Chapter 207:
Lu City.
This was a small border town less than three hundred miles from the Northern Frontier. The Northern Region was poor, the climate harsh, and with the New Year just a few days away, every household had lanterns at their gates, red paper couplets pasted up.
The biting cold could not dim the joy on the faces of the people.
They could no longer remember when they had last been able to celebrate the New Year so peacefully.
But they knew it was all thanks to the King Zhenbei’s merit.
And Lu Ziyan himself, whom the border folk revered as a god, was now in Lu City, knocking on the gate of a certain Separate Courtyard.
The gate was opened by a servant, and in the courtyard stood a tall, slender young man who seemed to have been waiting a long time. His black cloak was covered in white snow, faintly revealing its original color.
Lu Ziyan’s face was as calm as still water as he stepped inside; the people following him stopped outside the gate.
The snow was still falling, and the two men stood in the icy world of ice and snow, facing each other from afar.
Pei Yuqing lightly blinked his eyelashes as a few snowflakes fell, asking, “Where is she?”
Where is she…
His numb heart’s tip was tugged with pain. Lu Ziyan extended his long arm, and the spear in his hand emitted a bloodthirsty low hum. “Do you know that you’re here to die?”
Killing intent swirled around the man opposite him, yet Pei Yuqing remained utterly unmoved, his face extremely calm.
He said faintly, “If I die, your grand plan for the realm won’t go smoothly.”
“Do you think I would care about that?” Lu Ziyan sneered. “I only regret not killing you last year.”
For letting this man become a real couple with his Wanwan.
For letting them cultivate a year of affection!
Pei Yuqing looked at the man opposite him, full of jealousy and hatred, and the calm in his eyes was also broken. The emotions he had tried hard to suppress churned within.
His lips moved. “She was kidnapped by the Jin People… was she harmed?”
With his strength, he had naturally learned that Xie Wanning was not kidnapped by Lu Ziyan.
From the moment he learned the young lady had fallen into the thieves’ den, all his calm and composed demeanor, all his poise and ease in controlling the big picture, was gone.
All of it was gone.
Pei Yuqing had never been so panicked. He couldn’t care about anything, couldn’t manage anything; he abandoned all his urgent tasks and rushed over from the South regardless.
He only wanted to bring his wife home, but halfway he learned she had been rescued by Lu Ziyan and taken by him to the Northern Frontier.
The Emperor had issued an imperial decree ordering them to divorce.
And she was to hold a wedding with another man in the Northern Frontier, announced to the world.
Lu Ziyan would not deliberately ruin his beloved’s reputation, but he had no intention of clarifying things for his love rival. He acted as if he hadn’t heard, his gaze falling on Pei Yuqing’s face.
His eyebrows and eyes, like a painting, were gentle and lingering, his face and lips pale. He must have been exhausted from the long journey; this sickly person’s body couldn’t take it.
It was precisely such an old and frail man who only knew scheming, relying on that face to lure away his Wanwan.
To protect this sickly person’s life, in this chaotic and man-eating world, she—a boudoir lady who complained of fatigue after just a few extra steps—had run off.
A full five days!
He had received no news of her!
Lu Ziyan closed his eyes tightly. “I won’t take your life. From now on, remember this: Wanwan is my wife and has no relation to you whatsoever.”
His voice was hoarse. “She has always loved me. Earlier, I made a mistake, and you took advantage of the vulnerability. Now we have cleared up the misunderstanding, and she has agreed to remarry me.”
“Where is she?” Pei Yuqing pursed his lips. “I want to hear her say it herself.”
Even if that young lady had truly been moved and chosen to divorce him, she should come say it to him in person.
Before leaving the capital, their affection was at its peak, entwined night and day; she had promised to wait for his return.
Letter after letter of family missives carrying longing…
He wanted to hear her say it with her own mouth.
A bit less updated, dear ones make do~~~ Recently started a new book, writing it has left me mentally and physically exhausted, in extreme pain~~~
