Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

Chapter 500: Farewell in a Dream

It was late at night. The rustling sound of leaves outside the window in the night wind was so eerie that it made one's hair stand on end.

Huarong lay quietly on the bed, her mind was strangely quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if there was only a blank nothingness left, unable to recall what happened today. She still remembered going to the princess's mansion in the morning, and then the whole person became like a puppet, staring blankly at Yuemao's body being carried away, staring blankly at the person who comforted her, sitting blankly on the ground, unable to stand up. Her heart was still beating, but her body seemed to be dead.

Looking at the room where my sister used to live, I can still see her walking around inside. I saw her yesterday, held her hand, and listened to her sobbing exhortations. However, in just one day, everything was gone, and only became a fleeting memory.

I don't remember how I left the princess's mansion, how I returned to my room, and even less how I lay down on the bed. Whether I was walking, raising my hands, turning my head, or turning around, all the movements seemed to be not my own will. I just collapsed like that, not wanting to move or talk. I just wanted to be quiet, alone, close my eyes, and not think about anything, just like that, forever.

My heart was heavy, pressing against my chest and it hurt. I opened my eyes and they were filled with misty tears. My sister's smiles and frowns became illusory and beautiful through the misty tears. The two sisters had been together since they were born and had never been apart. Now, for the first time, they were separated forever, in life and death.

Hua Rong gently closed her eyes, wishing she would never wake up, forcing herself to stay in the dream and never return to this cold and helpless world.

I don't know how long it took, but a cool night breeze blew in from the window. A subtle feeling made Huarong open her eyes.

In the darkness, with the faint moonlight, I actually saw my sister sitting beside my bed.

Hua Rong was startled, and quickly straightened her upper body and called softly, "Sister."

Yuemao nodded and smiled at her quietly.

I don't know why, but after seeing my sister's smile, my heart became even more desolate. A layer of mist instantly rose in my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Sister." He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to grab Yuemao. However, Yuemao dodged.

"Sister is leaving soon, and I came to see you for the last time." Yuemao still had a gentle smile, which looked very sad in the pale moonlight. Maybe she wanted Huarong to remember her smile, so she buried all the pain of parting deep in her heart, not revealing a single bit.

After hearing Yuemao's words, Huarong's throat instantly choked. After a long while, she finally said in a hoarse voice: "Don't go... Don't leave me..."

Yuemao looked at her quietly, saying nothing, just looking at her quietly, with a faint shadow in his eyes.

Huarong crawled towards Yuemao, trying to grab her, but Yuemao kept dodging backwards. Huarong cried and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister, I was wrong... I can change everything, I will listen to you, please don't leave me..."

The sound was like a knife cutting the throat, with blood flowing out.

Yuemao's smile finally gradually solidified into sadness. She no longer stepped back, but gently picked up Huarong.

Hua Rong closed her eyes in her arms. Although she felt a bone-chilling chill, her heart was warm. She sobbed and said, "At that time, the whole family was executed, and only the two of us were left in the Xi family. At least we could still lean on each other... Now you have left me alone, where should I go..."

This sentence made Yuemao choke up. "Sister left you so that you could live a better life. Sister will always watch over you and protect you... You are not alone, sister will always be with you..."

"I can't live a better life without you. Everything I have done so far was out of hope for our future. And then you tore my future in half, leaving me a bloody gash..." He could no longer make a sound when he said this, and could only gasp and swallow continuously.

Yuemao gently stroked Huarong's hair, even though her fingertips could no longer touch her. "If there's a first time, there'll be a second time. I can't watch you become Concubine An's killing tool. Only when I die can you be free... In fact, I should have died a long time ago. I only survived because I couldn't bear to leave you. But now I realize that staying by your side is a burden. Without me, you can definitely live a better and freer life..."

Hua Rong was speechless and could only bite her lips and shake her head continuously.

Yuemao whispered, "Sister knows that you have always liked Xiaorong... From now on, he will take care of you on behalf of sister..."

Hua Rong shook her head stubbornly, staring into the void ahead and said, "I don't want him to take care of me. I don't want this unfaithful man... I hate him. I don't love him at all..."

Yuemao gently wiped the tears from her eyes and said distressedly: "You are always like this, treating everyone as an enemy... In the end, you are left alone. How are you going to face so many enemies?"

"Everyone will leave me. Everyone will disappear from my side. It's as if it's destined that I will be alone, facing this complicated world..."

