The beam of light, carrying a rich floral scent, approached Xiaotu. A woman in silver clothing appeared before her. A flash of spiritual light, and Xiaotu could move again. Touching her neck, she was surprised to feel something sticky; it was blood, with two puncture marks from fangs. As sensation returned, so did the pain, causing her to frown. Suddenly, a pair of cool hands covered the bleeding bite marks. The cool touch seeped into her skin, and the pain gradually subsided. At that moment, she finally saw the face of the silver-clad woman clearly. Her appearance wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful, but her innate noble aura was unparalleled, with a white jade stone on her forehead emitting a soft glow, and her eyes, astonishingly, had white pupils. The floral scent was that of lilies. “Who are you?” This woman’s arrival gave her an inexplicable sense of security, like sunlight piercing through her darkness. “I am the lily that Bai Hua Yuxian brought back from the Misty Forest,” she said with a smile as pure and noble as a lily. The name “Bai Hua” spun in her mind, as if habitually, the pain began again…
“Ai Xiaotu, you can’t go on like this. Bai Hua is gone, truly gone. Stop deceiving yourself. Stand up strong; remember, there are still many people who care about you. Bai Hua died for you, but he wouldn’t want to see you like this. Ai Xiaotu, wake up. You have so much left to do, your mission awaits. When the ‘Flower of Fortune’ blooms again, let the ‘God of Fortune’ help you find your white flower.” Each word was powerful, penetrating her mind. “No, Bai Hua didn’t die, he really didn’t!” Was she deceiving herself? Yes, she was, convincing herself it was all just a dream. “Didn’t he?” The silver-clad woman smiled and conjured an image in the air. Murong Youxue’s cruel smile as she shot a gold needle, laced with deadly poison, towards Xiaotu. The needle gleamed blindingly. Xiaotu closed her eyes, covering her head, not wanting to see. Tears fell, tasting bitter in her mouth. “Face it bravely,” the woman said, using her magic to force Xiaotu to watch. As the needle was about to hit, a white figure appeared, blocking the poisonous needle with his chest. Blood flowed from the wound… his pale face. Seeing this, Xiaotu’s tears flowed uncontrollably, her body shaking violently. He was truly gone, Bai Hua was no more. It wasn’t a dream; it was reality. She had been deceiving herself all along. “I’ve said all I can; it’s up to you now.” With that, a soft light flashed, and Xiaotu fell into a deep sleep. “When the ‘Flower of Fortune’ blooms again, let the ‘God of Fortune’ help you find your white flower.” Those words were deeply imprinted in her mind. “Poppy, why do you persist like this?” the silver-clad woman said towards a dark cave in the distance. “Get lost, mind your own business. Soon, you won’t be able to stop me,” came the angry voice of a woman. The light dimmed, and the silver-clad woman gradually disappeared, leaving behind a world of darkness, the stench of blood, and piercing screams…
Upon waking, she saw the familiar carved wooden bed, and not far from it, Xia Yuye, half-asleep. “Doll, you’re awake.” He was flustered, unsure of how to approach, fearing she would reject him again. He could only watch from a distance, not daring to call out louder, for her mind was still on what she had just seen, the faces of the woman who looked exactly like her and the noble, elegant silver-clad woman. Everything was so real… “Brother Ye, Brother Ye,” an orange voice entered the room, and upon hearing it, Xia Yuye’s brows furrowed in annoyance. “Get out,” he said coldly, his voice full of disdain. Mu Yao didn’t stop, approaching Xia Yuye. Her beautiful face was now streaked with tears, lacking its usual vibrancy. “Master, please, save the Queen Mother,” she pleaded, kneeling before him. “You think I would save her? You’re gravely mistaken; I wish you all were dead.” With that, he turned away, unwilling to look at her. “Please, give the throne to the Queen Mother, please,” seeing Xia Yuye’s attitude, Mu Yao turned to Xiaotu for help. It was laughable, this way of begging, asking for the throne. How absurd. She had been tricked into the palace, imprisoned, and now they wanted her to give up the throne? Xiaotu laughed, a laugh that sent shivers down Mu Yao’s spine. Hearing Xiaotu speak, Xia Yuye was overjoyed. “You schemed to bring me into the palace and then imprisoned me. Did you ever consider how I felt? Do you know who the Queen Mother killed? My beloved, my husband. Do you think I can just let that go? I’m not afraid of any Emperor Canglong; I will seek justice for my husband.” Here is the :
“Tell your mother to rest easy and enjoy being the empress for a few more days, sitting on the throne.” After saying this, she turned and got off the bed, looking down at Muyao.
Chapter 44: Emotional Wounds
“Why isn’t it enough that you’ve taken my husband? Do you need to take everything from me to be satisfied?”
The mournful sound of a flute echoed through the air. Following the melody, she left the room, ignoring Muyao’s unreasonable behavior. Who exactly had taken whose things? Xia Yu Ye followed behind her, his silver eyes full of affection.
In the gazebo outside, a man in white was playing the flute. Under the sunlight, the purple jade flute looked exceptionally translucent, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal world, ready to depart with the wind at any moment.
“Girl.” Hearing the footsteps, the man in white turned around, calling out with gentle affection. Listening closely, one could detect the bitterness in his voice. Gazing at that identical face, one couldn’t tell what the bitter feeling in the heart was. The face was enchanting, not masculine, with an ethereal charm and a voice that could intoxicate.
Looking at the face that pained her heart, Xiao Tu smiled sweetly. “Water, this game isn’t fun.” She took the jade flute from his hand, trying to play it but found it wouldn’t sound, as the flute recognized its owner.
“…” Xia Yu Ye and Shui Shui both looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant.
From her pocket, she pulled out a pearl which, sensing something, began to emit a silvery white light. “Water, are you tired? Is your heart in pain? Do you feel unnecessary, thinking no one cares, hurting yourself for me, yet accompanying me as Bai Hua despite the pain?”
“Xiao Tu has hurt you, hurt everyone. These days, you’ve all been unable to eat or sleep well because of me.”
“Water, Xiao Tu wants to tell you, you are not unnecessary. You are Xiao Tu’s husband, and also the person in Xiao Tu’s heart.”
From his flute’s melody, she understood much, hearing the hidden sorrow in his heart. Seeing that familiar smile, bright and lively, she was glad the pain had finally left her, freeing her from the cage of her heart.
His heart skipped a beat upon hearing her words; he hadn’t expected her to notice, thinking he had hidden it well. Yes, his heart ached, and he was jealous. If he could, he really wanted to become Bai Hua, who had lost his soul. Would she go mad for him too? He thought he didn’t care about anything, but jealousy had already overflowed in his heart. Before, in his eyes, she was a goddess, high above, untouchable. Gradually, he realized his heart was lost, sinking. In his eyes, she was a woman, the woman he deeply loved, the woman he protected, his wife.
He always seemed to be an insignificant figure, just staying by her side. He thought he didn’t care, but gradually he wanted her attention, wanted…
“Sorry.” She reached out to touch his face, where a handsome visage appeared, with misty green eyes and flowing jet-black hair. Their eyes met, full of unspoken affection, needing no extra words or actions. All was understood in silence.
They can all be the person in your heart, why can’t I? A bitter smile lingered on his lips. Indeed, love is the most hurtful.
