Chapter 123 (1/2)

Chapter 123

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”Uncle! There's words here!”

Zhuge Yue dashed to the side of the fireplace, seeing a few words carved on the wall. The strokes were forceful, showing that the person who wrote it had many complicated emotions.

I'm leaving, no need to find me. I will not go back for revenge. Take good care of Mo'er.

Under these words, there was another row of words that had been hastily scrawled.

Thank you, Zhuge Yue.

Thank me? For what? For not killing you? for the help along the way? or for taking care of this child?

Zhuge Yue suddenly bellowed in anger, kicking the pile of firewood aside. Mo'er froze, cowardly retreating to the side, not daring to approach him.

Zhuge Yue took a few big steps forward, wanting to dash out of the cave.

”Uncle!” The child, afraid that he would be abandoned, called out, ”Where are you going?”

That's right, where was he going? To chase after her? What right did he have?

Zhuge Yue suddenly laughed, throwing away the things he held in his hand. He stood in the empty cave, looked up, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, ”Zhuge Yue, you fool!”

The rain was heavy outside, sufficient enough to cause flooding in the rivers. Chu Qiao's horse galloped in the heavy rain. Her mind was blank. All the events started to connect in her mind. She scolded herself for being so stupid, that she had to witness what was going on to understand it all. Her blood was boiling. The look in her eyes was bright, and her breath was rapid. The horse galloped along the mountain ranges.

The sky was dark and cold. After a long time, the valley appeared in Chu Qiao's sights again. She felt weak, sitting on the horse's back. Looking at the now empty valley, she started to calm down. She jumped off the horse's back, treading through the muddy water step by step. As expected, she saw Xingxing's small corpse at the original place where she had found her.

Four hours later, a new grave was built on that place. Beneath the grave, lay three innocent lives who had been lost. Chu Qiao stood in front of the grave, sticking her sword into the ground at the side. She knelt on the ground, disregarding the dirty mess.

”Xingxing, I'm sorry,” Chu Qiao muttered softly with sorrow in her voice. ”Sister can't avenge your death anymore.” She kowtowed on the ground heavily, causing the muddy water to splash around.

She knelt on the ground silently. She wanted to say a lot of things, but all of them would sound unbelievably ironic. She grabbed at the dry straw on the ground. Her look was determined, but tears were streaming down her face. She did not know whether she was sad over the child's death or something else.

”I'm sorry! I can't do it!” Her voice was choked. She stood up, climbed on the horse's back, and galloped swiftly towards the direction of Tang Jing.

It was afternoon, but the sky was dark. The dark clouds hovered above the sky, giving off a suffocating feeling. The wind blew towards the forest, causing rustling sounds to emerge. Everything was focused on the shadow fading into the distance, including the newly erected grave. The storm was heavy, causing the leaves to fall to the ground. When would this gloomy weather end?

Simultaneously, over a hundred miles away, the city gates of Tang Jing opened. A majestic horse carriage dashed out quickly. The carriage operator was about 18 or 19-years-old. He looked depressed, saying to the man in the carriage, ”Your Royal Highness, I can't go any faster. The horse is almost out of breath!”

”Faster, faster!” the man in the carriage chided, revealing his demonic face. He was dressed in a red robe, similar to a wedding outfit. He widened his eyes and ordered, ”If I'm still caught this time, I'll order your two sisters to be sent to the palace to become concubines.”

The young man was shocked upon hearing his words. With a surge of energy, he whipped the horse's buttocks. The horse let out a long neigh, galloping even faster towards the front.

Yuping Peak, Ponan Lake.

After the storm, the lotus flowers on the surface had sunk to the bed of the lake, leaving the black branches floating on the surface. The occasional bird landed on the surface, causing ripples to form. The cold wind blew across the surface of the lake. There was a long wooden bridge constructed across the lake, secured by ropes and wooden boards. Although it looked to be hastily designed, it looked natural, giving off a poem-like feel.

The winds were light; the white flowers by the side of the lake were blossoming. The fishes swam in the water, their tails wagging slightly, curious about what was happening above the water surface. The sky was azure blue, without any clouds after the storm. The sun shone brightly in the sky, to the point that it was almost blinding. It was approaching dusk, but the landscape was still bright.

The wooden bridge led to a pavilion built on the surface of the lake, via the center of the lake. A young man dressed in red stood alone at the center of the pavilion. The wind blew, causing his sleeves to flutter in the air along with his long, black hair. Big roses were embroidered on his clothes, like real roses blossoming in the wind.

The man's facial features were portrait-like. The ridge of his nose was high, his eyebrows were slightly parted and his posture was cultured. His eyes scanned the crowd standing outside the pavilion, carrying a look that was thirty percent cultured, thirty percent noble, thirty percent cold, and ten percent deep.