Yuemao sighed softly, held up Huarong's face, and stared at her quietly. "Sister, time is running out. You must learn to be kind to yourself." Leaving these words, Yuemao's body gradually became transparent. She slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

Hua Rong panicked and hurriedly grabbed her dress and shouted, "Sister! Don't go! Don't go!" She wanted to chase after her, but she didn't know what was wrong with her legs. It was like being pressed by a mountain and she couldn't move at all. She could only cry and shout, hoping to keep her sister.

However, Yuemao's figure was getting farther and farther away, until it was completely swallowed up by the inky night and could no longer be found.

Only then did Hua Rong finally stop shouting. She took a deep breath, lay on the ground, and cried bitterly while gritting her teeth.

The cold night wind blew in from the door, freezing her whole body.

She suddenly shuddered, and her vision went dark. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in bed.

The other palace maids who slept in the same room with her were all unconscious.

The door was closed, with only a crack in the window.

It turned out to be just a dream.

"Sister..." Hua Rong looked at the dark room and burst into tears.

At the same time, in Concubine An's bedroom.

Concubine An was sleeping soundly, but suddenly she felt something strange. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. There was nothing in the room, only silence. She was puzzled for a while and was about to lie down again, but she suddenly found a porcelain vase quietly placed beside her pillow.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he recognized at a glance that it was the bottle containing the colorful flower fragrance antidote, and a chill ran through his body.

She was so scared that she grabbed the porcelain bottle and threw it to the ground. With a "pop" sound, the porcelain bottle broke and a pool of blood splashed.

A few drops of blood even fell on her face, making her scream.

Ning Shuang rushed over after hearing the news, and Concubine An pointed at the ground tremblingly. However, the ground was empty, not to mention no bloodstains, not even a fragment of the porcelain bottle.

As a result, Concubine An did not sleep well the whole night. She didn't know whether the porcelain bottle was a dream or an illusion.

The next morning, she sat in front of the dressing mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, looking haggard.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on my right cheek and I found a small mole there.

She leaned closer to the mirror and looked carefully, only then she discovered that the mole was red.

As bright as blood, like the obsession of a wronged soul, it was deeply rooted in her face, dazzling and eye-catching.

Idle Palace.

Hua Rong didn't come to bring food to Ji Anni yesterday, so Ji Anni had to go hungry all day.

Being hungry was a minor matter. She was very worried about Huarong. She was restless all day yesterday, feeling that something big had happened.

The next day, Kang Xiaorong came to deliver food to Ji Anni, who hurriedly pestered him to ask about Huarong's whereabouts.

Kang Xiaorong was in low spirits, his face was almost pale, and he didn't want to say anything. After being questioned by Ji Anni many times, he had to tell the truth.

"Yuemao committed suicide?" Ji Anni sat down on the chair with a thud and was unable to recover for a long time.

"No one knows why she committed suicide. Tianning and the maids in the princess's mansion said that Yuemao has not been abnormal recently..." Kang Xiaorong shook his head gently, "Maybe only Huarong knows the reason why she committed suicide, but Huarong has been like a lost soul since yesterday, motionless and silent... Tianning and I are very worried about her..."

Ji Anni carefully recalled Huarong's behavior over the past few days and did not find anything unusual.

It happened so suddenly that no one was prepared for it.

"Did Yuemao leave any last words?" Ji Anni asked with concern.

People who commit suicide usually leave behind something like a suicide note, from which we can infer the reason for the suicide.

This sentence touched Kang Xiaorong's sore spot, and his expression instantly dimmed. "He did leave a letter..."

"What does the letter say?" he asked hurriedly.

Kang Xiaorong sighed, "Only one sentence. Maybe she had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start, so she only wrote one sentence in the end."

At this moment, Ji Anni seemed to see the scene of Yue Mao sitting at the table with a pen in her hand when she was dying, unable to write a single word for a long time.

"What did she write?"

Kang Xiaorong was slow to answer, and Ji Anni was so anxious that she could only grab his sleeve, as if she was afraid that he would turn around and run away without saying a word.

At this moment, a voice came from the door: "Young General, don't be embarrassed. Our engagement has been annulled. Yuemao is too willful. You don't have to pay attention to her."

Looking up, it was Huarong. She was carrying a basket, obviously coming to bring food to Ji Anni. Her expression was natural, with a hint of anger. But it was definitely not the "lost soul" that Kang Xiaorong had just described.

In just one day, she was able to recover to such an extent. Moreover, when she talked about Yuemao, even when she talked about Yuemao's last words, her eyes did not show any sadness, as if Yuemao was still alive, and she could even stand in the position of a sister and blame her for being willful.