Translated by: Tinker
T/N: Zhao Nanyu will remember all of his three lifetimes with Song Luan in this chapter. Don’t be confused.
Zhao Nanyu’s chest seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, all his limbs were cold, and his eyes were tinged red like blood. He covered his chest, and his other hand was strongly holding the edge of the bed. His throat tasted fishy. He couldn’t resist the bloody breath out of his throat, and he spat out blood instantaneously.
Song Luan was so shocked. She helped him hurriedly as she asked, “What’s wrong with you?!”
Zhao Nan took a look at her, the corners of his lips wriggled, but he fainted before he could say anything.
When he opened his eyes, his face was already covered with blood. There were fierce fighting sounds in his ears. Soldiers with swords were constantly fighting around him.
“Kill!” The general’s armor was covered with blood, so he couldn’t see his appearance.
Zhao Nanyu found that he couldn’t control his body. He could only watch himself lift the sword and cut off the head of the man on his side. The vice general behind him widened his eyes in disbelief. “You…you betrayed the Lord!? You joined the rebels!”
With a sneer, he raised his sword and pierced the vice general’s heart. His eyes were cold as he said, “Open the city gate.”
The nearly ten thousand pro-army soldiers that were stationed in the capital had been under his command for a long time. His attendants immediately opened the gate of the city. A crowd of soldiers with red eyes rushed in and killed people to the imperial palace.
The man was dressed in black. His pale face was splashed with fresh blood. He was murderous. He held the hilt in his hand, and the sharp blade slowly crossed the ground. His eyes looked coldly at the people in the city tower.
Since the emperor was in power, the troops guarding the imperial palace didn’t have a strong foothold. The commander of the guard army and the king of southwest who rebelled against the army were enemies.
Even if the commander surrendered today, his future would be extremely bleak, so he took the fare-faced princess to the tower, tied her hands tightly, and whispered in her ear, “I have wronged you.”
The princess and her husband (southwest prince) had been married for many years and their feelings were like honey. If there was an instance that a ruthless son of the world could be merciless, it could only be regarding the little princess’ matters.
The commander didn’t want to kill the little princess. He just wanted to save his life.
He said to the people below in a loud voice, “If you dare to go one step further, I will kill her.”
The knife across the little princess’s neck advanced a few points.
With a smile on the southwest’s young prince’s lips, he asked his attendants for a bow and arrow. He raised his hand, aiming at the woman in red on the wall.
Zhao Nanyu’s eyes widened, and he saw his other self with his own eyes. Without hesitation, he shot the arrow out. His posture was perfect.
Most of the people didn’t expect that the son of the southwest king, who had always loved his wife, would be so cruel and merciless that he shot his wife without hesitation.
The little princess was pushed down from the city tower by the arrow, and her body continued to fall. With a bang, she landed heavily, and her trickling blood flowed out of her head.
Zhao Nanyu looked at the face that was exactly like Song Luan, and towards himself who killed her with an arrow with his own hands. He shouted, “No!”
Excluding himself, no one else heard him.
Without even looking at his wife’s body, he said to the soldiers behind him, “I killed for the glory of all.”
He was the most beloved son of the southwest king and the most popular son of the southwest frontier. He had a great cause and would never be hindered by small love.
After all, the guards could not resist the pressure of the army.
The golden city had become a purgatory, full of corpses. Every place seemed to have been washed by the blood, even the heavy rain could not wash it away.
The blood on his face had already condensed into deep red, and his cold aura was ruthlessly rampant. He had murderous eyes, so the deputy commander hesitated to talk to him.
He glanced at him coldly, “If you have anything to say, just say it.”
“The princess’ body…is still at the ground of the tower…what to do with…”
For so many years, they were considered a golden couple that could rival the gods and goddesses.
An innocent and kind-hearted princess with a gentle and handsome prince. They never quarreled, and there was love everywhere.
Before the southwest king rebelled, he was also worried whether his beloved son would be exhausted by his love affair.
But what he did was beyond the imagination of the southwest king.
However this was good, it wasn’t good for a prince to be weak.
His son had the correct mindset. It was only right that this should be given to him.
The corners of his lips narrowed into a straight line, and his face suddenly looked ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll go and have a look at the body myself.”
The rainstorm began to rest, and only a drizzle came down.
The little princess laid on the ground quietly with her eyes closed. Her beautiful face, hair, and hands were covered with blood.
She was dressed in a finely embroidered wedding dress that she seemed to have made for herself, just like the day she married him.
The southwest prince still remembered that on the day she married him, she wore this dress with a sweet smile on her face, her cheeks and ears were flushed red, and her hands were tensely holding on to her sleeve.
Her heart was afraid of death but still pretended to be very strong and powerful.
