BLHO Chapter 100

Chapter 100: “Home”

Guo Yao sighed softly and said nothing more. He turned to the side and instructed his subordinate, “Tell Vice General Qin to attack with all his might and take the city as quickly as possible.”

“Yes!”

The only option now was a swift victory to execute the incompetent emperor as soon as possible and reduce other casualties.

Receiving the military advisor’s orders, Vice General Qin no longer hesitated and led his troops to attack again.

After continuous battles, Li Yuliang’s eyes had turned bloodshot. His exhausted body left him unable to think; the only thing he could do was to keep fighting against the surging enemy soldiers.

Until the morning sun rose again.

The defending soldiers had almost lost their fighting strength, and the sleepless Grand Diviner fell into the blood and filth.

His dying body could only be supported by his arms. He seemed to be searching for something as he struggled to crawl forward.

Why had it turned into today’s calamity? He had clearly deduced that Princess Meng Ning would be a wise ruler.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty…” His voice was already hoarse, but he still called out repeatedly.

No one knew who he believed could save the world at this moment.

“I’m not wrong, everything I’ve done is for the sake of the people… Bei Sheng will not be destroyed in my hands…”

“Master…”

In the end, he unconsciously called out that long-lost title—

To the person who had shown him kindness as great as mountains, yet whom he hated so deeply.

On the verge of death, he saw that face again.

Bright eyes, otherworldly and immortal.

“Master…”

He lay on the ground, laboriously raising his head. That face was right in front of him, white hair falling, an ethereal appearance, just as before.

He still had something to say, but he had no strength left. His eyelids grew heavy, and the world became chaos.

But the person who appeared before him was not a hallucination from his near-death state.

He had really returned.

White robes and white hair, ageless face, his fluttering demeanor contrasted sharply with the blood and gore everywhere, as if they belonged to two completely different worlds.

He slowly walked through the battlefield, arriving in front of Lin Shuangxu.

“Does the young master intend to let the entire Bei Sheng be buried with him?”

Across the distance, Lin Shuangxu saw an unfamiliar face.

He had never seen this person before.

“Who are you?”

“Who I am is not important. What’s important is who the young master wants to see.”

Lin Shuangxu looked behind him. Not far away, a carriage was parked, the curtains tightly drawn. Through the light and shadows, he could vaguely see a figure in armor inside.

That outline was too familiar; his heart rate suddenly increased.

The other party smiled knowingly, stepped aside slightly, and respectfully gestured for him to come forward.

Lin Shuangxu didn’t know who this person was, nor did he know the purpose of his ambiguous words.

But he hardly hesitated, dismounted, and walked straight towards the carriage.

“Young Master, be careful of a trap!” Guo Yao reminded him from the side, “This person’s origins are unknown; don’t trust him easily.”

Lin Shuangxu thought for a moment, pushed away Guo Yao’s hand, and continued towards the carriage.

Guo Yao warily exchanged a look, and several soldiers tightened their sabers, following closely behind Lin Shuangxu to protect him. If they detected any unusual movement, they would strike immediately.

The figure in the carriage grew closer and closer, and Lin Shuangxu’s heart became increasingly restless.

His footsteps stopped in front of the carriage. He raised his hand to lift the curtain, but his wrist couldn’t stop trembling.

Inch by inch, the gauze curtain was opened, and the figure inside the carriage revealed its true face.

Familiar iron armor—he recognized this armor with just one glance.

It was He Yuncheng’s armor.

Placed properly on the seat.

But beneath the armor, it was empty.

There was no one in the carriage at all; this person had lied to him.

His emotions rose and fell sharply, and Lin Shuangxu lowered his head, breathing heavily.

“Seize him.”

He ordered in a deep voice, and the guards behind him instantly drew their swords. Several long blades pressed against the white-haired man’s neck.

The other party showed no sign of panic, calmly saying to Lin Shuangxu, “The General has returned to the General’s Manor and is waiting for the young master. I am here with this armor as proof, to ask the young master to call off the troops.”

Lin Shuangxu’s cold eyes grew even more ruthless as he asked, “Where is his body?”

“I just said, the General has returned safely.”

Lin Shuangxu’s breathing was rapid, his patience completely lost after being provoked by the armor, “I’ll ask one last time, where did you find this armor?”

“General He personally handed me the armor. If the young master doesn’t believe my words, why not return to the General’s Manor and see for yourself? General He is really waiting for you.”

In recent days, Guo Yao, Vice General Qin, and the people around him had not dared to mention He Yuncheng in front of Lin Shuangxu.

Everyone understood that he appeared normal on the surface, but he was actually a madman.

“If you don’t speak, you die.”

Lin Shuangxu stopped wasting words on questions, snatched a sword from a guard beside him, and thrust it towards the other party’s heart.

The other party didn’t even dodge. Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce his clothes, he looked straight at Lin Shuangxu’s back. First, there was a hint of surprise, and then he smiled helplessly.

“He understands you after all.”

Lin Shuangxu didn’t understand what he was saying, but at the same time, he heard a guard shout to him, “Young Master, look!”

The guard’s gaze was directed at the same spot as the white-haired man’s.

So Lin Shuangxu retracted the sword and turned to look.

With this one glance, through the mountains of knives and seas of fire, he saw the snowy night lake, the drunken boat, and the tenderness that had stirred the entire world.

His arm fell straight down, and the cold blade fell to the ground.

He Yuncheng…

After a long while, he took a slow step. The short distance felt incredibly difficult.

He Yuncheng’s face was very pale from his unhealed wounds, but his eyes were filled with love as he looked at him.

Finally, he walked up to him, looking at his body sitting upright in the wheelchair. He must have been seriously injured, so he couldn’t even walk.

He opened his mouth, his lips trembling, but he didn’t know where to start.

Had he really returned, or was he just having another great dream, like every night before, when he opened his eyes, only to find tear stains on his pillow?

“Yun…”

His throat was so choked up that he couldn’t even call out his name.

He Yuncheng seemed calmer than him, glancing at his back, and spoke to him first, “Who told you to lead the He Family Army to rebel?”

Lin Shuangxu’s mind went completely blank. He didn’t know how to think anymore, and for a moment, he thought He Yuncheng was blaming him.

This was the imperial court and the people that He Yuncheng would rather die than betray, but in his hands, it had become a living hell.

He looked back, seeing rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

His madness of many days finally cleared, and he began to regain his senses.

He seemed to finally realize what he had done, looking bewildered at the ongoing slaughter.

When he came back to his senses again, he saw He Yuncheng slowly reach out his hand to him.

An empty palm was extended in front of him. He thought for a moment, then took out the military seal and returned it to him.

The moment the seal was placed in his palm, He Yuncheng tightened his fingers, enclosing his hand along with it.

Lin Shuangxu’s hand was ice cold, and He Yuncheng couldn’t help but frown.

As He Yuncheng’s warmth surged up, Lin Shuangxu only felt like crying.

The two hands remained clasped for a moment, and Lin Shuangxu seemed to be stunned, not moving at all.

He Yuncheng didn’t wait for him any longer, using force in his wrist to pull him closer.

So close that their noses were touching, Lin Shuangxu bent over, almost unable to stand.

He Yuncheng supported his waist, then moved his hand up his spine, stroking his face.

He Yuncheng smelled of bitter medicine, but with every breath, it was the scent that Lin Shuangxu could never forget.

Unable to express his heartache, He Yuncheng could only say one thing to him.

“Home.”