Chapter 898 - Chapter 898: Chapter 896: How Delicate
Chapter 898: Chapter 896: How Delicate
She had fallen into Mu Fei’s trap!
Did he actually want to use her to protect Ah Jing?
“But this connected hearts gu…”
There were still things she didn’t understand.
If Mu Fei went to such lengths to protect Ah Jing, why would he feed her the connected hearts gu?
“Perhaps the connected hearts gu wasn’t administered by Mu Fei. Maybe she had already anticipated Mu Fei’s end.”
Chu Yihan glanced at the girl lying on the bed, who had closed her eyes, looking extremely peaceful in death.
She looked composed, with a trace of a frozen smile on her lips. She didn’t seem like someone forced to die, but someone who had been prepared.
“Did she do it willingly?”
Su Yingxue sighed deeply. She couldn’t understand how someone as mentally twisted and cruel as Mu Fei could have someone willing to die for him.
That night, Su Yingxue struggled to sleep for a long time.
Wrapped in her clothing, she stood by the window, gazing up at the moonlight outside. The night sky was a deep, dark blue, like an infinite curtain, with the full moon hanging high and no stars to ornament it, making it seem especially lonely.
Even though it radiated a gentle glow, it was still alone.
Just like some people, who rush through life in solitude.
“Are you feeling sorry for that young girl?”
The man’s slightly moist voice flowed into her heart like a spring.
Su Yingxue glanced sideways, her cheeks puffed, “Yes, Ah Jing had no parents and suffered a lot, but her thoughts were pure, truly rare. She was only Mu Fei’s female slave; I originally wanted to bring her back to the Great Cheng Dynasty and provide her with a stable life, yet she followed Mu Fei in death.”
It really made her feel regretful.
Such a clean and pure girl.
“Her heart was set on Mu Fei. To follow him to hell might not be a bad thing. A doctor can sense a patient’s emotions. When you examined Ah Jing’s body, did you feel her pain?” Chu Yihan gently nudged her with the tip of his nose, his warm breath curling around her ear.
Su Yingxue recalled, “There’s no form of death that isn’t painful. Although I’ve never experienced the agony of being devoured by a gu, it’s definitely not easier than cutting one’s wrists or biting one’s tongue.”
“With it being so difficult, yet she accepted it gladly—does that not prove her happiness?”
Every sentence from Chu Yihan seemed to perfectly untangle the knots in Su Yingxue’s heart.
Su Yingxue looked down and smiled, “I never knew before that Your Highness was such a thoughtful person.”
Although Chu Yihan had great talent and was more suited to be an emperor than Chu Mingyuan, before she married him, she always felt that he lived only in legends, a figure high above everyone else.
She had never thought that such a lofty, almost divine person could be so attentive.
“My attentiveness is reserved for you alone,” Chu Yihan said as he gently stroked her cascade of hair, the tenderness in his touch as if he were caressing a child.
“Really? How thoughtful are you towards me, my husband?”
Su Yingxue playfully wrapped her arms around Chu Yihan’s waist, stood on her tiptoes, and with slightly squinted eyes, she sized up Chu Yihan, like a little fox sharpening its claws, up to something.
Chu Yihan couldn’t be unaware of what the little fox was after. He pinched her fox-like paws, recollecting slowly, word by word.
“You stopped wetting the bed at five, became picky with food at six, loved sweets at seven, made a fuss outside the Marquis’s Manor at eight, at nine…”
Chu Yihan recounted one by one the minute details of Su Yingxue’s life, remembering them all crisply, even including her moods and temper at specific times, as though he had personally witnessed every single scene.