NFBE Chapter 444 Facing Your Own Wishes
Chapter 444 Facing Your Own Wishes
The carriage curtain swayed slightly, and a ray of bright sunlight fell on Xue Tong's eyes, illuminating her beautifully shaped pupils.
A layer of shimmering water slowly rose in his amber pupils.
Yu Shu stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Xue Tong's eyes a few times.
The girl seemed to have suddenly turned into a puppet, remaining completely still.
"Tong'er?"
Yu Shu spoke softly, calling out Xue Tong's name.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
The girl beside her suddenly snapped out of her daze, turned around, and gave Yu Shu her usual smile:
"What's wrong, Fifth Sister?"
Yu Shu watched as a crystal-clear teardrop slowly fell across the girl's long, thick eyelashes.
Yu Shu turned to face the girl, her tone gentle:
"what happened?"
"Why are you crying?"
Xue Tong raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "It's nothing, I just thought of a story."
The girl rubbed her eyes twice, then smiled at Yu Shu and repeated:
"Fifth sister, I'm fine."
Yu Shu wanted to ask again, but in the end she remained silent.
Xue Lan seemed to have overheard their conversation, and the woman's amused voice reached Xue Tong's ears:
"You cried? Does that mean you agree with me?"
The girl did not respond; all was silent.
About fifteen minutes later, the girl's somewhat muffled voice came:
"What were you thinking when you decided to turn back time?"
Xue Lan seemed stumped by the question, while Xue Tong heard the slow rustling of the fabric.
"At the time, I was thinking..."
The woman paused slightly, as if she were recalling something.
"At the time, I thought it was just starting over."
Xue Tong immediately exploded:
"What do you mean it's just starting over?"
Xue Lan gave her the Sun-Tracing Mirror and then sacrificed his own soul to return to the past.
There was absolutely no chance of starting over; it was a complete and utter dead end.
Xue Lan's tone was somewhat weak:
"Actually, it's alright. At least I can still see Mingqiu and the others, and I can also see Jinguang..."
"Is this what you really think?"
The girl's voice interrupted Xue Lan's soliloquy; Xue Tong seemed unusually ruthless at this moment:
"Going back to the past would do you no good, but it would be the only way to see those who have passed away."
"It's been your wish all along!"
Xue Lan retorted, her tone full of lighthearted laughter:
"Lord Wolf King isn't that foolish."
Xue Tong's tone sounded somewhat aggressive:
"But Xue Lan has it."
Xue Lan smiled helplessly and continued, following the girl's words:
"But I can't."
She did consider that if Xue Tong chose to stay in her own world and never come back, she could still see those old friends.
Even if the fate of the Xuanhuang Sect remains the same, at least we can meet again.
Dying before everyone else makes the separation less painful.
But Xue Lan knew she couldn't do that.
The woman's voice was soft and gentle:
"I do miss those old friends and want to go back to the past."
"But they weren't the only ones who died..."
In this protracted and fierce battle, it wasn't just her old friends who died.
She linked her life and death with the fate of the Yuanming Realm, and from the moment she decided to intervene, she could not easily extricate herself.
Xue Tong couldn't help but speak up:
"Sometimes you possess a cruel kind of lucidity."
They ruthlessly understood everything and ruthlessly drove everything forward.
However, Xue Tong no longer wanted to dwell on these matters.
Xue Lan is that kind of person who habitually ignores his own desires!
“A cruel kind of lucidity?” Xue Lan repeated Xue Tong’s words, her tone somewhat pleased.
"You're right!"
Xue Tong rolled her eyes:
"That's enough! I wasn't complimenting you!"
"Huh, isn't that right?"
"No!" Xue Tong clutched the sword tightly in her hand.
"Even the once high and mighty Wolf King has to think of the clan in everything he does."
"But we're in the lower realm now, and you don't have any particularly high or noble status. Can't you face your own desires squarely?"
"I..." Xue Lan was itching to act, and straightened her chest.
