I slept for longer and longer periods. I think I was tired—truly, deeply tired. It felt as though I had overdrawn twenty or thirty years of vitality; not only was this shattered husk of a body exhausted, but my very soul was spent.
During those initial intervals of lucidity, I had thought more than once of borrowing troops from the Kingdom of Meng. I had invested so much in Emperor Lurong specifically to prepare for a day like this. Yet now, my resolve began to waver under the weight of a daily, crushing fatigue. Whenever I closed my eyes, the bloody scenes outside Red Gorge Pass would manifest unbidden, vivid and harrowing—that agonizing expanse of red, bleeding from the sky down to the earth, turning the world into a furnace of hell.
Occasionally, in the depths of my fever dreams, I would see Mingrui’s red silhouette again, standing like a god of war. Though he was so far away, the dream allowed me to see the sheer finality in his eyes with terrifying clarity.
I saw Yinghui’s unclosed eyes and that yellow stuffed dog. Those simple, button eyes seemed to be smiling at all times, but the person who had carried it would never smile again.
I saw the fire and smoke of the landmines, the lifeless bodies thrown like broken ragdolls into the distance, falling limply to the ground.
How many more had to die? How long would I have to keep killing?
Let it go. Just let it go.
Life is a strange thing. When you do not wish to die, people will try every means possible to take your life. When you finally wish for death, they will try every means to keep you alive.
Though I would irritably drive away any physician who dared enter my cell while I was awake, I could feel someone tending to my wounds while I was unconscious. I didn't intend to make things difficult for anyone; I was simply weary of it all. Weary to my very marrow.
All I wanted now was for everything to end here.
A sliver of twilight filtered through the tiny high window, carrying a faint warmth. This was the only time of day I could see the sun.
I sat motionless on the straw mat, leaning against the execution post. The thick pillar was perpetually cold; no matter how long I leaned against it, it never grew warm. But if I wanted to sit up, it was my only support. The shackles on my hands and feet were fixed to the post by heavy iron chains, granting me a very limited range of motion.
A set of low, heavy footsteps approached from the distance.
I opened my eyes to see a man in black armor entering through the half-open cell door.
It was Chu De. He scrutinized every corner of the cell with meticulous care, as if terrified of overlooking the slightest detail. Behind him, Mingshao stood silently in the shadows, though I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or the chains binding me.
Chu De turned and looked down at me, his cold voice devoid of warmth. "I know you are awake. It is a pity to see you fallen to such a state."
I offered a faint smile.
Chu De’s gaze held a hint of inquiry as he stared at me without blinking. After a long silence, he let out a heavy sigh. "I do not wish to make things difficult for you. But if you say nothing, I cannot give an account to the Throne. I might as well tell you: the Imperial Carriage will arrive in Bingzhou any day now. When that time comes, I fear you..."
"What is it you want to hear?" I asked him quietly. "Why I didn't retreat city by city from White City? Why I didn't burn the entire harvest to the ground? Or perhaps, why I still keep that final golden arrow?"
Chu De’s shoulders trembled slightly. His icy gaze locked onto mine, and he suddenly let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "In the end, your heroic spirit was too short-lived. You couldn't even manage a heart of stone; how could you ever achieve anything great? If you had retreated to White City and waited for reinforcements from Meng, today you and I might..."
"True, true. The General is absolutely right." I nodded with a smile. "Wuxin accepts your instruction."
But if I had truly retreated to White City, the fields in the outskirts would have been destroyed under the weight of ten thousand iron hooves—the lifeblood and hard work of everyone in White City for an entire year. If I lost even that shred of the people's hearts, what would I have left to defend? Was all I wanted merely a mark on a map?
"You are trapped with no hope of escape. It would be best to confess honestly. Who are your accomplices? Where are they hiding?" Chu De’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "It matters not if you refuse to speak. We have plenty of ways to deal with 'hard bones.' I do not believe you can remain so stubborn under torture..."
Hearing this, I actually laughed. "The General has likely not noticed the protruding iron spikes on this execution post. At this distance, if I were to throw myself against them, who could stop me? Those threats of yours cannot frighten me."
