Chapter 1462: 1457: Hubby, Do You Believe in Past Lives?
Chapter 1462: Chapter 1457: Hubby, Do You Believe in Past Lives?
“It’s so late already, stop writing and go to sleep.”
Chu Yihan bent down and kissed her lips.
Su Yingxue shyly nestled into his embrace.
No matter how long they had been married, she would still feel shy.
When he doted on her, she would still find… the feeling as sweet as the beginning, like that uncontrollable moment back in the Ninth Prince’s Mansion.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve visited the mother. In a few days, I’ll take you to Feiquan Pavilion.”
Chu Yihan propped himself up on his arms, his body sweating, and kissed her forehead and the corners of her eyes.
Tenderness to the utmost.
Su Yingxue’s voice was both tender and soft, “Next time we go, it’s only to see the mother.”
She dared not repeat such embarrassingly intimate acts in Feiquan Pavilion.
It would be seen as disrespectful to the mother.
Chu Yihan chuckled, leaned over, and captured her white jade-like earlobe in his bite, kissing and caressing it until her whole body felt weak and tender.
Under his gentle pressure, Su Yingxue gradually began to feel drowsy.
By his side, she was always indulgent, always the first to fall asleep, leaving him to dote on her.
She could still feel Chu Yihan wiping her down afterward, covering her with a blanket, tucking in the corners, then holding her in his arms.
It was supposed to be a peaceful night like the past few years, but she had a nightmare.
A dream filled with blood and conspiracy, which felt terrifying.
In the dream, she saw herself dying so miserably in her past life; Chu Yihan brought her corpse back to the prince’s mansion, his hair turned white in one night from grief. He sat before her body, murmuring many words, and on his handsome face was deep regret and self-blame.
He blamed himself for being preoccupied with war, for not confessing his feelings, and for not being able to save her in time.
He sat motionless for days, and then cremated her body, storing her ashes in a jade urn, carrying it with him everywhere. After that, he destroyed the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor, killed Chu Chengye, hung his head high, rebelled against the imperial court, and became the ‘traitor’ of the Great Cheng Dynasty.
He led his troops to resist the imperial court and foreign enemies alike, fought battles sandwiched between foes, each one an ordeal.
Yet, he was heartless and numb, carrying her ashes and slaughtering on the battlefield, defeating the enemy forces, and compelling the imperial court to surrender.
Throughout the Nine Continents, he was called a lunatic who had lost his mind, a heartless devil.
Nobody knew the heart-wrenching pain he felt as he held her ashes and wept at night.
He conquered Qi State, his army marched towards Beiling City, as if only conquest and killing could quench the rage in his heart.
He encountered the resilient generals of Beiling, who resisted to the death without surrendering. He killed the maidservant of the Prince of Beiling, drove the bewitching prince with purple eyes mad, and nailed him to the city walls for all the soldiers of Beiling to witness that this would be the fate of those who did not surrender.
Later, Beiling surrendered, and he led his troops further.
The continuous years of campaigning set the entire Nine Continents ablaze, leaving devastation wherever he went, until in front of Great Wei’s pass, a blade pierced his chest, finally halting him…
“No!”
Su Yingxue woke up frightened, she sat up from the bed, drenched in cold sweat, her eyes red-rimmed. Seeing the bed beside her empty, she hurriedly jumped down to look for someone, “Hubby! Hubby! Chu Yihan!”
Chu Yihan had put on his court attire and was about to leave for the Hall of Diligent Government. When he saw Su Yingxue running out disheveled, he quickly walked towards her, “What’s wrong?”
“Husband, stop killing people! Don’t wage war anymore!”
Su Yingxue crashed into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.
That dream felt too real!
In the dream, rivers of blood flowed, corpses littered the ground, the lingering stench of blood overwhelmed her senses, and in the dream, Chu Yihan slaughtered relentlessly, swinging his sword without compassion, all for her!
He had lost his mind, living like a puppet who knew only slaughter, which chilled her to the core.
Even if she were to die, she did not wish to see him become that…
“The emperor hasn’t killed anyone, and there are currently no wars. You’ve had a nightmare.” Chu Yihan cupped her face and found it ice-cold with sweat in his palms.
He summoned Sun Wu to bring a handkerchief and warm water to wipe her face and then carried her back to the warmed chamber.
Su Yingxue was laid on the bed, her sweat incessant, soaking her as if she had been retrieved from water.
Chu Yihan ordered the preparation of a bath for Su Yingxue, intending to help her bathe, but Sun Wu hesitated to remind him, “My emperor, it is time for the morning court…”
Su Yingxue was still in shock, her expression somewhat vacant, to which Chu Yihan instructed: “Take the Crown Prince to the Hall of Diligent Government, have Zhuo Junli preside over the morning court, with the Crown Prince’s tutors and aides assisting by his side; after its conclusion, summon Su Hao, Zhuo Junli, and Lu Mian to the imperial study to discuss affairs.
Sun Wu promptly responded, “Yes, this servant shall convey the decree.”
After Sun Wu left, the bath was ready.
Chu Yihan lifted Su Yingxue, heading to the bathing chamber, where the steamy haze brought a slight warmth to her body. Only then did Su Yingxue realize, “My emperor, is it really all right… for you to miss the morning court?”
She felt she had caused a mishap!
She had actually delayed Chu Yihan’s morning court.
Chu Yihan pressed his hand against her forehead, frowning tightly. After ensuring she did not have a fever, he reprimanded in a low voice, “With you in such a state, what does the morning court matter? You seldom act this way, what exactly did you dream of last night?”
When he woke up, Su Yingxue was deeply asleep, showing no signs of distress. He looked over a few memorials and washed up, and then Su Yingxue was awakening from the nightmare in this state, her hands and feet all cold!
He regretted getting up early; if it wasn’t for the morning court, he could have stayed with her a little longer, comforted her when she was suffering, then maybe she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Su Yingxue sat at the edge of the bathtub, sniffing softly, her voice tender, “The nightmare was too bloody. I dreamed that I was gone, dreamt that you were continuously at war, a war that lasted a long time, and so many people died…”
The flames of war in the dream burned endlessly, making the reality before her eyes seem all the more unreal.
Now, with Chu Yihan holding her, everything felt illusory.
In her past life…
That was the bloody scene she had not witnessed after her death.
Chu Yihan removed her nightgown and placed her into the bath, sitting by the edge to accompany her.
He carefully pushed away the stray hairs by her cheeks, holding the handkerchief to wipe her face, “With you by my side, nothing will happen. Even if the current situation is unclear and danger lurks all around, I will not lose my reason. Trust me, I can protect both you and Heng’er.”
“I believe you!” Su Yingxue eagerly raised her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with affection and reliance on him, “But do you believe… that people have a past life?”
Chu Yihan was momentarily stunned, then a mysterious pain arose in his heart, a wrenching agony that made it difficult to breathe. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with memories that didn’t belong to him.
Su Yingxue had died, her corpse scattered across the wilderness. He had searched for a long time before retrieving her body. He had brought a wedding dress for her to wear, brought her back to the mansion for the wedding rites, brought her into the bridal chamber…
But she could never come back, never again!
All because he was out waging war and returned too late.
In matters of love, he was a coward, unwilling to get close, afraid to confess his feelings, worrying it would frighten her, fearing she would marry someone else…