BLPSG Chapter 44: Push him onto the battlefield

(๑>◡<๑) Yay it’s abyss’ birthday week so I will try to update every day this week. That being said, prepare yourself before reading this chapter ▬ι═ﺤ🖤

 

Inside the hall, everyone exchanged glances, but not a single person voiced agreement. 

 

Ming Liu, who had come with Consort Lan, looked at him sharply, instinctively about to speak.

 

But in the next moment, Consort Lan glared at him, teeth clenched.

 

This scene felt like a nightmare, replaying in Wen QingCi’s mind since the day he transmigrated into this book.

 

Now, the nightmare has finally come true.

 

Perhaps the only difference between reality and a nightmare was that the emotions flooding Wen Qingci’s heart weren’t fear, but guilt and bitterness.

 

His heart was numb, only muscle memory supporting him as he spoke. His expression remained a programmed smile, gentle and warm.

 

“The Emperor’s daily medications are already set, and there’s currently no need for further drug testing,” Wen Qingci said calmly.

 

“Indeed,” the Emperor finally smiled, satisfaction filling his heart. Even the persistent headache seemed to vanish. “The sword is sharpened through grinding, and the Eldest Prince will mature further by experiencing battles.”

 

As he spoke, the Emperor’s gaze slid past the crowd.

 

At that moment, even the Third Prince’s legs trembled uncontrollably.

 

Xie Guanzhi had been sent to the imperial temple, and Yongdu had no further business with him.

 

So, who would be next? Could it be himself?

 

Silence enveloped the hall.

 

The matter of the Yinchuan Grand Canal had been suppressed years ago.

 

Most of those present were unaware, despite Xie Guanzhi’s earlier incident. But that had been somewhat justified, and Xie Guanzhi was merely imprisoned in the imperial temple.

 

In their eyes, the Emperor remained the “wise ruler” of old.

 

No one expected the Emperor to make such an outrageous decision so suddenly.

 

Xian Gonggong forced a stiff smile and broke the silence. “Your Majesty’s foresight is truly remarkable. With such a fatherly heart, the Eldest Prince should be more considerate.”

 

Wen Qingci, who had just finished diagnosing the Emperor and stepped back, stood at the front with his back to everyone.

 

Hearing Xian Gonggong’s words, he snapped out of his numbness and couldn’t help but sneer.

 

Wen Qingci suddenly realized that the original Emperor’s early demise had been fortunate for him. The original host’s tragic and horrifying fate was now somewhat predictable.

 

“Fatherly heart? More like a ruthless heart,” Wen Qingci thought. “Causing the deaths of countless people, what difference does one more Xie Bufeng make to him? With such a father, it’s no wonder Xie Bufeng would develop a ruthless and vengeful character.”

 

“…Besides me, Xie Bufeng should torture you to death more.”

 

“It’s really cheap for you to die of illness.”

 

Wen Qingzhi finally couldn’t suppress his malice.

 

His voice was extremely cold, without even the slightest fluctuation in tone.

 

At this moment, the emperor’s heart was filled with joy that his wish had been fulfilled and relief that a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

 

The others were too shocked or grieving to react.

 

The hall was eerily quiet, every word from Wen Qingci’s heart landing distinctly in Xie Bufeng ’s ears.

 

The young man stared at him in disbelief, his amber eyes filled with confusion.

 

…Wen Qingci, what is he talking about?

 

“ruthless” and “vengeful” – ​​is this how he thinks of himself?

 

Wen Qingci’s words hit Xie Bufeng like a bucket of cold water, unexpected and chilling.

 

In that instant, coldness enveloped him, leaving him disoriented.

 

For the first time in seventeen years, Xie Bufeng hated that he could hear people’s hearts.

 

He suddenly remembered that his mother once described him as a stone that could not be warmed.

 

Compared to himself, Wen Qingci is obviously more like that stone.

 

Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng suddenly laughed.

 

The young man would rather Wen Qingci curse him in his heart than to know that this is how he is portrayed in Wen Qingci’s mind.

