Chapter 145: Chapter 87: Still Unwilling to Give Up

The night was like water, with a chill in the air.

Chengyi fell silent for a moment.

Ruoxi’s stunning face was cold, her watery eyes merely glanced at Chengyi, but that glance seemed to carry endless indifference and determination.

Her tone was as calm as the deep night, but her resolve was as unyielding as a rock, “Chengyi, there is no possibility between us anymore. The past is like shattered glass, never to be pieced back together.”

She paused slightly, took a gentle breath, and continued, “If you are a responsible man, treat her well! Even though, to me, you both seem quite detestable.

But I can see that she genuinely likes you. Don’t lose her and then regret it. That’s all I have to say, take care of yourself!”

Her every word was like an icy arrow, piercing straight into Chengyi’s heart, causing him indescribable pain.

When she finished speaking, Ruoxi turned away without hesitation and walked toward Jun Moling.

Her steps were determined, and her demeanor was graceful yet imbued with an unassailable pride. She softly said, “Prince, shall we go back?”

Jun Moling nodded, considerately taking off his coat and gently draping it over Ruoxi, a faint smile on his lips. His gentle voice echoed through the silent night, “It just rained, the air is damp, and the night is dark. Let me lend you my hand so you don’t slip.”

Ruoxi didn’t refuse his coat, merely tightened it around her, but she unceremoniously slapped away his offered hand, “No need, I’m not so frail as to slip, let’s go!”

Jun Moling shook his head slightly in private; she truly didn’t leave him any face! A look of helplessness spread across his handsome face.

However, when his eyes inadvertently swept toward Chengyi and Zhen’er on the other side, a cold, disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

His eyes seemed to mock their mess and wretchedness, carrying a tinge of schadenfreude.

Then, as if afraid of losing something precious, Jun Moling hurriedly quickened his pace to catch up with Ruoxi, carefully guarding her side.

Chengyi held the still-unconscious Zhen’er, watching Ruoxi and Jun Moling walk side by side, their harmonious image resembling a pair of heaven-made partners.

Chengyi’s heart felt like it was struck by a heavy hammer, spreading an instant sour bitterness.

His eyes gradually moistened, but he could only take a deep breath with frustration, trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, carried Zhen’er on his back, and forlornly followed the two of them.

Ruoxi walked slowly, her mind racing with thoughts.

Previously, the reason she suspected the assailant was Xing Yuan was not groundless.

After all, among her enemies, upon careful consideration, Xing Yuan seemed to be the most suspicious.

Moreover, when the person appeared, the cold aura they radiated was incredibly similar to Xing Yuan’s usual sinister demeanor.

However, Xing Yuan relied on Yin Yang Replenishment to cultivate his Asura Evil Qi Skill, yet after checking Zhen’er’s pulse, she found no signs of Xing Yuan’s absorption.

Could it be that person was not Xing Yuan? This matter would have to wait until Zhen’er awoke to inquire in detail.

But given that she had suffered such severe trauma, she was physically and mentally fragile. Would questioning her now be like cruelly salting her open wounds?

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable irritation surged within Ruoxi.

The most crucial thing was that she still did not know who this mysterious person intending to harm her was.

This unknown threat was like a heavy cloud looming over her heart, making her feel extremely oppressed.

After returning to the military camp, Chengyi carried Zhen’er back to the tent.

Jun Moling, being tactful, advised Ruoxi to rest well with a gentle gaze, and then returned to his own tent.

The upcoming tasks weighed heavily like mountains: the military needed comprehensive reorganization, Beichang Country’s letter of surrender had to be accepted, numerous prisoners awaited release, and redrawing borders was imperative.

Jun Moling was acutely aware of his significant responsibilities, with these tasks being pressing and difficult.

Seizing the deepness of the night, before dawn broke, he had to grasp this short period to rest, even if it was just closing his eyes for a moment, to rejuvenate and face the numerous challenges ahead.

Meanwhile, Ruoxi, needing to treat Zhen’er’s injuries and prepare medicine, accompanied Chengyi.

Zhen’er remained in a coma after all the turmoil.

Ruoxi, with focused attention, gently placed her fingertips on Zhen’er’s wrist to carefully take her pulse.

After diagnosis, it was confirmed that she hadn’t been subjected to Yin Yang Replenishment. So then, who was that person? This question loomed even larger in Ruoxi’s mind.

“Military Guard Ning’s arm injury has been mostly cleared by me, it’s not a big issue. I’ll prescribe some medicine for her; have someone get it. With three daily doses, she will soon recover. Also, don’t share a bed with her for the next month, let her properly recuperate. She now…”

Ruoxi hesitated, as her pulse indicated Zhen’er’s injuries were rather severe, and improper recuperation might lead to difficulty with pregnancy later.

But with careful care, having children wouldn’t be an issue.

Ruoxi swallowed the words regarding difficult pregnancy.

Chengyi’s voice carried a hint of dryness as he responded, “Understood.”

Ruoxi, expressionless, walked to the side and picked up a pen to start writing a prescription.

At that moment, she was still wearing Jun Moling’s coat, the long robe nearly dragging on the ground, completely enveloping her slender figure.

Her hair was a disheveled mess, her face spotted with bits of mud, her lips pale, exhaustion evident on her face.

Nonetheless, her bright eyes, luminous as stars, radiated energy, even in such a tired state.

Her every move emitted an indescribable charm, like a transcendent beauty appearing in the mundane world.

Chengyi watched her with a dazed expression, filled with remorse.

What on earth possessed him to lose such a wonderful wife?

The first time he saw her, the thrill in his heart remained vivid in his memory.

She was like the splendid flowers of spring, dazzling and brilliant, one look imprinting deeply on his heart.

That fleeting glance became his eternal beauty.

On their wedding day, his excitement kept him awake all night. The flickering red candles outlined her bashful face. He was filled with joy, afraid to linger for fear of being unable to leave, leaving with the promise to return to her.

Then he went to the military camp, constantly thinking of her in the harsh environment.

In the dead of night, her every smile floated in his mind, longing surging like a tide, making his desire to return stronger.

But who could have foreseen that over time, he inexplicably fell for another woman.

Recalling the time she leapt onto the suspension bridge like a bird, cut the ropes, adeptly dodged, and took precise shots, every movement flowed seamlessly, her dazzling presence stung his eyes.

It’s no wonder the entire army admired her greatly; which man didn’t have eyes that shone when mentioning her.

This brilliant woman, Chengyi couldn’t agree that she didn’t belong to him.

She lowered her head, focusing intently on writing the prescription, thinking of using astragalus and angelica to nourish Zhen’er’s blood.

Just as she wrote the word “Gui”, suddenly, she felt herself being tightly embraced from behind, her heart skipped a beat.

Chengyi’s arms were strong and powerful, yet trembling slightly, as if fearing that if he let go, the person before him would vanish, never to be captured again.

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