Chapter 424: Keeping Vigil
Back then, Yun Rong rejected Princess Ji Wan's marriage proposal. Why is she now taking the initiative to propose a marriage?
Is the storyline about to unfold?
Sang Luo recalled what the old village chief Xu had said—Princess Ji Wan died on the day of her wedding with the God Lord. Could it be this time? This princess is too short-lived.
Sang Luo fell into a dilemma.
To make matters worse, she still had to maintain the princess's persona. Everyone in the world knew that Princess Ji Wan was infatuated with Yun Rong, the young master of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. The old patriarch of the Red Fox Clan didn't even ask before agreeing to the marriage. If Sang Luo refused again, it would arouse suspicion…
After the princess's body died, her soul would leave this physical body and return to its origin, unless something unexpected happened… This was also the only method Sang Luo could take when she couldn't find her original body.
She hadn't done it before, partly because she was afraid of the pain and partly because she was afraid of interfering with the timeline. Now, going along with the timeline could be considered fate.
“When will the wedding be held?” Sang Luo turned to ask the patriarch.
“If there are no other matters, let's hold it next month. From what the young master said, he wants to marry you as soon as possible,” the patriarch said happily.
However, the daughter didn't seem as happy as he imagined. “Marrying so soon, won't the timing be a bit rushed?”
“Oh? If you still have something you want to prepare properly, we can pick another auspicious day, and I'll discuss it with the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.”
Sang Luo shook her head. “No need, let's just do it next month.”
She looked out the window. The spring rain was continuous, knocking off many new buds from the flowering trees.
It's just that she was a little reluctant to part with that little fox. After all, she still had to face the day of farewell…
…
The plum rain season was mostly damp and cold. Yun Qi had been staying in the courtyard recently and hadn't gone out much. His illness had almost completely recovered, but he was greedily attached to that little bit of warmth. Sang Luo was also happy to indulge his little thoughts and would often take the time to come and accompany him.
“Is Your Highness in a bad mood?” Yun Qi saw that she had been listless since she came back and brewed a cup of hot tea for her.
Sang Luo snapped out of her thoughts and stared at him. Suddenly, she said something completely unrelated.
“Is your body better?”
“Huh? Your Highness…” Yun Qi was surprised.
“This palace remembers what you said last time. As a side husband, you haven't fulfilled your duties as a side husband, and you've indeed been wronged.”
“Cough!” The young man seemed to have choked on a sip of tea, his cheeks flushed slightly. He lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
Sang Luo felt much better seeing his shy appearance. She reached out and lifted his chin, her red lips parted slightly, “This palace will give you a chance, how about it? Only this once.”
“…Qi's cold is better, and he won't bring his illness to Your Highness.”
The young man's breathing became heavy. He picked her up by the waist and turned to walk towards the bedroom, his steps steady but with a hint of haste.
The door of the room was closed. Sang Luo lay on the large bed covered with soft cloud quilts, her messy long hair scattered on the bed, her eyebrows and eyes carrying a trace of charm.
The faint fragrance emanating from the female body made people even more infatuated.
Yun Qi's Adam's apple bobbed. Unable to restrain his burning desire, he knelt on the white mat, pressing out deep folds. One hand supported him by her side, and the other slender hand held down her fingers. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, his slender fingers falling behind her, slowly taking off the layers of robes and skirts like drawing silk from a cocoon…
There were no lights lit in the room, and the curtains were drawn. The room was dimly lit, and only the intertwined sounds of breathing could be heard, the temperature gradually rising—
At the last moment, Sang Luo suddenly called to stop. “Wait.”
The young man's flushed and suppressed face showed pain, his voice pleading, “Your Highness…”
“Forget it, let's rest first.” She suddenly lost interest again, turned around, and covered herself with the quilt, covering herself tightly.
Alas, no matter how regretful, she couldn't mess around with someone else's body.
What she couldn't get, she couldn't get.
It would be good to keep the young man's beauty in her memory.
However, Yun Qi didn't know what Sang Luo was thinking. He curled up, and it took him a long time to suppress the pain. A strong sense of loss and frustration flashed in his eyes.
Why wouldn't she accept him?
Could it be that he couldn't arouse the female's desire?
This half of his face… He had searched through many medical books but still hadn't found a way to completely cure it.
The enchanting atmosphere dissipated, and the temperature in the room also dropped. The young man wrapped his arms around Sang Luo's waist from behind, his chin resting on her neck, his voice still carrying a trace of unscattered hoarseness, “Your Highness, I'm a little cold. Can I hold you to sleep?”
This little fox was used to acting coquettishly.
Sang Luo couldn't refuse him and sighed softly, “If one day I leave, what will you do?”
The young man gently rubbed the back of her neck and murmured, “I will always wait for Your Highness.”
“What if you can't wait back? The kind of departure where you can never see me again,” she said.
Yun Qi's movements stopped, and the arms around her waist suddenly tightened. “Your Highness!”
“…There will always be many accidents in a person's life, full of separation and farewell. No one can guarantee that they will always be with someone.”
The young man's hands slowly relaxed again. After a long while, he replied in a low voice,
“Then I will keep vigil for Your Highness.”
He said,
“I once heard an ancient and beautiful legend that after a person dies, as long as she remains in the memories of others, a wisp of her soul will remain in the world and never dissipate.”
“If someone keeps vigil for a dead person for ten thousand years, moves the heavens and the earth, and the Beast God takes pity, he will let the two meet again.”
Sang Luo didn't expect that there was such a legend about keeping vigil. Recalling the past, her thoughts were complicated, “It's just a legend, don't take it seriously.”
“Yes, it's just a legend, just a lie for the living to comfort themselves. But if even the lie is gone, what can they use to support that last trace of obsession to continue living?” Yun Qi said softly, “If Your Highness hasn't returned after ten thousand years, I will go find Your Highness.”
“…What nonsense are you talking about!”
One or two, what are you doing with this idea of dying for love!
Sang Luo turned around angrily, raised her eyes but met the young man's deep and firm ink eyes. She was stunned and lost in thought, and the words of reprimand also swallowed back into her throat. She took a deep breath, reached out and hugged the young man's slender waist, buried her head in his still somewhat thin but strong and powerful embrace,
She said in a muffled voice, “No matter what happens, live well, live for yourself. Whether you wait for me or not, you are not allowed to do such a stupid thing… If one day I really leave, you let me go and find another good female who likes you and cherishes you.”
“But the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox can only have one partner in his life. I have already married Your Highness, and there will be no one else.”
Sang Luo listened to the young man's affectionate confession, but felt sad.
Another person had said these words to her, and she knew very well the loyalty of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox to their partner.
But, she was not Princess Ji Wan, and the person Yun Qi married was not Sang Luo.
Some things were wrong from the beginning, and she didn't dare to covet too much.
Sang Luo let go of him, turned around, tidied her clothes, and got out of bed. The young man was at a loss, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly, “Your Highness! Did I say something wrong? Don't go…”
Sang Luo slowly unwound his fingers, “I have to leave for a trip next month.”
“Where is Your Highness going? I can go with Your Highness!”
“It's a coincidence, back to your hometown, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.” Her voice didn't fluctuate much, “Soon, I will marry Yun Rong and take him as my main husband.”
A bit of writer's block, I need to sort it out, see you tomorrow.
