Both worlds are like dreams

Mo Yunchen's chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy stick, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Cold-hearted? Wei Xuehuang, aren't you also cold-hearted to me? In your eyes, no matter what I do, you never trust me."

"You used me to hurt the person I love most, why should I trust you?"

"Then forget about him." Mo Yunchen said coldly.

"Never."

"If he can't forget his feelings, he will die."

"Then I will die with him!" Xue Huang's eyes were firm, "If he lives, I live; if he dies, I die!"

Mo Yunchen's eyes were as cold as ice, condensing with raging anger. He stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Xue Huang's neck, "Do you really think I can't bear to kill you?"

Xue Huang sneered, "Go ahead! It's not like you haven't killed me before!"

Mo Yunchen was slightly stunned.

Taking advantage of this gap, she broke free from his hand and struck him in the chest.

Mo Yunchen dodged backwards, and the umbrella in his hand was knocked down by Xue Huang.

The two of them then started fighting. Amidst the flying snowflakes, the ice froze and countless ice spikes appeared. Wherever they passed was like an ice hell.

Xue Huang's moves were fierce and ruthless, but in fact she knew that she had been holding back.

The antidote recipe for the heart-eating poison is still in his hands, so she can't really kill him.

But she really couldn't suppress the hatred in her heart.

Mo Yunchen only felt that every move she made was filled with hatred, so he didn't dare to be distracted at all and responded with all his strength.

He swept his palm away, blocking Xue Huang's steps. Then he tore off her cloak and smashed it to pieces with one palm.

He looked an eyesore.

Xue Huang's eyes turned cold, and she drew out the Qingshuang Sword and stabbed Mo Yunchen.

The battlefield between the two men spread toward the lake, and dozens of moves passed.

The Snow Phoenix's Qingshuang danced out a series of phantoms like a spirit snake, and the Seven Killing Sword Qi was unbridled.

She had had enough of his coercion, how could she let him have it easy?

Snowflakes were like knives, and flying sand and rocks hit Mo Yunchen.

Although he blocked them all, many of them still scratched his body.

He was wearing a red robe, so the wound couldn't be seen clearly, but there was a very obvious wound on his cheek.

Mo Yunchen did not stop, and stepped forward again with the sword in his hand. He did not dodge the powerful sword intent of Xue Huang. He adjusted the direction of the sword in his hand and put the hilt against her shoulder, but the Xue Huang sword went straight through his left shoulder.

Xue Huang's eyes deepened slightly, and she finally stopped, "Why didn't you dodge? You obviously could have dodged it."

Mo Yunchen just looked at her and asked: "You said I killed you, when was it?"

Xue Huang was silent. He had no memories of the past. What was the point in talking about it?

"Is this why you hate me?" Mo Yunchen didn't care about the injury on his shoulder. He threw away the sword in his hand and held her sword hand. "I'll let you kill me once, can we be even?"

After saying that, he held her hand and thrust the sword further in.

The blood dripped onto the ground, as if plum blossoms were blooming in the snow.

Xue Huang wanted to draw back the sword, but his hand did not move at all.

"Let go!"

Mo Yunchen didn't care about the pain, he just looked at her persistently, "Answer me."

"You owe me more than just your life?"

Xue Huang touched his wrist to relieve his strength and took the opportunity to pull back Qing Shuang.

Mo Yunchen smiled, "Then why don't you stab me a few more times as repayment?"

Xue Huang frowned slightly, thinking that he was simply a lunatic.

"No matter how many times I stab you with a sword, I can't erase your debt. Mo Yunchen, you made me unable to love you, and I will also make you unable to get it in this life."

Xue Huang turned away indifferently and left alone.

The most painful thing in this world is to want something but not get it.

Isn't it said that the love poison is a curse of three people? Then why can Mo Yunchen be immune to it?

"You are just relying on the fact that I can't bear to kill you," Mo Yunchen's cold voice came from behind him, "Then let's make a bet and see if you can willingly forget him in the end."

Xue Huang paused, but still did not look back. She firmly believed that no matter what happened, she would keep him deeply in her heart.

Mo Yunchen touched her wound belatedly. She said he had killed her, but when was it?

Is this her nightmare?

