BLHO Chapter 93

Chapter 93: When the time is right, you will naturally see him

Chapter 93: When the time is right, you will naturally see him

The two Taoist priests looked at each other, and the older one stepped forward and replied, “These are injured people being treated in our temple. Is there anything the General needs?”

Lin Shuangxu’s eyes darkened, and without explaining anything to them, he glanced at Deputy General Qin beside him.

Deputy General Qin immediately said, “Open the curtain.”

“This, I’m afraid it’s not convenient.” The young Taoist priest explained, “My master instructed that these injured people must be safely transported back to the temple, and they must not be disturbed in any way along the way.”

“Routine inspection at the Yan-Zhao border, please cooperate, Taoist priests.”

Deputy General Qin casually made up a reason, but he was not discussing with them. He strode forward and directly went to lift the carriage curtain.

“General, you can’t!” The two Taoist priests hurriedly tried to stop him, but were blocked by the soldiers on the side, helpless and red-faced with anger, “What are you trying to do? Why are you being so rude?”

Deputy General Qin ignored what they said, leaned into the carriage, and surveyed the situation inside. Then, he turned back and shook his head at Lin Shuangxu, “Young Master.”

Lin Shuangxu frowned and slowly stepped forward.

The Taoist priests were not lying; the carriage was indeed full of dying injured people.

Lin Shuangxu checked each face one by one, but the person he was looking for was not among them.

He was really stupid.

How could He Yuncheng possibly be here?

He was already dead, fallen off a cliff, his body and bones gone.

Without a word, Lin Shuangxu turned back to his horse and let the two Taoist priests pass.

The winding procession continued to move forward, endless paper money flying all over the sky, and the wailing wind raged through the mountains and fields, mourning He Yuncheng, and also mourning everything that was about to be buried with him.

He, Yun, Cheng.

–

It was the unknown number of days and nights since he had fallen into darkness, when He Yuncheng finally glimpsed a glimmer of light in the overwhelming void.

His life had been saved; he was clearly aware of this.

But he was too seriously injured, his body completely unable to move, and he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes.

He knew that Lin Shuangxu was grieving for him.

When he was sadly shedding tears, he was right by Lin Shuangxu’s side.

But he could only watch helplessly, unable to speak, unable to touch him.

That was his dying moments, perhaps his soul had already separated from his body; he couldn’t be sure whether everything he saw was real or an illusion.

He just clung to Lin Shuangxu, followed him closely, surrounding him with his intangible body, unwilling to leave.

Until some powerful force issued a deafening summons, he followed that force irresistibly, and his remaining consciousness finally returned to his body.

Then, the five senses began to slowly recover, and he began to feel pain.

He was still alive; even he himself couldn’t believe that he could survive.

The narrow field of vision was a pale white, blurry, and he couldn’t see clearly where he was.

It wasn’t home, and it wasn’t the army camp; the room he was in was unfamiliar.

Simple tables and chairs were all he could see.

What he couldn’t see was the white paper money being blown into the valley by the wind like snowflakes, from a few scattered pieces to flying all over the sky.

Then, he saw a figure in the doorway.

The person bent down, picked up a piece of paper money that had fallen at his feet, and slowly came to his bedside.

His head was aching, and every part of his body hurt. He blinked hard, trying to see the person’s face clearly.

In the end, all he saw was a head of snow-white hair, falling in front of his eyes.

He didn’t recognize this person…

He was sure.

“Who are you?” he opened his mouth, his throat hoarse, barely able to make a sound.

The other person quietly looked at him, slowly pinching the paper money with two fingers, without answering him immediately.

His Adam’s apple moved with difficulty, suppressing the dryness, pain, and itch, and he asked again, “Where is Lin Shuangxu…”

Only then did the other person speak, and although he had a head of snow-white hair, his voice was not that of an old man.

He said to He Yuncheng, “Don’t worry, when the time is right, you will naturally see him.”

–

The atmosphere in the Imperial Palace had been extremely oppressive these past two days.