Chu De’s gaze swept to the post behind me, his expression darkening. "Don't think I don't know. Many of your accomplices are likely still operating in the northern heartland. When the government sends people to reclaim the land, there are always those causing trouble in the shadows. Once these people are caught, they will not be shown mercy!"
This sentence stirred a strange ripple in my heart. Our people had more than enough time to evacuate the north; in other words, the "troublemakers" he spoke of were likely not our own...
I closed my eyes, my head swimming. I needed to digest the implications of this conversation.
Having spoken too much, the moment I fell silent, I felt an exhaustion so profound I didn't want to move again.
Perhaps because my fever was rising again, I felt a wave of dizziness.
How much longer could I hold on? How much longer *must* I hold on? I knew I couldn't bring myself to end my own life—not out of fear, but out of a lingering sense of being unreconciled.
I was just a little bit unwilling to let it end like this.
Someone was patting my face, but I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.
In a haze, I heard Chu De’s voice close by. "With such a high fever persisting for so long, she likely won't last much longer..."
Between wakefulness and sleep, I felt a tearing pain in my left arm. Soon after, a cool sensation slowly spread from the wound throughout my body.
A physician, I suppose. I thought lazily. Should I drive him away again? I, who lacked even the courage to end my own life, seemed only able to choose this passive wait for death.
The persistent high fever left me powerless. At this moment, the refreshing sensation from the wound felt like an irresistible comfort—this was not a good sign; my body was beginning to grow weak.
I tried to pull my arm back, but it wouldn't budge. A rare moment of clarity flashed through my muddled brain: Chu De had never allowed the military physicians to treat me. By bringing in an outside physician, was he trying to more effectively spread the news of my imprisonment? In other words, if the physician could take news out, then under certain conditions, he should also be able to take out a message I wanted him to spread...
The problem was, I currently possessed nothing—the most valuable thing on my person was the wooden hairpin in my hair. What could I use to bribe him? If I sent him to a specific money exchange to collect a reward, I feared it would only implicate more innocent people...
Amidst my chaotic thoughts, I felt a drop of warm liquid—*drip*—fall onto my bare arm, and then another.
My heart jolted, and I couldn't help but open my eyes.
Outside the tiny window, the sky was pitch black. An oil lamp flickered beside the straw mat. In the swaying light, I saw a head of greyish-white hair bowed over my wounded left arm. He looked like nothing more than a simple old man in plain clothes, with nothing extraordinary about his appearance; one wouldn't give him a second glance on the street...
But the way he kept his head slightly bowed was, for some reason, inexplicably familiar...
My arm gave a slight twitch, but he pressed down firmly. He remained seemingly motionless, but the hand applying the medicine began to tremble slightly.
My breath suddenly became difficult. Perhaps because my heart was beating so violently, my entire body began to shudder. My gaze darted to the fully armed guards outside the bars. I closed my eyes and turned my head slightly to the side.
The initial shock quickly settled, replaced by a growing, intense fear. This madman—how could he think of such a reckless way to sneak into the dungeon? Did he truly think Chu De was merely a brawny soldier with a simple mind?
Trembling, I grabbed the iron chain and swung it hard toward him, forcing my voice to sound as arrogant as before. "Get out! I don't need your false mercy!"
The physician scrambled to the side and immediately began to cry out in a piteous voice. The guards outside the bars, wearing expressions of "here we go again," hurried to open the cell door.
At that exact moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind the guard and slammed the cell door shut. Immediately after, the heavy iron chain was wound back, and the lock clicked shut with a sharp *snap*.
My heart sank instantly, and a chill slowly seeped through me.
From behind the guard stepped a man in black armor. He had a square, dark face, and beneath thick brows, a pair of narrow eyes sparkled with light. A faint smile played on his lips—partly triumphant, partly mocking.
Though I didn't know him well, I recognized him as Jiang Yuan, the younger cousin of the vanguard general Jiang Si, who had died at Red Gorge Pass.
Jiang Yuan’s sharp eyes circled the physician twice, and he suddenly chuckled. "As expected, there are those who aren't afraid of death and are willing to walk into the trap. What, you don't even dare show your face?"
The physician slowly stood up. With a half-smile, he gave a bow to Jiang Yuan and said with a fawning grin, "I don't understand what this officer is saying."
