Chapter 174: Gone, Still Gone Away (2/2)

Meng Zhi’s eyes trembled, she softly said, “Then why did you tell the Southern Empire Clan that you have the whereabouts of the Southern Empire Sword?”

“Because my teacher occasionally saw the image of the Southern Empire Sword in the genealogical record of the Southern Empire Clan and described it to me. Somebody wanted to take control of our Ye Family, and in order for the Southern Empire Clan to protect my Ye Family, I painted the Southern Empire Sword, using it as a condition for the Southern Empire Clan to protect my Ye Family.” Ye Wuchen mumbled.

Meng Zhi went silent, she did not expect that she would obtain this kind of response.

She endured the pain in her thighs and limp body with difficulty, dazed as she put on her dress. Her dress had been taken off by herself before, so it was not damaged.

Wearing her dress, she crouched down, took out a short and thin blade and swayed as she placed it at his neck. When the ice-cold blade touched his skin, her hand violently trembled. She could not help but take back the short blade a little bit.

As the head princess of the magical voice tribe, how could she not be aware of the side effects of the power of magical voice? At this moment, the spiritual contract still had not fully taken effect. Today was the last day she could use her magical voice to take control of him. If she could kill him, the spiritual contract, which had yet to take effect, would be severed and her fate would not be in his hands. Once this day had passed, even if she trained herself to achieve the greatest level of the magical voice, it would still be forever ineffective on him. She would forever be unable to love another man, all of her affection would gather to him, and she will never be able to anything that could harm him. He would also be able to find her at all times, abolish her magical voice at any time, or take her life.

The mission Yan Ximing wanted her to accomplish was ultimately to kill him too…

Her hands were still trembling, yet no matter how hard she tried she still could not lower it. Her hands trembled and her heart similarly trembled. Why was she unable to kill him even while the spiritual contract still had not taken effect yet? Before he could take control of her destiny.

“I am your very first woman, right?” she looked at his face, her smile was sad and beautiful.

“Yes…”

“Then do you remember my name?”

“Meng… Zhi…”

The ice-cold blade moved away from his neck and onto the wet ground, luminously swaying as she scratched out three words using a distinct handwriting.

Yan Zhimeng

She brandished her hand, throwing the short blade from her hand. She could not do it, no matter what, she was not able to do it. Every time the blade approached his body a little bit, her heart would ache. She threw it far, then one by one she picked up his clothes from the ground. From undergarments to the outer clothing, one by one she gently helped him put them on.

Her hands were clumsy and her actions were out of practice. This was her first helping somebody apart from herself to put on the clothes, and this was also the first thing she had done for him. Her actions were particularly gentle and meticulous, just like a wife gently serving her husband as she helped him wear his clothes.

When it came to the shoes and socks, she thought of the time wherein he had forcefully removed her shoes to treat her wounds despite all her struggles to break free. A smile and tears together appeared on her face, rigid and amorous like the pear flower after the rain.

Supporting his body, similarly putting on his clothes and her own snow white dress, she used her hands to flatten the creases on them. After she lay his body flat on the ground, a green jade short flute slipped out from his sleeve with a soft sound. Her eyes were confused, she helped him tidy up his hair, then carefully picked up the green jade short flute.

Rumor has it, that he had used the same short flute to play the tune that had brought a thousand people to tears.

She did not return the flute to his sleeve, but with both hands she softly grasped it and stuck it close to her chest as her footsteps slowly backed off. Retreating back, his face seemed farther and farther away from her, until her eyes became fuzzy once more. She wiped off the tear stains on her face and glanced at him for one last time before she finally moved her feet. Her body reflected a beautiful white image as departed from him.

After a short while, that horse with a snow white body, A Speck of Snow in a Thousand Miles, softly neighed and galloped towards the northern.

When the sound of the horse faded away, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Looking to the north, he shook his head, then softly said, “Gone, she had still gone away…”

Translated by:

Fatty_Uncle

Edited by:

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