BLHO Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Those with Affection are Eternally Trapped in Hell

Chapter 92: Those with Affection are Eternally Trapped in Hell

Li Yuliang was far too familiar with this body. He did everything he could to make Song Jiting comfortable, the tenderness he had previously been stingy with now seemingly inadequate no matter how much he tried to compensate.

When Song Jiting was moved, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, his mind already blurred, as he uttered brokenly, “You… you simply don’t like me…”

Li Yuliang’s mind was clear. Looking at the person in his arms, those feelings of love that he couldn’t experience through his incomplete body sprouted roots in his heart, breeding endless infatuation, giving him the ultimate satisfaction.

“Don’t touch me…” Song Jiting struggled, but his soft hands gripped even tighter onto the gold-embroidered python robe.

He wasn’t someone who cried easily before. Even when deliberately trying to please Li Yuliang, he refused to expose such vulnerability in front of him.

But now, tears were like a bursting dam, one after another, never-ending, never drying.

“Why… why do you treat me like this…” Song Jiting’s body trembled uncontrollably, biting Li Yuliang’s shoulder. It didn’t hurt at all, but it broke Li Yuliang’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely to Song Jiting, only to receive an even more desperate sob in return.

“I hate you so much, I hate you so much…”

Song Jiting almost fainted, the last breathy sounds too faint for Li Yuliang to hear clearly.

He called him Yu-gege (Brother Yu).

Li Yuliang really couldn’t hear him clearly.

He held Song Jiting tightly in his arms, his sore arms reaching down from his waist to take out a jade token, and he placed it in Song Jiting’s hand.

It was his official seal, allowing him to enter and exit the Royal Palace freely, no servants or guards daring to stop him.

If Song Jiting were to barge into the palace and be discovered, this token would at least allow him to escape.

Li Yuliang gently stroked his face as he drifted off to sleep, lightly kissing him again and again, barely touching him. “Whenever you don’t want to see me anymore, just leave. Go far, far away. That will be your revenge on me.”

–

The news of the death of the Defender-General on the battlefield quickly spread throughout the land. A death notice written in black ink on white paper was posted on the city walls, and the people gathered together, jostling each other to get a better look.

The He family’s reputation in Bei Sheng was beyond words. Whether it was the late General He Chong, who had passed away long ago, or the current He Yuncheng, they were both revered as gods in people’s hearts.

Seeing the blood-red official seal stamped on the death notice, knowing that the death of He Yuncheng was indeed true, everyone lamented and mourned, weeping without end.

In the days that followed, even before He Yuncheng’s burial clothes could be transported back to Fengdu City, the people consciously hung soul-summoning banners, and day and night, the sounds of mournful weeping echoed continuously throughout the city.

Two women’s figures moved through the crowd. Even though she had long anticipated this ending, and even though her nature had long become cold and detached, Gu Meng Ning couldn’t help but feel regret at the sight before her.

She and Shen Tan were both dressed in plain clothes. After carefully reading the death notice under the city wall, they straightened their bamboo hats and turned to leave.

There was no time left. With He Yuncheng’s death, the situation was extremely unfavorable for her. She had to act as soon as possible.

The inn in the east of the city was where they had agreed to meet. The two women returned, passed through the crowd in the hall to mislead onlookers, exchanged glances with the waiter behind the counter, and went straight up the wooden stairs.

At the end of the corridor, Shen Tan stepped forward and opened the door. The person in the room had been waiting for them for a long time.

“Princess Meng Ning.”

With the dissipation of charm, Song Jiting’s eyes were filled with only indifference.

“Song Gongzi (Young Master).”

“Here is what you need.” He handed a crystal-clear jade token to Gu Meng Ning.

Gu Meng Ning’s eyes lit up. “Gongzi, you have great skills.”

She reached out to take the jade token, but he suddenly dodged.

Gu Meng Ning was stunned, then broke into a smile. “Song Gongzi, what other conditions do you have? Just name them.”

Last time, Song Jiting said that he only wanted Li Yuliang’s life.

Gu Meng Ning also felt that this condition was insufficient. The lowly life of a dog servant was not enough for him to risk his life to help her seize the country.

“I want power,” Song Jiting said.

