhanfeng caught up with Lvy and quietly inquired, his previously stern expression now carrying an air of intimidation. Lvy glanced up at him, then quickly averted her gaze, saying nothing.
"Take it slow. If she finds out now, she won't be able to bear it."
Bai Zhanfeng sighed, his deep gaze laden with seriousness.
"I will handle it appropriately."
The indifference of Lu Yi made Chen Ruo Xi increasingly uncomfortable. As long as she was someone under her command, even a mere subordinate, she could display her disdain. Did she really believe she was so extraordinary? Even if she was the queen of Lan Kingdom, her position meant nothing to her. Chen Ruo Xi felt no remorse; rather, she harbored resentment, loathing Xuanyuan Hao for being so inept as to allow her to escape in such a manner.
As Lu Yi reached the doorway, she vaguely heard a commotion at the entrance of the military camp and nodded toward Bai Zhan Feng and Chen Ruo Xi. "Don't forget, Young Master Bai."
"I've already stated that I am the personal bodyguard of the Lan King. This is the king's token. Why don't you believe me? Let me in, or allow our queen to come out."
Dressed in gray, Lei An glared furiously at the Bai Chu soldiers blocking his way. His fists were clenched so tightly that they crackled; had it not been for the repeated warnings from his master to avoid trouble, he would have taken action already.
After having a nightmare, Lan Yi Xuan had been preoccupied with worries for Xuan Yue. Throughout the journey, Lei An felt as if his heart hung in limbo. Despite the exhausting travel, he could not sleep, no matter how much he tried to rest his eyes. They had taken a shortcut, but after ten days of travel, he finally arrived at Bai Chu, only to find the city sealed. He had loitered outside for days until he encountered General Lu of the Lan Kingdom, who finally let him in. Only then did he learn that Xuan Yue was not in Ye City, but in Lian City.
Now, he was disheveled, his clothes covered in dust, resembling a beggar on the street. It was no wonder the soldiers refused him entry.
"Go beg elsewhere; the queen has no time to meet you."
Beg? Just as Lei An was about to act, he caught sight of Lu Yi approaching, and his heart soared. He waved his arms excitedly. "Miss Lu Yi!"
"Miss Lu Yi!"
Upon hearing her name called, Lu Yi quickened her pace, recognizing the voice, and approached Lei An. She scrutinized him for a moment, feeling he looked familiar but unable to place him.
"Let go."
With a cold snort, Lei An shoved away those blocking him and stepped closer to Lu Yi, wiping his face. "Miss Lu Yi, it's me, Lei An."
Lu Yi took a closer look before finally recognizing him. "What are you doing here? Where is the Lan King?"
She stood on tiptoe to glance behind him, her anticipation evident, but when she saw that Lan Yi Xuan was not with him, disappointment washed over her.
"The master didn't come. Where is the queen? Is she well? Nothing has happened to her, has it?"
Lei An, initially intending to hold the Chu soldiers accountable, completely forgot his anger upon remembering Xuan Yue.
Is she truly fine? How could she be? Yet at least she was physically unharmed. As for the wounds in their hearts, who knew if they would heal? For a moment, Lu Yi was at a loss for words.
"Take me to see Miss Xuan Yue."
Seeing Lu Yi's demeanor, Lei An grew increasingly anxious, disregarding any gender distinctions as he grabbed her hand, eager to find Xuan Yue, and revealed to her his purpose for coming to Bai Chu.
"The princess is fine; she just fell asleep. You can see her tomorrow."
Lu Yi sighed, feeling reassured that Xuan Yue and Lan Yi Xuan shared an unspoken bond. Though they had said nothing, the thought comforted her. With the prince by her side, surely she would be alright.
As the golden hook turned, the heavy white curtain hung suspended, sunlight pouring into the room and illuminating it brilliantly.
Xuan Yue closed her eyes, her head resting against the back of her chair. Upon hearing footsteps, her eyes snapped open, landing icy and cold upon Chen Ruo Xi. The air around them seemed to freeze.
Chen Ruo Xi felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively took two steps back, battling an urge to flee. She glanced at Bai Zhan Feng, who stood nearby, a smile on his lips as he watched Xuan Yue. His deep, bright gaze was filled with the innocent anxiety of a child, utterly at a loss.
"Madam Bai."
