Chu Huaijin glared at him.”
As for whether it was unrelated, he could say it or not.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Little Lu Zi lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said softly.
"I heard from a businessman from the north that he saw Doctor Bai in Beichen.”
"Beichen Kingdom?" Chu Huaijin's eyes widened. Have you seen the Empress?"
"According to the person who came, it seems like only Doctor Bai is here.”
"She is still hiding from me…I will definitely find her, find her.”Chu Huaijin staggered, pushed open the palace door, and left alone.
" Your Majesty…" Little Lu Zi hurriedly chased after him.
Autumn passed and winter arrived. It was the coldest season of the year. Snow was everywhere.
A white horse galloped out of the West Chu capital.
They passed through the path that was sealed by frost and arrived in front of a lonely grave.
In front of the tomb stood a stone tablet with the name Lin Yu.
Just looking at the Yan Clan's inscriptions, Chu Huaijin's mind naturally thought of the middle-aged woman who liked to wear sapphire blue embroidered crabapple flowers.
She had a delicate face, gentle eyes, and always spoke softly, as if she would never get angry.
He still remembered that when he was young, he was with Ying 'er. Although he did not cause any big trouble, small troubles kept coming. It was always Madam Yu who helped them avoid them. If they did something wrong, she did not blame them. Instead, she comforted them nicely.
The past was over. Now that he thought about it, he still walked forward rather emotionally and bowed without putting on any airs.
With her care for him in the past, she could accept this bow.
"Aunty…you once made zhen promise you that I would take good care of Ying 'er, but…now zhen has lost Ying' er, and today has come. I wonder where she is, and if she still remembers this day?”
The day when the snow fell was the day when Yu Clan died of illness. In the past, whenever it happened to be the anniversary of Yu Clan's death, Lin Yueying would immediately put down whatever she was doing and rush here to sweep her grave and pay her respects.
Now, he didn't know if she had been here, but no matter what, he would come here every year to pay his respects to her.
After reminiscing, Chu Huaijin got up and removed the items from his horse. He started to pay his respects seriously. However, when he placed the fruits of sacrifice in front of the tombstone, he realized that the items of sacrifice had already been placed in a relatively hidden place. The three red incense sticks in front of the tombstone had just burned to the end. With a light touch, he could still feel the residual heat.
Looking at the surroundings of the tombstone, a clean area had long been cleared out.
When he first arrived, he was so engrossed in his memories that he did not notice this important trace.
"Ying 'er, Ying' er…is it you? Are you here?”
He shouted loudly. The snowflakes on the branches of the mountain were shaken by his roar and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
On the small path in front of the Lin Yu Clan's stele, a petite figure heard the roar. Her body trembled and she subconsciously quickened her pace.
Chu Huaijin couldn't stand it any longer once a thought sprouted in his mind. He stood in front of the tombstone and looked around. Other than the path he had taken, there were traces of snow all along the way. There was only a small path in an inconspicuous corner. There, he could vaguely see the footprints of someone. When he looked closer, the footprints looked very small. It was very likely that the person was a slender woman. Looking at the direction that the path extended, it was not the path down the mountain but the path up the mountain.
His tiger body trembled and he slowly stretched out his hand. It was as if his heart was about to jump out. The person he was looking for was actually in front of him.
He immediately jumped onto his horse and followed the footprints that were slowly covered by the snow up the mountain.
The footprints became more and more messy and unclear.
Especially when he climbed halfway up the mountain and faced a crossroad. There seemed to be obvious traces of tree branches at the intersection leading to every small road.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Ying Er…is that you?" It must be her. Moreover, it was obvious that she already knew of his arrival. In fact, she did not even want to see him.
"Ying 'er…you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead.”As long as he was still alive, he would have a chance to atone for his sins and would not be afraid.
Holding his throbbing head, the cold air mercilessly poured into his heart and lungs again and again. The altitude of the mountain was getting higher and higher, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Chu Huaijin chased after them for a while. The footprints in front of him became more and more chaotic and thinner. The hope that he had just given birth to slowly turned cold as the snowflakes in the air became thicker and thicker.
He slowly opened his hand, wanting to catch the falling snowflakes in his palm. He prayed that they would be smaller and smaller, and not continue to fall. If they fell like this, the footprints of the previous person would be completely covered by the newly falling snowflakes.
However, the further he went up the mountain, the heavier the snowflakes on the hillside. Chu Huaijin could only open his eyes wide and stare at the white path in front of him.
The more he walked, the more disappointed he became. Not only did the heavens not hear his prayers, but even the path in the mountain seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for him. Or perhaps he had been on the wrong path from the beginning.
The snow on the road piled higher and higher. When he stepped down, it sank into his calf. A lot of snow had already entered his knee-high black deerskin boots. At this moment, it had melted into his boots and seeped into his stockings bit by bit. It was so cold that his feet were almost stiff.
There were more and more thorns on both sides, layer upon layer, stabbing into people's bodies in pain.
" Ying 'er..." Chu Huaijin was panting. He had not walked far before he leaned against a pine tree covered in snow and shouted. He hoped that Ying' er could hear his voice. Even if she only turned around to look at him, or let her know that she was still alive, that was already very good.
Unfortunately, in the vast white snow, there was no trace of the birds on the mountain, not to mention the human figure. At this time, other than his own voice floating in the vast mountains, there was no other sound.
He listened to the anxiety and worry in his voice. It was like a second sadness that gripped his heart tightly.
He hated himself back then. Why was he so pretentious? He clearly loved her, but he had to hurt the love of his life for the sake of empty hatred. He deserved it.
He straightened his back and punched the tree trunk beside him, shaking off the snow on the ground.
The needle-like pine leaves fell to the ground along with the white snow. Before they could leave a mark, they were gradually submerged by layers of white snow.
On this day, he searched from the foot of the mountain to the waist of the mountain, and then to the top of the mountain, but he still did not see the person who had stayed behind to worship Lin Yu. On this day, he used all his strength and exhausted all his mind, but he still could not find the lover he had lost.
When the sky was dark, it was still a dazzling white.
He was lost in this forest.
He walked alone in the snow, his heart filled with desolation.
"Ying 'er…if there is a next life, I will never let you down.”Even if he let down everyone in the world, he would never let down that woman.
He walked aimlessly along the path down the mountain. He wanted to send troops to guard Lin Yushi's tomb. Whether it was Ying 'er or not, she might know where Ying' er was.
He firmly believed that his shadow was not dead. Looking at the vast snow mountain, he thought,
As long as he persisted in his search, he would find her one day.
" Help…" Chu Huaijin, who was still in a daze, stumbled along the snow-covered path. Suddenly, he heard a weak cry.
His ears twitched. He wondered if he had heard wrongly.
" Help..." The voice was hoarse. It was the voice of a young woman. At this moment, she was in the grass on his left, only a distance away from him.
"Ying 'er…" He quickly stepped forward.
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