Cang Lan Dao - Chapter 37.2

Chapter 37.2 

Don’t touch her; give her to me — 

Luo Wanqing lowered her eyes and controlled her tone like an ordinary woman from a hunter’s family. Curious, she said, “Is my name similar to Your Highness’s late friend?” 

“More than just a name.” Li Guiyu laughed softly and slowly said, “Your looks, voice, and stature all resemble each other; how much effort must it take to cultivate someone like you?” 

These words caused Luo Wanqing to look slightly aghast, sensing that Li Guiyu should know her identity. It was not surprising, with Li Guiyu’s suspicious nature; it would be strange not to be wary if a woman so similar to Luo Wanqing suddenly appeared. She didn’t care and pretended to be puzzled, “What is Your Highness talking about?” 

“But you’re still different from her.” Li Guiyu said to himself, walking on the path Luo Wanqing pointed out, seemingly nostalgic. She was well-behaved. She wouldn’t talk to men like this or pull on other people’s clothes.” 

Hearing ‘pull on other’s clothes,’ Luo Wanqing’s heartstrings trembled.  She suddenly realized what Li Guiyu was talking about. Several years ago, she had just reached maturity, and Li Guiyu wasn’t like he was later when one couldn’t see his emotions. At that time, one of her childhood playmates visited her. The other person said that when she was a child, she liked to pull on the corner of his clothes and asked her to do it again. So she jokingly tugged on it. Jiang Shaoyan followed her but said nothing. However, he no longer wore wide sleeves the next day and didn’t take the initiative to talk to her. At first, she did not notice the abnormality. When she learned about it, she did not know why, so she asked why he ignored her. He said coldly, “This subordinate is Miss’s guards. I’ll do whatever Miss’s command. What do you mean by ignoring?” 

Having said that, he was going to leave, but Luo Wanqing anxiously reached out to pull his hand. Jiang Shaoyan looked up, and Luo Wanqing grabbed him with a reddened face without letting go. 

Jiang Shaoyan blushed at her touch and wanted to pull his hand back, but he feared hurting her. With red-faced, he gritted teeth: “Let go!” 

“Don’t want.” Luo Wanqing saw no one was around and pursed her lips, “I’ll let go if you’re not angry anymore.” 

Jiang Shaoyan’s anger remained. He finally spoke muffledly after holding his breath for a long time: “Then you’re only allowed to pull my sleeve.” 

Luo Wanqing froze at his words and then realized the reason. She was happy in her heart but too embarrassed to show it on her face, so she softly said, “Okay.” 

Jiang Shaoyan heard this, and his expression soothed. He saw the girl raise her head, looking up at him with shyness in her gentleness, and laughed: “I’ll only pull you alone in the future.” 

That was Jiang Shaoyan. The young Jiang Shaoyan and Li Guiyu seemed to be different. Thinking of the past, Luo Wanqing felt somewhat scornful. She pretended to be unaware of anything, lowered her eyes to cover her icy complexion, and only asked, “This deceased person must have loved Your Highness very much, right?” 

Li Guiyu’s tone softened. He said softly, “En.” 

“Then where is this girl now?” Luo Wanqing continued to pursue the question, and Li Guiyu’s footsteps lurched. The two stood at the edge of the dense forest. The hut where Xie Heng had prepared an ambush was not far away. Luo Wanqing stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Guiyu, turning her head like an evil spirit crawling from hell to claim her life, and mildly said, “Such a good one, Your Highness will cherish her, right?” 

Li Guiyu couldn’t say anything. He lifted the lamp and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. It was too similar. He breathed in sharply. The person in front of him collected her timid appearance and looked up at him with clear eyes, gently saying, “Why doesn’t Your Highness say anything?” 

Li Guiyu didn’t dare make a sound. He felt as if he was dreaming and was afraid that the dream would shatter if he opened his mouth. How could she be here? How could she smile and talk to him like this? She died. Her tablet was in his mansion. If she has returned, how could she stand in front of him so gently, smiling and talking to him? 

She’s a phony. She’s a liar. His reason informed him, making him do his best to restrain his emotions and swallow that ‘Miss.’ He stared at Luo Wanqing and said hoarsely, “She’s dead.” 

“Dead?” Luo Wanqing’s eyes showed regret. “It’s a pity that a girl who loved and cherished Your Highness like this has gone. But don’t worry, Your Highness. Even if this girl is gone, Your Highness still has many people around.” 

No, there wasn’t. Li Guiyu was all alone. 

“They will be like that young lady, care for Young Master wholeheartedly.” 

Li Guiyu breathed in sharply. It was as if her words were reminding him, cursing him. No, no one would ever treat Li Guiyu like her again. His mother loathed him. His father, with all his sons, didn’t care about him. His brothers viewed him as an enemy, and everyone around him wanted something from him. There would never be another person who would love him so wholeheartedly without asking him about his origins.

“In the future,” Luo Wanqing smiled, and her sincere eyes were full of anticipation. It was a blessing but felt like a curse. “Your Highness will surely not be ‘hated to no avail,’ ‘begging but fail to get,’ and ‘live a miserable life.” 

These words caused his heart to tremble, and his pupils contracted sharply. He couldn’t help but strike out violently towards her, grabbing at her throat! 

Noticing Li Guiyu’s move, Luo Wanqing’s complexion flinched as she raised her hand to block Li Guiyu’s movements. The Thousand Machines in her hand violently yanked open, sending hundreds of Pear Blossom Needles! 

Li Guiyu’s waist sword came out and twisted the needles sharply straight toward Luo Wanqing’s face. 

Luo Wanqing used Thousand Machine’s chain to twist the sword’s tip and sprinted back. The wind scattered her long hair, revealing her cold and stern face. Under the moonlight, the woman who was as beautiful as a glazed glass looked cold, like a sword coming out of its sheath.

Li Guiyu’s qi sword was great. Luo Wanqing discarded the string of beads and pulled the waist chain. Under the force of a vibration, the waist chain changed into a soft sword, wrapping Li Guiyu’s long sword like a snake.

The two fought for only a few moments, but Luo Wanqing felt exhausted. She was about to attack, but not far away, suddenly came a soft call, “Xiniang,”

At the same time, a stone met Li Guiyu and struck him! 

That stone hit Li Guiyu’s face almost together with the voice. Li Guiyu retreated half a step to winch down the stone, and Luo Wanqing, at the same time, retreated to where the voice came from. 

Li Guiyu dodged the chess piece and noticed a young man standing near the tree. He was wearing a white robe embroidered with cranes and a black cloak. A jade hairpin pulled his half-hair on his head, and the same bead strings as the one on Luo Wanqing’s hand were hanging on his fair and thin wrist. His expression was cold. Many people came out from the surrounding area. Luo Wanqing kneeled and respectfully said, “Young Master, we’ve arrived.” 

With that, Luo Wanqing got up and retreated behind Xie Heng. Xie Heng’s gaze followed her and landed on the wound caused by Li Guiyu’s sword qi. The wound was on her neck, and the reddish blood droplets flowed down her slender, white, jade-like neck. Xie Heng’s gaze was slightly dark. He hesitated for a moment before finally pressing his sleeve with one hand and raising it, seemingly to touch her wound, and in that instant, Li Guiyu suddenly raised her voice: “Don’t you want Bai Li?” 

Everyone gave a start. Xie Heng turned his eyes and saw Li Guiyu looking towards Luo Wanqing, coldly saying, “Don’t touch her; give her to me.” 

Li Guiyu looked at Xie Heng and said thoughtfully, “I will return Bai Li to you.”