114: Chapter 114 Cangmingyue, You Don't Deserve It

"Yeah, I can't even imagine how much pain Her Highness the Prince Regent must be in."

"She clearly loved him so much, yet she had to place him into that cold coffin with her own hands."

"She even used the best coffin for him, the kind that can preserve the body from decaying."

"I've been with the Demon-Quelling Army since East Lai. The Prince Regent and His Majesty suffered so much along the way; I thought they would grow old together, but I never expected..."

She didn't believe it, rushing toward the towering Imperial City like she was possessed, only to be stopped by the strict guards.

"By order of the Prince Regent, no one is allowed to approach His Majesty's bedchamber!"

"No one" included her as well.

The siren whom he once tenderly called "Miss Yue."

Dazed and confused, she relied on her memory and a faint sense of his aura to find the Prince Regent's Manor.

White funeral banners fluttered there as well, and the security was just as tight.

"Let me in!"

"I want to see Ye Jingjun! I want to see Su Chen!"

The manor gates remained tightly shut. No matter how she shouted, there was only silence from within.

Eventually, her strength spent, she slumped down onto the cold stone steps in front of the manor gates.

Snowflakes drifted down silently.

They covered her long blue hair and her thin dress.

"Ye Jingjun, I beg of you."

"Let me see him one last time, just one look..."

She buried her face in her knees, her voice choking with sobs.

"I know you hate me, but he's already..."

"He had me in his heart; I saw it clearly!"

"On his wedding day, he wore my pearl on his chest."

"He wore it until the very end!"

"Ye Jingjun, do you hear me?"

"Creak—"

The heavy manor gates finally opened a crack.

Ye Jingjun stood in the shadows behind the door, dressed in plain white mourning clothes.

Yet, even though she was wearing the simplest of garments.

She was still so breathtakingly beautiful that it defied description.

She looked at the disheveled Cang Mingyue outside, who had cried until she was almost devoid of strength.

Her eyes were hollow, without a single ripple of emotion.

As if she were looking at a lifeless object.

"Naturally, I heard you."

"And so?"

Seeing that Ye Jingjun had finally come to the door, Cang Mingyue struggled to push herself up.

"So, in his heart, he had..."

"He had you in his heart."

Ye Jingjun interrupted her, finishing the explanation she had been trying to make.

"He was always thinking of you. Even before he died, when his mind was clouded, his fingertips were still rubbing that bead on his lapel."

Cang Mingyue froze as if struck by lightning.

"But, Cang Mingyue."

Ye Jingjun walked down the steps one by one, looking down at her from above.

Having been the Prince Regent for three years and being the strongest person in Great Ning.

At this moment, her entire being radiated the aura of a superior.

Like a high-and-mighty, indifferent phoenix.

She exerted a bloodline suppression over Cang Mingyue, making it difficult for the latter to breathe.

"Was it that he didn't believe in you?"

She leaned down, her red lips close to Cang Mingyue's ear.

"It was you who didn't believe in him."

"It was you who didn't believe that he could truly fall in love with a mermaid like you."

"It was you who didn't believe that the promise he gave you was more important than the empire."

"You only saw his engagement to me and the festivities throughout the city."

"But you didn't see that while he forced his sickly body to endure for the sake of a title, he still wore your pearl during the parade, announcing to the whole world that you were in his heart."

"There is one thing I have been keeping hidden."

"On the day he married me three years ago, before I could do anything with him, he collapsed in my arms and stopped breathing."

"I was afraid his death would cause instability in Great Ning, so I kept it a secret and didn't announce the funeral."

"Even when he was that ill, lying on my wedding bed, his heart still held a place for an Ungrateful little wolf like you."

"I don't blame him; he was just too kind."

"If he weren't, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him."

"If you had believed in him then, believed in his feelings for you, why didn't you dare to barge into the ceremony? Why didn't you dare to ask for the truth face-to-face? Why did you run away like a coward?"

"Now that he's dead, you come here to wail and demand a final meeting?"

Ye Jingjun straightened her back.

Her gaze returned to a state of total indifference.

"Cang Mingyue, you are not worthy."

"His remains are mine."

"His empire is mine."

"Everything of his is mine."

"You, get out!"

Having said that, she turned around.

Walking toward the gate that was about to close again without a hint of hesitation.

"No... that's not it."

Cang Mingyue lunged forward, but was repelled by an invisible wall of qi, falling heavily into the snow.

It was her cowardice and her lack of self-confidence that had made her miss her last chance.

Ye Jingjun's words caused her to sink into utter despair.

Clearly, at that time, it was already Su Chen's final moments.

Yet, he was still the same as always.

Thinking of her feelings.

Even at the very end, he was still thinking of seeing her one last time.

But what about her?

He had been sick so early and so severely.

At such a time, she hadn't noticed anything wrong with his body, and hadn't stepped forward to care for him...

Even when he was about to die, she had left in a jealous fit because he was marrying another woman.

Little did she know, that was just the kind Young Master Su trying to use the remnants of his life to give Ye Jingjun a title she could rely on to survive.

A massive wave of remorse and despair submerged her.

She suddenly raised her hand and tapped several major acupoints across her body in quick succession.

Her majestic demonic power instantly withdrew as she sealed her own cultivation.

"Pfft—"

Sealing her demonic power naturally caused her severe internal injuries.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the snow, a shocking sight.

She struggled amidst the dancing snow.

And knelt down heavily toward that door.

This almost self-flagellating method.

Was the only way she could think of to obtain the forgiveness of Su Chen's spirit in heaven and Ye Jingjun.

"Young Master Su, Sister Ye, I was wrong."

"I was stupid; I didn't believe in him."

"I don't ask for a status, nor do I ask for forgiveness."

"I only beg you to let me see him."

"Let me kowtow before his spirit..."

Snowflakes fell silently, covering her shoulders and her blue hair.

She just knelt there, like a statue gradually being buried by the snow.

One day, two days, three days...

The commoners of the capital watched from afar, whispering among themselves.

There was curiosity, sympathy, and even a small number of complaints about the Prince Regent's lack of human feeling.

But due to Ye Jingjun's prestige, no one dared to approach.

The entire capital watched that blue figure kneeling before the Prince Regent's Manor.

Inside the manor, deep within the bedchamber.

Beside the Black Ice Coffin, Ye Jingjun stood silently.

She had changed into a bright red wedding dress.

It was the one she had worn on the night she failed to share the nuptial wine with Su Chen.

In her hand, she held Su Chen's cracked Natal Longsword, her fingertips gently brushing over the blade.

This sword had now become the weapon she was most accustomed to using.

The stubborn Female Sword Immortal used this sword, which represented the last memento Su Chen had left her.

To slay demons one after another, comforting his spirit in heaven.

How could she not know of the figure of Cang Mingyue kneeling outside the window?

Her original plan was to end her life with this sword and go to accompany Su Chen after she had handled all government affairs and selected a successor.

Cang Mingyue's appearance had disrupted her plans.