Gu Meng Ning raised an eyebrow.

“When the princess ascends the throne in the future, I want a seat in the cabinet.”

Gu Meng Ning walked up to him with a smile in her eyes. “Song Gongzi, you are a smart person, much smarter than He Yuncheng.”

She waved her sleeve and turned around, her clothes fluttering. “This princess promises you that as long as you are sincerely loyal and I trust you, the position of Grand Secretary in the future will definitely be yours.”

The sealed room was dark and secluded. Through the cracks in the window lattices, the sounds of mourning could be faintly heard.

The conspirators reached a consensus, tacitly understanding each other, and were mutually satisfied.

This world is inherently one of fickleness and ruthlessness. The heartless are reborn, while the affectionate are eternally trapped in hell.

–

The news of He Yuncheng’s death spread from Fengdu City, carried by the summer breeze across the land of Bei Sheng.

The border camp was deathly silent. The soldiers hurried back and forth, searching day and night, but they still couldn’t find He Yuncheng’s body.

The false news had already reached Fengdu City. The little Emperor now believed that He Yuncheng was dead, and the He family army was under Han Mao’s control. At this time, the defense was at its weakest, and it would be wise to take advantage of it in one go.

Now, they had delayed for too many days searching for He Yuncheng’s body. If they delayed any longer, they were afraid that the imperial court would notice, and even if they had the upper hand in terms of military strength, more obstacles would inevitably arise.

The military advisor and Vice General Qin discussed for a while whether or not to persuade Lin Shuangxu to return as soon as possible. Although they understood his pain, since they had taken the first step, there was no turning back.

The two came to Lin Shuangxu’s door, still hesitant when they knocked, afraid that he would be sad, and even more afraid that he would be angry.

Unexpectedly, before the two could knock, the person inside came out himself.

Lin Shuangxu hadn’t spoken for several days. He was dressed in plain clothes, his eyes were hollow, and he was lifeless.

The two took half a step back and bowed, “Young Master.”

Lin Shuangxu of course knew why they had come. He was the one who decided to take this step. The lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers were in his hands. No matter how much pain he felt, he couldn’t ignore the bigger picture.

“Go and inform the soldiers to prepare to set off.”

“Yes.”

–

The winding procession set off amidst the sky-filled paper money. Lin Shuangxu rode at the front, while the others, after being allowed to mourn the general, finally couldn’t help but cover their faces and weep.

Only Lin Shuangxu’s face was calm, no different from usual. Only by looking closely could one discover how much ruthlessness was concealed beneath that calm face.

The mighty procession headed south, passing the foot of YanHui Mountain, and encountered two small Daoists.

It was unknown where they came from. The two Daoists were leading a carriage forward.

The carriage curtain was drawn, so it was impossible to see whether people were being carried inside or goods were being transported.

The overwhelming paper money obscured their vision. When the two sides met, the Daoists automatically moved to the side, giving them the main road.

As they passed Lin Shuangxu, the Daoists saluted him. Only after he had ridden past did they continue to drive the carriage forward.

As they went further and further away, the little Daoists began to chat idly, finding it boring along the way.

“Do you think that among the people Shizu (Grandmaster) saved from Yanhui Valley, besides the suffering people, there might be people from the He family army?”

“Probably. The He family army fought fiercely with the Yan Zhao people in the mountains for several days, and it’s inevitable that some soldiers lost their footing and fell.”

“That makes sense. I wonder if they can recover from such serious injuries.” The little Daoist lifted the carriage curtain as he spoke, checking the condition of the injured inside. Each of them was either missing an arm or a leg, barely clinging to life.

“This time, Shizu saved so many people, his cultivation should be complete, right? Shouldn’t he leave the mountain?”

“Who knows? Shizu has been trapping himself in the valley for ten years. I don’t think the old man is planning to leave the mountain…”

The two were chatting enthusiastically when the procession suddenly stopped, and they didn’t even notice for a moment.

It wasn’t until Lin Shuangxu rode his horse in front of their carriage that the two raised their heads and saw that handsome, thin man. Although he wasn’t wearing armor, he made people feel an invisible pressure.

Lin Shuangxu said indifferently, “What’s in the carriage?”