Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Resurrection from Death

There wasn't much time left for him, but he didn't feel any fear or nervousness. Instead, he felt relaxed and happy like never before. Even the sunset that was still scorching slantingly on his body made him feel happy.

It was as if I had never truly felt anything in the world in my life. Even the sweat beads flowing from the black horse underneath me felt cute.

He knew that his state of mind was completely different. It was a freedom to live towards death, and an open-mindedness that saw the end and would no longer be trapped by external objects.

He has completed his mission. He used his life to protect Wei Huaien and her family.

This was much better than what he originally thought he could do, and he even felt like a hero.

The hero may not be a eunuch, but it doesn't matter, let him be a eunuch who has done all the bad things, so that he can cleanly push Wei Huai'en out of the vortex of revenge and never have to look back.

The East Palace has arrived.

Xiao Qi no longer had his usual calmness and uprightness. Like any ordinary young man at this age, he could not hide any excitement and joy.

He was sweating profusely and ran towards the palace where Wei Huai'en was. Even the palace servants who had their heads lowered were bumped into by him several times.

Dong Gong, who was lifeless because of his master's poor condition, was infected by Xiao Qi's abnormality. He was like a live fish plunging into a pool of stagnant water.

Although they didn't know what was going on outside, they all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that today's matter must have been settled by Manager Xiao like every time.

But Xiao Qi's spirit soared until he reached the closed door of Wei Huai'en's bedroom. He saw the palace servants standing in the courtyard who dared not enter, and heard the heartbreaking cries inside.

The memory of hugging the heartbroken Wei Huai'en in the afternoon was like a basin of cold water that extinguished his excessive excitement. After a few breaths, he regained his composure.

How much happiness can it make her if her enemy is dead?

He heard the horror of the poison of cessation, and the joy of revenge was not even worth mentioning compared to burying his flesh and blood relatives who were still alive.

But he didn't have time to accompany her and watch her get out of all this haze and become happy again.

Xiao Qiping retreated from the bewildered palace guests, and after hearing their brisk footsteps leaving completely as if they had received an amnesty, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door that closed all the sadness.

Wei Huai'en didn't know how long she had been awake, or she couldn't wake up from the nightmare in the afternoon at all. She could only chew on the words "nailed into the coffin alive" to squeeze out all her tears and pain.

It seems that this late torture can transform the guilt and self-blame that are about to drive her to death into the same feeling that her brother felt before he died. Apart from crying and screaming in pain, the only thing she can do to atone for her sins is death.

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The mournful cries had long been hoarse. When Xiao Qi opened the door and came in, Wei Huaien huddled on the bed with his back to the outside and hugged the pillow, yelling: "Get out!"

Xiao Qi closed the door carefully. If this was the last moment he could recall with Wei Huai'en before he died, he wanted to remember all the details.

"Master, it's me."

He walked gently to the bedside, fearing that too much noise would irritate Wei Huai'en, so he spoke softly as gently as possible.

"Xiao Qi?"

Wei Huai'en suddenly turned around and sat up. He hugged his waist so eagerly that he didn't even have time to push aside the curtain, burying himself into his arms as hard as he could.

The sadness and grievance will only become more fierce once she finds someone she can rely on, and her tears soon soaked his chest.

"Xiao Qi...where have you been..."

Wei Huai'en cried until his eyes were red and swollen and he couldn't see, so he could only draw some strength from him by hugging him.

Perhaps when she was sober, she would never show her weakness to anyone except herself, but today, Xiao Qi was the only one who could understand her without any explanation from her.

She didn't need to dig open the wound to gain understanding. She didn't need to say anything or do anything, because he would understand everything.

"Why did you...just come back..."

Xiao Qi tore open the obstructive curtain, sat on the bed, and took Wei Huai'en, who was almost convulsing from crying, into his arms lovingly.

"Master, Xiao Qi is back, Xiao Qi is back..."

He patted her back gently and comforted her softly.

Regarding Yan Weiguang, he didn't say anything about the General's Mansion right away, because even he couldn't tell clearly, whether it was because Wei Huai'en couldn't listen to anything else now, or because he wanted to be relied on by her wholeheartedly without any adulteration.

Thanks and rewards.

It's very contradictory, he obviously went for revenge for her, and he rushed back in a hurry to tell her the good news in person, but at this moment he swallowed what he wanted to say, just to deceive her into feeling helpless in pain.

assistance and dependence.

Like a rootless driftwood, it accidentally became Wei Huaien's life-saving straw in the turbulent current. Although he was worried that she would not be able to get to the shore, when he saw the land, he tried his best to spend this time cuddling with each other.

extend.

