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In all the landscapes where everything has changed, my favorite still remains you...
"Mother... Mother, wake up..." A soft child's voice echoed in her ears. She felt her arm being gently pushed, her consciousness gradually awakening, yet her body seemed to linger in a haze, unwilling to fully awaken.
The persistent cries, tinged with tears, made her heart ache, but she felt powerless to respond. It seemed that something far more important was continuously tempting her from a distance, and gradually her awareness began to blur.
In a flickering world of deep blue, she was alone, wandering aimlessly, swaying as she walked forward without purpose. Suddenly, in the distance, a sea of fiery red flowers began to appear. She stepped forward. These flowers were unlike any she had ever seen before; their delicate petals clustered together, forming one bloom after another, stretching into a vast sea of flowers that seemed to burn away the chaos of this world.
"Do you still want to escape from me?"
The voice was hoarse and filled with despair, accompanied by the creeping presence of black mandalas. She looked around in confusion but saw no one else besides herself. Yet this voice was so familiar, as if it came from deep within her soul.
"...Are you still thinking about hiding from me?"
"You can't escape... you can't escape..."
The whispers came one after another, accompanied by the overwhelming sea of flowers rushing toward her with great momentum, terrifying her. She fell to the ground, covering her head as her body trembled uncontrollably.
Who is it? Who is speaking? Who refuses to let her go?!
Who are they...
"Who—!" The person on the bed suddenly opened her Water Eyes wide and jumped up, sweat covering her pale face. "Who is it..."
"Finally awake." A handkerchief was offered to her. Su Peijiu raised her gaze and saw her master sitting at the foot of her bed with a gentle smile, beside him was a basin of warm water.
"I..." She spoke hoarsely but was interrupted by Mu Chu: "It's good that you're awake. Sheng'er was just taken away by the Nursemaid to sleep; do you know he has been up all night?"
"…Master." Taking the handkerchief, she wiped her face and exhaled a breath of stale air. Then those memories filled with despair instantly occupied her mind... The grassy field, the madman screaming for mercy, blood everywhere...
She tightly closed her eyes and habitually bit her lip, "How did I come back?"
"Ji Yu carried you back," Mu Chu said, a flicker of compassion unconsciously flashing in his eyes as he observed the world's harsh realities.
Ji Yu liked Ge'er; how could he, as a master, not know? That day, when she was in tatters and in a pitiful state, he wrapped her in a red garment and carried her back. Her heart must have felt extremely heavy.
Su Peijiu furrowed her brows, "What about my senior brother?"
Mu Chu changed the subject, "He has already slept through the night. You must be hungry; Yan Bai has prepared food for you. I will go call him..."
"Master!" Su Peijiu called out to Mu Chu, who was turning to leave. "Are you hiding something from me?"
"Why would you think that?" Mu Chu did not turn around.
"Every time you hide something from me, you can't bear to look me in the eye... So what are you hiding? How did I come back? Where is my senior brother now? And... that person, he—" Her words suddenly stopped.
Mu Chu looked out at the flower tree in the courtyard, petals falling and drifting away with the wind. He slowly spoke, "You should rest well." He then stepped out and closed the door behind him, leaving the woman inside clutching the bedding, her lips bitten white.
...
Inside the carriage, a man in a white robe leaned against the side, his features like a painting with a slightly sickly beauty that was still pleasing to the eye. He squinted his eyes as if dozing off but suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently, nearly choking. His pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes dimmed for a moment. He wearily moved his hand away but noticed a spot of red in his palm...
"Qi Mo—!" A wave of killing intent surged toward him. The White-Clad Youth silently wiped away the bloodstain on his palm and then lifted the curtain of the carriage. Indeed, he saw a figure in red standing right in front of the carriage, their face filled with anger and their coldly gleaming sword seemingly ready to pierce through the air.
Leyang saw Qi Mo lean out and quickly shouted, "Master!"
Qi Mo waved his hand to indicate that he was fine and then wore a faintly indifferent smile. "What business does the Demon Cult Leader have? Blocking a carriage in the middle of the road seems inappropriate for your status."
"Identity? Hmph! You're talking to me about identity." Sword Tip pointed straight at Qi Mo, Ji Yu laughed sarcastically with anger: "I'm just a Rogue of the Jianghu, coming and going without any ties, naturally I can't compare to the Rebel Leader or the Former Desert King."
Qi Mo squinted, remaining silent. Leyang noticed Ji Yu's hostility and knew that his master had been seriously injured and couldn't use internal energy, otherwise it would be life-threatening. So he stepped aside, letting the sword sheath slip from his hand to block in front of Qi Mo.
"Please enlighten me, Master!" Leyang said coldly.
