659 Drifting, Withered Petals in the Snowy Night! (1/2)

”Your Majesty, the princess has just left by horse. She was in tears and a very bad mood, so we didn't dare to stop her.” The gatekeeper came to report.

”Ling Meng?” The emperor was first surprised, but he soon smirked and said, ”The two of them, mother and daughter are both leaving me to find their lover, huh? Haha… forget it! Bring me wine! I will celebrate tonight!”

”Yes sir!”

The cold wind whistled through. The dust-like snow was blown up, dancing in the air. The most prosperous streets in Tian Xiang City appeared spooky!

A small yellow carriage with beautiful curtains which was escorted by a hundred men proceeded slowly. In the carriage, there were hesitation and struggle on Murong Xiu Xiu's beautiful face.

Do I really have to do this?

The next moment, a sullen figure seemed to have emerged before her eyes. It was a lonely and desolate man with a pair of eyes that showed not only despair but also great affection!

”Han…” Mu Rong Xiu Xiu's facial expression showed her longing. Although she never put on this face when she saw Ye Gu Han, every time she recited his name at night, she always felt bitter. And this very bitterness reaffirmed her that she was still alive and was a woman!

This love story tormented the life of three people. It became the nightmare and eternal scar of Emperor Yang Huai Yu. It also became a never-fading memory of Murong Xiu Xiu and Ye Gu Han.

This night, Murong Xiu Xiu found that she was very strangely recalling too many past events, affection, and vows. It was as if she had just experienced it. During this short journey, it seemed like she had journeyed through her whole life once again, without missing any details.

”Han… I'm so sorry…” There were tears on Murong Xiu Xiu's face. At this moment, she suddenly remembered a poem left to herself before Ye Gu Han fled in the past. She smiled sadly and took out a plain white handkerchief. On it were several lines of blood-red characters that were embroidered in a nice calligraphic style:

I do not regret planting this deep affection and am willing to travel alone; how pitiful fated couples could only meet in dreams. I would rather betray the heavens and not you!

When Ye Gu Han left, Murong Xiu Xiu embroidered the poem on this piece of silk handkerchief and brought it with her all the time. No one else except herself knew that the red was her own blood!

She used her own blood to stain white thread and embroider the words from her lover bit by bit!

I was kept until today!

Just a few days ago, two more lines appeared on the handkerchief and they were as red. If we are still destined in our next life, I would rather betray the heavens and not you!

Ye Gu Han recently changed the last two lines of the poem! Murong Xiu Xiu embroidered it onto the handkerchief together with two more characters. I am looking forward to it!

Han, not only you! I am also looking forward to it! If we are still destined in our next life, I would rather betray the heavens and not you! If there is a next life, I will only belong to you! I will smile for you, cry for you, feel happy for you, have children with you, and grow old with you…

Even if we would have lowly status… I would not regret it… as long as I am with you!

Han, everyone is praising Jun Wu Hui and Dongfang Wen Xin, feeling sorry and sympathizing with them… who knows how much I envy them? Although they are parted by life and death, they were still husband and wife for over ten years!

They once had each other! How happy they are… while we never had each other…

Han… the man I love, do you know how bitter and how heartbroken I am every time I see you…

In our next lives…

”Your highness, we have arrived.” The guard on horseback in front reported respectfully.

When he said that, Murong Xiu Xiu had just finished recalling her life until the present. She was still in wonderland… this sentence woke her up. She lifted the curtain and said in confusion, ”So fast?”

So fast? The guard was speechless. It snowed so heavily and the ground is so slippery, how were we fast? We were slow.

A gust of wind carried snow right onto Murong Xiu Xiu's face as she peaked out of the lifted curtain. She suddenly shivered and there was an ominous premonition. Is this the end of the road? Or is it the end of my road?

At that moment, a hurricane suddenly formed just above her and it came crashing down on the carriage!