NFBE Chapter 33 Dream Shattered, Death 2
Chapter 33 Dream Shattered, Death 2
When everyone arrived, they saw this scene.
Nalan Jingwen ignored them, as if he hadn't noticed their arrival, and continued to pry open the corpses one by one until he still didn't see Liu Qishan.
His eyes were filled with an endless storm, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, his whole body tense, and he remained silent with his eyes lowered.
The crowd looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and knelt down before Nalan Jingwen.
"Your Highness! That young master is probably..."
The rest is left unsaid; everyone knows what's going on.
Nalan Jingwen stood with his back to them, his fiery figure enveloped in a gloomy and suffocating aura.
She slowly walked to the edge of the cliff. The mountain wind brushed her face, and the sandstorm was so strong that it made her eyes red.
The figure paused, stopped, and bent down as if picking something up.
Nalan Jingwen suddenly laughed out loud, looking down at the jade hairpin in his hand.
The laughter was hoarse and suppressed, filled with a sense of melancholy, sending chills down one's spine.
She gently stroked it, and a crack appeared on the jade hairpin. A trace of blood seeped in, as hot and burning as cinnabar on her heart.
She closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time. When she spoke again, her voice was calm, but the crimson in her eyes had not faded.
He placed the jade hairpin in his bosom, turned around and said, "Search to the bottom of the cliff. We must find them alive or dead!"
The last few words were spoken with almost all their might.
"Yes!"
Although they were Rong Hengyu's men, their master was not around, and he had instructed them to take the prince back, so they had no choice but to obey the prince's orders.
Nalan Jingwen stood atop the mountain, amidst the clouds and mist. Her hands, concealed by her sleeves, trembled slightly. It felt as if a bloody gash had been ripped open in her heart, yet her face remained calm, and no one could tell how much pain she was in.
Liu Qishan.
She will definitely find him!
Even in death, he is still Nalan Jingwen's man! She will do everything in her power, even if it means annihilation, to resurrect him!!
Since she could be resurrected, traversing from one world to another, her soul attached to this body, then there must be a way to resurrect her. She could traverse mountains and rivers, even to the Bridge of Helplessness in the Underworld, tearing open a rift in spacetime, and surely retrieve his soul! To be bound to her side for eternity!
For as long as the group searched, Nalan Jingwen stood atop the mountain peak, his heart already numb and his body ice-cold.
"Your Highness, we have done our best."
Everyone knelt behind her with their heads down, covered in dust, searching day and night at the bottom of the cliff. Even though their training was extremely intense, they still felt exhausted.
There was no sign of Liu Qishan at the bottom of the cliff, only bloodstains. Either he was still alive, or he was carried off by wild animals.
This cliff was unfathomably deep; a fall from it would be certain death, with no chance of survival. Everyone knew this. If the body couldn't be found, the only possibility was that it had been carried off by wild animals.
Nalan Jingwen opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face. She raised her hand and saw the white snow falling in a flurry, desolate and piercing, as if weeping and lamenting.
It actually snowed in March!
Nalan Jingwen watched the snow fall quietly, the white snow clinging to her dark hair and covering her eyelashes.
A chill seeped into her bones, making her shiver and even giving her a sense of despair.
Liu Qishan...
Desolate Mountain...
The mountain wind is chilling, the trees are mournful, tigers dare not roar, and ghosts weep in the night.
It is true that deep affection is short-lived.
She turned around, bypassed the group of people kneeling on the ground, and went straight down the mountain.
"Let's go."
He left them there, ignoring them completely, and went on his own.
Everyone quickly got up and followed.
Nalan Jingwen returned home, her and Liu Qishan's home. The courtyard was a mess, and all the herbs that had been taken out to dry were overturned on the ground, leaving a complete mess.
The walls of the house were damaged, the door had been removed and left aside, and the interior was in a mess.
She silently picked up the wooden frame and tidied up everything that had been overturned in the yard.
People tried to come and help her, but she stopped them outside the courtyard.
She didn't want outsiders to set foot in this place anymore; it belonged only to her and Liu Qishan.
She spent the entire day repairing all the damage, leaving no stone unturned, but many parts were beyond her ability to restore.
He stood in front of the recliner, his face serene.
In his spare time, Liu Qishan loved to lie in his recliner and read, quiet and obedient.
She always loved to scoop him up and hold him in her arms, lying in the recliner, letting him read in her lap. Whenever this happened, he would blush and try to push her away, but when he couldn't, he would obediently stop struggling and snuggle up with her in the small recliner.
She loved the way he blushed the most.
He looked like he wanted to scold her but couldn't bring himself to do it.
Nalan Jingwen chuckled softly, lay down again, and gently stroked the book he often held in his hand, feeling the aura of Liu Qishan.
She was just being pretentious. She didn't have a favorite at all. She clearly liked Liu Qishan no matter what he looked like.
Everything here bears traces of Liu Qishan; those people who were once so vibrant are now unknown, their fates and whereabouts unclear.
The hand gripping the book tightened gradually, with such force that it seemed as if the book would be torn to shreds.
He quickly came to his senses and put the book back on the shelf with extreme care, as if it were a precious treasure.
He stood up and walked to the door, his eyes scanning the entire room as if trying to memorize everything inside.
Finally, she turned and left, closing the door she had repaired herself.
His back turned was resolute, without a trace of lingering affection.
Outside the courtyard was a group of people waiting for her. When they saw her come out, they instinctively wanted to go forward, but then remembered something and stopped in their tracks.
Nalan Jingwen's gaze swept lightly over each of them, and everyone felt as if the air around them had frozen, making it hard for them to breathe, and they lowered their heads.
At the same time, I couldn't help but feel alarmed.
Is this the same good-for-nothing playboy that everyone in the capital hates?! How could he have such a powerful aura? They are all professionally trained, yet they were so easily subdued.
Although he had his own thoughts, he remained cold and aloof, never revealing them.
As Nalan Jingwen withdrew his gaze, everyone felt the heavy pressure on them vanish instantly, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman stepped forward and asked a question.
"Your Highness, shall I send men to guard this place?"
Nalan Jingwen glanced at her but didn't say anything more. "No need, let's go back to the capital."
After saying that, he turned and left.
It wasn't that she didn't cherish this place; it was her and Liu Qishan's home, how could she not cherish it? But they were the people of her so-called husband, Rong Hengyu's people. She didn't understand Rong Hengyu, and she didn't trust them at all.
She needs to develop her own power base; only her own people can be trusted more.
When Nalan Jingwen left, he took nothing with him, as if nothing had changed. The only thing he took was that jade hairpin.
That was the token of her love with Liu Qishan.
One day, she will put this hairpin on his head again.
Back here again.