Shang Ruyi’s gaze slowly fell, looking at the long sword lying between the two of them.
Sword Dance.
It was because of the sword dance she perford today.
She danced gracefully in the hall of the Qi County governnt, using the opportunity to seal the throat of the Western Turks envoy Cha Ci with a sword, killing him. Afterwards, everyone around looked at her with concern. She knew it was because of her dazed expression and overly pale face. Everyone thought she was shocked by the act of killing soone with her own hands, and terrified by the tragic scene before Cha Ci’s death.
Only she knew it wasn’t so.
Because it wasn’t the first ti she had seen a sharp blade cut open soone’s throat at such a close distance, witnessing blood spray into a mist right in front of her.
She was dazed only because she saw another person in that blood mist.
At this mont, he stood before her, still with that arrogant deanor, yet smiling slightly, with a teasing deanor. He was supposed to live freely, like an immortal.
"Why don’t you call Emperor?"
Amidst her wandering thoughts, uncertain whether to feel joy or sorrow, that smiling voice sounded in her ear again.
This ti, Shang Ruyi didn’t hesitate, imdiately raising her head, and those bright eyes were so close, along with his warm breath, surrounding her.
It seed like he wanted to—
Recalling that night in Jiangdu Palace, the scorching heat he left on her lips, Shang Ruyi instinctively took a step back.
And as she retreated, Chu Yang suddenly felt far away from her.
He remained standing there, unmoving, just smiling at her: "Why don’t you call my na?"
"Why don’t you call Emperor...?"
"Why...won’t you...call my na..."
He smiled, speaking the words intermittently, like an obsession, echoing continuously, as Shang Ruyi struggled, suddenly, he stretched out his long arm horizontally across his neck.
And this action was precisely the sa as back then in the Bright Hall, right in front of her —
Seeing the blood mist rise again, Shang Ruyi rushed over.
"Chu Yang!"
With a heartrending scream, Shang Ruyi suddenly awoke from the dream.
And the next mont, she felt herself lying in a familiar, warm embrace, and at the sound of her voice, the chest shook violently.
Shang Ruyi also shook, abruptly opened her eyes.
At this ti, it seed that dawn was approaching. Although the light in the room was dim, there was a faint morning light streaming through the window, allowing her to see the man holding her tightly, with arms suddenly stiff like cast iron.
Not the Chu Yang who broke her heart in the dream.
But Yu Wenye!
Not just his arms, when Shang Ruyi lifted her head to look at him, his face seed sowhat stiff too, his usual stern look at this mont flickering, giving a dangerous feeling about to shatter.
At this mont, Shang Ruyi froze, just lying foolishly in his arms, looking up at him for a while.
Then said: "Feng Chen..."
She called the two words lightly, even with a hint of residual haze and helplessness from the dream, but it was precisely these two words that suddenly cald Yu Wenye’s nearly breaking gaze. He took a deep breath, seeming to convince himself, or suppress sothing, then lowered his head to look at Shang Ruyi, responding solemnly: "Hmm."
This ti, Shang Ruyi was sowhat more awake.
Not a dream.
It’s Yu Wenhuai’s return, he’s right here by her side, those still sowhat stiff arms tightly holding her, this is the intimacy they hadn’t had for days. Though the pain and sorrow from the dream still lingered in her chest, hurting her with every breath, Shang Ruyi still cald down, as if comforted by his embrace.
She gently lowered her head, pressing her cheek against his chest, feeling the real and strong heartbeat.
Then said: "Feng Chen."
The breath above her head deepened, responding again: "Hmm."
It’s real, Yu Wenye.
This man is given to her by heaven, and also her own choice, the only reliance, the only reality in this chaotic world.
She slowly, forcefully grasped him tightly.
And his body temperature and breath, gradually eased the pain brought by the loss in the dream.
She couldn’t tell anyone, this kind of pain couldn’t be expressed in words, besides, once lost, it’s lost. In the dream, she could endure a hundred kinds of pain, the only thing she couldn’t accept was losing the living.
So —
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, making herself more sober, and more calm, then lay tightly against Yu Wenye’s chest, gently said: "Feng Chen."
"Hmm."
He responded to her once more, though quickly, that quickness carried a bit of suppressed stiffness and coldness.
But Shang Ruyi didn’t notice at all, she just tried hard to calm the shock brought by the nightmare of reality and illusion, and then softly said: "Can you send more troops back to Changchun Palace?"
"..."
"My brother only has two hundred n beside him, I’m really worried about his safety."
As soon as the words fell, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a chill.
It seed as if sothing robbed the warmth of the chest she was closely pressed against, even the heavy heartbeat halted for a mont.
Then, Yu Wenye’s voice echoed above her head —
"Shang Ruyi,"
His voice was hoarse, almost unfamiliar, coldly said: "How many people do you still intend to hold in your heart?"
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