Jiang Yuan smiled again and waved his hand. Immediately, another old man with greyish-white hair was brought out from behind the bars. He looked identical to the physician in the cell, though his robes were slightly disheveled, and his small eyes on his dark, thin face were filled with alarm and uncertainty.
Though I had a premonition, seeing this scene for real still brought a suffocating wave of pain to my heart.
"Well?" Jiang Yuan’s icy gaze swept over my face before turning back to the physician with another cold smirk. "Do I need to call in the family to verify your identity?"
The physician stood tall. He reached up and grabbed his head, pulling off a mask-like object and tossing it aside. He smiled nonchalantly. "That old fellow took two thousand taels in banknotes from me for nothing. I didn't expect him to turn around and inform on me—does he really want to get paid twice? No wonder they call you 'Old Greedy Xiao'; the name truly fits." As he spoke, he turned back with a smile. His emerald-green eyes, like precious gems, shimmered with a radiant, undulating light in the dim lamplight.
My chest felt as if it were stuffed with something; I couldn't say a word. My body simply wouldn't stop shaking, alternating between hot and cold, and my eyes grew painfully hot and wet.
Feng Tong ignored Jiang Yuan. He walked back to my side with a swagger and sat down, pulling up my sleeve to continue bandaging the wound from before.
His "I don't care about anything" expression made my teeth itch with frustration. I grabbed his collar and roared in exasperation, "What did I tell you before I left?! How many times did I warn you?! And how did you promise me..."
Feng Tong lunged forward and, catching me off guard, pecked me on the lips.
It was cool and carried his unique, refreshing scent.
I stared at him blankly. His green eyes were brimming with laughter. Having successfully stopped my outburst, he shook his head in mock disapproval. "Refusing to eat and refusing medicine—who are you putting on this pitiful act for? These soldier lords are truly hearts of stone; playing the victim won't work on them..."
"Feng Tong!" The rage I had just suppressed threatened to explode again.
Feng Tong looked up with a smile and gently pressed a long finger against my lips. In a tone used to coax a child, he lightheartedly checked my impending flare-up. "Be good, don't make a fuss. Let me finish bandaging your wound."
My heart full of fury instantly deflated—what was I supposed to do with him?
"Such deep affection indeed," Jiang Yuan’s voice from outside the bars also carried a hint of an impending outburst. "I never expected the great Lord of Feng Fortress to degrade himself to such a point for a woman, losing all sense of right and wrong..."
Feng Tong was oblivious to his words, focusing intently on tearing the clean bandages. As if afraid of hurting me, every movement was incredibly gentle. I used my other hand to lightly caress his cheek. This single movement tugged at the shackles, producing a harsh, grating clatter. Feng Tong’s gaze fell upon the thick iron chains, and a flash of fury flickered in the depths of his eyes. He suddenly looked up and glared at Jiang Yuan.
I couldn't see the look in his eyes, but I saw Jiang Yuan flinch and instinctively take a step back. Then, as if realizing his own loss of composure, Jiang Yuan gave a cold snort. "You're already in my dungeon; what is there to be so arrogant about?!"
Feng Tong withdrew his gaze and ignored him again.
Jiang Yuan dropped a command—"Watch them closely!"—and left in a huff, flicking his sleeves.
"Why are you... so disobedient?" I cupped his face, my heart a mixture of sorrow and joy.
Feng Tong pulled me into his embrace. My hands and feet were bound to the post, so even a slight movement caused the chains to rattle. Seeing the anger flaring up in his eyes again, I quickly turned his face toward me, signaling him to look at me while he spoke.
He held me a little tighter, as if using the action to soothe the fire in his heart. He didn't speak, but buried his head in the crook of my neck, remaining silent for a long time.
I gave a soft sigh and rested my chin quietly on his shoulder. His familiar scent drifted from him—cool and fresh, like new mint. I wrapped my arms around his neck, suddenly realizing that my desire for death was not as resolute as I had imagined. Before seeing him, I was unreconciled to dying so silently. Now that I had seen him, I was even more loath to leave; I felt as if we still had so many good days we hadn't yet lived...
"...We still have to raise flowers and birds... teach Chi'er to read and write... raise two big dogs..." Unknowingly, my thoughts had slipped out loud.