Isn't it a dream, but a reality that once happened?

But when did it happen? Why did he have no recollection of it?

After Xuehuang returned to the princess's mansion, she locked herself in her room, practicing martial arts all day long.

Even when Rong Yu asked her to go out, she was unwilling to go out.

Until one day when they were practicing sword in the yard, Murong Hen jumped over the wall to find her.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you forgotten me?"

"I thought Master Murong had already left Shangyang City."

"You want me to leave so badly!"

"No. It's your freedom to go or stay."

Murong Hen came to her and asked, "Why do you seem unhappy?"

"No."

"Why don't we go have a drink, or I'll take you out to play. I've discovered a lot of fun places in Shangyang City these days."

Xue Huang didn't say anything.

Murong Hen seemed to realize that he had said something wrong, "Sorry, I forgot that you are married."

"That's fine. I have a few jars of good wine here, which I'd like to give to Master Murong as a token of my gratitude."

"You're welcome."

Xue Huang ordered someone to bring the wine. Murong Hen just smelled it and praised it as a good wine.

She wanted to drink with him, but then the maid came and reported that Zhao Manqing wanted to see her.

Xue Huang was a little surprised, as they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

He immediately asked someone to invite her in, only to find that she looked haggard, as if she had not had a good rest for a long time.

She looked hurried, and when she saw Xue Huang she quickened her pace and bowed deeply.

"Princess, I have something to ask of you."

"Hurry up and get up," Xue Huang quickly helped her up, "Just tell me if there's anything."

"My grandfather is seriously ill. I have invited all the famous doctors in Shangyang City, but they are all helpless. I heard from Princess Xingyue before that she knows a doctor with superb medical skills, so I came to beg the princess, can you introduce him to me?"

"Okay." Xue Huang patted her hands, "I'll send someone to pass the message right away."

Zhao Manqing got a positive answer and breathed a sigh of relief. She almost fainted. "Thank you, Princess."

"Are you okay? Why do you look so grim?"

"I'm fine..." Zhao Manqing said as she was about to leave, "I still have to go accompany my grandfather."

"I'm worried about you like this. I'll take you back." Xue Huang supported her, "Master Murong, I'm sorry for not treating you well."

"Human lives are at stake. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."

"Then please do me a favor, Mr. Murong. Go to Jinxiu Tower to find my second uncle and ask Doctor Dongfang to rush to Taifu Zhao's mansion as soon as possible."

"I will definitely live up to your trust." Murong Hen left quickly.

"Don't worry, they will be here soon."

Xue Huang followed Zhao Manqing to the Zhao Mansion. Murong Hen also moved quickly. As soon as their carriage stopped at the door, he and Dongfang Cong rushed over.

"Please, sir, please save my grandfather's life." Zhao Manqing pleaded hurriedly.

"There is no time to lose. Let me see the patient first." Dongfang Cong said.

Zhao Manqing quickly led them into Master Zhao's room, and they smelled a strong smell of medicine before they got close.

Dongfang Cong frowned slightly, but did not say anything. Instead, he went straight to check the pulse of Master Zhao who was lying on the bed dying.

Xue Huang was a little surprised. It was not the first time she had met Master Zhao. She did not expect that in such a short period of time, he would become so sick.

Even someone like Xue Huang, who was not particularly knowledgeable about medicine, could see that he was already on his last legs and there was probably no cure.

But she couldn't bear to say it out loud, and could only put her hope in Dongfang Cong, perhaps he still had a way.

After a while, Dongfang Cong withdrew his hand, looked at Xue Huang, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Seeing this, Xue Huang immediately understood what he meant, and there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Manqing held back her grief and said, "Doctor, my grandfather..."

"The end is near. This is fate. No medicine can cure it."

Xue Huang said, "Is there nothing we can do?"

"I can use drugs to keep his spirits up and make him suffer less, but this body is already old and there is nothing I can do to save it."

Dongfang Cong has always been the one who snatched people from the hands of the King of Hell, but he has no way to reverse his lifespan. This body is already exhausted and there is no room for recovery.

"Doctor, please think of another solution." Zhao Manqing grabbed his sleeve and begged.

