A Jiu Lu Fei Xiang Short Story
After the Princess of Qi, Qing Shi died, there was a man who hadn't truly lived since. That man gave up his entire life as a sacrifice for her death. No matter how relentless time can be, it will never wash away the me...
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If Yun Cheng could have brought her home... he would have. But as it was, he didn't even get the chance to hear her say "You've come too late. I am very mad at you." Courtesy of Ibuki Satsuki.
Cough.Yun Cheng coughed slowly and gradually woke up. When he saw the box in Qing Shi's hand, his expression changed, as his eyes were immediately filled with harshness. "Give it over." His voice was weak and hoarse, but the implicit murderous spirit within his voice made Qing Shi startled, as the wooden box fell from her hands onto the bed. The hair that was bundled up, fell out.
Yun Cheng sat up, and put the hair back. He glared at Qing Shi coldly. "You are not allowed to touch certain things." When he finished, he tried to control himself and coughed a bit. "It's alright to cook gruel, to have secret ties with the Yue Nation, or to map out the General's residence. I've allowed you to do all these things, but don't touch my bottom line."
Qing Shi was shocked. "You..."
"Get out."
He knew everything. Qing Shi was terrified. This person knew everything, but he had never said anything about it, and he had never tried to denounce her one bit. Why... Was it really because his doting had manifested in her? Or, was it because of the ingrained memory of another woman in his heart?
After Qing Shi left, Yun Cheng exhaustedly closed his eyes.
His meritorious deeds had been brought about by the withering of the Yue Nation. Sometimes, he would ponder the grave sins that he had committed in his lifetime, but how could he not hate people of the Yue Nation? When he thought about that dreamland from before, his brows knit.
That year, in the depths of winter, he had forced his way into the capital of the Yue Nation, and led soldiers into the imperial palace. He assisted the Emperor of Yue back onto his throne, but when he proposed taking Qing Shi's corpse back to his country, no one dared agree. After getting to the heart of the matter, he found out that those Yue people had actually defiled her bones and scattered her ashes, sprinkling them on a barren hill outside the imperial city.
Yun Cheng was greatly grieved. He almost couldn't stay standing as he asked, "Where is she?"
The people in the palace who had survived the armed rebellion brought him there. Nothing grew on the barren hill except miscanthus. "You people... weren't even willing to seek a piece of shade for Qing Shi." Yun Cheng gritted his teeth, hating the Yue people to his bones. However, the people behind him said, "This is what the Empress wanted."
Yun Cheng was stumped for words. A person from the palace said, "When the Empress was severely injured, she ordered us to burn her and scatter her ashes here, if she was to die. She said, this wind could take her home."
The mountain wind whistled, raising his hair on end. Yun Cheng looked out, and felt his hair sway, as it began to blow towards their motherland. His body seemed to twist about him painfully, from the inside out, putting him in so much pain that he did not wish to live. He slightly bent at his waist and covered his stomach, as some blood rose in his throat.
