Ye luan was shocked. Seeing his pale and weak face, she immediately carried him on her back and headed to the back courtyard of the temple.
After making a turn around the corridor, she saw monks sweeping the grounds.
"Little monk, are there any empty meditation rooms in the back courtyard?"
Ye luan was panting, so exhausted that the big man was almost crushing her to death.
Several sweeping monks saw this scene and rushed to help.
"Oh, it's Young Master Lu."
Lu Feibai had been offering incense at the temple for years, and whenever he arrived, he would stay for several days. The monks all recognized him.
"Quick, carry him to the Young Master's room."
Ye luan rubbed her aching shoulders and quickly followed.
"Aren't you going to call a doctor?"
She looked at the monk who came out in surprise.
Was she just supposed to throw him in the room like that?!
"Amitabha, donor, you may not know, but the Young Master's illness is incurable by medicine. Even a doctor would be of no use. He doesn't have much time left."
Ye luan was stunned. As the figures walked further and further away, she immediately pushed open the door and entered the inner room.
On the bamboo couch, the person was still unconscious.
She walked closer, took out his wrist from under the covers, and began to feel his pulse.
Outside the window, crabapple blossoms fell on the windowsill with the breeze. Several thrushes stood on the dense treetops, singing melodiously.
Inside the room.
Ye luan's face sank.
It was congenital frostbite disease?!
His body was severely depleted, and there were many toxins mixed within him. To have lived to this age was entirely due to his strong willpower and the support of various medicines.
What kind of life worse than death had Lu Feibai lived all these years?
Her heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
A moment later, Ye luan took out several silver needles from the hidden weapons on her wrist, sterilized them with wine, and began to needle Lu Feibai.
Congenital frostbite disease was already incurable.
After nightfall, Lu Feibai slowly woke up.
His pale and sickly face looked even more terrifying in the dim moonlight.
He turned his head and saw Ye luan slumped by the bedside, his eyes showing a flicker of panic.
He must have scared her with his ghastly appearance.
Ye luan's sleep was light, and she woke up as soon as she felt someone looking at her.
"You're awake?!"
Lu Feibai propped himself up and sat up, tugging at the corner of his lips. "Mm."
Ye luan propped him up with a pillow, lit the candle, and asked softly, "What do you want to eat?"
"Have you eaten?"
"I have."
Lu Feibai smiled, "No need to trouble yourself. I'm not hungry."
"How can that be? You haven't eaten all day. You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat. You wait here."
With that, Ye luan opened the door and left.
Lu Feibai remained in the room, looking at her receding figure, and was slightly stunned.
After an unknown amount of time, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared. "Young Master."
Lu Feibai came back to his senses, and the aura around him turned cold.
"Is everything handled?"
"Yes."
A slight curve formed on Lu Feibai's pale lips, revealing a terrifying indifference.
"After so many years, my wish is finally granted."
The Lu family was destroyed, and revenge was taken. He—died without regret!
"Qing Luan, in seven days, the capital will be in chaos. The Lu family and Xie Nanchen will surely not be able to escape the capital. After it's done, all of you—disperse."
Qing Luan looked at his master giving his last instructions, his heart filled with sorrow.
He knelt on the ground with his sword. "Shadow guards are loyal to the Young Master unto death and will not live苟活."
Lu Feibai smiled. "My body is at the end of its strength. You are still young. Go and see this beautiful land for me."
"Young Master!"
"That's enough. You may withdraw."
The candlelight flickered, and the night grew deeper and the dew heavier.
Lu Feibai looked at the flickering shadows outside the door and chuckled, "Come in."
Ye Luan pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of peach blossom porridge, and said with a sheepish smile, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Sorry."
"It's alright."
Lu Feibai lifted the quilt, got off the bed, touched her head, and sat down at the round table.
"The porridge smells very fragrant."
Ye Luan said, "Then eat slowly. I'll go back to my room now."
"A Luan, sit with me for a while."
His voice was light and faint, adding a touch of desolation to the quiet room.
Ye Luan guessed that he had something to say to her, so she sat on a chair not far away.
For a moment, in the room, there was only the sound of porcelain clinking from bowls and chopsticks and faint breathing.
Lu Feibai suddenly spoke.
"Before I was born, I was poisoned. My mother died in difficult labor to give birth to me. From birth, I became a sickly child who depended on medicine. The imperial physicians predicted that I would not live past twenty."
"But my stepmother still couldn't tolerate me. She often framed me in secret. The loyal servants left by my mother were all gradually killed. At the age of five, I personally witnessed my wet nurse being murdered and had nightmares for an entire night!"
"Later, when I grew older, my grandmother also died. There was no one in the mansion to protect me, and my life became increasingly difficult."
"At the age of eight, I began to cultivate my own influence and discovered the truth of my grandmother's and mother's deaths."
Ye Luan looked at the man who seemed to be lost in a nightmare, laughing self-mockingly, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Talking about the past again was like tearing open a scabbed wound, exposing it bloody and raw before him, causing him immense pain.
"I really have a good father. He colluded with his concubine to murder his wife, harmed his legitimate mother, and even wanted to ascend the throne of the supreme ruler of the world. How ridiculous."
"From the age of twelve, I cultivated secret guards to monitor his actions. Even more, to bring him down, I dragged my sickly body to Northern Qi myself to find evidence."
"This trip lasted three years."
Ye Luan had heard Fu Dai say that Lu Feibai had gone to the South Sea to seek medical treatment when he was critically ill. She assumed it was all a deception to the world.
In reality, he had gone to Northern Qi.
"Later, it took me five years to secretly collect evidence of my father's treason and leak it to the Lu family's enemies."
"After all these years, the Lu family is about to fall, and I—am also about to die."
"A Luan, you say my short life is too ridiculous."
He was laughing, a laugh that made one's heart ache.
His gentle eyes looked at her with desolation, chilling and bleak. His entire being exuded an aura of death.
He had lost the will to live.
Ye Luan felt a surge of sadness in her heart.
She stood up, patted his shoulder, and said softly,
"It's all in the past."
Lu Feibai leaned back in his wheelchair and quietly looked at her.
In the dim room, it was as if a beam of light had shone into his dark abyss. In the empty, desolate ruins, in the icy land covered by heavy snow, his vision was filled with daylight.
He chuckled, feeling as if his empty heart had been filled, no longer just ravaged by cold ice shards.
"A Luan, are you willing to go to Northern Qi?"
"Ah—"
Lu Feibai smiled and looked at her. "A Luan, don't you want to leave Prince Dingbei? On our wedding day, which is seven days from now, there will be great chaos in the capital."
"I can send people to escort you out of the capital and ensure that Prince Dingbei can never find you."
Ye Luan was slightly startled and remained silent.
"A Luan?!"
"Why?"
Ye Luan didn't understand. They had only met a few times, so why would Lu Feibai help her?
Even knowing about her entanglement with Xiao Chizhan, he still wanted to leave her a way out. What was the reason?