TSFLIP Chapter 832

Yang Jie’s heart gave a hard thump. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

“But in the end, I still can’t bring myself to kill her.” Zhou Xing tilted his head slightly, the upward curve of his eyes betraying a faint smile. “Tell me—someone I can’t even bear to kill—if something happened to her, how many people do you think I’d drag down with her?”

The first person Yang Jie thought of was Chen Hongdou. He wanted to snap back, And if you die? What then? But the words stuck in his throat. All he could do was watch the man slowly disappear into the moonlight.

Yes, someone who calculated three steps ahead with every move—someone like him—would have arranged everything long before he died.

Wasn’t that only natural?

After Fengguang finished listening to this short story, she was strangely calm. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. She kept thinking that maybe, if she just closed her eyes, all of this would turn out to be a dream. Maybe he… maybe he’d be back at her side, telling her he’d only been teasing her.

But she knew she wasn’t dreaming—because her heart hurt with every slow, dragging throb.

Yang Jie said, “Whether you want to stay in the palace or return to Tong County, it’s up to you. My deal with him was to protect you for the rest of your life. He’s in the carriage… go look at him.”

Fengguang took a few steps toward the carriage. Just as she reached for the door, she stopped, lowered her hand, and with her back to Yang Jie, said, “I want to go to Wuqiuguan.”

“Miss Xia…”

“I’m taking him to Wuqiuguan.” She turned her head, her face cold but carrying a steel-hard resolve that allowed no refusal.

Yang Jie paused for a moment, then raised a hand and instructed the guards beside him, “Escort Miss Xia to Wuqiuguan. Make sure she’s kept safe.”

“Yes, sir!”

He added that final line only because he feared she might do something impulsive. Yang Jie didn’t consider himself a good person, but a deal was a deal. He had already gotten what he wanted—naturally, he would honor his promise.

It had rained the past few days, and the road to Wuqiuguan was rough.

Inside the carriage, Fengguang held Zhou Xing tightly in her arms, his body already cold. She shielded him as best she could, afraid the carriage might jostle him. He lay with his head resting on her lap, his closed eyes looking just like they did each morning when she woke and saw his peaceful, sleeping face. Yes… he was only sleeping.

Fengguang placed a hand gently over his cheek. “A-Xing, go ahead and be lazy a little longer. I’ll wake you up soon.”

Everything she said on that journey would never be answered—but that was fine. She stubbornly believed that he could still hear her.

They finally reached Wuqiuguan. In the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, Daoist Wuqiu sat cross-legged in meditation. When he sensed someone enter, he opened his eyes.

“Little girl, you’ve finally come.”

He had clearly been waiting a long time.

The carriage remained outside on the Taiji platform. Fengguang came in alone. She got straight to the point. “What must I do to bring him back to life?”

“To resurrect the dead is to defy the laws of heaven.”

“I understand. The cycle of life and death must remain balanced. If someone is brought back, then a living person must die.”

“If you already understand that…”

“Daoist, A-Xing told me you once tried to persuade him to become a Daoist priest, but he refused. The first time we met, you hinted that I would need to come to you someday. That means you didn’t truly want him to enter the underworld so soon. And now that I’m here, that already shows my determination—so why waste more words?”

People always said she was foolish, and she herself knew she wasn’t clever. But why was it that now—when she had come to die—she suddenly felt clear-headed?

Wuqiu Daoist did not deny his selfish intentions. He sighed and said, “If you use the remainder of your life to restore his, would you be willing?”

“I am.”

Two words—firm and unwavering.