Chapter 357: Chapter 201: Slaying the Emperor

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.

The air outside was thick with the smell of alcohol, and the sound of singing never ceased.

A few young women were enthusiastically pulling Xie Yunliu around to dance.

Outside Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe’s courtyard, two affectionate camels, left unattended, trotted hoof-in-hoof to the courtyard gate, where they knelt down, nuzzling each other.

Strange sounds came from inside the house, and the two camels perked up their ears in unison.

They seemed to be listening to something.

Camel Xiaomo nudged Camel Xiaohe with its mouth. Camel Xiaohe nodded, its brown fur damp, as if it had been splashed with alcohol on the way here.

Camel Xiaomo bravely mounted Camel Xiaohe.

A short while later, they perked up their ears to listen again. The two camels rolled over, actually swapping positions.

Ah, so they were secretly learning.

Finally, the two camels grew tired, white foam frothing from their mouths.

A sharp-eyed man of the Great Desert, drunk and carrying a wine jug, stumbled off to relieve himself.

He happened to see the two camels rolling around by the side of the path.

He scoffed.

He cursed with a laugh, "Those two stupid beasts. Don’t even know to pick a better day for a fight."

The long night gradually grew hot and restless, stirring the heart and soul.

On their wedding night, silence was more eloquent than words.

Xie Luohe’s Madness made Zheng Xiu suddenly feel that, in this instant, any words would be superfluous.

Their souls seemed to drift, as if they were sitting in a small boat.

The one rowing was Xie Luohe. She rowed with all her might, on and on and on.

Suddenly, Xie Luohe grew quiet. She stared blankly, tears streaming down her face.

Rowing is exhausting work.

Zheng Xiu was soon plunged into deep waters and scorching flames. But he was Zheng Xiu, after all. He decided to proceed methodically, without pride or impatience, delving deeper layer by layer, advancing step by step. Soon, the boat reached a shore, yet the two still wished to row further. So they turned over and over, again and again, endlessly.

The act of rowing, seemingly dull and tedious, held a profound, hidden meaning.

In the blink of an eye, they had unknowingly spent the entire night at it.

Zheng Xiu discovered something unexpected.

He finally knew where Xie Luohe’s Mystic birthmark was.

Xie Luohe’s Mystic birthmark was very large and very pale.

Later, it gradually became hard to see clearly.

The lamp had been blown out at some point.

「The next day.」

The sun was already high in the sky.

The room was a complete mess, littered with fragments of torn clothing.

"Xie Luohe" was wrapped in a thin sheet, her long hair falling to cover her right eye. "Xie Luohe" lowered her head, sniffed herself, and frowned.

She looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, and the memory of last night made her ears burn red.

She studied Zheng Xiu’s face carefully, comparing it to the person in her memory.

"Just as I thought."

Xie Luohe murmured softly. She looked down at her own pale palm, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked up at Zheng Xiu’s face again, took a deep breath, and slowly reached her hand toward his face, inching closer and closer.

Xie Luohe’s fingertip brushed against Zheng Xiu’s serenely sleeping, almost cherubic face, and then pulled away instantly.

She froze.

A moment later, tears streamed down Xie Luohe’s face.

Zheng Xiu woke up in a daze, his back and hips aching, his whole body feeling drained.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a soft little hand rubbing his face vigorously.

"Where are you rubbing?"

Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes, but the sight before him made him bolt upright in bed.

In that instant, Zheng Xiu vaguely saw Feng Bei vigorously rubbing his face with that "see-and-destroy" Celestial Killer Lone Star hand of hers.

Feng Bei... Feng Bei?!

Enlightenment struck Zheng Xiu like a bucket of cold water. He remembered what Xie Luohe had said last night.

"You..."

Zheng Xiu started to speak, but then stopped.

He truly didn’t know what to say at that moment.

Xie Luohe smiled faintly. "She didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to you in person."

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu’s face became a meme of shock. "Feng... Feng... Feng Bei, let me explain."

"Mm, go on."

Feng Bei raised her palm and waved it in front of Zheng Xiu’s face, her icy eyes brimming with killing intent.

It looked as though she was ready to slap Zheng Xiu into oblivion at the slightest disagreement.

"I... She..."

Zheng Xiu was sweating profusely. He stammered for a good while before finally closing his eyes in defeat. "Just do it."

After a while.

A familiar roar of laughter echoed in his ears. "HAHAHAHA!"

Zheng Xiu cracked his eyes open to peek and saw that the person who had looked like Feng Bei in his daze had changed back into the familiar "Xie Luohe." She was leaning over the head of the bed, shaking with laughter.

"Look at you, you coward! And you had the nerve to boast about wanting Feng Bei to come back! HAHAHA!"

Zheng Xiu was stunned. "You tricked me again?"

"You silly fool, who told you to believe it?"

Xie Luohe shot Zheng Xiu a seductive glance.

Zheng Xiu suddenly felt like he had been thoroughly duped.

It seemed he had been tricked again.

Xie Luohe got up, intending to find some clothes, but after just two steps, she staggered, losing her balance.

Zheng Xiu rushed forward to support her. He looked at Xie Luohe, whose elegant brows were slightly furrowed, and his feelings were complicated. Whether she had tricked him or not, Xie Luohe was now the person closest to him in this world, his one true wife.

"Lie back down." Zheng Xiu pushed Xie Luohe back onto the bed. She opened her mouth, about to say something, when Zheng Xiu cut her off with a "Don’t mess around." Then, in an undeniably domineering tone, he said, "Listen to me."

Xie Luohe immediately closed her mouth, quietly watching Zheng Xiu get up, dress in front of her, and walk out of the house with a wooden bucket.

The dry firewood was all kept in the Mohe Pavilion. Zheng Xiu shouldered a bamboo pole, pushed open the courtyard gate, and headed for the Mohe Pavilion.

Inside the house.

Only "Xie Luohe" was left alone.

Everything around her felt both familiar and strange.

Who knows how long passed... how long... how long.

"Xie Luohe" looked at her own palm again and again. She lay back on the bed, pulling the bedding into her arms with force. She greedily hugged it, feeling the last bit of warmth that remained, her long eyelashes trembling above her tightly shut eyes.

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