"The current head of Wan Gong Fang is here!"
"Even if you are the current head of the Wan Gong Fang workshop, you're not a block of wood, are you?"
Xue Tong's tone was full of helplessness.
She finally understood that the reason why these geniuses in the Yuanming Realm went astray on the path was actually due to psychological problems, right?
“Okay, I have a wish now!” Xue Lan said cheerfully.
"what?"
Something was definitely amiss, and Xue Tong had a bad feeling.
"I have a plan at the Wan Gong Workshop that requires destroying any Dao Hearts that have been born!"
Xue Tong almost choked on her breath.
"It's not as easy for you to make it sound like that?"
Xue Lan covered her ears, but Xue Tong's screams still reached her.
“Is this a wish?”
The girl's voice was chillingly cold:
"Xue Lan, tell me, is this a wish?"
Xue Lan nodded tentatively: "I guess so."
Xue Tong waved his hand:
"You'd better not confront your own desires."
"Go do it secretly by yourself, don't make me angry. I have things to do now!"
Xue Lan looked heartbroken:
"Are you annoyed by me? You have nothing to do at all!"
"You just find me annoying!"
Xue Tong sighed, and the girl holding the sword gently raised her hand and lifted the curtain above the small window of the carriage.
Outside the small window, a masked man riding a black warhorse was waiting for her.
Seeing Xue Tong lift the curtain, the man lowered his head slightly and spoke in a low voice:
"Your subordinate greets the Sixth Prince."
Xue Tong glanced at the man:
"Chenghu Camp?"
Yu Shu, who was standing to the side, felt a slight jolt in her heart when she heard those three words.
The Great Yu Dynasty's Chenghu Camp was a secret army raised by Emperor Linde outside the capital, and only Emperor Linde could mobilize it.
"Why did you follow me?" Xue Tong's voice sounded somewhat lazy.
"By order of His Majesty, we are escorting Lord Xing and his wife back to the capital."
Xue Tong was somewhat puzzled:
"Why didn't you just secretly follow behind and escort yourself? Why did you have to come see me?"
The masked man didn't say it explicitly, but simply repeated it again:
"By order of His Majesty, we are escorting Lord Xing and his wife back to the capital."
Xue Tong couldn't help but chuckle. Yu Shu saw the girl leaning against the small window, her voice full of laughter:
"Does that mean you want to take Elder Xing and his wife back to Beijing alone?"
The masked man nodded.
Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh.
She arranged for Xing Lingchong and his companion to be taken away beforehand, leaving her and Yu Shu to deal with the assassination attempts by several princes.
What a suspicious and wicked old man my father is!
If it weren't for the fact that this was a critical juncture for the reform, she would have loved to go back to the capital and wring Emperor Linde's head.
All they do all day is guess and guess, trying out their son and daughter one by one.
I don't mind the mental strain.
Of course, no matter how much she cursed in her heart, Xue Tong still had a smile on her face.
“Of course, my fifth sister and I would like to have a few words with Lord Xing.”
"Your Highness, please excuse me."
Xue Tong turned to look at Yu Shu.
"Let's go, Fifth Sister, Lord Xing's carriage is big."
The girl's tone remained light and cheerful, but the smile on her face vanished the moment she turned her head.
Yu Shu nodded gently and followed Xue Tong down from the carriage.
As soon as the two stepped off the carriage, they discovered that the entire convoy had been surrounded by Cheng Hu's men and was completely brought to a standstill.
Next to the carriage carrying Xing Lingchong and his wife was another person riding a warhorse. Judging from the armor he was wearing, his rank was clearly higher than that of the person from before.
Seeing Xue Lan and the other person approaching, the man dismounted and bowed to Xue Tong:
"Your Highness, I greet you!"
"Hello, we'd like to have a word with Lord Xing. Would you like to listen?"
"My subordinates dare not."
"Don't dare?" Xue Lan helped Yu Shu onto the carriage.
"Then have your men move aside!"