 

…It’s as if everything that happened in the past few months, and the days and nights they spent together, had never happened.

 

To be gentle to one person, maybe gentle.

 

But being gentle to everyone is also a kind of indifference, isn’t it?

 

Why…… did he feel that he wanted to kill him?

 

The young man looked blankly in the direction where Wen Qingzhu was, as if he had been abandoned by the world.

 

The hall fell silent again.

 

Xie Bufeng has always been a person who likes to think too much. Wen Qingci’s words just now were like wildfire burning into his heart.

 

Is the “death from illness” that Wen Qingci just mentioned his real intention of entering the palace this time?

 

The young man remembered the conversation he had with his mother consort that day.

 

…Yes, Wen Qingci’s entire family died because of the emperor, but he could face this man calmly every day, just waiting for the right time to kill him.

 

Isn’t a person like him extremely cold and indifferent?

 

Perhaps only such a character could endure humiliation, infiltrate the palace without revealing any flaws, and execute his plan.

 

Xie Bufeng’s fingers brushed the fur muff hidden in his robes—warm and soft. It reminded him of the rabbits Wen Qingci kept in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

 

And now, he realized how dangerous Wen Qingci truly was.

 

How had he become so enamored, forgetting Wen Qingci’s true nature?

 

Obviously at the beginning, he knew that Wen Qingzhe could be both incredibly gentle with those rabbits and could kill and dismember them in the next second.

 

How come later on, he unconsciously indulged in it, developed expectations that he shouldn’t have, and forgot his true nature?

 

Xie Bufeng had never felt as ridiculous as he did today.

 

He didn’t even have the time and energy to figure out what the meaning of Wen Qingci’s actions was.

 

…… Or perhaps Wen Qingzhi did this without even thinking much about it.

 

He just followed the emperor’s words and answered a simple question.

 

After all, he was just a “rabbit” from the beginning to the end.

 

Wen Qingzhi would not consider whether a rabbit would die in battle or whether it would be sad.

 

“The war in Changyuan is urgent. I think the eldest prince should not delay any longer. Wait until noon today and ride a fast horse with the messenger to go to the north first.” The emperor slowly closed his eyes and said slowly.

 

Now that the matter had come to this, he did not want Xie Bufeng to stay by his side for even a moment.

 

After saying this, he waved his hand to signal Xian Gonggong to read out the imperial decree that had already been prepared.

 

The old steward’s voice, sharp and piercing, was like a knife cutting around in Xie Bufeng’s heart.

 

Xie Bufeng’s difficult-to-get-along-with personality had long been deeply rooted in people’s minds. After reading the imperial edict, Xian Gonggong became nervous.

 

……Why hasn’t he come up to receive the decree? Is it possible that he wants to make things difficult for me?

 

Thinking of this, Xian Gonggong couldn’t help but take a step forward, almost going against tradition and walking down to hand the imperial edict to Xie Bufeng.

 

Fortunately, before he could move, Xie Bufeng finally reacted.

 

The young man gently brushed the fur hidden in his wide sleeves, took a deep breath, and walked forward with a slow smile.

 

His long hair, ink-black and slightly curled, was tied up with a string of jade at the crown of his head.

 

The early morning sunlight reflected from the water, shone through the stained glass window, and onto Xie Bufeng’s light honey-colored skin.

 

His eyebrows and eyes were arrogant and full of arrogance.

 

For a moment, the emperor had an illusion – Xie Bufeng did not seem to be here to receive the imperial edict, but rather to conquer the place.

 

Unconsciously, the emperor shifted backward until his shoulders bumped against the intricately carved dragon throne, realizing his own loss of composure.

 

Xie Bufeng stopped at the forefront of the crowd, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Wen Qingci.

 

From the corner of his eye, the young man noticed the trembling fingers of the person next to him.

 

“The Imperial decree, I humbly accept,” Xie Bufeng said.

 

To everyone’s surprise, his reaction was unusually calm.

 

Even more obedient than before.

