TSFLIP Chapter 915

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Fengguang was dead.

She died in Song Wuxia’s arms.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere, and the stench of blood filled the air, sickening to the senses.

Yet the man sitting among the bodies held the lifeless woman quietly in his arms. He continued to pour his inner energy into her without pause. That energy could only preserve the warmth of her body—it could not make her wake again.

Three days and three nights had already passed.

Even the greatest master of this age could not last three days like this. Those sent to capture him came in wave after wave, only to fall one after another by his hand. He kept murmuring, “Don’t disturb my Fengguang. She’s sleeping.”

No one knew how many had died. In the end, not a single person dared to approach him anymore.

Finally, Liu Qi, the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, arrived with Feiyu. Even then, they only dared to stand three meters away. Liu Qi had killed many people in his life, but faced with such a field of corpses, even he felt fear rising in his heart—let alone Feiyu.

But Feiyu’s young lady was there. Grief overwhelmed her discomfort, and to everyone’s surprise, she had more courage to speak than Liu Qi.

“Lord Song… please, I beg you. Let my young lady be laid to rest.”

Song Wuxia did not move at all. He only lowered his gaze, focused on Fengguang sleeping peacefully in his arms, and did nothing else.

“My lord, the former emperor is dead. The Crown Prince has become the new emperor. Once the situation stabilizes, the court will soon send even more people to surround and kill you,” Liu Qi said anxiously. Beside him, Huyao had lost his usual vitality as well. It lay on the ground, whimpering softly.

Amid this sea of corpses, the man dressed in imperial yellow stood out glaringly. Baili Min, the ruler of a nation, had been dead for three days already, yet he had not been buried. Like the others, his body was gradually being surrounded by flies.

Fengguang had died for Song Wuxia.

Three days ago… what exactly had happened?

Song Wuxia thought for a long time before the images in his mind finally became clear.

Baili Min’s men had captured Fengguang. They said that as long as Song Wuxia was willing to take his own life, Fengguang would be spared.

Just as Song Wuxia was about to drive his sword into his own abdomen, Fengguang moved faster. With the sword pressed to her neck, she slit her own throat. In an instant, a streak of blood appeared across her pale, smooth neck.

Song Wuxia slaughtered everyone there. He gathered Fengguang into his arms, praying that there might still be hope for her to live. And so he drifted through three days in a daze, continuously pouring his inner energy into her. His body seemed not to know exhaustion, as if a voice were telling him that the moment he stopped, the moment he could no longer hold on, Fengguang would truly leave him forever.

Feiyu finally broke down in tears. “Lord Song… because of my young lady, our master has fallen gravely ill. She has already died so tragically. I beg you, please show mercy—let her be laid to rest, and give yourself some release as well. Feiyu understands my young lady. You are the one she loved. If her spirit still lingers, she would never want to see you torment yourself like this.”

“Yes, my lord,” Liu Qi also urged. “Miss Xia was kind-hearted. She would never want to see you become neither human nor ghost because of her! And, my lord, it may not be long before Baili Mo brings people to kill you. Are you really willing to die at his hands? Miss Xia despised Baili Mo when she was alive. If you were to die by Baili Mo’s hand, would you truly be at peace with that?”