For a brief moment, she regretted it. It was only natural for men to be drawn to such a radiant woman. She shouldn't have considered taking her life, nor harming the innocent. Yet, in that moment, she couldn't help but feel the sting of resentment—why was she so fortunate? So many had perished, yet she alone remained alive.
Leaning against her chair, Xuan Yue absentmindedly tapped her fingers on the table, a smirk playing at her lips as she fixated on Chen Ruo Xi, her frosty gaze revealing undeniable pain and hatred. Suddenly, she laughed, rising from her chair. "Jin Mo, go pursue Feng Ya."
Chen Ruo Xi's heart jolted violently, and she could scarcely bear to meet Xuan Yue's eyes. Gripping her handkerchief tightly, her mind blanked for an instant, as if struck by lightning.
Xuan Yue glided past her like the wind, her smile both enigmatic and mocking.
To Chen Ruo Xi, this was the wolf in sheep's clothing, ever ready to shed her guise and unleash her claws to tear her apart, devouring her with hatred, leaving not a trace.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Bai, I am feeling a bit unwell and would like to return home to rest."
Chen Ruo Xi placed a hand on her abdomen, retreating several steps, her usually gentle voice trembling slightly.
Seeing her pale complexion, Bai Zhan Feng recalled that she was pregnant, and it dawned on him that he had been neglectful of her during this tumultuous time. When he had visited the Chen residence, the Chen family patriarch had urged him repeatedly to take good care of her and ensure she was not saddened or disappointed.
"If you're feeling unwell, then…"
Bai Zhan Feng intended to suggest she rest in the military camp until he returned, but at that moment, Xuan Yue suddenly laughed—a sound he had never heard before, icy and sardonic, void of warmth. Although Chen Ruo Xi had approached her multiple times regarding his affairs, Xuan Yue had never truly cared, even advising him to treat Chen Ruo Xi kindly.
"Anyone can leave, but Madam Bai cannot."
She chuckled, waving her finger in a dismissive manner, her tone firm and devoid of negotiation.
"Why not?"
Chen Ruoxi's heart raced, and without a moment's hesitation, she asked aloud, "Why?"
Xuan Yue smiled as she circled around Chen Ruoxi, suddenly leaning close to her ear. Chen Ruoxi's complexion grew even paler as she instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, while Xuan Yue's laughter grew ever more joyful. "Isn't the Lady White fully aware?"
"Rest assured, Young Master Bai, I will take excellent care of the Lady White and her unborn child," she continued, her cold gaze fixated on Chen Ruoxi's abdomen. Panic coursed through Chen Ruoxi, and she quickly covered herself, prompting Xuan Yue's laughter to swell with delight.
"Are you disappointed to see me alive?"
Chen Ruoxi's pupils dilated in shock. That face was still as it had always been—pure and unadorned—but it no longer brought her any comfort. On the contrary, the mere gaze from those eyes made her feel as though she were being flayed alive. Did she know something? How could that be? It must merely be speculation; all of this was just conjecture on her part.
"The Phoenix King is a natural-born Phoenix Maiden, blessed by the heavens," she retorted, feigning calmness despite her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Is that so?" The chilling tone cut like a knife. Xuan Yue's hands clenched into fists, barely suppressing the urge to eliminate her on the spot.
"Are you concealing something from me?"
As Xuan Yue stepped out of the military tent, Bai Zhufeng suddenly seized Chen Ruoxi's hand, his voice harsh as he inquired. Xuan Yue's demeanor had seemed distinctly off; she had been relentlessly targeting Chen Ruoxi. Why would she harbor such intense resentment toward her?
A bitter sensation twisted within Chen Ruoxi. "What could I possibly be hiding from you, Bai Zhufeng? I am your wife. Why do you doubt me just because she uttered a few words?"
This direct address, using his full name, was unprecedented. Yet no matter how she called him, it would not change the fact that she held no place in his heart.
Looking up at Bai Zhufeng, tears welled in Chen Ruoxi's eyes. He scrutinized her for several moments before slowly releasing her hand. "You better not."
Watching Bai Zhufeng's stern and straightened back as he walked away, Chen Ruoxi sighed with relief, yet her heart felt like ice. If he were to discover that she was the mastermind behind it all, would he strike her down with a single blow? If so, perhaps she would be freed. But she truly hoped that before her demise, he would hold her in his arms just once with sincerity.