"There are extraordinary methods that can save his life temporarily, but he will also suffer torture every day, lying in bed unable to move, until he dies in agony."

Zhao Manqing stood there in a daze, hesitant for a moment.

Xue Huang said, "Then how long can you protect him if you use your method just now?"

"Seven days at most." Dongfang Cong said. "I can give you acupuncture now."

Xue Huang looked towards Zhao Manqing with some pity in her eyes. Facing her loved ones, such a choice was too cruel.

At this time, Taifu Zhao stretched out his trembling hand to hold Zhao Manqing, and his old voice was barely audible, "Doctor, please... give me acupuncture."

"Grandfather?" Zhao Manqing burst into tears.

"Silly child, everyone will die one day, so just let it go."

Dongfang Cong took out a golden needle and pierced several acupuncture points on his body.

An hour later, Master Zhao's complexion looked much better and he could even stand up.

Zhao Manqing quickly helped him drink the medicine, "Grandfather, go slowly."

Dongfang Cong gestured to Xue Huang and then left.

Imperial Tutor Zhao looked at Xue Huang and said, "Thank you, Princess, for your help. Please forgive me for not being able to perform the ceremony."

"You are too kind, Master. It is just a small favor."

"Qing'er, go get those two memorials on the desk."

Zhao Manqing was puzzled, "Grandfather, what are you going to do?"

"Be good and go get it."

Zhao Manqing nodded and quickly took out what he said.

Master Zhao coughed a few times and motioned for her to pass it to Xue Huang.

"What does this mean?" Xue Huang asked.

"One of them is my petition to make the Fifth Prince the Crown Prince. The other one contains the names of all my available students. Princess, please pass it to His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince."

Xue Huang opened them and took a look. The first memorial was written with sincerity, showing the loyalty of the author. The second one contained names of people, with very detailed annotations, from family background to character and personality, very comprehensive.

"Why did the Master ask me to pass it on?"

"My time is coming to an end. I have lived up to Your Majesty and my wish has come true. But the only thing I cannot let go of is Qing'er. I would like to use this list to exchange a favor for the princess and the fifth prince, so that they can take good care of Qing'er after I die."

"If I agree, wouldn't this become a deal?"

Imperial Tutor Zhao lowered his eyes and sighed, "I understand that this action not only underestimates the character of the princess and the fifth prince, but also tarnishes my good reputation. However, Qing'er is my only granddaughter, and she will be helpless for life. I have to consider her."

"Grandfather," Zhao Manqing cried, "I just want you to live well, I don't ask for anything else."

"If you don't like the disciple I picked for you, I can't force you to do so. I just hope you can be safe and happy in the future." Taifu Zhao looked at Xuehuang again, "Qing'er has always admired the princess, and I hope the princess will agree."

"Manqing is my friend. I will take care of her. Please rest assured, Master. As for the Fifth Prince, I believe he will do the same."

"Then please ask Princess to pass this list to His Highness. I really hope he will be the crown prince."

"Okay." Xue Huang agreed, "I will definitely pass it on."

After a few more pleasantries, Xue Huang said goodbye.

Murong Hen was still waiting at the door, "Mr. Dongfang left first, I'll take you back."

"No need," Xue Huang refused, "I have something else to do."

"Okay then." Murong Hen smiled. "I'll go somewhere else."

Xue Huang said goodbye to him and went to find Wei Yunzhou. She told him everything about Master Zhao and asked him to pass the list to Mo Ruilin.

Wei Yunzhou was silent for a moment, "With this memorial, his hope of becoming the crown prince will be greater."

"I heard that His Majesty's condition has become more serious, and the issue of the crown prince is being debated in the court."

"There will be a conclusion soon. When Taifu Zhao submits his memorial, the situation will definitely lean towards Mo Ruilin."

"Hope everything goes well."

"Do you think so?" Wei Yunzhou asked.

Xue Huang shook her head. "Although I don't want to say this, it will definitely not go smoothly."

"After fighting for so long, we need a result."

"Are you confident?" Xue Huang asked.

"Even if I have to kill, I will fight my way out." Wei Yunzhou's eyes were firm.

"Count me in." A hint of coldness flashed through Xue Huang's eyes. "It's been nineteen years. This day has come too late."