When the military report came that there had been no mistakes in the matter of He Yuncheng’s death, Gu Huan was overjoyed and immediately rewarded several confidants, and even ordered a grand banquet to celebrate the victory nationwide.

Who knew that as soon as he left the Cishou Palace, he would return that night and develop a high fever and chills, becoming seriously ill.

The Emperor’s illness was no small matter, and all the members of the Imperial Hospital, without exception, were taking turns guarding the Yangxin Hall day and night.

But this seemingly simple cold symptom, after being diagnosed and treated by a dozen or so imperial physicians in rotation, showed no improvement no matter what prescription was used.

Seeing that the Emperor’s condition was getting worse day by day, the imperial physicians became increasingly anxious. The situation had just stabilized, and if the Emperor were to have any unexpected misfortune, Bei Sheng wouldn’t even have an heir, wouldn’t that cause chaos again?

A room full of ministers were pacing anxiously, looking at me and then at you, none of them daring to come forward to take charge of the overall situation.

Normally, it would be Li Yuliang who would take charge for the Emperor, but after being reprimanded at the Cishou Palace that day, he had not been summoned to serve before the Emperor again. Without him, even if others had ambitions, they couldn’t bear the responsibility of the court.

After thinking it over, the people had no choice but to send a small eunuch to the Directorate of Ceremonial, urging them to quickly call Grand Eunuch Li over, so he could decide what to do.

The small eunuch received the order and didn’t dare to delay, running all the way, and when he arrived in a hurry, the doors and windows of Li Yuliang’s bedroom were tightly closed.

After the Grand Eunuch stopped asking about court affairs, he was coaxing his beloved Song Jiting, who refused to sleep, to hurry up and rest.

Perhaps afraid of being driven away, Song Jiting had become increasingly clingy these past few days. When they were intimate just now, Li Yuliang’s strength was a little too much. After it was over, he groaned and said he couldn’t lie down, and his boneless body insisted on lying on his chest to rest.

Through the flesh, two beating hearts collided wildly in one place, and countless strands of affection intertwined in the night. It was clearly a deep hatred, yet they wished they could rub each other into their bones and blood.

Li Yuliang repeatedly asked in his heart, why do you like me, Song Jiting.

He tried to find a rational answer, but he couldn’t think of one.

From head to toe, there was nothing about him that was worth being liked.

If he didn’t use those coercive methods, he wouldn’t get a single glance from young master Song in his entire life.

“What are you thinking about?” In the darkness, Song Jiting groped for his lips.

Li Yuliang grasped his hand and lightly bit his fingertip, “Nothing.”

“Li Yuliang.”

When Song Jiting called him by his full name, it sounded so good.

“Mm.”

He waited to hear what Song Jiting wanted to say to him, but all he got was a long silence.

Their interactions these days were like this, the more intense the emotion, the less they said.

“Li Yuliang.” Song Jiting opened his mouth again.

“Yes.”

“If…”

He must have had something to say this time, but before he could say it, Li Yuliang suddenly tightly clasped his waist, turned over holding him, and shielded him on the inside of the bed.

“Shh—” he softly reminded him in his ear, “Don’t make a sound.”

Song Jiting appropriately kept quiet, and the next moment, a knock came from outside the room: “Grand Eunuch, have you retired for the night?”

Li Yuliang warily propped himself up, his expression hidden in the night, the change of emotions silent.

“What is it?”

The person outside said: “The Emperor is unwell, and the imperial physicians can’t seem to cure him. Please go over and take a look!”

Li Yuliang’s expression sank slightly, concealed in the night, the change in emotions was silent.

“Understood, you may leave.”

“Yes.”

The small eunuch retreated first, and Li Yuliang, almost without thinking, quickly turned over and got out of bed, putting on his robes.

Song Jiting lay on the bed, watching that hurried figure, his fervent heart sinking bit by bit to the bottom.

Li Yuliang was not too heartless, and before leaving, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Song Jiting subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to hug him, but the cool hem of his clothes slipped past his palm, and he left in a hurry, grasping nothing.