As Xuan Yue exited the military tent, she spotted Lei An approaching her. She blinked in disbelief, thinking she must be mistaken.
"Lady Xuan Yue."
The moment she heard his voice, she confirmed it was indeed Lei An. She hurried towards him, peering over his shoulder, only to see her excited smile fade.
"I came alone."
Xuan Yue replied, "Oh? How did you manage to come?"
"Is it not because of you?"
Seeing Xuan Yue safe and sound, Lei An let out a sigh of relief. After weeks of grueling travel from Lan City to Lian City, he hadn't had a proper rest—let alone a good night's sleep. He was utterly exhausted. Hearing from Lu Yi that Xuan Yue was unharmed was a weight lifted off his shoulders. After bathing and changing into fresh clothes, he finally collapsed onto his pillow and fell asleep, just awakening moments ago.
"Recently, Young Master had a troubling dream, fearing something had happened to you. He insisted I come and check on you. I told him that Lady Xuan Yue is favored by the heavens; how could anything happen to her?"
Xuan Yue smiled warmly. It was comforting to know someone still cared for her. She had lost so much, but at least now, she wasn't entirely alone.
"Where are you headed?"
Noticing Xuan Yue's hurried pace and the presence of Bai Zhufeng standing guard behind her, Lei An remained cautious.
"To Chasing Wind Cliff. I'm letting Young Master Lan know I'm safe and then joining Lu Yi."
As dusk fell, the evening glow painted Chasing Wind Cliff with a delicate blush. The green grass on either side was stained with blood, still not having returned to its former hue. The vibrant red was both striking and heart-wrenching.
Corpses lay piled high, some gazing skyward with wide, unseeing eyes, unable to find peace in death. Severed limbs and dismembered bodies made it impossible to identify who was who. Dried blood flowed like a river, a cascade that seemed unending. The night breeze carried the rancid stench of decay mingled with the metallic scent of blood, inducing nausea.
"Ah!"
Chen Ruoxi gazed upon the mountain of corpses, arrows protruding grotesquely from their lifeless bodies, dismembered limbs scattered about, casting a more horrifying visage under the flickering torches. A scream escaped her lips as she crouched down, overwhelmed by nausea.
"What's wrong with you?"
Bai Zhanfeng took a few steps back, approaching Chen Ruoxi with a gentle pat on her back, feeling a pang of guilt within. She was the granddaughter of the Prime Minister, someone who rarely stepped beyond her home, and now, pregnant, this was indeed no place for her. Yet, Xuan Yue had insisted, and such a modest request was hard for him to refuse.
This time, he had wronged her; had he been more vigilant, how could the Xuanyuan army have infiltrated Baichu? For her, these were not mere soldiers; they were lives extinguished for her sake. She was a person of deep affection, and these individuals had perished in such a tragic manner. If honoring her wishes could bring her solace, then so be it.
Chen Ruoxi waved her hand, rising to her feet and patting her chest, still struggling to catch her breath when the stench of death assaulted her senses once more, instilling fear and disgust, compelling her to crouch down and retch violently.
"Young Master, I..."
Bai Zhanfeng glanced at Xuan Yue, who walked ahead, the night wind brushing against her, causing her garments to flutter. She appeared solitary and desolate, exuding an indescribable sadness and melancholy, tilting her head slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
"Xuan Yue, I shall have someone escort Ruoxi back."
Xuan Yue turned, her lips pressed tightly together, her bright eyes dimmed. Though summer had arrived, the wind was chilling, much like her gaze—cold, devoid of warmth.
"Oh."
Xuan Yue replied coolly, and Chen Ruoxi was taken aback by her uncharacteristic acquiescence. As she looked up, Xuan Yue suddenly dashed toward her, pushing Bai Zhanfeng aside and grasping her chin. "Is Lady Bai feeling unwell?"
The dark gleam in her eyes, overshadowed by sorrow, left no room for anything else. With a smile, she released Chen Ruoxi's chin in response to her panicked and fearful gaze. "Lu Yi, see to her; she must not have any issues now."
Xuan Yue then turned to Bai Zhanfeng, her cold gaze betraying no emotion. Even after marrying Lan Yixuan and becoming queen of the Lan kingdom, she had never distanced herself from him. Yet now, her eyes reflected not the warmth of friendship but the ire of a sworn enemy.