She said, “I don’t care who you are. I’m my father’s favorite daughter. If you don’t treat me well, I’ll let him kill you.”
“The princess is so fierce.”
The little princess was teased red by his words, so she turned around, and hummed with arrogance, “You’re good to be afraid. I dare you to bully me. I’m a real gold branch and jade leaf!”
She was pampered and was born to be spoiled.
It’s a little girl who grew up in the hands of the emperor and queen. She had no idea.
Over the years, he did like her.
However, even if she was not killed today, the overall situation would make the little princess hate him all her life.
Let her go clean like this.
It’s also a good thing.
The identity of the former princess was a curse. Zhao Nanyu knew that she would never wrong him, so it would be better if she died.
It was better if he sent her off than her dying in someone else’s hands.
He squatted down, and his dark eyes stared at her lifeless body. The arrow was still stuck in the chest of the little princess. He raised his hand and pulled it out.
The rain made her face wet. He looked at her for a long time.
He straightened up slowly, turned his back, and closed his eyes. “I’ll bury you in Dingling tomb. After a hundred years, I’ll be buried with you.”
Zhao Nanyu looked at this scene while feeling numb in his body. He couldn’t believe how he could do this to her.
He loved Song Luan so much that he couldn’t bear to see her hurt and sad. How could he kill her?
As soon as the picture turned, Zhao Nanyu saw Song Luan again. She became his wife again, but with a disdainful smile on her face and a sarcastic look in her eyes.
Song Luan seemed to hate him very much, and even refused to say a word more.
And he didn’t like his wife very much.
The two hadn’t seen each other for three months, it was the longest time. He had a residence outside Zhao’s family residence, so whenever he didn’t want to go back to Zhao’s residence, he would stay outside.
Song Luan’s disgust for him was utterly obvious. She refused to speak well every time she was called. Her words were sharp and she never gave up half a word.
Not only that, Song Luan attracted other men, constantly provoking them, but never looked at Zhao Nanyu.
She even wanted to leave him for other men. Zhao Nanyu finally couldn’t help but poison her.
Before Song Luan’s death, he went to see her in a good mood. After being tortured by poison for several years, she was as thin as wood and even had no strength to get up.
Zhao Nanyu saw that he took out the dagger and pierced it into her heart with a sneer. The dagger was dirtied with her blood, so he threw the dagger and wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.
He poured oil on the outside of her room. The fire reflected his indifferent face. He laughed as he threw the fire torch on the ground.
The fire quickly became fierce, and it burned her clean.
Zhao Nanyu couldn’t tell whether this was real or a dream. He couldn’t believe he killed her again.
Seeing Song Luan’s death again, Zhao Nanyu could no longer feel the pain.
His eyes were scarlet red as he looked at the burning house with no regrets of killing his wife.
…
Then, Zhao Nanyu saw the scene of him tremblingly killing Song Luan, who was in great pain.
He held Song Luan in his arms, his hands quivering, and a few tears streaked on his cheek. Even though his heart was like a knife, he killed Song Luan because he couldn’t bear to see her in pain.
This was the third time.
For every three times, it seemed that his heart was gouged out.
Suddenly a strange man appeared in front of Zhao Nanyu’s sight. He was wearing a Taoist robe, and his mouth was smiling. “You remember it all.”
Zhao Nanyu’s face was pale, and his throat was sour, he couldn’t make any sound.
The young man smiled slightly, “Do you remember what the princess said before she died?”
He saw that she seemed to have said a word before she was pierced, but he didn’t hear it.
The handsome Taoist kindly reminded him, “The little princess said that she never wanted to meet you again. If she met you, she would never fall in love with you.”
“If she falls in love, she wouldn’t die easily.”
This was her punishment for herself, for being ignorant.
Zhao Nanyu’s face completely lost its blood color, his lips turned pale, and his voice was ethereal, “So what?”
“And after you have accomplished your cause, you want to be with her in the next life.” The Taoist said with a smile, “You are so stubborn that you have indeed won her again in the next life.”
But this time, it was not easy for her to die.
Zhao Nanyu strained his back, and his heart ached so much that he could not stand.
The Taoist continued, “I can’t bear to see you continue to torture each other, so I helped you.”
“She will never fall in love with you. Maybe she will fall in love with other men, but she will never treat you with the love that a man and woman have. As long as she does not love you, she will never end up in a bad end.”
Therefore, if Zhao Nanyu wanted her for a long time, he couldn’t be delusional and wished for her to like him.
This was also his retribution.
Several generations of retribution.
Love and gain could never stand together.
And he had to worry whether Song Luan would like other men for the rest of his life.
Every time Zhao Nanyu killed her, he could recognize her–the lover he had been looking for a long time.
