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As it turned out, the roasted game was not as delicious as what was seen on TV.

She bit down on the last piece of meat and licked the corner of her lips before sighing.

The Martial Lord glared at her. Damn! Having something to eat is already good enough, yet she still dares to blabber on and on!

Her lover pretended not to see his gaze, but of course, even if she did, she wouldn't take it to heart.

Pei Ruochen also ate a little, but only a little. Since her meridians were sealed, her appetite was not very good. She gracefully ate two or three bites before stopping and quietly looking at her lover who was still wolfing down her food.

Martial Lord glanced at him and said in a sour tone, "That bastard Pei Liping gave birth to a shy son."

The calmness and carefreeness that Pei Ruochen displayed made the Martial Lord very unhappy.

"What is the relationship between my father and Martial Lord? Why does Martial Lord keep slandering my father again and again?" Regardless of how well-bred Pei Ruochen was, she had to speak up for her father.

"Origin, hmph, this is a big source!" The Martial Lord coldly snorted and said in a bad mood: "That year, if I didn't save Pei Lipu in this chaotic world, he would have already been a corpse!"

"So, Martial Lord is my father's savior?" Pei Ruochen asked without batting an eyelid.

The Martial Lord unnaturally responded with two "En". Suddenly, he threw away the skeleton in his hand and looked at the distant sky. His complexion slightly changed.

Pei Ruochen had also noticed his strangeness and followed Martial Lord's gaze. In the end, on the initial night of the desert, a dazzling firework would occasionally flash and fly into the sky before dispersing and disappearing quickly into the night.

Like a signal light, it was even brighter and more majestic than a signal light.

"What's that?" Pei Ruochen mumbled to herself.

"It's the Yan Nation's summoning order! Has Yan Zihao arrived?!" The Martial Lord answered subconsciously. Then, he thought about it and thought that something was wrong. "Didn't the rumors say that Yan Zihao had already died?"

"The people of Yan Country are also nearby. Could it be that they also covet the things in Madam Xi's tomb?" Pei Ruochen received it doubtfully.

"I knew it. This Yan Zizhao would never give up. He must be after Madam as well!" It was unknown which part of the Martial Lord's body had been stepped on. He was blowing his beard and glaring his eyes, unable to contain his anger.

While they were speaking, the young woman had already walked to the front. She stood at the mouth of the cave and looked at the misty clouds that flashed past in the distance.

"He just wanted to tell me that he's safe." After resting for a moment, the flame finally extinguished. The girl smiled and said to herself softly. The light in her eyes was like a myriad of stars.

The Martial Lord who was still in a rage did not hear these words, but Pei Ruochen could hear every single word.

He wanted to ask his lover, 'Who is he?'

Other than He Lan Xue, who else would use the flames exclusive to the Yan Kingdom's Imperial Family to report to her, who was thousands of miles away, on her safety?

However, this question could never be resorted to.

It seemed that once he said it, the thin barrier that he had been holding on to would collapse with a loud bang.

Pei Ruochen lowered her eyes, knitted her eyebrows and held her hands, looking as cold as ever.

On the other side, Martial Lord was still rambling on and on about how Yan Zihao had coveted Madam's beauty, how he had plotted to get her, and how she had remained cold as ice.

However, the two young men who seemed not to be listening had their own thoughts and were in no mood to distinguish between his incoherent words.

Nightfall.

The next day, after another urgent trek, the three of them trekked into the depths of the Fishing Sea Desert. This time, Pei Ruochen and her lover were left behind. Pei Ruochen did not know which of her tendons was twisted, and was extremely cold to her. Although the two of them were not far from each other, they looked as if they were separated by thousands of miles.

Her lover didn't think much of it. He just followed her step by step, stepping on his calves.

However, even though she was in a hurry, she still slowed down in the end. Not long after, Pei Ruochen heard the panting voice of her lover.

He slowed down and waited for her.

After waiting for a long time, her lover was still moving further and further away.

Then he heard a plop.

Looking back, Yi Ren's entire face was buried in the yellow sands. She fell to the ground in a prostrate position.

Martial Lord heard the sound as well, and when he turned around to see what was happening, he felt annoyed. Just as he was about to shout out in anger, Pei Ruochen suddenly turned around and walked over to her lover in large strides.

Her hands supported her on the ground as she half supported her body to look at Pei Ruochen who was walking closer. The sun was shining behind her, and from below, her face could not be seen, leaving behind only a blurry silhouette.

Then he crouched down and looked at her without a word.

So she smiled, her eyes narrowed, her smile was bright and calm, without a care in the world.

"I hit a rock and fell." she said, embarrassed.

The way she walked was already a little unsteady. Just now, she accidentally kicked a protruding Gobi Stone.

Pei Ruochen looked down and saw her lover's knees against a sharp stone blade. Her light cotton pants were dyed dark red, making her heart ache.

