Volume 1: Regent Storms 066 She wants to love and protect him + Enter V notification

  Ye Mei was caught off guard and struck, his chest feeling like it had been pierced by a thousand arrows. His beautiful eyes rolled back, and his mouth was filled with bright red blood. His lips curled into a charming smile, and his stunning face seemed to radiate a pitiful beauty. As he fell to the ground, his crimson clothes wrapped around his slender figure. He struggled to prop himself up, slowly crawling towards Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian saw his inner stubbornness, he was telling himself that no matter how far he left, would he come back? Because this body belongs to her.

  Her cold phoenix eyes hid a thick chill, staring straight at him.

  He raised his eyes, still smiling like a flower, stubbornly, relying on the last bit of strength he had left to slowly crawl forward. In her eyes, he was just a plaything for this year's time, but in these few days, her tenderness and care towards him, her selfless devotion to him, poured a tiny bit of warmth into his long-dried-up heart, making him feel that there were still people in the world who cared about him. Although it wasn't her true feelings, but rather her sincerity, wasn't this enough?

  He once hated the world and was disgusted with everyone around him, his past was just a joke, but now he wants to live a good life, not for others, only for himself.

  He gradually lost consciousness, until the figure standing in front of him became increasingly blurred, until he deeply engraved her face and expression in his heart. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, and he slowly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt grateful that he had personally sent her to the border town. If it weren't for the trip to the border town, perhaps he would never have known the meaning of living on his own.

  Feng Ao Tian sat on the soft couch, gazing at him as he crawled towards her with all his might. The determination in his eyes made her heart flutter slightly. She knew that Ye Chui had a stubbornness within him, which was the pride deep in his bones.

  She stood up, walking forward slowly and steadily with each step. For the first time, she wanted to take good care of someone because of the desolation behind his smile. After ten steps, she walked in front of him, half squatting down, helping him up, gently hugging him, turning around, leaving the bedroom, heading towards Yihuan Pavilion.

  Lying on the bed, Feng Yu opened the mosquito net and watched as Feng Ao Tian left, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes. The scene just now, he heard it clearly, his gaze dazedly staring at the ceiling, in Wang Shu's heart, what am I again?

  Feng Ao Tian held Ye Wu Xuan as they walked through the long corridor, lowering his head to gaze at Ye's pale face, the bloodstains on the corners of his mouth still wet, like a broken wooden puppet devoid of life.

  Xie Xi stood at the gate of Yi Huan Ge, and from a distance, he saw the Regent Prince approaching slowly. He quickly knelt down to greet him, "Your humble servant pays respects to the Regent Prince."

  "Hmm, get up." Feng Ao Tian said coldly, then stepped inside and walked to the house, saying in a low voice to Sui Xi who followed him, "Wait at the door."

  "Yes." Rong Yu replied, then lowered his head and stood at the door.

  Feng Ao Tian placed Ye Mei Xi on the bed, took his pulse, and then retrieved a white jade porcelain bottle from her bosom. She poured out a grain of dan medicine and fed it to him. With her palm gathering internal energy, she pushed it towards his heart, enveloping both their bodies in a white glow.

  A horse-drawn carriage made its way through the bustling streets, crowded with people, and finally came to a stop in front of a mansion.

  "Mu Shi Fei has arrived." Ma Fu was a person from the Regent Prince's residence, so he respectfully addressed Mu Hanjin as Mu Shi Fei.

  Mo Hanjin calmed his mind, lifted the curtain of the carriage, raised his eyes, and the sunlight was so dazzling that he couldn't help but close his eyes, slowly opening them again. On the high gate above, two majestic characters were written in bold relief: "Mo Fu".

  A faint, shallow smile spread across his lips as he hastily descended from the carriage. The servants waiting at the mansion thought they were seeing things and rubbed their eyes several times before looking again clearly. Excitedly kneeling on the ground, they shouted loudly, "Second Young Master, you're back!"

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin looked at the servant in front of him, who was a loyal servant born and raised in the Mu household, serving the Mu family for generations. He slightly lifted his foot, wanting to step across the threshold, but hesitated for a long time, afraid that he was dreaming.

  A servant had already rushed into the mansion to report, and from a distance, his excited shouting could be heard, "Second Young Master has returned to the mansion! Old Madam, Second Young Master has returned to the mansion!"

  "Second Master, why don't you go in?" The house servant beside him asked excitedly and quietly, his eyes fixed on Mu Hanjin.

  Mu Hanjin turned his gaze, looking at him, carefully stepping in, and when his feet touched the ground, he finally felt that this was not a dream. He then stepped in with his other foot, the wild joy in his heart was something no one could ever experience. His eyes were slightly moist, two years, exactly two years, he had finally returned.

  "Ji'er... Ji'er..." A distant voice, filled with urgency and a hint of sadness, broke into his thoughts. He quickly composed himself and hastened forward.

  Every single bluestone here carries a familiar flavor, he seems a bit anxious, this is the place where his soul has been lingering for two years, and it's the place he wishes he could fly to. When he saw Mrs. Mu being supported by the maid walking towards him, his beloved mother, he "thudded" and knelt on the ground, heavily knocking three loud heads, "Child greets mother."

  "Jing'er? Is it Jing'er? Has Jing'er come back?" Old Lady Mu trembled as she walked forward, gazing at Mu Hanjing kneeling before her, her eyes wet with tears, forcing back sobs, and asked in a choked voice.

  "Mother, it's the child, the child has worried you." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes, already tear-stained on his collar. He still remembered that two years ago, his mother had no white hair, but now she was already a head full of silver threads and speckled temples. His heart felt guilty, his older brother was far away at the border, he was imprisoned in the Regent Prince's mansion for two years, his father had sacrificed himself for the country, his mother had not yet recovered from the pain of losing her husband, and now she was watching her own child get into trouble again. How could she not be worried?

  It can be imagined that in these two years, she has been holding up this big mansion with great faith and strong will, waiting for their return.

  Mrs. Mu's hands trembled as she reached out, gently stroking Mu Hanjin's face with great care, and finally choked back tears, "My child, Mother has finally waited for you to come back."

  "It's unfilial of me!" Mu Hanjin knelt in front of Old Lady Mu, throwing herself into her arms, filled with remorse.

  In an instant, the long-separated mother and son cried together, and no one dared to disturb them. The old woman, maidservant, and slaves on the side were also in tears.

  "Older brother, you're back, that's all that matters." A clear and lovely voice rang out, breaking the warm and touching scene.

  Digression

  As I write this chapter, Lemon is writing with a heartache. Whether it's Ye Huan or Mu Hanjin, they each have their own helplessness and stories behind them. They are not weak, but rather forced into a corner. Please believe that they will become stronger.

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