SEC Chapter 266 Is Qin Mu an Immortal? Zhao Qingxue in Despair
Chapter 266 Is Qin Mu an Immortal? Zhao Qingxue in Despair
Qin Mu stood beside her, side by side.
The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, its hem swaying like a legendary immortal.
The fierce winds that had just torn everything apart seemed to become gentle breezes when they reached him, only lightly lifting the hem of his clothes and ruffling the stray hairs at his temples.
His face still held that look she knew best.
Lazy, composed, with a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips.
The complex emotions in Zhao Qingxue's heart were almost overflowing.
Traveling a thousand miles a day.
No, not only that.
It can cover a thousand miles in an instant.
From the capital of the Qin Dynasty to the capital of Liyang, it is a distance of thousands of miles. Even a horse that can travel a thousand miles would have to run its legs off, and even a carrier pigeon would have to fly for several days and nights.
And he-
I flew here with her in my arms.
Like a legendary immortal, riding the clouds and mist, covering thousands of miles in an instant.
Countless images flashed through Zhao Qingxue's mind.
That night at the Nujiang ferry, the phantom image formed by the Emperor Taizu's decree was casually crushed by him.
At that moment, she thought that was the extent of his power.
But only now did she understand—
No.
Far from it.
What is the Emperor Taizu's edict?
That was nothing more than a remnant of the spirit and essence from three hundred years ago.
And he,
This man.
He possesses a power beyond all imagination.
It is a power that makes any being seem as insignificant as an ant before it.
Zhao Qingxue's fingers slowly tightened inside her sleeve.
My fingernails dug deep into my palm, sending a sharp pain through me.
But that pain was nothing compared to the despair surging within her, threatening to engulf her.
She recalled the thoughts she had had these past few days.
Bear the burden of humiliation.
Waiting for the right opportunity.
Take it one step at a time.
Ultimately, it overthrew the Qin Dynasty.
Those thoughts were once her motivation to persevere.
That was the reason she told herself "it was all worth it".
It was the only thing that kept her going, allowing her to grit her teeth and endure the humiliation and torment that made her life worse than death, all within the deep palace.
But now, standing high in the sky, looking down at the landscape below that resembles a sand table.
She suddenly understood—
How ridiculous those thoughts were.
Overthrow the Qin Dynasty?
To overthrow this man?
What will be used to overthrow it?
Based on her schemes?
Based on her scheming?
Based on her self-righteous "intelligence"?
Give me a break.
This man possesses such methods.
Traveling thousands of miles in an instant, riding the clouds and mist, like a legendary immortal.
How could someone like that be outmaneuvered by her?
How could she possibly overturn it?
Her so-called "enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens," her so-called "waiting for the right opportunity," and her so-called "taking things slowly"—
In his eyes, it was nothing more than the laughable struggle of ants.
Like a clown on stage, thinking he's putting on a brilliant performance, but little does he know the audience is just watching quietly, a pitying smile on their lips.
Zhao Qingxue's legs suddenly felt weak.
She could barely stand.
But she can't fall down.
She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to stand firm.
Then she spoke.
The voice was hoarse, yet exceptionally clear:
"you……"
She paused, then took a deep breath.
The breath she inhaled, carrying the thinness and coolness unique to high altitudes, made her feel more awake.
"Are you... human or immortal?"
Qin Mu turned his head and looked at her.
The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating his handsome features with exceptional clarity.
A smile played in those deep eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Scared?"
Zhao Qingxue did not answer.
She simply looked at him, a hint of relief flashing deep within her deep purple phoenix eyes.
Yes, I feel relieved.
Since we already know this, it's impossible to overturn it.
Now that we know, all struggles are in vain.
Then I won't struggle anymore.
Well then... I guess I'll just have to accept my fate.
The thought flashed through her mind.
Like a bolt of lightning, it cleaved through the chaos in her heart.
She suddenly felt so relaxed.
That feeling is like carrying a huge boulder up a mountain for countless years, and finally one day, someone tells you—
No need to climb anymore.
Put down the stone.
So be it.
A faint smile slowly curved the corners of Zhao Qingxue's lips.
"Afraid?" she said softly, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself.
"Maybe."
She paused, her gaze fixed on his face, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"But I'm even more grateful."
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow.
"What's there to be thankful for?"
Zhao Qingxue looked at him, and in her deep purple phoenix eyes, there was no fear, no resentment, only a calm.
It was as calm as a stagnant pool.
"I'm so glad I made that decision," she said.
"I'm glad I didn't continue to resist."
"Thankfully—"
She paused, then took a deep breath:
I chose to marry you.
Qin Mu looked at her, his admiration deepening.
He didn't speak.
He simply reached out and gently took her hand.
Then, he carried her down slowly.
Through the clouds, through the night, through the twinkling starlight.
Beneath my feet, the landscape became increasingly clear.
Mountains, rivers, towns, lights.
Getting closer.
finally--
Both feet touched the ground.
Zhao Qingxue opened her eyes.
They stood on a bluestone road.
All around are layers of rooftops, high walls, and well-arranged courtyards.
The moonlight shone down, bathing everything in a silvery white light.
In the distance, a magnificent palace can be vaguely seen.
The vermilion palace walls and golden glazed tiles gleamed with a solemn and luxurious light under the moonlight.
That is the Liyang Imperial Palace.
Zhao Qingxue's pupils contracted slightly.
She's back.
They're really back.
Standing here, in a small alleyway in the capital city of Yang, just a few miles from the palace where she grew up.
She's back.
And it was this man who brought her back.
This man terrified her, filled her with despair, and forced her to accept her fate.
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath.
That breath, inhaled into the lungs, carried the unique, familiar air of Liyang.
That aura made her feel a little more relaxed.
Qin Mu stood beside her, looking around.
Under the moonlight, the rooftops are arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, the alleys are paved with bluestone slabs, and the occasional sound of the night watchman striking his clapper can be heard.
He nodded.
"The environment of Liyang Imperial City," he said, with a hint of genuine appreciation in his tone, "is quite nice."
Zhao Qingxue looked at him.
Looking at his appearance and listening to his tone.
Suddenly, I realized how absurd it all was.
This man carried her thousands of miles in an instant, flying from the Great Qin to Liyang.
At this moment, she is standing in a small alley in her hometown, commenting on her surroundings.
It was as if he wasn't the one who came to overthrow her empire.
He was just a tourist who had come from afar.
Zhao Qingxue didn't know what to say.
She just stood there, watching him.
She suddenly felt that perhaps—
So be it.
Just accept your fate.
And so, she became his empress.
Perhaps, that's not bad either.
Zhao Qingxue closed her eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Then, I opened my eyes.
Look at him.
"Let's go," she said softly, "since you're here, I'll show you around."
"Look at the place where I grew up."
Qin Mu looked at her, his smile deepening.
He nodded.
"Okay," he said.
The two walked side by side along the bluestone path toward the magnificent palace.
At this moment, the first rays of dawn appear, and the rising sun begins to shine.
The golden dawn shone on the two of them, casting their shadows on the ground, intertwining them like a divine couple, a sight to behold.