Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 497: Chapter 367: Another Ye Lingyue

But what use was there to flee? Feng Xun could no longer remember the remaining details; all he knew was that when he woke up, both his parents were already dead.

Back then, Feng Xun was too frail.

”The only thought in my mind at that moment was to kill all of those people. If I could just kill them, if I could bring my parents back to life, I would willing to die,” Feng Xun’s fingers clenched.

That night was unforgettable for Feng Xun.

He went from a child cherished by his parents to an orphan, losing everything. His parents were tragically killed, leaving him with nothing.

Ye Lingyue, seeing his tall and desolate figure, suddenly felt an impulse to embrace the man.

As the Family Head of Feng Residence, Feng Xun shouldered too much.

Perhaps, very few people remembered that Feng Xun was just a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old.

With a slight stir in her heart, Ye Lingyue stepped forward, hesitated for a moment with her hands, but eventually wrapped them around Feng Xun’s sturdy waist and leaned her head against his back.

The moment she embraced him, Feng Xun’s body relaxed slightly, as if the burden that weighted on his heart for many years had vanished.

”Feng Xun, it’s not your fault. You were just a child then, it’s all in the past now. You are not alone, you still have Feng Residence, friends, the Sword Slave, and Old Sir Mu, and you have... me,” Ye Lingyue murmured.

As if greatly encouraged, Feng Xun suddenly lifted the person in his arms and planted a gentle kiss on her crown.

Caught off guard by the kiss, Ye Lingyue panicked for a moment.

”Feng Xun, you’re holding me so tight I can’t breathe. Also, about the Phoenix Token... Since it belonged to your mother, I cannot accept it,” Ye Lingyue didn’t know about the significance of the Phoenix Token.

From Feng Xun’s words, it seemed that the Phoenix Token should come in a pair.

Those villains back then went to great lengths to obtain the Phoenix Token; there must be no simple reason behind it.

”The Phoenix Token is a symbol of the Feng Family; once given away, it will never be taken back. I think if my parents were still alive, they would have liked you very much,” Feng Xun said with a smile. ”It’s getting late, you’ve been looking at the accounts all night, I’ll escort you back to your room, you should rest early.”

It wasn’t until he had escorted Ye Lingyue back to her room that Feng Xun didn’t leave immediately but stood in the courtyard for a long time.

A bitter smile of helplessness appeared on his face.

He still couldn’t bring himself to say it.

He had only told half the story, the other half, even Emperor Beiqing did not know.

He had not told her the ultimate outcome.

That night, he only had one crazy thought as he watched those villains approach step by step, wanting to snatch his Phoenix Token... He wanted to tear those people apart.

What happened next, Feng Xun couldn’t remember.

He only knew that when he was found, he was ice cold, lying at the bottom of the cliff.

Along with him were also several corpses.

Even Emperor Beiqing, a person who had been through countless dangers and killings, couldn’t help but be moved at that moment.

No trace of those villains’ bodies was found.

Princess Qingfeng’s decapitated body was also missing, and three days later, the remains of the former Prince Feng were transported back to Emperor City, along with the skeletons of thousands of soldiers.

Enraged, Emperor Beiqing ordered King Kaijiang, Chen Qiao, to send troops to exterminate all the rebels, turning the borderlands into rivers of blood.

These events were all learned by Feng Xun from others, as he was in a coma during their occurrence.

When everyone thought Feng Xun could gradually emerge from the shadows, Feng Xun discovered a change in his body.

From that day on, Feng Xun knew he was no longer his former self—in his body now lived a ”Demon,” and that ”Demon” was Wu Zhong.

Sighing, Feng Xun turned and walked away.

He did not know that while he was standing in the courtyard, Ye Lingyue, too, did not rest.

She leaned against the door, stealthily watching Feng Xun in the courtyard.

Feng Xun tonight seemed quite different.

The sorrow that could not be dispelled between his brows infected Ye Lingyue as well.

She pulled out the Phoenix Token from her person.

The Phoenix Token, symbolizing the lady of the Feng Residence—should she really accept it?

Regarding Feng Xun, Ye Lingyue did not dislike him; on the contrary, she liked him.

However, she was simply unable to say ”love.”

As if she had lost the ability to express love, or perhaps, she had once deeply loved someone, and that person, in the end, caused her to lose the courage to love again.

Ye Lingyue, you cannot afford to be moved lightly, you must not...

That night, Ye Lingyue had a dream while she slept.

She saw another version of herself.

It was her, yet not her.

It was a woman who had her face but possessed a seductiveness and vicissitude that she didn’t.

On the woman’s body were indistinct flesh and blood, as if she had suffered the most brutal torture.

She had never seen such a pitiable version of herself, her beauty godlike, her brows sharp as blades, and those ink-black eyes contained an obscure darkness, like an angry ocean—profound and vast.

In his arms, he cradled another delicate woman, a woman like a gentle white rabbit. Happiness filled the woman’s eyes, while the man looked at another ”Ye Lingyue” with eyes cold and full of hatred.

His gaze was fixed on her.

She saw herself, a moth with broken wings, falling from a great height.

”Xi Jiuye, if there is an afterlife, I, Ye Lingyue, will surely make you pay a blood debt in blood!”

Do not be emotionally moved, absolutely do not.

Ye Lingyue, Ye Lingyue... her hoarse shouts lingered in her ears.

Behind her, endless darkness and despair completely enveloped her.

”!!”

Ye Lingyue suddenly woke up from the bed.

The jade pillow was ice cold, but she didn’t know whether it was tears or sweat.

”Ling Yue, what’s wrong?”

Carrying a hint of anxiety, Feng Xun’s face appeared in front of her.

The morning sun scattered on the ground.

It was clear that Feng Xun had also just gotten up from bed, wearing only his inner garment.

”I had a nightmare,” Ye Lingyue touched her forehead, only to find that her bandage was completely soaked, and gave a wry smile.

She didn’t know when it started, but she often had the same dream.

”What did you dream about? You were shouting so loudly.

Feng Xun lived in the courtyard next to Ye Lingyue’s, and he had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by the sound of Ye Lingyue having a nightmare.

”I can’t remember, every time I wake up, I forget,” Ye Lingyue said indifferently.

The one thing she remembered was that in the dream, there was always a woman, who with sorrow and hatred warned her, not to be moved, not to be moved.

”Your bandage is all wet, let me change it for you,” Feng Xun frowned, glancing at the bandage on Ye Lingyue’s face.