Fengguang took out the map of the forest. Following it, she quickly found the route Song Wuxia and Baili Min had taken when they left. The deeper she went, the more she sensed a chill in the air. More importantly, she caught the smell of blood—thick, overwhelming blood.
“Hyah!” She flicked the reins, urging the horse to speed up. When she reached the center of the forest, she saw bodies scattered across the ground.
The sight of so much fresh blood made her dizzy. She barely managed to pull on the reins in time to keep herself from falling off the horse. Every corpse on the ground was dressed in black, and Song Wuxia always wore black when he was in the palace. She forced down the fear rising in her chest and dismounted.
Fengguang had always disliked corpses, but now she crouched down and turned them over one by one, ignoring their horrifying states of death. She was fixated on one thing alone—whether any of these lifeless faces was the one she knew.
It took her a long time to examine them all. There were seventy-two bodies in total. Thankfully, the person she feared most was not among them.
If Song Wuxia wasn’t here, then where was he?
She looked toward the deeper part of the forest, where everything was obscured as if by a veil of mist. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. After walking for about five minutes, she saw a familiar figure beneath a tree.
It wasn’t Song Wuxia—it was Baili Min.
Baili Min’s body was covered in wounds of all sizes. His yellow imperial robe had been soaked red with blood. When he saw Fengguang, he weakly lifted a hand. “Save me…”
“Where is Song Wuxia?” Fengguang realized for the first time how cold she sounded. Instead of asking about Baili Min’s injuries, she asked about Song Wuxia.
She couldn’t bear the thought. Song Wuxia had been at Baili Min’s side. So many people had already died ahead of them, and Song Wuxia had stayed close to Baili Min—perhaps… perhaps he had also—
Baili Min’s gaze shifted slightly. “Fengguang… I am your imperial father. Save me…”
“Tell me where Song Wuxia is!” She stepped closer, her voice stubborn and insistent. “I need to know if he’s still alive!”
“Song Wuxia… is a traitor…”
“I don’t care whether he’s a traitor or not! I only want him alive!”
Her words had barely fallen when a blood-stained hand reached out from behind and wrapped around her waist. With a gentle pull, her back was pressed against a strong chest.
The man behind her held her tightly, as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones. His other hand caught her chin, and lowering his head, he fiercely claimed her lips in a kiss she knew all too well.
Fengguang could only passively endure the kiss from behind. She tasted blood in it, yet he refused to let her go. Only when she was nearly out of breath did he slow the intense, almost feral assault.
His lips brushed against hers as he let out a soft laugh. “We’ve kissed so many times already, and you still don’t know how to breathe when I kiss you?”
“Song Wuxia…” Seeing the blood streaking his jade-like face, tears instantly spilled from her eyes. “Do you have any idea… any idea how worried I was? I thought you… I thought you…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say the word “dead.”
He kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. They tasted salty, yet sweet. “Fengguang’s tears are precious,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t cry.”
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