CH 125

How to be at Peace

Dongji Hall was the bedchamber of the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Empress. After Yan Yuan and Xuan Long were married, they lived there until Xuan Long perished in the battle between the gods and the demons.

General Xuan Hall was Xuan Long's residence when he was a general. Now that they had separated, it was only natural for them to sleep in separate halls.

As soon as Lian Bi reached Dongji Hall, she was stopped by two tall divine soldiers guarding the door with their lances. She took out the divorce letter and slapped one of them on the chest, saying angrily, "No, this is the divorce letter from my General to the Heavenly Emperor. The General said that the Heavenly Emperor should leave him alone in the future, and that the General never wanted to see him again..."

Lian Bi spoke loudly on purpose, the person inside should have heard it, and suddenly there was a muffled coughing sound.

The divine soldier's face darkened and he told her not to make any noise, but Lian Bi finished her explanation of Xuan Long's words and went back to the hall to resume her duties.

In the past, when the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Empress were on good terms, Lian Bi was also on good terms with Yan Yuan's two trusted servants, but now that her master was dismissed, she had nothing good to say to these two.

The two divine soldiers looked at each other and both saw concern in the other's eyes. The one holding the divorce letter had his eyebrows knitted tightly together.

"What should we do?"

"The Emperor has been seriously injured and unconscious for a month, and only woke up last night, so I'm afraid that telling him at this time would be..." the divine soldier on the left said hesitantly.

"Sooner or later, he will have to know." The divine soldier on the right interrupted in a low voice.

The door of the hall was gently pushed open, the divine soldier dissipated his lance and marched to the hall. He knelt down on one knee, lowered his eyes and clasped his fist, "Emperor... General Xuan Long is awake."

The man behind the white gold table had ink hair draped over his body and was wearing only profane clothes, which made his beautiful face paler and paler. He had rice paper laid out in front of him and was drawing something intermittently on the paper with his wolf hair brush. His right hand covered his lips and every now and then he would cough, with blood seeping out from his fingers without care, and the back of his hand casually wiped across the corner of his mouth, leaving a thick crimson streak.

Since returning from Nuwa's Realm, Yan Yuan had fallen deaf, and was so absorbed in his drawing that he didn't even notice anyone entering.

No one around Yan Yuan could quite accept this fact, so everyone was deliberately forgetting, even the divine soldier only remembered this heart-wrenching matter after he had not received a reply for a long time.

He used his voice transmission technique to repeat what he had just said.

The sound transmission technique reached directly to the other party's brain without the need to be heard. Yan Yuan indeed raised his head, and after controlling a few stifled coughs, his eyes showed delight: "... He's awake?"

Receiving an affirmative yes from the divine soldier, the corners of Yan Yuan's mouth bloomed into a smile: "It's good that he's awake... It's good that he's awake."

"General Xuan Long... has sent a divorce letter over." The divine soldier told him the heavy truth.

Yan Yuan did not have time to rejoice for long before his smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and he suddenly lost his soul, even his voice lowered: "Is that so?"

"He's going to divorce me..."

The wolf hair brush in his hand fell onto the paper and rolled around a few times, the thick ink staining the man's heroic eyebrows on the painting. Yan Yuan hurriedly took the brush away, but it was already too late.

Just like what has happened, it was too late to regret it...

Gently lifting the scroll, his blood-soaked fingertips brushed over the man's blurred face. Yan Yuan smiled fondly, and as he laughed, tears fell from his eyes.

"... He doesn't want me after all."

The divine soldier looked up and said worriedly, "Emperor... you have not yet recovered from your serious injuries, it is better to rest in bed."

Yan Yuan acted as if he had not heard, and after a long time, he said, "Bei Chi, do you believe in fate..."

"I believe." The divine soldier answered, "Being a god, starting in the Heavenly Realm, you should obey the Heavenly Way."

"Is that so..." Yan Yuan was fascinated by the person in the painting, and just as the divine soldier was pondering what to say, Yan Yuan put down the scroll and looked at him.

"Where is the divorce letter... show it to me."

With a flick of the divine soldier's fingertips, the divorce letter appeared in front of Yan Yuan and floated down from mid-air.

Yan Yuan raised his hand to catch it. He unfolded the rice paper, saw the familiar handwriting on it, and his vision quickly became blurred as he read it word by word.

"In love for fifty thousand years... the fate of this life is over, I hope you will be well forever, after this, we'll say goodbye, we don't owe each other anything..."

"Forever at peace... how to be at peace..."

How can he be at peace after losing Xuan Long?