Chapter 64: Unrequited Love
Today was the wedding day of the King of Langxuan and the King of Shahan. The entire country was celebrating, and the imperial palace was even more lively.
Mo Yan sat in a corner of the main hall, drinking sullenly, completely out of place with the festive and joyous atmosphere around him.
Those who had participated in the battle with Sheng Luo that day were all puzzled. Wasn’t Mo Yan a traitor? He had been thrown into the death row, so how could he be attending the wedding now, safe and sound?
Although they didn’t understand, the one who had pardoned him was Rong Feijun himself, so everyone tactfully played deaf and dumb.
Seeing that Wulanbaer had gone outside the hall to celebrate with the Shahan people, Rong Feijun walked over to Mo Yan.
“Shall we talk?”
“…”
The two of them walked side by side, silently, to the garden behind the main hall.
The atmosphere was a bit strange, and it was Rong Feijun who broke the awkwardness first.
“Mo Yan, thank you.”
He didn’t know if he was thanking him for his deep affection all these years, or for his military merit in poisoning the enemy, or perhaps both.
“This commoner is willing.”
“Commoner,” not “this subject” or “this general.”
“Are you really leaving?” Rong Feijun frowned.
“Yes.”
“The poison in your body…”
“It’s fine. Your Majesty need not worry.” Everyone has to die someday. It’s just a matter of sooner or later. He had chosen to leave because he really didn’t want Rong Feijun to watch him die.
The atmosphere became stiff again. Rong Feijun sighed and took the initiative to lean into Mo Yan’s arms, giving him a hug.
Mo Yan first froze, then couldn’t help but hug him back tightly.
“I really can’t bear to part with you…” Rong Feijun said, closing his eyes. “You are also very important to me. I’m truly grateful for you being by my side all these years. I also like you very much, very much. Maybe not the kind of like you were hoping for… but…”
Before he met Wulanbaer, in the vast, deep palace, people’s hearts were hard to fathom, and every step was fraught with danger. But whenever there was any danger, Mo Yan would stand in front of him. When he encountered difficulties, Mo Yan would always be behind him, a firm shoulder, a steadfast guard. He had always been very grateful.
Even if Mo Yan had truly turned his back on him in this battle, he wouldn’t have been able to bear to harm him.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…”
Mo Yan’s eyes were slightly red, and he smiled. “It’s fine. This is enough. It’s good that Your Majesty will be happy in the future. I also want to tell you that I am very happy and satisfied to die like this. You may not believe it, but for me, this is the best ending.”
Rong Feijun’s shoulders trembled slightly. Mo Yan sighed and greedily took in the scent of the person in his arms.
“Your Majesty, I’m really fine,” Mo Yan said gently, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “Go back. If you don’t, the King of Shahan will probably come out to kill me.”
Rong Feijun turned and left, and Mo Yan watched him until his figure disappeared around the corner.
Perhaps I’m actually very lucky, he thought. Rong Lijiun also loved Rong Feijun, but he was completely unaware and didn’t care. He had casually decided her crime of treason. In his heart, perhaps she was just a rebel. The little moments from their childhood had become the pillar of her life, but for him, they were just an insignificant memory.
We both have an unrequited love, but I have earned the title of “important person,” and I even made him cry for me. It’s actually very good, isn’t it?
“Goodbye, Feijun…”