 

Like a wild beast that suddenly hid in the grass, no one knew what he was going to do next.

 

Seeing that the great task had been accomplished, the emperor, who had hardly slept well the entire night, finally felt sleepy.

 

He stifled a yawn and contentedly retreated to the inner chamber.

 

Seeing this, others dispersed from the hall.

 

Now, only Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng remained in the spacious cabin, the sound of the Yinchuan’s waves echoing clearly.

 

Xie Bufeng, holding the imperial decree, disdainfully glanced at the document in his hand before turning to look at Wen Qingci.

 

Wen Qingci slowly closed his eyes.

 

At this moment, he even had the illusion… that he was gradually sinking into the river little by little.

 

A suffocating feeling enveloped Wen Qingci.

 

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to walk out of the cabin.

 

Xie Bufeng followed suit — just like before.

 

I’m sorry…

 

Wen Qingci whispered silently in his heart.

 

He wanted to grasp the medicinal jade bracelet on his wrist for comfort and calmness.

 

But after another empty touch, Wen Qingci realized he had already given the bracelet, worn since he entered this world, to Xie Bufeng.

 

The first group of people exiting the cabin had already hurriedly left this place of turmoil.

 

On the vast deck outside, only Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng remained.

 

The wind swept along the wide river, lifting the moon-white hem of their robes.

 

Suddenly, Xie Bufeng remembered the day they first met.

 

Wen Qingci’s robes had fluttered in the wind, just like now.

 

… Accompanied by a sky full of magnolia blossoms, they fell before his eyes.

 

At this moment, the young man had countless words in his mind that he wanted to say to Wen Qingci.

 

He wanted to explain that he wasn’t as “cruel and ruthless” as Wen Qingci believed, and that he had long forgiven the poisoning incident.

 

He also wanted to express his helplessness, sadness, and even a hint of resentment.

 

But amidst this whirlwind of emotions, he couldn’t find the right words.

 

In the end, it was Wen Qingci who spoke first.

 

The Imperial Physician took a deep breath, turned to look at Xie Bufeng, and said, “Your Highness, the northern lands are cold. This journey was sudden, I wonder if you’ve prepared warm clothing?”

 

As he spoke, Wen Qingci maintained a gentle smile, his tone light and soothing.

 

It seemed as if Xie Bufeng was just going on a picnic, rather than going to a battlefield where he might risk his life.

 

He didn’t know that such “gentleness” could hurt people’s hearts even more.

 

Xie Bufeng tightened his grip on the warm hand warmer hidden in his sleeve, looking at Wen Qingci with disbelief.

 

…Will he really just watch me go to the battlefield in the north?

 

Wen Qingci wanted to avoid the young man’s gaze but couldn’t help stealing another glance at Xie Bufeng.

 

By the time Xie Bufeng returns, it will be time for him to escape from Yongdu.

 

He was a little worried, and finally couldn’t help but use this moment to remind him: “Your Highness, be cautious on the battlefield. When you have time, write letters to Consort Lan and… don’t forget the little princess.”

 

They are your forever family.

 

Xie Bufeng’s voice finally turned cold: “Don’t you have anything else you want to say to me?”

 

Wen Qingci: “…”

 

The imperial physician, dressed in moon-white, smiled at the young man with gentleness in his eyes.

 

While recalling the plot in the original novel, he said to Xie Bufeng: “I believe that Your Highness will be able to achieve great things and return to Yongdu with a lot of achievements.”

 

This is exactly what Wen Qingci thought.

 

But he didn’t know that his words, no matter whose ears they fell upon, would be considered utterly absurd.

 

In their eyes, Xie Bufeng going to the battlefield was nothing more than a suicidal mission.

 

Even Xie Bufeng himself was no exception.

 

He regarded Wen Qingci’s words as a casual perfunctory response and the indifference that came from his heart.

 

So many things happened in such a short period of time that Xie Bufeng didn’t even know how to face the person in front of him with dignity.

 

All his reactions were purely instinctual.

 

“Alright…” The young man’s voice had turned hoarse, though he couldn’t pinpoint when.

