“I’m willing to give myself to him, willingly,” I firmly met Shuo Ruhan’s increasingly astonished gaze.
“What are you saying?” He almost roared, his thin body trembling.
“I’m saying I’ll offer myself to him, begging him to spare Ye Mountain. Do you think Liu Yu would agree to such terms?” For some reason, I couldn’t help but smile lightly, though my feet kept shaking.
Shuo Ruhan stepped back in shock, asking word by word, “Do you truly love the King of Ye Mountain so much?”
“I just don’t want him to suffer anymore. He bears too much,” I answered without thinking. Prophecy, nemesis, Ye Mountain, the responsibilities of the king, conspiracy… Ye Suo truly bore too much.
“People bearing too much are not just him!” Shuo Ruhan, who had never shown anger, violently swept his sleeve, causing the teapot to fall and shatter. Suddenly, he let out a bitter laugh, “But you love only him, right?”
“Ruhan?” I looked at him in confusion.
A bitter smile lingered at the corner of his mouth for a long time. “Fine, I’ll take you away!”
“Mm. Thank…” I immediately stood up, looking at him gratefully.
He continued to smile bitterly, concealing all his emotions, “Have you ever considered the Prince of Chen’s feelings? By appearing before him with such an exchange condition, aren’t you declaring that what he’s been waiting for eight years is just an illusion, and a razor-sharp one at that…”
“I don’t know,” my eyes dimmed when mentioning Liu Yu.
“Let’s go.” Shui Ruohan sighed imperceptibly, picked up his bundle, and left with me.
In a jumbled mood. Just as we reached the courtyard, a servant quickly caught up: “Doctor Shui, Miss Dragon, where are you going…”
Shui Ruohan draped an arm over my shoulder, deliberately showing a joyful expression: “Can’t you tell? We’re eloping! Tell your king that if he wants to keep Night Mountain, he’d better not follow!”
Ignoring the servant’s stunned expression, Ruohan pulled me away, and we took some remote mountain paths.
