Chapter 3 — Thousand Tribulations Without Return

Canh Hac was so happy that he didn't notice the lost look in my eyes, grabbed my hand tightly, pulled me out of the main hall, his voice still carrying a low smile: "Lac Quan... Linh Tuyen Bong Lai has been dry for ten thousand years and just revived. I took her there to bathe in the spiritual water. I also asked for a piece of spiritual land there, and in the future I will plant a separate garden of fairy fruit for her... Wait... wait until our child..." Before the words were finished, a little fairy suddenly jumped out in front of the car. low official. Following that, the spirit beast pulling the cart was frightened, raised its head and roared loudly, knocking me down from the cart! Canh Hac was angry, his aura shook the might of heaven, he immediately lifted his magic weapon, intending to deal with that immortal mandarin. However, the moment his eyes glanced at the other person's face, his hand suddenly stopped in midair. He frowned, his voice was low, carrying a strange and unpredictable look: "What... are you doing here?" The little fairy official was lifted up by him, revealing her soft white neck. Her voice trembled slightly, as weak as smoke: "There... is something important... I need to report to the Emperor..." My eyes flashed, my hands trembled as I pressed against the ground, while my hands were covered in blood on the left palm. Canh Hac saw the wound on my hand leaking blood, his eyes were suddenly as cold as steel, his voice echoed, like rolling thunder: "Don't you have eyes? Your Majesty is injured, don't you hurry up and get punished!" However, I did not miss... the gentle gesture with which he put her down, not like an angry person who wanted to punish his subordinate to death. Looking at the proud eyes at the corner of the little fairy's mouth, my heart sank into the cold abyss. I don't need to guess anymore - she is Mong Ly, the little flower fairy that Canh Hac secretly raised outside. Canh Hac blocked my eyes, not allowing me to look in her direction, then bent down to pick me up and put me in the jade cart. But when he saw Mong Ly still standing there, his eyes finally softened, then... he took her to the car. I looked at him, the corner of my lips curled up in a cold smile. As if sensing my gaze, Canh Hac felt a little uneasy, cleared his throat and explained: "I... just hit too hard, this little fairy twisted her ankle. If I let her go to the punishment like that, there will be people behind her back saying I'm unfair." I didn't answer, just said "yes" softly, then sat back in the car and pulled down the curtains. From now on, my eyes can no longer see his face, nor Mong Ly's face. But the image of two silhouettes leaning side by side is like a sharp blade, deeply engraved into the bottom of my eyes, cutting every fiber of my soul. That night, when Canh Hac brought the cup of tea with the scent of Dream of An Hoa, his smile was still gentle, his voice like wind and mist whispered: "Just get some sleep, Lac Quan... everything will be fine." I do not refuse. Just drink it all in one gulp. My eyelids gradually became heavy, but my consciousness remained extremely alert. Every sound outside the pearl curtain is as clear as a carving knife, each word piercing straight into my heart. Canh Hac's voice was cold, carrying a heavy pressure like heavenly authority: "Haven't I warned you countless times not to appear in front of Lac Quan?" Outside, Mong Ly's voice was soft and smooth like a spring breeze caressing a willow: "I... am afraid that the Divine Lien Tu Thai I just drank, if I delay for a few days, I will lose all its medicinal power... that's why I wanted to come find the Emperor~" She even lowered her voice, soft as silk: "What's more... I already have your anesthetic flower powder, Emperor." When you wake up, you won't remember anything." Canh Hac was silent for a moment, then snorted softly: "Even if there is pollen... you can't be completely assured. I warn you, just this once!” Mong Ly laughed softly, her laughter was as light as an orchid, but it carried a sweet poison: "Yes, yes... Emperor, don't worry, just this once... I guarantee~" Then she lowered her voice, breathing softly into his ear, her voice like a wave of water: "Di Quan... my fairy palace is about to get cold... If I don't do it a few more times, won't I waste the medicinal power of Than Lien Tu Thai~" The jade carriage shook slightly, the wheels stopped rolling, the sound of clothes rang out in the carriage. rustling and releasing, the sound was suffocatingly compressed. “Remember carefully… it's all about not letting the Shen Lien go to waste!” Canh Hac's voice sounded cold and heartless, but his breathing was heavy, broken, full of long-suppressed desire, clearly without even the slightest hesitation. Every sentence, every word seemed to cut into my heart, I wanted to open my eyes, wanted to run away, but my eyelids were as heavy as mountains, unable to move. The sounds became more and more blurred, the breaths piled up, the whispers lingered, each noise was a knife cutting deep into my soul. My tears fell, wetting the brocade pillow, but no one saw it. I used to think they would only say a few words and then leave. I drink that cup of tea because I want my eyes not to see and my heart not to worry. But... I was wrong.{Read full page on Nguyet Hoa Cac page} Those two people... were so brave that, even in the jade carriage in front of me, they dared to be wild and have fun! Canh Hac's breathing became more and more rapid, just like the nights he held me in the palace, each breath in my ear, each heartbeat merging into one... Just... at this moment, under his body, it was not me. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of biting lips in patience, the sound of Mong Ly moaning softly, were all quickly covered up by him: "Shh... be careful to wake up Lac Quan." Her voice was choked, still carrying an arrogant smile, whispering: "Don't worry, Emperor... even if you wake up, you won't be able to open your eyes..." But I heard everything. Each sound... was as clear as a knife mark on the bone marrow. It was as if I was trapped in a nightmare, my consciousness was awake but my body couldn't wake up, watching helplessly as my soul was crushed piece by piece. When the sound finally stopped, I thought... I had escaped hell. But Mong Ly... laughed again and hugged him again. Once… Then once… Once again… … … Each sound was like a thunderstorm falling, tearing the bones, tearing the heart. The time was so long... so long that I almost believed I was trapped in an endless nightmare, until those two people finally... stopped. A soft, cold hand gently brushed my cheek, wiping away the remaining tears at the corner of my eyes. Mong Ly's voice was close to her ear, whispering like a dagger through her heart: "How's it going?" Haven't you ever seen the Emperor so crazy...right?" Outside the car, Canh Hac's low voice rang out, still the usual gentle voice, but to me... it sounded like a knife cutting meat: "Don't waste time. While she is not awake, you should quickly go to Linh Tuyen Bong Lai." Mong Ly let out a small, soft, meaningful laugh: "It's just a spirit stream, what's worth bathing in?" Canh Hac replied gently, his voice low with a hint of laughter: "That's what I intentionally prepared for you You, I have arranged ten thousand years of spirit veins there. Spiritual spring is just a phenomenon triggered by spiritual veins, bathing is good, but only if you stay there, can you help the fetus to create a perfect immortal fetus." My breath stopped, a cold current rolled up from the bottom of my heart, covering every inch of my skin. So... Canh Hac led me to Bong Lai... just to help me relieve my fatigue, and all the preparations... were for her. I know... I know from beginning to end he is acting in front of me. However, when every single thing is torn apart right before our eyes, our hearts... why is it still so painful? Canh Hac's voice was still gentle, as if talking about an unprecedented happiness: "In the future, our child will definitely be smarter than others, I have already chosen a name for him." He smiled slightly, his voice as gentle as the moon breaking in the mist: "So Dieu. The first day of the East rises, the day of the year falls on the sun — the initial light, the long birthday of the moon.” Then he smiled slightly, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "I also specifically looked at your fate chart. This guy... fits your destiny very well." Boom. Those words were like thunder breaking through the top, each word was like a heavy hammer falling, crushing my chest in the blink of an eye. So Dieu... Isn't that the name Canh Hac prayed for me that year?