Volume 2-A Lonesome Fragrance Waiting to be Appreciated

Gu Fang Bu Zi Shang Vol02 Ch37

It was warm and comfortable on Yun Chang's carriage.

The blood soaked secluded residence was no longer in sight.

Pingting sat in the corner, looking out at the moon with no feeling.

From today on, the moon she loved the most no longer had its flawless gentleness.

It refused to say a word, reflecting people's breaking hearts and providing the light for the battle cries and the guard's expressions who had died a wasted death. He Xia pushed open the heavy door and kindly loosened the ropes around her. He then left, taking the gilded box with him.

She had stood on those young men's undried blood to reach the entrance of the residence.

Her white silk shoes were now as red as the fiery sunset, leaving bright red shoe prints in the snow.

Her heart was slashed by knives.

The blood all over the ground was no else's. It was hers.

It poured out from her heart, dripping onto the icy snow which the cold did nothing to soothe.

The carriage had been waiting in front.

White curtains decorated the finely cut window frame. The carriage body had been wrapped with splendid fabrics.

Zuiju had rushed out from an unknown place. She had red patches on her sleeves and her fingers were covered in blood as she threw herself at the foot of Pingting, saying, "Miss! Miss! Allow me to take care of Miss on the way!"

He Xia's guards had already raised their shining swords, ready to attack.

Pingting turned around, looking at He Xia. "This is my maid."

He Xia looked at the begging Zuiju and softened his voice, "Get on."

Dear Zuiju, why bother?

Pingting leaned close to the window, listening to the sound of hooves. The sound of the wheel rapidly moved her inch by inch away from Chu Beijie's place.

She did not feel pain, did not feel like crying.

She had decided to forget the pain and the tears, so she could forever forget that person's voice and expressions.

She finally understood that true feelings were not actually that important.

National gratitude was a sea, and national hate was a mountain.

How could she be deeper than the sea or heavier than a mountain?

How could singing under the moon or playing qin amongst flower possibly compare to one's own country?

The purest love in this world was not invincible and was no match for fame and power, no match for the dedicated and no matched against false national pride.

"As a maid, don't you know that your Master is a famous general?"

"What famous general? He's the one who decides what is more important and breaks other people's hearts for his selfish needs."

She thought about these words, and Bai Pingting smiled sadly.

Isn't there a time where all people are a famous generals?

When even if they can't decide what is more important, they go ahead and break other people's hearts for their own selfish needs?

His choice was right, properly selected.

As a famous general, he should have gone ahead and put an end to the broken heart, homeless and ruined soul he had created.

Until their promises, their smiles, were all forgotten.