Chapter 102

Chapter 102

The flickering red lamp light, the lingering fragrance of ink, the hazy veil and Lin Qingyu who almost cried the entire night...they all disappeared. But physically, the feeling from the dream remained. It seemed as though he could still feel Lin Qingyu holding on to him so tightly. Lin Qingyu begging him, begging him not to leave; even cursing at him, asking him why he was lying to him again.

After a dazed moment, Jiang Xing sat up abruptly. He looked down at his chest and with trembling hands, he placed them over it.

His heart was beating fast and powerfully, again and again, unburdened by the soreness of poison or the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows.

He wasn’t dead; he was alive. And unlike the previous two times, being in this new body didn’t feel at all strange; he even had an indescribable sense of belonging. It was as if... as if he was back in his own body.

However, the joy of having survived a disaster was short-lived. Jiang Xing didn’t have time to think about the reason why he was back from the dead again. He got out the bed and still barefooted, looked at everything around him.

Please, this has to be the Dayu. It has to be the world with Lin Qingyu in it. I beg you.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind. What if it’s not? If it’s not, if he dies again, would he have a chance to go back?

Beside the bed was a dozing eunuch. The room was surrounded with exquisite palace lanterns, covered in soft carpets and bounded by pillars engraved with the nine-clawed dragon pattern. Hanging nearby was a black and gold dragon robe—he knew this dragon robe, only the emperor of the Dayu’s dragon robe had black and gold like this.

Jiang Xing’s limbs seemed to go numb. Before this moment, he had never dared to imagine that one day he would have such a strong feeling of regaining what he’d lost.

He had transmigrated into Xiao Jie.

It didn’t matter. He could transmigrate into anyone so long as he was still here.

Jiang Xing subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes. Tears spilled from between his fingers. He wanted to wipe away the tears, but the more he wiped, the more the tears overflowed. Through the blurriness, he began to have double vision leading him to wonder if this new body could bear such strong emotions.

It was impossible to bear; a normal person simply couldn’t bear it.

F*ck, talk about tormenting a person. He really thought he was going to die. He thought he would never see Lin Qingyu again. He...he even slept with Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu had been crying nonstop. Damn it.

Now was not the time for his legs to go numb. He had to get back to Lin Qingyu and he had to get back as quickly as possible. Lin Qingyu was still waiting for him.

In the dream, Lin Qingyu had been in Qinzheng Hall. The place he was currently in should be Xiao Jie’s bedroom. The two places weren’t that far apart.

When Jiang Xing rushed out of this sleeping chamber, he was only wearing a close-fitting robe. The wind was bitingly cold but he felt none of the cold as he stepped on the icy steps.

A palace maid was walking towards him but he had no time to stop, nor did he want to stop.

It was almost time for the emperor to wake up. Xiu Jiao momo was carrying a basin with hot water, preparing to help His Majesty wash up once he wakes up. Before she could even take a step into the bed chamber, she saw the emperor rush out from inside. The expression on his face was no longer the usual empty and numb expression, rather it was a kind of impatient eagerness. Even normal people running for their lives wouldn’t be able to match the anxiousness on his face.

Xiu Jiao momo was stunned. When the little emperor was about to fly past her, she came back to her senses. “Your-Your Majesty?! Servants, come quickly! His Majesty-His Majesty seems to have gone crazy!”

As soon as she yelled out, all the maids on duty in Xingqing Palace, the eunuchs and the guards rushed out from every directions. Jiang Xing was blocked by a few guards. He opened his mouth, wanting to dismiss them but found that he couldn’t utter a word. He tried again, but still couldn’t make a sound.

... When did Xiao Jie become mute?

“Your Majesty!” Xiu Jiao momo rushed over, still carrying the washbasin. Seeing Jiang Xing’s feet red from the cold, she said anxiously, “Why did you run out by yourself?!”

She has taken care of the emperor for a long time. She knew that although the emperor was a dullard, he was an obedient child. He was extremely slow in everything; it was unthinkable for him to move so fast now.

From out the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his own reflection on the water. Jiang Xing’s heart almost stopped beating again.

“Look,” Xiu Jiao momo’s voice trembled, “Does the Emperor want to write?”

Everyone was dumbfounded. They were just about to gather around to see what would happen, when a voice said, “The National Teacher is here!”

Jiang Xing paused and looked towards the door.

Ci’an Palace and Yanfu Hall weren’t too far from Qinzheng Hall. Xu Junyuan had suddenly been summoned. Without bothering to change into more appropriate clothing, naturally he arrived faster than the empress dowager. Looking at Jiang Xing’s eyes, his face changed slightly and he ordered, “I myself will be enough. The rest of you, withdraw.”

Xiu Jiao momo hesitated, “But, the Emperor...”

“There is nothing you can do even if you stay,” Xu Junyuan smiled meaningfully, “I am the only one who can cure the emperor’s illness. If the empress dowager comes, please remember to announce her arrival.”

Xiu Jiao momo and Xiao Songzi exchanged glances then led all the palace maid and eunuchs back. Only Jiang Xing and Xu Junyuan were left in Qinzheng Hall.

Xu Junyuan saluted and said politely, “Might I ask who Your Excellency is?”

Jiang Xing frantically wrote two words: 【Jiang Xing. 】

Xu Junyuan revealed surprise on his face. He pondered for a moment and couldn’t help sighing. “So that’s how it is.”

【What do you mean? 】

Xu Junyuan smiled and said, “Jiang Gongzi’s soul has returned to his old body and his soul and body are matched. Allow me to congratulate you.”

【Why can’t I speak? 】

Xu Junyuan said, “Jiang Gongzi, do not worry. You are not mute. It is merely that this body has not spoken for seventeen years. It will take some time for the body to get used to it.”

Jiang Xing no longer concerned himself over this matter: 【Take me out of the palace. Take me to the General’s Mansion. 】

Xu Junyuan showed an embarrassed expression. “I’m afraid this is a little difficult.”

【? 】

Xu Junyuan couldn’t understand this symbol but he could guess what Jiang Xing wanted to express. “The empress dowager is coming. Does Jiang Gongzi think she will let you out?”

Jiang Xing thought about it calmly. Empress Dowager Wen loved her son like her own life. Obviously, she would not let her son run away from the palace under such circumstances.

【Then you bring Qingyu here. 】

After Jiang Xing finished writing, he added another sentence: 【Tell him first that I’m not dead. 】

“This is possible.” Xu Junyuan murmured, “But simply saying so would be no use. What evidence does Jiang Gongzi have to prove that you’re not dead?”

Jiang Xing picked up a pen and pondered. He had so many things he wanted to say to Lin Qingyu but this wasn’t the time to talk nonsense. The less time he wasted here, the less time Lin Qingyu will be sad.

He first had to let Lin Qingyu know that he wasn’t dead. He’ll save the other words of love for later.

Fortunately, they once again had a future together.

Jiang Xing wrote.

【If odd, change. If even, remain the same. For the symbols look to the quadrant. —— Jiang Xing. 】