He knew that she would always leave and heal all wounds in the future.

But what he couldn't see, only this tenderness, was all he could leave repeated memories of.

But he had to speak, he couldn't let her continue to suffer.

"Yan Weiguang has been killed by his slaves."

Sure enough, the moment he finished saying this, Wei Huaien suddenly stopped crying, grabbed his fingers on the front and moved her, and she raised her head from his arms.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Tears streaked her face, and her eyes, which were red from crying, blinked several times before focusing on his face.

Xiao Qi pushed the wet hair away from her face, and even though he knew it was transgression, he held her waist and looked into her eyes and repeated what he just said.

"The slave killed Yan Weiguang, piercing his heart with a sword. He is already dead. If the master doesn't believe it, the slave has his hair in his front."

Wei Huai'en quickly put his hand into his clothes and rummaged around. Xiao Qi knew that he had put Yan Weiguang's hair very deep, but he did not remind Wei Huai'en aloud which layer and where to put it.

He hugged her loosely and watched her anxious fingertips caressing between his clothes, touching his skin from time to time. He felt...happy.

After all, he didn't force her to do anything. This is all what a dying person deserves.

The blood-stained hair wrapped in a handkerchief spread out in the palm of Wei Huaien's hand, and became even dirtier due to the dripping tears.

Wei Huai'en realized something, stood up with Xiao Qi's shoulders and jumped out of bed barefoot. The whole room was anxiously looking for something.

"Master, are you looking for this?"

Xiao Qi handed a fire certificate to her, and she grabbed it and held it tightly.

He didn't speak any more, picked her up and walked to the courtyard, sitting directly on the ground, letting her sit neatly on his lap.

Wei Huai'en set the silk handkerchief and hair on fire until they turned into a pile of black ash that gave off an unpleasant burnt smell.

Xiao Qi did not rush her, and slowly combed her hair with his slender fingers, leaving Wei Huaien to look at the pile of ashes and sit in his arms in a daze.

As long as he was by her side, he could die at any moment. Xiao Qi's eyes kept falling on Wei Huai'en, then he slowly came closer and hugged her from behind.

The last warm light of the sunset that fell over the palace wall and fell on their shoulders disappeared, and Mingfeng hurried in.

"I have met Master. Master... Manager Xiao, the people from the Royal Forest Army are waiting for you outside..."

After saying that, I didn't dare to look at Wei Huai'en and Xiao Qi who were embracing each other.

Xiao Qi no longer cared about this. He lowered his head and put his chin on Wei Huaien's shoulder and rubbed her lovingly before she wanted to turn her head to look at him.

"Master, Xiao Qi is leaving."

He seemed to have thousands of things he wanted to say to her, but after saying this, he couldn't think of anything else.

"Who allowed you to leave me?"

Wei Huai'en's voice was still hoarse, but it had regained its former majesty, without even a trace of fragile rhyme.

"I want you to live!"

She held on to his hand tightly, like she was holding on to a treasure that couldn't be lost.

"Mingfeng, tell the Imperial Guards about Xiao Qi. Jiarou will give Father an explanation and tell them to get out!"

"yes!"

Mingfeng ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared without a trace without giving Xiao Qi time to react.

"I know what you're thinking."

Wei Huaien's cold gaze fell on Xiao Qi's face.

"Don't think that if you die, Marquis Dingyuan's affairs will be over, and I don't need to trade your life for my own safety.

What's more, do you really think Yan Weiguang didn't tell others about me? When a secret is known to the enemy, it can no longer be a secret.

Carry me back, I want to change into the princess's palace clothes and go visit my father."

Xiao Qi did not move. He still felt that as long as he died, Wei Huai'en would not have to be stained.

As long as his death can bring her more safety, then it would be worth it to cut her into pieces and spread ashes.

"Don't you listen to what I say!"

Wei Huai'en's voice suddenly became shrill. She seemed to have completely lost her self-control in front of him, and she could not wear the mask of calmness and self-control for a moment longer.

She turned around and hugged his neck, beating his back as hard as she could, and her tears dripped into his clothes again.

"I don't want you to die, Xiao Qi, you can't die, I only have you, you don't even want me!"

Xiao Qi hugged Wei Huai'en, who was on the verge of collapse, and her words were more able to break down all his defenses than a sober analysis.

He knew he wanted to live, how could he have the heart to push Wei Huai'en away from his arms? The prison was so dark and painful, it was not that he was not afraid, but she didn't want his willingness.
To be continued...