Feng Tong gave a "hmpf," but his arms tightened around me further.
"Don't be angry anymore," I whispered. "Don't be angry with me..."
Feng Tong released me. His emerald eyes quickly swept over the guards outside the bars. After a slight hesitation, he lowered his voice. "The Kingdom of Meng has formed an alliance with Great Chu."
My heart sank abruptly. But then, I felt it didn't matter anymore—the opportunity had once been within my reach, but I had let it go myself. I shook my head and leaned back into his embrace. "A defeat is a defeat. Why refuse to admit it? Things have come to this; I have no desire to drag Meng into this tangled mess further."
I felt Feng Tong’s shoulder tremble slightly, but the voice from above carried a hint of relief. "You... can truly let it go?"
The harrowing scenes etched into my mind surfaced again, and a heavy sense of exhaustion and deep weariness rose in my heart.
"Even if I couldn't, I have now." I shook my head. Seeing his expression made me feel a sudden, inexplicable pang of sorrow. I quickly changed the subject. "What exactly were you thinking? Even you've gotten yourself stuck in here—how are you supposed to save me now?"
Feng Tong’s brow smoothed out, but his tone was thick with dissatisfaction. "Being thrown in a dungeon is no great matter, yet you were making such a fuss about life and death—how could I be at ease?!" As he spoke, he reached out to test the temperature of my forehead, his gaze darkening slightly.
His expression made a feeling akin to regret flicker in my heart, but only for a moment. Since things had reached this point, all I could hope for was that everything would end here, without involving more people or complicating matters further...
"You understand." I lowered my eyelids, unable to bear looking at his face. He must understand that as long as I lived, there was no way to truly end all of this.
He understood.
He was simply unreconciled, that was all. He was always like this, refusing to let go even if he had to grit his teeth.
A wave of intense dizziness struck again. My hand fell limply before it could touch his face, landing in his warm palm.
"Listen to me," my ears began to buzz again, so loudly I could barely hear my own voice. "You aren't injured, and your martial arts are intact. You must have a way to escape..."
But he paid no attention to what I was saying. Instead, he placed his hand on my forehead, a trace of panic appearing in his eyes.
"Listen to me..." My voice was as faint as a whisper, a mumble I could no longer recognize.
Feng Tong didn't listen. He held my shoulders and began to shake me forcefully, shouting, "There's medicine here! There's medicine in the chest! You know medicine—look, quickly..." But even his shouts sounded increasingly distant to my weary ears, fading into a thickening white mist along with his face.
I could clearly feel his presence. He placed a cool cloth on my forehead and murmured incessantly in my ear, though I couldn't make out a word. Such fervent, sorrowful tones were something he had never possessed before.
I blinked, seeing only a blur of dim yellow light. Within that light was a thin face, watching me quietly with a sorrowful air. Stubble had sprouted on his chin; a man who was usually so meticulous about his appearance now looked disheveled. Yet, the moment our eyes met, two brilliant sparks of fire ignited in his gaze.
"I'm sorry..."
Feng Tong held me tight. He wanted to smile, but his voice trembled slightly. "Don't scare me like that again... I don't understand pharmacology... I don't know what medicine to give you. You don't know how worried I was..."
I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, my heart overflowing with tenderness. In the end, I had been his undoing—if he weren't tethered by me, why would he be trapped in this tiny space?
He brought a cup of water to my lips, watching me drink sip by sip. Then, he urgently lifted the medicine chest he had carried in while disguised as a physician before my eyes. "Look, look for yourself. Which medicine can you use?"
My gaze swept past the chest in his hands and landed on the empty space outside the bars. This situation was somewhat unusual. Where had the guards gone? My eyes moved, slowly landing on a corner of a robe that had been inadvertently exposed at the edge of the bars.
A bright yellow corner, faintly embroidered with intricate floral patterns. It looked familiar.
He had come, after all.
Feng Tong followed my gaze, his breath hitching slightly. The body holding me, however, relaxed instead. He leaned back, a slightly mocking smile touching his lips. "For the dignified Son of Heaven to come to a dungeon to eavesdrop—if word got out, it wouldn't be very respectable, would it?"