Ji Yu sneered: "What kind of identity do you have? You aren't even worthy to fight me!" His phoenix eyes swept over Qi Mo's face: "Junior brother... What? Aren't you going to let your senior brother try your martial arts?"
Qi Mo was actually also a disciple of Mu Chu! Leyang suppressed his surprise. After the Fall of the Great Yan, their lord had mysteriously disappeared for a year, during which no one knew what he had been doing or where he had gone.
Qi Mo pushed Leyang aside, and Leyang frowned: "Master!"
"Step back, you're not his opponent." He gracefully dismounted from the carriage. Aside from his pale complexion, it was hard to tell he was injured internally; he looked like a refined young nobleman.
"After all these years, you finally called me junior brother." Qi Mo said with a self-deprecating smile, but his dark eyes showed no emotion.
Ji Yu snorted coldly and flipped out a sword flower to stab forward. After a few exchanges, seeing that Qi Mo only defended and did not attack, he became furious: "Where's your Yishuihan?! Are you reluctant to bring it out?"
Qi Mo dodged the sharp sword strike but still only defended without attacking. Ji Yu's assault was fierce; after just a few moves, the hem of Qi Mo's clothes was torn by the sword energy.
"Why don't you fight back!" Ji Yu shouted with red eyes and launched another vicious stab. Thinking of that person lying weakly in his arms, pain suddenly surged in his chest: "You deserve to die! Qi Mo, you deserve to die—!"
The person he held dear, why did they have to suffer humiliation and harm at the hands of this bastard before him? Why?!
"What qualifications do you have to treat her like this—! You coward! You coward!" The sword edge became increasingly fierce as the White-Clad Youth continued to evade. Before long, marks began to appear on his body. If he hadn't been injured internally, facing Ji Yu with full strength would likely have resulted in a narrow victory; now that he was injured and not taking the initiative to attack while facing an enraged Ji Yu, he was basically in a position of being beaten.
Leyang stood aside, gripping his sword tightly. Without Qi Mo's command, he could not intervene.
"Clang!" The Cold Sword was embedded in the tree stump just an inch away from Qi Mo's neck, and the sharp sword energy still grazed his skin, leaving a trail of blood.
Ji Yu grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, a dangerous glint flashing in her beautiful eyes: "You don't deserve her at all!"
"No." The man, who had been silent, calmly yet firmly uttered this word.
No...
"Bang!" A punch landed on his face. Ji Yu let out a low growl as she slammed Qi Mo against the tree, her eyes blazing with fury: "What are you?"
"I don't." Qi Mo looked at her with indifferent eyes, devoid of any emotion regarding life or death.
Another punch followed, causing blood to spill from the corner of his lips.
"Do it again!"
"No..." As the fist came down again, this time Qi Mo raised his hand to block it. Though somewhat disheveled, he still maintained his elegance. He moved his thin lips slightly: "In this life or the next, she is destined to belong to me alone... And you, Ji Yu, what right do you have to teach me a coward? Even now, you dare not express your feelings..." He smiled recklessly despite the pain at the corner of his mouth: "You're just a pitiful person."
With forceful hands, he slowly twisted Ji Yu's grip away and then tossed aside the expressionless man in red before climbing onto the carriage. Leyang quickly mounted his horse, cracked the whip, and they galloped away.
Ji Yu stood there, the wind blowing past her, lifting her dark red robe and gently brushing her hair against her eyes, lost in the swirling chaos of the world.
It turned out... he was just a coward too.
He never dared to express his feelings, afraid to tell that person for fear of rejection, worried that breaking through this barrier would erase their closeness, terrified that person would distance themselves from him.
Ji Yu, you are also a coward, yet you arrogantly come to teach others on her behalf.
A long, long time ago, he had never seen her, yet he always heard about her, little by little, almost accompanying him as he grew up. Later, when he grew up and wanted to find her, news of her sacrificing herself for the country reached him, leaving a deep sorrow in his heart.
Later, someone came through the wind and snow to knock on the door of Changbai, and that was when he saw her for the first time. But at that moment, she was just a soul, unable to speak or communicate. After two years of glory, the instant she opened her eyes, he vaguely heard the sound of blooming prosperity.
When they met again in the mortal world, who could know how delighted his heart truly was?
No one knew, nor would anyone know... because sometimes he even deceived his own heart.
…………
The carriage jolted. Three hundred meters after leaving the forest, the person inside could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of hot blood. His eyes were entirely Azure, gripping tightly onto the carriage railing.
The blood slowly dripped from his thin lips, thick and crimson, falling onto the wooden floor of the carriage like a drop of enchanting flower.
"Cough cough..." He extended his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, smiling coldly.
Now, he would surely seize it; he would personally deliver the picturesque territory to her. This was what he owed her, what he owed Great Yan.
Qin Ge... just hate me for this, hate me forever.
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