Only after killing her could Zhao Nanyu remember everything.
***
Song Luan stayed in front of the bed, and after a while, she yawned. She was sleepy, but she couldn’t fall asleep even if she was.
Zhao Nanyu hadn’t woken up yet. He murmured words, but she couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying.
The doctors were slow to come. They arrived in the middle of the night.
The doctor rushed to the house with the medical box. After probing his pulse, he said, “Madam, he just fainted. He will wake up after taking the medicine.”
That’s it!?
Song Luan didn’t believe it. She pointed to the man who was still unconscious in the bed, and said, “But he vomited blood.”
The doctor shook his head and said, “It should not be.”
He coughed. “Maybe it’s because he was so angry that he vomited blood.”
Song Luan didn’t know much about this either, so she nodded and said, “I’ll give him the decoction.”
No one dares to give her such rough work, so the servant girl cooked the medicine for her and brought it in.
Song Luan blew the medicine cold and sent it to Zhao Nanyu’s mouth. However, the man was in a coma, so she struggled to feed him.
He even vomited the medicine out.
Song Luan lost her patience after feeding him once or twice. She placed the medicine aside and pinched his face. “You drink this medicine or not.”
Was it because she didn’t say she liked him? He vomited blood to scare her.
She wanted to say she liked him, but she couldn’t make a sound.
Song Luan thought about this messed up thing. She fought with her eyelids and finally fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
***
Suddenly, Zhao Nanyu opened his eyes and turned around. He found Song Luan was lying sound asleep on him.
Zhao Nanyu thought of all the evils he had done before.
He killed his wife himself for the sake of the emperor.
In order not to be shackled by love, he got rid of the person he loved.
He did get the throne, and also the boundless loneliness.
Zhao Nanyu’s throat still had a musty smell. He coughed twice. Although the voice was very low, he still woke up the woman lying on him.
Song Luan opened her eyes vaguely and said, “You are awake.”
Zhao Nanyu startled her today. He was unconscious for a while after vomiting blood, and even after inviting the doctor to see him, he still did not wake up.
Song Luan tried to give him medicine on the way, but she couldn’t feed him. There was also no response from him.
Song Luan was afraid that he would die, and that big mouthful of blood he spat out scared out her three spirits and six spirits.
In her eyes, Zhao Nanyu was a strong man who wouldn’t get hurt.
What’s the matter! He kissed her and spat blood after? Then she won’t kiss him again.
Zhao Nanyu slowly sat up, and his eyes were dark. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and chuckled in a low voice. His laughter sounded a bit grim.
Song Luan looked at him and felt that he was crazier.
She touched his forehead, a little worried about him, “What’s the matter with you? Are you still sick?”
Zhao Nanyu looked at her, who didn’t remember anything. He laughed and said softly, “I’m okay.”
Just after finishing these three words, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Song Luan hurriedly found a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. “You…What the hell is going on!”
How angry he was that he vomits blood at every turn!
Zhao Nanyu threw up because he couldn’t bear the chest pain.
He had been in hell. Although they were entangled for such a long time, Zhao Nanyu did not intend to let Song Luan go.
Song Luan belongs to him.
She could only belong to him.
If Song Luan falls in love with other men in the future, whether it’s the scholar who visited earlier or an elegant young talent, Zhao Nanyu wouldn’t resist the desire to kill them just by thinking about it.
Song Luan was wearing a single dress, her collar was slightly open, and her white shoulder was half exposed. She looked ignorant and innocent.
Zhao Nanyu hugged her, and his eyes were gloomy, “I can’t let you go.”
You can’t go.
You can’t fall in love with others.
You can’t leave me.
Zhao Nanyu did not want to kill her again and again, and then live in endless pain.
Song Luan was pinched a little bit by him, “You are not in a good mood.”
The male lead was amazing.
Whenever he was in a bad mood, he bullied her.
So angry.
Zhao Nanyu laughed and said, “Well, it’s not very good.”
In the end, Song Luan’s mood was not very good either. Zhao Nanyu, who was ill, was very brave and energetic enough to make her soft.
Her waist was broken and her legs were tightly tied around his waist.
The strength to cry was gone.
Zhao Nanyu lowered his head, sucked the tears from the corner of her eyes, and pinched her waist. The only phrase that lingered around his ears was: “she will remember.”
Zhao Nanyu’s fingers combed through her hair, and whispered, “Don’t remember.”
“My favorite person is you.”
“I will love you very much.”
Song Luan, who was already in a dream, could not hear these words.
The woman in his arms shrank and murmured twice. He stretched out his arms and held her neck tightly.
He rubbed her body and licked her lips. “Ah, you are so warm.”