The robe outside the bars moved, and its wearer slowly took two steps forward. A bright yellow robe with coiled bats, cinched at the waist by a belt of green jade and gold thread. At his side hung a bright yellow gold-trimmed pouch with pearl tassels. Looking further up, there was that familiar long face, his features dark and brooding. Within his pitch-black pupils was a sinister gloom, like a gathering storm.
In the past, every time I saw this man, I felt an invisible pressure that made it hard to breathe. But at this moment, aside from the visual shock of his unexpected appearance, I felt nothing.
I didn't even feel hatred anymore.
I simply looked back at him in silence. I had never studied him so calmly before. He looked slightly different from my memory—deeper, more inscrutable. His dark gaze scrutinized me. And I saw clearly how my calmness caused strange cracks to appear on his mask-like face. It turned out that hidden beneath the mask were clusters of raging flames, bursting through the cracks in his eyes, slowly consuming his composure.
A terrifying spark of fire flashed through his eyes. He struck the bars with a heavy fist, the hollow echo immediately drawing a flurry of footsteps. Mingde turned his head and barked at those outside, "Get out!"
Before the cautious footsteps had even fully retreated, he turned back, his black eyes staring at me without blinking. He asked hatefully, "I treated you with all my heart, yet you chose to take such revenge on me?!"
How old was he this year? No more than twenty-five or twenty-six. At such an age, he already had the whole world beneath his feet; no wonder he had such strange ideas.
"I don't hate you." I looked back at him calmly, my voice so steady it even surprised me. "And I am not taking revenge on you. As for why I did this, I will not explain it to you. Because even if I did, you wouldn't understand."
Mingde’s gaze remained fixed on me, as if he wanted to bore a hole through me. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to Feng Tong’s face, and an irrepressible disgust rose from the depths of his eyes. "Feng Tong? It seems I underestimated your courage."
Feng Tong toyed with my fingers and gave a lazy smile. "Your Majesty overpraises me."
A flash of ruthlessness appeared in Mingde’s eyes, but a mocking smile touched his lips instead. "So it was for her. You actually let yourself fall to such a state for a woman—do you truly no longer care for the lives of your entire clan?"
Feng Tong gave a nonchalant laugh. "As Your Majesty pleases. Everyone in the Feng family is mediocre, living off their inheritance. I am the only one earning money, while hundreds are waiting to spend it. I've long been tired of it. If I can use Your Majesty's hand to eliminate them, it would be a great blessing for the Feng family."
Mingde gave a cold "hmpf." "Feng Fortress has been emptied by you. Do you think I don't know? You have fallen into my hands. I don't believe you are entirely indifferent even to your own life and death."
Feng Tong sat up straight. He used his fingers to gently smooth my disheveled hair, asking without looking up, "What of life? What of death? Can Your Majesty truly live for ten thousand years?!"
In an instant, it seemed as if Mingde’s eyes were about to catch fire. Yet he said nothing, only clenching his hands at his sides into two hard fists.
Feng Tong, however, bowed his head and asked me softly, "I only know how to do men's hairstyles. How about I give you two braids?" He didn't wait for my consent, taking it upon himself to start fiddling with my hair.
I simply leaned lazily in his arms, not wanting to move at all.
After that brief moment of lucidity, my head began to grow muddled again. Looking out from the tiny window, the light outside was beginning to dim. What day was this, exactly?
"Don't think you can just die before me like this." Mingde’s voice wasn't loud, but he spoke each word with deliberate clarity.
Hearing the word "die" from his mouth actually gave me a sense of relief.
It's just death, after all.
Nothing more...
I don't know when he left. I only know that when I opened my eyes again, the night was thick outside the window.
The dim lamplight flickered unsteadily. Feng Tong was leaning against the stone wall beside me, dozing. He looked very peaceful while asleep, with a child-like simplicity and innocence. As if sensing my gaze, his eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. The initial confusion in his sleep-heavy eyes flashed and vanished, and he immediately jolted awake.
I placed my hand over the back of his. My heart felt a little bitter.
"You should go," I said. "I'm begging you, please just go. There must be a way for you to escape..."
Feng Tong held me tight. "You are here; where would I go alone?"
"Go somewhere far away." I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head heavily against his chest. My heart was full of reluctance. "Go. Marry and have children, live a stable life... raise flowers and birds..."
