Chapter 283:
The sea of corpses and blood filled her vision, making Xie Wanning’s soul body faintly smell the sweet fishiness of blood.
The man who caused all this had now ascended to the highest point of the city wall, looking down with drooping eyes. The spear in his hand, which had reaped countless lives, was stained with blood dripping down steadily, his gaze holding icy indifference toward all life.
That maniacal version of him was hidden beneath this iciness.
Nowhere to be seen.
But Xie Wanning knew he had gone even madder.
He had fallen in love with the feeling of reaping lives.
As the monarch of a nation, he loved slaughter, loved war, loved the thrill of dancing on the edge of life and death.
He personally led the army into battle, not for the country, nor for the citizens.
Purely because he wanted to kill people.
The sound of a blade cutting through the air arrived.
One man and one soul both turned toward the Hidden Arrow rapidly shooting toward them.
Lu Ziyan’s gaze remained unruffled, not even his brow twitching, as if he hadn’t seen that arrow at all.
Soon, the dull sound of the arrow piercing flesh and organs rang out.
The stern figure, seemingly indestructible, swayed slightly.
“Don’t!”
Xie Wanning cried out in collapse.
A sensation of weightlessness hit her, and she jerked upright, her pupils filled with panic.
Dead.
Pierced through the heart by one arrow.
He was surely doomed to die.
So this was the death on the battlefield he had spoken of?
He could have dodged it.
Xie Wanning was absolutely certain he had seen that Hidden Arrow.
It was that he no longer wanted to live.
That madman!
He had tormented himself enough, and tormented the people of the world enough too.
So, he didn’t want to live anymore!
Madman!
Sourness stung her nose, hot tears rolling down from Xie Wanning’s eyes.
Her hands clutching the bedding trembled.
It was suicide.
Not death on the battlefield at all.
Because of her death, he didn’t want to live either.
After dying and being reborn, she had already remarried someone else.
What had she done.
Time and again in front of him, she had intertwined fingers with other men, full of affection.
She had embraced Pei Yuqing, kissed him, slept with him.
Done so cleanly and ruthlessly, not giving him any opportunity to ask her to stay.
He had spat blood and shed tears multiple times, yet she remained heartless, completely unmoved.
So resolute—was it truly because she had completely let go of the affection from her past life?
Only Xie Wanning herself knew.
No.
She was just afraid of the tragic consequence in her dream.
Loving him had cost her her life; she could no longer afford to love him.
And afraid that lard covered her heart again, continuing to repeat the same mistakes.
So, she had acted without leaving any room, simply to make sure she couldn’t turn back.
To force him to give up too, she had used every means possible.
Going with the flow, she had consummated her marriage with Pei Yuqing.
……More than once.
She had prepared herself for a lifetime where men and women married separately and had nothing to do with each other.
But things went against her wishes; she was kidnapped, and he traveled thousands of miles to rescue her.
The fateful entanglement left her powerless.
Unwilling to harm Pei Yuqing, she came up with a “win-win” solution, abandoning everything to escape.
An accidental fake death.
Now, in that madman’s eyes, she had died once again…
Could he still go on living?
Just like in the dream, he attacked the Great Jin, slaughtering one city after another…
Later, on which battlefield did he die?
Jin Kingdom Capital City, …or somewhere else.
The events in the dream progressed too quickly; Xie Wanning couldn’t remember.
But the trajectory identical to her past life made her convinced that the madman in this life probably didn’t want to live either.
He would go seek his own death.
He would die…
Xie Wanning haphazardly wiped her tears, trembling as she lifted the quilt. Her legs were soft when she got out of bed.
She had to go stop him.
She had never thought of letting him die.
Even at the times she hated him the most, she had never thought of letting him die.
Hehe~ Want an extra update? There’s one more chapter in drafts—post it tomorrow, or today?
