SWORDS FIGHTS ON MOUNT HUA (Book 3 of Legend Of The Condor Heroes)

Lovers' Handkerchief Part 2

Reverend Yideng said, "At that time I actually believed it was Zhou Shixiong. Other than him, who in this present age had that kind of ability, and who without any reason at all would injure a baby? I guessed he was not willing to leave an illegitimate child behind and became a disgrace in the Wulin world. After Concubine Liu uttered those words she was bashful and anxious, frightened and ashamed at the same time. She was at a loss. But suddenly she said, 'No, it definitely was not him! That laughter was not his!' I said, 'You were frightened, how could you hear clearly?' She replied, 'I will remember this laughter forever, even if I become a ghost I will still remember that laughter! No, it definitely was not him!'"

Listening to this part everybody suddenly felt a chill in the air, goose bumps appeared on their skins. Guo Jing and Huang Rong recalled Ying Gu's voice and demeanor; they imagined her facial expression when she said those words with clenched teeth, they could not help but shiver in fear.

Reverend Yideng continued, "I heard her so convinced, I believed her. But for the life of me I could not guess who the assassin was. I once thought it might be one of Wang Zhenren's disciples, maybe Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji or Wang Chuyi? Perhaps they were trying to save Quanzhen Sect's reputation that they took the thousands of 'li's journey to a remote place and kill to close someone's mouth ..."

Guo Jing's lips moved, he wanted to say something, but he did not dare to interrupt Reverend Yideng's story. Yideng saw it and said, "You want to say something? You may as well say it."

Guo Jing said, "Ma Daozhang [Taoist Priest Ma], Qiu Daozhang, they are all chivalrous heroes; they can't possibly do this thing."

"I have met Wang Chuyi at Mount Hua," Yideng said, "His conduct was alright, but I don't know about the other disciples. But if they could kill the baby with one palm, why did they leave the baby half dead and half alive?" He raised his head and turned his gaze toward the window, staring blankly. Obviously he had not been able to forget the unsolvable mystery of more than ten years ago. The meditation room was quiet. A moment later Yideng said, "All right, let's talk about that later ..."

Huang Rong suddenly exclaimed, "Without a doubt, it must be Ouyang Feng."

Yideng said, "Afterwards I also suspected him. But Ouyang Feng is a western region's man, he is big and tall; he is at least a head taller than average local men. Concubine Liu said that compared to average men, the assassin can be considered short."

"That's strange," Huang Rong said.

"My thought precisely," Yideng said, "Concubine Liu was hugging the child and sobbing. This child's injury was not as severe as Miss Huang's, but he was very young; he did not have any immune system yet. If I was to treat his injury, it would have consumed all my energy. I hesitated for a long time. I saw Concubine Liu was crying pitifully. Several times I was going to open my mouth to tell her that I would treat his injury, but every time I remembered that if I do that, I can forget about competing against the other experts at the incoming second Sword Meet of Mount Hua to win the Nine Yin Manual. Ay! Wang Zhenren had said that this Manual was the Wulin world's big root of trouble; it brought harms to many people and brought out the worst of human's heart. He was absolutely right. Because of that book I lost my compassion towards others. After hesitating for almost two hours I finally started to lean toward treating his injury. Ay, during these two hours I felt like I was lower than an animal. The worst part was, my decision to treat his injury was not because I wanted to do something good, but because I was tired of Concubine Liu's constant cry for help."

"Uncle," Huang Rong said, "I said you loved her very much, I was not wrong."

Yideng did not seem to hear her, he simply continued his narration, "As Concubine Liu heard my promise to help, she was so happy that she fainted again. I massaged her acupoint to awaken her, then I started to untie the child's swaddling clothes so that I could massage his acupoints using the 'xian tian gong' [inborn/innate energy]. Who would have thought that under the swaddling clothes that child was wearing a 'du dou' [an undergarment covering chest and abdomen] on his chest. I stopped on my track, unable to say anything; because on the 'du dou' was a pair of embroidered mandarin ducks, and next to the ducks was that 'four weaving machines' poem. Turned out this 'du dou' was the handkerchief given to Zhou Shixiong a couple of years ago.

Concubine Liu saw my expression and she knew things had turned bad for her. Her face was ashen. Clenching her teeth she pulled a dagger from her waist and pointed it toward her own chest. 'Emperor,' she called out, 'I do not have any face to live longer in this world. I am asking your infinite mercy and compassion, I am willing to trade my life for the child's. In my next life I will become a dog or a horse to repay your kindness.' As she said that she pushed the dagger into her chest, hard."

Although everybody knew that Concubine Liu was still alive, they could not help but gasp in horror.

As he narrated this part, it was as if Reverend Yideng did not tell the past events to others, but it seemed like he was simply thinking out loud, "I quickly used 'qin na fa' [grappling, capture and seize technique] to snatch her dagger away. I was fast, but her dagger had already penetrated her chest. Blood was seeping out her clothes. I was afraid she might try to kill herself again, so I sealed the acupoints on her hands and feet. I tended the wound on her chest and let her rest on a chair. She did not say anything, but her eyes looked at me full of sorrow. Neither of us said anything. The room was quiet, save the sound of that child gasping for breath.

While listening to that child's breathing many, many past events flashed in my mind: how she entered the palace for the first time, how I taught her martial art, how I had loved her. She had always revered me, feared me, gently attended to all my needs, never dared to disregard my will; but she had never loved me. At first I was not aware of her true feelings, but that day I saw the way she looked at Zhou Shixiong, then I understood. When a woman truly and wholeheartedly loves a man, she will look at him with that kind of look. I remembered the way she looked when Zhou Shixiong threw that handkerchief down, the way she looked when he turned around and left the palace. That scene had haunted me for several years, made my sleeps restless and my meals taste like sawdust. Even today I can still see it vividly in my mind.

This time once again her heart was broken; not over her lover, but over her son, whose life she was willing to trade her own with! I am an honorable man, and I felt disgraced. Me, the ruler of a country! Having this thought my heart was filled with fury; I lifted my foot and smashed an ivory stool in front of me. I looked up and was dumbstruck. I said, 'You ... what happened to your head?' She did not seem to hear me, her gaze was fixed to her child. I have never really understood before, how someone's gaze could contain so much love, so much compassion. By that time she had realized I was not going to save her child's life, so she wanted to look at him as long as he was still alive.

I took a mirror and held it out in front of her. I said, 'Look at your hair!' In just a short period of time it seemed like she had become several decades older. She was only eighteen, nineteen years old; yet because of fear, anxiety, remorse, despair, grieve, and all kinds of deep emotional attacks innumerable hair on her temples had turned white!