"If I just left like that, I would feel I had left behind the most important thing... I fear that for all the days and nights to come, I would never have peace. Just thinking of such a life terrifies me..."
"I won't last much longer. You can't let me leave feeling so uneasy..."
I lifted my head and reached out to cover his mouth, stifling the rest of his words in my palm. His eyes were truly beautiful, clear without a single flaw, like the most perfect emeralds; as long as a sliver of light touched them, they would reflect a magnificent radiance...
Impulsively, I kissed his eyes, over and over, until the saltiness of tears filled my mouth, and I could no longer tell if they were his or my own. "I heard that if a man's eyes are kissed by a woman, for the rest of his life, his eyes will only see that one woman, and his heart will only love that one woman. Do you... believe it?"
"I should say I don't." A faint shimmer of water appeared in his eyes, and the smile on his lips was tender yet tragic. "That way, you'll have to stay with me for a lifetime to see if your curse is truly effective..."
"Neither of you is going anywhere!" A cold voice cut in. Within those seemingly calm eyes was a burgeoning, explosive fury. Chu De stood behind him, as silent as a statue.
My arms were still wrapped around Feng Tong’s waist. Feng Tong, however, gave a nonchalant smile and spoke calmly, "Your Majesty needn't worry. We aren't going anywhere."
Mingde’s gaze landed on my face, his eyes filled with something akin to hatred. I didn't know if this hatred was directed at me or at Feng Tong. I didn't understand to what extent a person's obsession with "collecting" could become madness, but I knew clearly that for things they couldn't have, some people would take pleasure in destroying them with their own hands.
Instead, I felt a sense of release. I turned my head and gazed deeply at Feng Tong. I had never imagined that when I died, I would have such a peerless man by my side. They say that the wishes made by a person before death will be fulfilled in the next life. Then, our souls will remain entwined until the life to come.
"Do you regret it?" I asked him.
Feng Tong shook his head, his lips curving into a beautiful arc. It was such a lovely smile that I couldn't help but lean in to kiss him.
He wanted to smile, but after hearing my next words, he froze completely.
"Then marry me."
"Marry me right now." I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. "I don't want to be a lonely ghost."
"I forbid it!" The person outside the bars shouted, losing control.
I only stared intently into Feng Tong’s eyes. Until a growing sense of joy emerged within those emerald pupils.
"Alright," he said.
"Let's do it according to the customs of my home." I took his hands and sat him before me, gazing deeply into his eyes. In the most earnest voice of my life, I asked him seriously, "Feng Tong, do you take this woman before you to be your wife? To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. Do you?"
My voice began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, in my eyes, the entire world had ceased to exist. There was only a dying woman, quietly waiting for her lover's answer.
"I do." Feng Tong’s hands were also trembling slightly. In his eyes was a truth I could see straight through to his soul.
I wept with joy. It turned out I, too, would cry at a wedding because of an "I do." It turned out that such happiness truly could make one weep.
Feng Tong gently wiped away my tears.
"It's your turn to ask me." I gripped his hands, signaling that the ceremony wasn't over.
"Do you take me to be your husband?" Feng Tong squeezed my fingers, his trembling voice filled with an extraordinary fervor. "To never part, even in death?"
"I do." I nodded vigorously, wanting to smile, but the tears wouldn't stop falling. I lunged forward and kissed his lips forcefully. With such a kiss, the wedding could be considered complete.
With my violent movements, the chains binding my hands and feet clashed together, producing a series of piercing rattles. In my ears, however, this sound transformed into the melodious tolling of church bells...
The most melodious bells.
As the bells chimed, a magnificent sea of flowers slowly spread before my eyes. The high walls and the dark dungeon vanished. Above us was a clear blue sky, with wisps of white clouds drifting lazily. The sunlight was like the gentlest touch, lightly caressing my cheek...
In that moment, I truly saw flocks of white doves, flapping their translucent wings as they danced above the church...
Petals drifted down from the sky, and the air was filled with a rich fragrance...
I leaned in his arms, tilting my head back to feel the petals falling, leaving wet trails on my face. I tasted them with the tip of my tongue; they were indeed salty.
Like lingering tears, despairing to the very bone.
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