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Luo Han lay weakly in the carriage, the wound on his chest continuously oozing fresh blood, which flowed like a winding stream, slowly trickling down.
Sharo looked anxious, her hands trembling slightly as she hurriedly tried to bandage his wound.
Sharo quickly took a clean cloth from beside her and carefully pressed it against Luo Han's injury. However, the blood seemed impossible to stop. Although she knew deep down that it was futile, she still refused to give up, continuously trying various methods.
Luo Han had lost; he had been defeated in the thrilling duel against Gongsun Huima.
Gongsun Huima's fierce sword had pierced his lung directly.
As a cost of this battle, Luo Han had also left a two-inch-long wound on Huima's handsome face.
But no matter what, he had lost, which meant that Wen Qing'er could only remain in Green Willow Kingdom, and the hundred thousand troops he had brought must retreat entirely.
"Qing'er," Luo Han, in a faint state, suddenly struggled to open his eyes. His gaze revealed a strong desire.
He suddenly grabbed Sharo's hand tightly, his voice weak yet urgent as he said, "Qing'er, I have thought of the ending to ‘Weeping Dragon's Grievance.’"
Tears filled Sharo's eyes as she gently shook her head and said softly, "I am not Wen Qing'er, I am Sharo."
Yet Luo Han seemed not to hear her words and continued to hold her hand tightly: "No, you are Qing'er. Let me tell you the hidden ending of the story."
With a helpless sigh, Sharo slowly leaned her ear closer to Luo Han's mouth, quietly waiting for him to reveal that ending. She heard him whisper weakly, "The ending is…"
After a long time, Luo Han did not continue speaking.
A strong sense of unease surged within Sharo as she trembled and gently checked Luo Han's breath; he had permanently left this world.
The "Weeping Dragon's Grievance" that he had once tightly grasped finally fell helplessly to the ground, slowly being buried under the swirling snow, as if to entomb him and the blade together in this endless cold.
A year later, Wen Qing'er endured great hardships and gave birth to a son, whom she named Gongsun Yuanque.
That night, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, resembling a massive black curtain that shrouded the entire world in darkness, with no stars or moon visible.
Huima held the Tusu Wine offered by the subjects, the wine jug swaying slightly in his hand.
He took heavy steps and slowly pushed open the doors of Tenshukaku.
There sat Xiao Zhu all alone on the ground, quietly crying.
Her shoulders shook with sorrow. Huima softly asked, "Xiao Zhu, what happened?"
Xiao Zhu sobbed, "The princess... the princess has left."
Wen Qing'er had gone, taking their son Yuanque with her.
Huima felt a shock in his heart; without hesitation, he turned around, leaped onto his horse, and urged it forward. The horse galloped away like an arrow released from a bow.
He rode hard in pursuit until he finally spotted Wen Qing'er's frail figure at Qinggeng Peak, on the border between Green Willow Kingdom and Qingluan Kingdom.
"Why are you leaving? Why wait until I fall in love with you before leaving?" Huima leaped off the horse, his face filled with pain as he knelt on the ground, his hands weakly hanging at his sides.
His heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless sharp blades, utterly heartbroken.
By chance, his hand brushed against something on the ground. He picked it up and found it was the Weeping Dragon's Grievance that Luo Han had lost here a year ago.
He stared blankly at the dagger, then tightly gripped the hilt and pulled it out forcefully. The sharp blade of Weeping Dragon's Grievance instantly came out of its sheath, and to his surprise, a note fell from it.
He trembled as he opened the note, which read: "Luo Han, wait for me. Wait for me for a year; I will definitely come back to find you!" The familiar handwriting was unmistakably Wen Qing'er's.
Yet, Luo Han never saw this note until his death.
"So you have always loved only Luo Han. You were with me just to have a child," Huima finally realized, his eyes filled with loss and pain.
He murmured to himself: "The Sovereign of Qingluan Kingdom has no son; one day, Qingwan Kingdom will cease to exist. Luo Leng of Blue-Robed Kingdom has always wanted to unify the three kingdoms."
Wen Qing'er did not want Luo Han to harm him, so she had no choice but to resort to this plan. She decided to marry Gongsun Huima of Green Willow Kingdom, ensuring that their child would carry both Wen and Gongsun bloodlines. This child would inherit Qingluan Kingdom, and Green Willow Kingdom would never send troops against him. Together with Luo Han, they could form the most stable triangular relationship among the three kingdoms.
Huima suddenly stood up and shouted, "Why must you marry me? Marrying your beloved Luo Han could also protect your Qingluan Kingdom!"
Wen Qing'er's frail body trembled slightly. Finally, she spoke slowly; her voice was soft yet filled with determination: "The Blue-Robed Kingdom is too powerful. If I go there, your Green Willow Kingdom will be the first to fall, followed by Qingluan Kingdom. Only by forming a blood alliance between our two weak families can we counterbalance the Blue-Robed Kingdom. What I hope for is that war will cease to exist and everyone can live in peace and joy."
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