Chapter 47 - Past Life. (1/2)
In her comatose state, Yan Luan was brought into a dream once again by the jade bracelet. But, unlike the wet-dreams that had occurred from before, she was no longer the participant and more like a bystander……
There were flowers everywhere, and she knew them to be the flowers of HuaiYin HouFu, but as a baby’s cry echoed through the air, the flowers, as if responding to the baby’s call, bloomed magnificently.
A child, probably around eight to nine years old, stepped into her view, and it took her a few moments to recognize him for Yan Jing. To her utter surprise, the tiny Yan Jing held the baby in his arms as he coaxed her tenderly.
The images faded and changed in a blink of an eye. The usually solemn HuaiYin HouFu was now decorated with various lanterns and ribbons as the entire household celebrated the first full-moon of the baby. High up on the stage, the fully-dressed up Princess YongKang held the baby in her arms as she revealed the child’s name to the crowd.
“Luans are recognized as phoenixes, and a daughter of the Luan House is worthy of being recognized as a phoenix! Hence, I announce that my youngest child shall be named Yan Luan.”
Yan Luan gasped in shock as she finally understood what was happening. This was not a random dream, as this was probably actual history of the real Yan Luan’s life…
As the dream continued, the baby grew up wonderfully. Her looks bloomed strikingly as she aged, while her brother, who had always guarded and protected her, had gradually made a name for himself.
Everything was perfect.
But as they grew, the love in the teenager’s eyes were no longer pure, and though the siblings were still close, their relationships were somewhat ambiguous. The younger sister would continue to depend and rely on her elder brother, but the brother began to suffer, as his love for her had grew into something he could never speak of.
The images changed once again, and this time, Yan Jing had returned triumphantly from war and filled with hegemony. Still, his gaze softened significantly when his adored sister jumped into his arms in glee at his return, but as he put on the white jade bracelet on her wrist, he suddenly felt an unavoidable urge and pecked her softly on her forehead.
As she stared at his eyes, so deep with emotions and adoration for the woman within his arms, Yan Luan felt a deep suffocation in her heart, as if it had been punctured by needles.
Everything changed when the young lady, now fifteen years old, was told that she would be engaged to Emperor QiLing. The news had sent Yan Jing into a despair, and it was like an endless nightmare for him.
After the news, the images began focusing entirely on Yan Jing. She watched him hid nearby, staring grimly at the conversation between the young emperor and his adored little sister while agonizing pain filled through him.
No! This wasn’t Yan Luan’s childhood! Yan Luan thought in shock as Yan Jing stumbled away in despair while pressing a palm over his heart.
The images were more alike to the history she knew from her days in school!
Sure enough, when the images changed, she watched silently as the intoxicated Yan Jing, with eyes filled with grief and despair, entered the young woman’s room step by step……
The young woman struggled desperately in confusion as the man forced himself upon her, and as she screamed out in pain and hopelessness, Yan Luan felt as if she could vaguely remember the scrutinizing pain of the memory.
In the morning, after Yan Jing regained his soberness, he had pressed a dagger into her hands and, for the first time, told her about his love and despair for her. He held her hands tenderly as he directed the sharp point of the dagger towards his heart, wishing she could end his miserable life.
“Kill me, Ah Luan, kill me and end my love and pain for you……”
“Come, push the dagger here. This heart had beaten for you for the past fifteen years, it hasn’t belonged to myself for a very long time.”
“Please forgive my selfishness for causing such a nightmarish night for you, though it was truly the happiest moment of my life…” He caressed her hair tenderly, “But what’s the point of living if we’re destined to never be together… Come……”
His love for her had caused her damnation, and death was like a release to him. Yan Luan noticed that her hands were trembling uncontrollably as the young woman on the bed held shakily onto the dagger, it was so sharpened that the sharp point had pierced through his chest and made him bleed a little.
No! Don’t die! Yan Luan screamed in pain, wanting to rush over to the couple but realizing that she could not move or make a sound.