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My heart was instantly submerged in fear.
My Brother Yan, my victorious Brother Yan, bore wounds that told a story of suffering.
“Spirit Beast, quickly summon the Healer.”
I supported him, channeling my spiritual energy into his heart.
As I looked at his pale face, tears streamed down uncontrollably.
This battle was not only for revenge but also for our future.
The Healer arrived swiftly.
I stood by his side, my heart filled with incessant prayers.
I don't know how long it had been when the Healer wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to me, “Miss, His Highness is gravely injured, but fortunately, his life is not in danger. He just needs to rest and recuperate for several months to recover.”
A heavy stone finally lifted from my heart.
With tears of gratitude, I saw off the Healer and returned to the bedside, tightly grasping Dongfang Yan's hand.
“ Brother Yan, don’t worry. I will stay by your side until you wake up.”
The courtyard was deep and silent, devoid of any sound.
I sat by the bed, dozing off little by little.
Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my face.
I jolted awake to find Dongfang Yan had opened his eyes.
“ Brother Yan, you’re awake!”
I exclaimed in delight.
Dongfang Yan had been in a deep slumber for a full seven days.
He had over a dozen wounds on his body, some even life-threatening.
Even the twelve protective lotus petals atop his head had dwindled to seven.
Thank goodness he made it through.
Overwhelmed with joy, I held his hand tightly.
My Brother Yan has finally returned.
Scenes from my dreams replay in my mind.
Dongfang Yan is a key figure in the Demon King's ascension, a razor-sharp Demon-Slaying Sword.
A chill runs through me.
I regret it.
I regret dragging Dongfang Yan into my plans.
I knew full well that taking a step forward would lead to an abyss, yet I still pulled him along.
Knowing that Dongfang Yan is the only son of the Ten Directions Celestial Emperor, why did I still do this?
I dare not think further.
My initial approach to Dongfang Yan was never pure in intention.
I merely saw him as someone I could use, a helper in my quest for revenge.
But I never imagined the danger it would bring him.
I take a deep breath and lean my head against Dongfang Yan's hand.
He struggles to lift his hand, seemingly wanting to wipe away my tears.
I quickly grasp his hand and hear his faint voice: "It's okay."
I dry my tears and gently rub his hand against my cheek.
My Brother Yan, how could I not love you?
The weakened Ten Directions Celestial Emperor was turned to dust by a bolt of heavenly thunder from the Demon King.
The Demon King seized the Heavenly Emperor's Spirit Jade, hoping to ascend to the position of Heavenly Emperor with it.
In this critical moment, Dongfang Yan arrived just in time and killed this treacherous rebel.
That night, the Celestial Palace ran red with blood.
Yet, throughout the long history of the Fairy Spirit Continent, only a few of the most significant moments are often recorded.
A month later, Dongfang Yan ascended the throne, becoming the new Ten Directions Celestial Emperor.
Another month passed, and the new Heavenly Emperor married the eldest daughter of the the Murong Family, restoring their former glory.
As I left the the Murong Family for my wedding, I caught sight of a familiar figure.
I exclaimed in surprise, "Xue'er!"
The person turned around, and it was indeed Murong Xue.
She was dressed in men's attire, exuding a heroic charm.
She cupped her hands in salute and smiled, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Best wishes to you."
"You finally got what you wished for."
"So did I."
Only then did I notice the emblem of the Thirty-Six Island Immortal Alliance hanging from her waist.
I was somewhat astonished. "Sister, you've become a royal merchant representing the Thirty-Six Islands?"
She blinked and replied with a smile, "I'm about to head to the Seventy-Two Caves to discuss trade matters."
"Murong Yi, then I'll take my leave first."
She patted my shoulder and pulled out a box from her sleeve.
"A grand gift for you."
With a swift motion, she mounted her horse, waved goodbye to me, and elegantly turned away.
"Take care, Your Majesty."
"Xue'er, you too take care."
I lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and couldn't help but think of Murong Xue.
He pulled me closer into his embrace, his voice deep.
"Murong Xue is going to the demon king's territory at the Seventy-Two Caves for discussions; it was my suggestion."
I suddenly lifted my head, looking at him in surprise.
He appeared calm, showing no signs of surprise.
I pressed my lips together and asked him, "Did you already know about him saying he would send me ten or eight men?"
He responded with a simple "Mm."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
He raised an eyebrow, looking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I wanted to see you happy; I didn't want to ruin it for you."
I was momentarily taken aback, then realized—was he feeling jealous?
This man had quite a small heart.
I couldn't help but laugh.
He gently bit my earlobe and whispered, "From now on, you're not allowed to mention other men in bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed me.
I could hardly think of anything else.
Red candles, sandalwood incense, an ivory couch.
Shadows danced, soft breaths filled the air. The night was long.
(The End)
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