117: Chapter 117 May Lady Fuyuan Live a Thousand Years

Ye Jingjun did not rise to see her off, merely nodding slightly.

"Take care."

Cang Mingyue took one last look at the warm pavilion.

Then, she turned her head to gaze in the direction where Su Chen's body was kept, as if bidding him a final farewell.

With a resolute turn, her blue figure vanished into the vast curtain of snow.

Silence returned to the warm pavilion.

Ye Jingjun sat alone for a long time, until the charcoal fire was about to die out.

She rose slowly and walked toward the secret chamber she visited every day.

Inside the dark ice coffin, Su Chen, dressed in bright red wedding robes, lay quietly as ever.

His expression was peaceful, as if he were merely asleep.

Ye Jingjun walked to the side of the coffin, gazing at him infatuatedly.

Extending a trembling hand, she traced his silhouette ever so lightly through the layer of cold dark ice.

"Husband..." she whispered softly.

"Jingjun is here; I won't let you be alone anymore."

She drew the su chen sword from her waist, carefully caressing the cracks along the blade.

Then, she walked slowly to the vanity.

Gazing at her own stunningly beautiful face in the mirror, she nodded.

The cold blade pressed against her slender, fragile neck.

The old wound seemed to ache faintly once more.

She closed her eyes, gathering all the strength in her body.

Memories of their first meeting, practicing swordplay, fighting in wars, and their grand wedding flashed through her mind.

The obsession brought about by the Heartless Sword intent and her desire for death intertwined, urging her wrist to exert force.

Just as the blade was about to break her skin, and the legendary Crimson Phoenix Sword Immortal was on the verge of perishing, a sudden change occurred.

On her slender waist, somewhere beneath her red robes, a soul imprint suddenly appeared.

It was exactly the one Su Chen had left behind.

A beam of white light radiated from the imprint, instantly enveloping her.

The su chen sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

At the same time, an illusory yet incredibly familiar figure slowly condensed from the white light and appeared before her.

It was Su Chen!

"Husband!" Ye Jingjun cried out, looking at the figure before her in disbelief.

Compared to Cang Mingyue, her reaction was more calm and composed.

Because her cultivation was higher and she was more knowledgeable, she had mostly guessed that this must be a soul restriction Su Chen had placed somewhere on her body.

Su Chen's phantom wore a gentle smile, just as it had in the past.

He did not speak, merely raising his hand and lightly touching her brow with his fingertip.

A warm current instantly surged into Ye Jingjun's consciousness, and the obsession within the Heartless Sword intent—which had plagued her for years, causing backlash due to her emotions and fueling her desire for death—now melted and dissolved in an instant, like snow meeting the sun.

It should be said that for these many years, Ye Jingjun had sealed away her seven emotions and six desires, even choosing to die resolutely for Su Chen, largely because this obsession was at work.

Possessing Su Chen had always been the deepest obsession in her sword path.

Yet, Su Chen had died right before her eyes.

This drove her to the brink of madness, and she had consistently chosen to deal with everything in a self-destructive, passive manner.

But today, the very root of her obsession had been personally erased by him.

Her mind regained clarity, and her seven emotions and six desires returned to her.

Those paranoid, self-destructive thoughts receded like a tide.

Although the pain remained, it was no longer suffocating.

Following this, a scroll written with spiritual power in a solemn format unfolded before her.

The three characters at the head read, "To My Wife."

The handwriting was his usual clear and free-spirited style, but the tone imitated the unique contracts of Great Ning, carrying his uniquely gentle voice.

Line after line, it spoke gently.

"It is said that the bond between husband and wife is deep, and their love runs as heavy as the mountains and seas."

"Yet, the Heavenly Dao is fickle, and one's lifespan has its limits."

"Your foolish husband, Su Chen, possessed shallow virtue and a rugged fate; I was first afflicted by a chronic illness, and finally reached my end."

"To be unable to grow old with my virtuous wife, Jingjun, and share the passing seasons together is truly the greatest regret of my life."

"Recalling the past—our first meeting in Qingzhou, passing on the sword under the moon, following each other through the wars, and our alliance under the red canopy."

"My wife's heroic bearing was as bright as a Crimson Phoenix, wise and courageous, deeply affectionate and righteous."

"Your foolish husband engraved this into his very heart, and even if I were to die nine times over, I would have no regrets."

"I had intended to work with my wife to restore the mountains and rivers and create a prosperous age."

"Alas, the heavens did not bless me, and I have perished halfway."

"Now that your foolish husband travels to the Yellow Springs, this is destiny, not my wife's fault."

"My wife is a remarkable woman of this age, carrying the sun and moon on her shoulders, with the common people in your heart."

"This vast land needs you to hold it; the world's common people need your protection."

"How can you, for the sake of personal feelings, lightly abandon the nation and betray the trust of the masses?"

"If my wife insists on following me, then your foolish husband will find no peace in the netherworld and will surely suffer torment."

"Jingjun, my wife, I hope you understand my painstaking efforts and will no longer harbor such desperate thoughts."

"You must know that the cycle of cause and effect is profound and unpredictable."

"Today's parting does not necessarily mean there will be no day of reunion."

"I hope my wife will rearrange her rainbow robes, comb her hair once more, and use the sword as a pen to continue writing a glorious chapter of peace."

"Resolve your grievances and release your knots; do not harbor resentment."

"A temporary parting, may each of us be well."

"Break free from obsessions, and may your body and mind be at peace."

"I humbly wish, my wife..."

"May you live for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years."

As the letter was read, the brilliance gradually faded.

Su Chen's phantom smiled gently at her, and his figure gradually faded away, disappearing into thin air just like that.

"Su Chen!..."

Ye Jingjun was stunned at first.

Then, she realized that Su Chen had disappeared.

This was likely the very last time she would see Su Chen.

Ye Jingjun lunged forward frantically, but only embraced the empty silence of the room.

She slumped beside the ice coffin, sobbing uncontrollably.

Su Chen's body in the coffin remained as cold as ever, as if everything just now had been a hallucination.

Although it was only a spiritual imprint, Ye Jingjun suddenly realized that she could not even bring herself to have a single thought of self-destruction now.

After a long while, she raised her tearful eyes to look at the person in the coffin.

Her fingertips lightly touched the cold coffin wall as she murmured, "You are always so gentle... considering everything so thoroughly."

"Before you left, you had actually already anticipated that I would choose to leave because of you, so you arranged this in advance, didn't you?..."

"'Today's parting does not necessarily mean there will be no day of reunion.' Su Chen, you are always like this... even when coaxing me, you do it so cunningly."

"If there is truly a day of reunion..."

"Husband, this time, I will not hold back, and I will not give anyone else a chance."

"I must... possess you completely, from body to soul."

Having said this, she sat back down at the table, applying makeup and rearranging her eyebrows.

"Since my lifespan is now nearly infinite, then I shall guard your empire for you."

"You forbid me to die, so I shall live."

"I will wait for... that opportunity you mentioned where we might meet again."

"May you live for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years... I will wait for you."

Outside the window, the snow had stopped at some unknown time.

A glimmer of dawn was struggling to pierce through the clouds, illuminating the pale earth.