 

He should hate Wen Qingci, shouldn’t he?

 

Yet now, he could only gaze deeply into Wen Qingci’s eyes, etching the other’s features into his heart.

 

The Imperial Physician lowered his eyes and smiled, as if recalling something, then opened the medicine box in his hand.

 

“Blades have no eyes, especially when you can’t feel pain… You should be extra cautious. If you get injured, follow the instructions from the medical books I showed you before,” he said, taking out various medicines from the box. “Take all these with you. If they’re not enough or if you need anything, send word back to Yongdu.”

 

It was clearly he who pushed himself onto the battlefield, but now he is still so gentle.

 

Xie Bufeng’s heart sank slowly.

 

…His previous feeling was indeed correct.

 

Wen Qingci’s heart was like a turbulent abyss, impossible to see its true depths even when one approached. It could only pull you in and tear you apart.

 

The wind on the canal scattered Wen Qingci’s voice, just as it stirred up his heart.

 

Born with the ability to hear evil thoughts, Xie Bufeng felt as if the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him.

 

He had once overlooked the sporadic warmth around him due to his evil thoughts.

 

Also because of this, the helplessness, loss, sadness, bitterness and endless guilt in Wen Qingci’s heart were omitted at this moment.

 

At this moment, Xie Bufeng’s heart was filled with despair.

 

… He didn’t even know how long he’d survive once he stepped onto the battlefield.

 

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

 

Just as Wen Qingci was about to hand him the medicine, the young man surprised him with an unexpected gesture.

 

Xie Bufeng stepped forward, finally allowing his stubborn heart to act on impulse, and tightly embraced Wen Qingci.

 

With one hand on Wen Qingci’s waist and the other at the back of his head, Xie Bufeng buried his face in the crook of Wen Qingci’s neck, enveloped by his breath.

 

“Your Highness…” Wen Qingci’s voice, rarely flustered, trembled slightly.

 

Their bodies pressed together, and the young man’s strong heartbeat pulsed through the thin summer fabric, reaching Wen Qingci’s heart.

 

They had crossed the ambiguous boundary.

 

Wen Qingci couldn’t move.

 

It seemed like the first time he heard such sadness in the young man’s voice: “If only you were a little crueler to me…”

 

Wen Qingci’s body trembled gently.

 

“This was… the gift I originally wanted to give you, but you probably don’t need it,” Xie Bufeng’s voice was full of self-mockery.

 

As soon as the young man finished speaking, before Wen Qingci could even react, the young man suddenly raised his right hand and tossed something from his sleeve into the canal.

 

… The silver-white fur floated like a fallen leaf on the water’s surface, swaying with the waves, lonely.

 

This… is the gift Xie Bufeng wanted to give him?

 

Instinctively, Wen Qingci wanted to turn and catch it, but the young man used only one hand to imprison his body, rendering him immobile.

 

“Alright, I should go now.”

 

Xie Bufeng’s voice was low and hoarse, like a snake’s tongue, licking past Wen Qingci’s ear.

 

The young man, who believed he was undoubtedly doomed, harbored a selfish thought from this moment on.

 

—He wanted Wen Qingci to remember him forever.

 

Before Wen Qingci could react, the young man suddenly turned his head.

 

Then, without warning, he placed a light kiss behind Wen Qingci’s ear.

 

The tender, sensitive skin tingled like an electric shock.

 

The next second, the kiss landed on the corner of Wen Qingci’s lips.

 

Careful yet greedy.

 

Wen Qingci’s mind went blank.

 

By the time he regained his senses, Xie Bufeng had already released the embrace, disappearing like a wisp of green mist.

 

Only the silver wolf fur remained on the canal, floating up and down with the waves of the Yinchuan…

 

This is a farewell without a chance for goodbye.

 

I swear…..This chapter just continuously thrusted knives into my heart, one after another— It’s already bad enough hearing people talk, I can’t imagine hearing their evil thoughts. The urge to jump into screen and spoil Bufeng endlessly T_T….