He suddenly felt resigned to his fate.

"Come up, I'll carry you." Pei Ruochen gestured.

Hesitating for a moment, she then clambered onto Pei Ruochen's back.

Although he had been walking in the sandstorm for a long time, the faint scent of ink still emanated from Pei Ruochen's body.

Chen Yuyan Platform. The smell of ancient ink.

She sniffled, sniffing a little more.

She was lying on his back.

Lightly and gently, the sniffling motion caressed his neck.

Pei Ruochen felt soft in her heart and found it funny, "What am I feeling awkward today?"

It was only because her lover had said 'he's telling me he's safe' last night, only because her heart throbbed with unexplainable sorrow when she heard the other 'he', and only because of that alertness that she was deliberately distant from her today, ignoring him.

Let her fall and get hurt.

"My love, I'm sorry." While her lover was fuming from the fragrance, she suddenly heard Pei Ruochen's soft apology.

He had attributed the fall of his lover to him.

She treated him with such purity, yet he was so lost in thought that he could not make heads or tails of it.

Her lover blinked in confusion, not knowing how to answer.

Her arms were around his neck.

Pei Ruochen's steps were steady and powerful.

"..." "It doesn't hurt." After staring blankly for a long time, Ai Hui answered hesitantly.

Pei Ruochen smiled when she heard this, and felt relieved.

Her lover's answer was totally inappropriate.

However, she understood.

Pei Ruochen knew that she was very clear about it.

There was a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on that made him crazy, but they both knew the difference and the distance.

Weird tacit understanding.

The tacit understanding felt warm at the bottom of his heart, and then turned astringent.

He refused to give up.

At dusk of the third day, they finally saw an isolated desert in the distance.

Dark brown stone, standing in the sky and earth, desolate, magnificent.

The Martial Lord's expression instantly turned solemn.

"Is that the tomb of Madam Xi?" Pei Ruochen asked indifferently.

Her lover was already able to walk on the ground. It was just that he was worn out from the journey and looked very miserable.

"Yes, this is the Lady's tomb." Martial Lord spoke full of respect and suppressed his excitement. He repeated Pei Ruochen's question in his most serious and reverent tone.

Pei Ruochen looked over again, and the stone that she was looking at seemed to have taken on the color of a legend, and became even more majestic.

The legendary Lady Xi.

She was a beauty that had overturned the entire world.

Now they were standing at her grave.

— Such a person, in the end, was still only a tomb.

Pei Ruochen suddenly felt empty. This was a feeling of insignificance that came naturally to humans when they were faced with life and death.

Martial Lord seemed to have the same feeling. He stared blankly at the tomb of his longed-for wife. Suddenly, he remembered that heaven shocking corpse had turned to dust in such a desolate place. His heart was filled with sorrow.

His wife then turned her head to look at Pei Ruochen before looking at the Martial Lord. She then took the lead and walked towards the cemetery.

The Martial Lord was still filled with shock and sorrow, but he did not stop her.

Her lover stopped in front of the cemetery.

She looked up at the big stone: it rose up to the sky, craggy on one side, as if it had been artificially polished flat on the other.

There was a sentence that she would have never thought of. It was a sentence that she was extremely familiar with in her previous life.

Tobe, ornottobe-thatistechedron

Hamlet's question.

His wife opened her mouth, but he didn't feel like she was speechless at all.

She had known for a long time that Madam Xi was a Transcender like her, but when she saw her familiar English and this classic line, she had the illusion that she was in a dream.

How could she know that all of this was not her dream?

And this English line was the button to turn off the dream. She saw it and read it out loud. Thus, the dream came to an end.

Thinking of this, her lover turned to look at Pei Ruochen.

Behind her, Pei Ruochen was also covered in dust, her white silk clothes had been dyed a light gray by the sand, her hair was tied up behind her head, and her face was pale, but her eyes were bright, her lips dry and yet beautiful. When he looked back at her, his eyes were gentle and reliable, and they were rippling with energy.

He was such a real existence.

Her lover's heart immediately calmed down.

"Do you recognize the symbols on it?" the Martial Lord asked in a coarse voice as he strode to his wife's side.

He could no longer suppress his excitement.

His lover's expression had never been concealed. He had already seen her understanding from her slight changes.

"I do." "It's a language from my hometown," she said quietly.

The Yi family was once the Prominent Class in the Ming Dynasty. Was this the language of the Ming Dynasty?

When Pei Ruochen heard her lover's answer, a trace of doubt appeared in her mind. However, she did not point it out, but only quietly waited for the next part.

"Then how do you read this sentence, what does it mean?" The Martial Lord could no longer wait.

Her lover looked up and repeated it clearly. Then she explained simply, "It's a bit complicated, but in the end, is it – should we do it or not?"

"Do it or not?" Martial Lord stared at her uncertainly.