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I tilted my head and was surprised to see him there. What was he doing here, stirring up trouble?
Just as I was caught off guard, a cold sword was pressed against my neck, sending a chill down my spine. Well, this was it; everything was over now. The poison in me had already been gradually neutralized thanks to Feng Fei. I had planned to gather my strength and turn the tables on him. But who would have thought that this sudden appearance would startle me so much that I let that shameless Jimo take advantage of the situation?
Sima Rui stood there, looking somewhat panicked at the person being threatened by the sword. If he hadn’t lost track of her while wandering around this mountain, this wouldn’t have happened. Since leaving the palace, he had followed her every day as she constantly ran outside. He watched her care for the sick without regard for social status, admired her kindness, and saw how she tirelessly searched for medicine, even coming alone to this remote mountain. However, he never expected that another person was also following her—someone who wanted to see her dead.
Sima Rui swept his gaze lightly across Jimo, and Jimo felt that this young man was anything but ordinary. The aura around him seemed to weigh heavily on the air, making it hard for Jimo to breathe.
Sima Rui stared intently at the pale-faced person under his sword and coldly asked, “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything,” Jimo replied, glancing at the person in his arms before looking back at the anxious expression on Sima Rui’s face. He smirked and said, “You must be the current Emperor Sima Rui.”
Sima Rui didn’t respond but merely said indifferently, “You’ve kidnapped my Consort Lian. What do you want? What is it you desire?”
“Quite straightforward,” Jimo said with a grin. “I want nothing but for you to promise that Suaru City belongs to me. How about it?”
A flash of recognition struck Sima Rui; Suaru City seemed familiar to him. He looked toward the now pale and trembling figure in Jimo's arms.
Seeing Sima Rui’s puzzled expression, Jimo suddenly said, “Don’t you want to know what kind of person your beloved consort really is?”
My face turned pale as blood drained from me bit by bit. Suddenly, I screamed, “No!” In a swift motion, I kicked him hard in the abdomen while he was caught off guard by my outburst. Taking advantage of his pain, I hurriedly ran forward. I couldn’t let him find out; I absolutely couldn’t! That thought consumed my mind.
I couldn’t bear to imagine his expression if he found out. I didn’t even dare think about it; every time I did, it felt like a needle piercing through my heart—bit by bit, inch by inch—causing me unbearable pain.
However, the next moment, I saw Sima Rui across from me panic and shout, "Be careful!"
I turned around and only saw Jimo, with a fierce expression, thrusting a sword toward me. I had no time to dodge, and as I resigned myself to my fate and closed my eyes, a pair of arms tightly embraced me. Then, with a twist, the anticipated pain never came. I opened my eyes to see Sima Rui's face pale, his lips purple, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still managed to smile at me and said, "That sword finally settled the score." Before he could finish, he coughed up another mouthful of blood and then fainted. I was momentarily stunned. Why did he have to do this? I didn't blame him at all!
His body gradually leaned back, and behind him was an abyss. I bent down in an attempt to grab him, but unexpectedly, that little man Jimo took advantage of my distraction and struck me hard on the back. Blood surged from my mouth as I helplessly watched our two bodies drift into the chasm.
So be it. If we were to die together like this, it would still be a great romance in this world. I should be satisfied. With that thought, I calmly closed my eyes and let my body continue to fall.
If there is a next life, I would not be the person I am now; I only wish to become an ordinary couple in this world, a pair of lovers who envy only each other and not immortals. No need to pretend in front of you, no fear of my own insignificance, no more silently watching you from the sidelines.
In the chaos, drifting in and out of consciousness, it felt as if something was entangling me, making it hard for me to breathe. I sensed water flowing around me; it was as if I were trapped in a closed space, sinking deeper step by step like someone drowning, powerless to call for help or even open my mouth to scream.
A strange voice flowed through my ears; I felt as if I could not find the bottom while floating in midair without any support or driftwood. It was so uncomfortable... But then suddenly, I felt a hand grasping me. That hand kept pulling me upward until I was drawn from the endless darkness into a place where light could be seen. I smiled unconsciously; even with my eyes closed, I could still feel the brightness. Was this perhaps my destination?
A loud "smack" echoed—who was hitting someone? No, who was being hit?
Why did I feel pain? No way! Was it me who was hit?
A hoarse and unpleasant voice emerged in my ear: "Dead Girl, wake up!" And then came another "smack."
I could no longer endure it; I shot up and cursed loudly, "Damn it! Can't anyone enjoy themselves here?" Turning away, I continued to shout, "Who hit me?!"
When I turned around and saw the scene before me, I was instantly dumbfounded and had to gasp for air. What kind of person is this? So ugly that I could barely look at her! She seemed accustomed to my reaction.
A face covered in scars, uneven and rough, looked as if it had been burned or disfigured by something like sulfuric acid. Now, it was a mass of red scars that appeared extremely horrifying. There was a large black spot at the corner of her right eye, with a black hair growing on it, which was somewhat disgusting. Looking at her lips, they were barely recognizable as lips anymore; half of the skin had disappeared, exposing her teeth. Her hair was gray and messy, resembling a clump of weeds, suggesting that it hadn't been cared for in many years. Her body was deformed; her lower limbs resembled those affected by polio, limping awkwardly, and she also had a hunchback. I suppressed my feelings of disgust and nausea and raised my head again, now calm and composed.
I glanced at my own damp condition and then at the place where I was; it seemed to be next to a Cold Pool. Suddenly, I recalled a vague memory of a hand pulling me up. I stared at her blankly and instinctively said, "I'm not dead? You saved me?" I thought I was doomed, but it turned out there was a lake below. I wasn't dead? I quickly checked myself from head to toe to confirm that everything was fine.
Her eyes were murky, unable to see anything clearly. She chuckled a few times in an extremely unpleasant and jarring manner before coldly saying, "I didn't save you. This pool is mine; how could I let you dirty it? You're still alive, but your companion may not be. Now that you're awake, you should leave!" Her voice reminded me of the sharp sound produced by a stuck record player.
Companion. At this thought, I remembered that Sima Rui had fallen with me!
Seeing her gloating expression made me wonder what had happened to Sima Rui.
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