Chapter 94

  "What's the use, Sima Rui? This way, Murong Feng won't be happy even if she knows in the afterlife. She will definitely be unhappy." Lihui didn't know how to comfort him now. The current Sima Rui was afraid that no one's words could get through to him. Since he had made up his mind to die, even a god couldn't change his fate.

  "I just want to know if she's okay now, if she's cold or hungry." Sima Rui sat in the quiet room, his expression and words were calm, revealing a sense of helpless indifference. "Rather than waiting here uselessly, I'd rather go to where she is and see if she's still okay."

  Lihui shook her head helplessly, "Do you think that by going to the Nine Springs below, you can see Murong Feng?"

  "This is the only way I can see her." Sima Rui said expressionlessly, "If you want to use medicine, please hurry up. Don't stand there and bother me, I just want to be alone quietly, anyone in front of me is a annoying disturbance."

  Lihui sighed, actually now whether or not to use medicine, for restricting Sima Rui's actions, it was no longer necessary.

  Simarui never intended to leave this room again, he just wanted to die here like this. This is the only place where Murong Feng has ever stayed. If his soul comes back, it can only come here. Breathing in the cool autumn air, it seems that you can faintly smell Murong Feng's light breath, warm and delicate.

  "Why must you be like this?" Lihui looked at Sima Rui with distress, "You can try to like someone else, when I came in, it seemed like there was a woman standing at the door, she's quite delicate and quiet. According to Yan Yu, she's the new person Lord Wei gave you. Why not try to accept her? Maybe you can forget about Murong Feng. With time, things will fade."

  Simarui no longer opened his mouth to say anything.

  "I know you don't want to hear this, but people can't have everything go their way. Now that Murong Feng is gone, it's impossible for him to come back. You're also aware that once he left, there was no chance of survival. Why bother holding on to hope? It's better to live happily and make the most of it. Take me, for example - I never liked your father, but for the sake of the people of Wumeng, didn't I still marry him and live a good life? Sometimes, all you can do is make things difficult for yourself."

  Simarui's eyes drifted away to a distant place and refused to return.

  Lihui quietly walked to Sima Rui's front, close enough to hear his breathing, looked at Sima Rui's face, and quietly said: "Sima Rui, can't you put another person in your heart?"

  Simarui lightly and firmly shook his head.

  "In my heart, you are the only one, but in your heart, I don't even have a trace. " Li Fei smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I'd rather it was me who was taken by Sima Qiang back then, not Murong Feng. At least that way, there would still be some mark of me, Ya Li, in your heart."

  "No ifs, and if there were, I'd rather jump on the horse carriage with Feng'er together." Sima Rui said tiredly and faintly, "Don't like me, my heart really can't hold anyone else from the moment I truly saw Feng'er, my heart has had its master, and it can't be changed again."

  Yali sorrowfully pursed her lips, a faint bite mark hiding all the tears she had held back. She deeply loved the man in front of her, and sometimes she really wanted to poison him to death so that he wouldn't suffer anymore. But she would rather have him alive, because as long as he was alive, she could see him from time to time. So every time she administered the medicine, it was both her happiest and most painful moment.

  Meng Wanlu's head was covered with a bloody cloth outside the room, standing alone and stubbornly.

  Yan Yu looked at her calmly and said in a gentle tone, "Miss Meng, please don't make things difficult for us servants. You were only sent over by Lord Wei, and neither the Empress Dowager nor the Fourth Prince has acknowledged your existence. It's best if you just return to your proper place. Right now, the Fourth Prince is in a bad mood, and the life or death of his consort is still uncertain. Please don't stir up any more trouble here."

  Meng Wanlu stood silently, her stubbornness evident in her posture.

  Lihui walked out and took a look at her, shook her head, even if it were an immortal-like person placed in front of Sima Rui, she would probably be of no use. At this time, Sima Rui's heart was filled with only one person, Murong Feng. Yan Yu said it right, what is this little girl doing here at this time.

  "Miss Meng, Smoke Jade calls you that," said Li Fei lightly. "Listen to me, it's better for you to go back where you came from, don't stay here. Nowadays, the Fourth Prince only has Mu Rong Feng in his heart. Even if you're a heavenly beauty, even if you're a replica of Mu Rong Feng, you're useless, unless you're Mu Rong Feng herself. Otherwise, don't bother."

  "I don't believe you, Murong Feng is a dead person, I am a living person, as long as I want to, I will definitely win over a dead person." Meng Wanlu said calmly, "Since I have been promised to the Fourth Prince, I should follow my fate. Just because he doesn't like me now, it doesn't mean he won't like me in the future."

  "You are indeed an ungrateful woman. I was trying to advise you out of kindness..." Consort Li shook her head, saying helplessly.

  Meng Wanlu quietly looked at Li Fei, interrupting her words, and coldly said: "You are the emperor's concubine, this statement is truly shallow. You should mind your own business and not interfere with mine."

  "Suit yourself, I don't care. If you want to humiliate yourself, that's your business. I have my own problems to worry about. Good luck with your wishful thinking, but it'll probably end in tears."

  After finishing speaking, she turned her head and walked away, with a somewhat inexplicable feeling in her heart. This girl was indeed very stubborn, but it was just that she didn't approve of her emotional tendencies. Even if she used all her efforts, Sima Rui would not have the slightest bit of softness or pity. Never mind, people have their own aspirations, let her be, wasn't she also deeply burying her love in her heart, and on the surface, happily being the emperor's consort?

  Simarui's wooden head sat quietly in the room, lost in thought. The scattered ink marks on the paper were like a chaotic painting, replaying the old stories over and over again before his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.

  The jade-like beauty outside is heartbreaking to see, she lowers her head, and tears quietly fall.

  Holding a cup of hot milk, Bai Min sat stupidly on the sofa in a daze. Today, she went to the hospital to visit her friend and was told that recently she had been seeing and hearing all sorts of strange things, none of which were from this era.

  Friend smiled and said, "Are you not feeling well these days, too tired or uncomfortable? Or is it just exhaustion, a good rest will be fine."