Bai Zhanfeng felt an inexplicable dread swell within him. The chilling demeanor of Xuan Yue, coupled with her attitude towards Chen Ruoxi, instilled a profound sense of unease, mirrored by Bai Ao.
He wished to speak words of responsibility to Xuan Yue, yet found himself at a loss. She was not one to cause trouble without cause, and therein lay the root of their anxiety.
"Princess, a pregnant woman must not be exposed to such a scent; it poses no danger."
With such a heavy stench of blood and slaughter, it was a wonder she could endure it.
"That's good to hear."
Xuan Yue smiled, taking hold of Chen Ruoxi's hand. Chen Ruoxi glared fiercely at her, but Xuan Yue's grip tightened, her smile growing ever brighter.
"What's wrong with the queen? Something seems off."
Lei An approached Lu Yi, speaking in hushed tones. Although Xuan Yue could be capricious at times, she had never shown such harshness towards Bai Zhanfeng. Despite his bluntness, he could sense the tension; surely, something must have transpired between Chen Ruoxi and Xuan Yue that warranted this severity. Looking down at the field of corpses, he remained puzzled; though a twin to Lei Yun, he lacked his meticulousness.
Lu Yi met Lei An's gaze without responding, though she felt an answer stirring within her.
Xuan Yue held Chen Ruoxi's hand and moved toward the narrow passage known as the "Skyline." "Such a narrow path seems short, doesn't it? Look how swiftly we traverse it. Yet for me on that day, it felt insurmountable. Do you know how many perished beneath a storm of arrows to ensure my safe passage?"
Xuan Yue turned, gesturing back toward the path. "Do you recall the girl who called you 'Sister Ruoxi'? As I emerged from here, I heard the sound of hooves and thought others had survived. Turning, I saw her atop a horse, her body riddled with arrows, every inch marred. She was so young, should have been terrified of pain, yet as she fell into my arms, she told me she was happy. How could she feel happiness, riddled with pain? Do you know how heart-wrenching it was for me? I was devastated—so desperate to weep—she said she had always wanted to call me 'Sister Princess,' but had never dared. A foolish child, wasn't she? If she had longed to say it, why not do so?"
At the memory of Ya'er, Xuan Yue's voice trembled.
"What does any of this have to do with me?"
Chen Ruoxi forcefully wrenched her hand away from Xuan Yue's grasp. She fought to contain herself, yet the guilt and terror coiled around her neck like a constricting vine, tightening and suffocating.
"Young Master Bai, I am indeed feeling unwell; I must take my leave."
She offered a slight bow to Bai Zhanfeng and turned to depart, but Xuan Yue's grip tightened on her wrist. "Debts must be repaid, and blood must be avenged. I promised to seek retribution for them, and I will not let you leave. You cannot exit this place; you may enter horizontally, but you will leave vertically, and I have no qualms about a double demise."
"Xuan Yue!" His heart leaned toward Xuan Yue, which is why he had permitted Chen Ruoxi to venture to this grim scene, yet she remained his wife. Whether he chose to acknowledge it or not, the child she bore belonged to the Bai family. That was his obligation; his only remaining sentiment was one of duty.
"Young Master Bai, we share a connection; if you still hold any regard for our past ties, and do not wish to sever them, do not interfere with today's matters. Otherwise, do not blame me for becoming unyielding. But it is true, I am gravely injured; how could I possibly be your match?"
Bai Zhanfeng froze in his tracks, stunned. She had previously referred to him as Young Master Bai, but never with such icy detachment, stripped of all warmth or sentiment. He had to accept that should he show any sign of defiance now, she would sever their bond completely.
She was not his opponent? Bai Zhanfeng could never prevail against Xuan Yue; if she sought his life now, he would not resist. He could feel her anguish, yet this cynical Xuan Yue only served to deepen his heartache.
"Leave!"
Xuan Yue tugged Chen Ruoxi towards the valley of no return, prompting Bai Zhanfeng to call after them, pursuing closely behind.
"What is happening?"
The truth began to surface, and Lu Yi stood frozen in place, unable to suppress a shiver, still reeling from the revelation. "It was Lady Bai who caused their deaths; she is responsible for their demise."
With that, her expression hardened as she frantically chased after them.
"Who intended to harm whom?"
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