Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Wanyan Jue returned to the capital on a snowy day.

It was also the first snowfall in Beijing that year.

Jade trees and silver flowers, mountains dancing like silver snakes.

Wanyan Jue, however, had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery.

Alone on horseback, he rode into the capital city at dawn.

Alone, with his sword still drawn.

He stopped in front of the Meridian Gate and saw the person standing on the city tower waiting for him.

A person he had only met a few times, but now he hated him intensely.

The current emperor of the Great Xuan Dynasty is Xi Yue.

He stood on the city wall, looking down at himself, without sorrow or joy.

It's as if nothing in this world can stir his emotions in the slightest.

His face was undeniably haggard, just like his own.

It's clear that he hasn't been having a good time lately.

He too deserves to suffer night after night and be tormented day after day.

After all, he was the one who drove such a good person to his death.

The two looked at each other from afar, and with just one glance, they knew what the other was thinking.

With a solemn expression, Wanyan Jue raised the jeweled scimitar symbolizing the royal power of Xiling, declaring war on Xiyue as an equal.

Xi Yue smiled, as if mocking Wanyan Jue's overestimation of his abilities.

It also sounds like self-deprecation.

They laughed at their own foolishness.

He also raised the heirloom sword representing the Great Xuan royal family in response to Wanyan Jue's declaration of war.

The lone wolf, equally proud, carries an unspeakable arrogance deep in its bones.

No one knows how this competition will end.

Three days later, under a bright, sunny sky, Wanyan Jue, still alone on horseback, headed towards Xiling.

They only brought a bamboo basket with them.

The basket contained two jars of osmanthus wine that Gu Yao had personally brewed.

The last two jars.

It was left to Wanyan Jue.

Winter on the grasslands is desolate, with snow-capped mountains in the distance covered in snow that never melts, and the lush green waves of grass in summer now reduced to bare patches.

Wanyan Jue sat alone on the barren hill.

This is the closest place to the moon.

In the distance, there was a lively bonfire party, the fire crackling and burning brightly. They were no longer as afraid of the winter cold as before.

This year, the potatoes on the grasslands have yielded a bumper harvest, so Xiling no longer has to worry about having no food during the cold winter.

His people sang and danced around the warm campfire, their faces beaming with contentment and joy, but he himself could not share in that happiness.

Alone in this corner, I have only the cold moonlight for company.

One person, one month, one drink.

That's enough.

The people of the grasslands are known for their generosity; even their liquor is strong.

But even the strongest liquor can't warm a cold heart.

His heart had already left with that person.

He drank two jars of liquor by himself, trying to get himself drunk.

When he's drunk, he can meet his beloved in his dreams.

Tonight, this place is not the domain of Xiling's king, but of Wanyan Jue.

Le'an once said that looking at the same bright moon is a kind of reunion.

So where is he now?

Oh, so the moon has already set.

The lone wolf of the grassland also lost his pearl.

In a hazy, drunken stupor, Wanyan Jue lay on his back on the hill, gazing at the misty moonlight.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky seemed so close, as if you could reach out and touch it.

But when you reach out and touch it, you realize it's all an illusion.

Just like him now,

I can't hold on to it, yet I can't let it go.

Now, the border between Daxuan and Xiling has been stable for a long time.

Even grasslands unsuitable for growing crops welcome their most precious treasures in the spring.

The potatoes were sent by Gu Yao via express courier, and the cultivation method was also given to Xiling.

The people of Xiling no longer need to worry about going hungry in winter.

There is no need to wage war in order to plunder food.

The people live and work in peace and contentment.

They achieved their initial grand ambition.

But no one shared this joy with him.

That person truly arranged everything for his own funeral, without considering anything for himself.

When Wanyan Jue received the thin piece of paper handed to him by Xi Yunzhou, he felt a deep sadness in his heart.

But he is the king of Xiling, and cannot afford to lose his composure at such an important moment in the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

Holding that light piece of paper in his hands, he would think of that letter that could be called a farewell.

It is just as light, yet weighs over a thousand pounds.

One is a farewell to death, the other is the rebirth of Xiling.

He didn't want to recall how he felt when he saw that dagger.

What "the young master has passed away"?

What "please accept my condolences"?

He didn't believe a single word of it.

Before leaving Da Xuan, Mingming had promised to drink with him under the sun and moon, and he was planning to bring him the best wine from the grasslands when he went to the capital next year.

I imagined them drinking together under the moon, getting drunk under the osmanthus tree in the Prime Minister's residence.

The bright moon hangs high above my head, and my beloved is by my side.

Romantic moments under the moon and flowers are among life's finest experiences.

How could he have passed away?

But the familiar handwriting on the letter left him no choice but to believe it.

Every word, every sentence, was like a knife, tearing away piece after piece from his heart.

The intense pain in his heart clearly told him that Gu Yao was gone for good.

never come back.

He no longer remembered how he hurriedly arranged things for Xiling and then went to the capital alone.

All for that hopeless outcome.

Actually, all he was really thinking was that it would be good to go and see Le'an.

Will he be sad if he's all alone?

The hazy moonlight reflecting off the distant snow created an inexplicable chill.

Just like that night under the moon, drinking alone in front of the grave, it was just as cold.

He kept his promise after all.

Regardless of life or death, Le An was unwilling to break her promise.

Then he will fulfill their agreement.

The promise to drink together under the sun and moon can be considered a fulfillment of that promise.

Under the moonlit bamboo shadows, a person and a grave—how can this not be considered drinking together?

But tonight's wine is a bit too intoxicating.

In the years that followed, Wanyan Jue would sometimes feel a sense of unease, wondering if such a person had truly appeared in his life.

Such a person, so pure and serene, truly seems otherworldly.

But every autumn, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms can be smelled in the border markets.

Just as intoxicating as the osmanthus cake from that day.

It felt like falling into a dream.

He then knew that the gifts from the gods had indeed come to earth.

He had vowed in his heart that if that person betrayed Le'an, he would personally bring this pearl back to Xiling.

But he arrived too late.

He regretted it for the rest of his life.

If he had made his feelings clear earlier, would he have been able to stop Le'an from going too far?

No more doing things like moths to a flame, courting their own destruction.

But he already had a decision on this matter in his mind.

Le'an is a stubborn person.

Single-minded and persistent.

Don't hit the wall and don't look back.

He gave away his one and only true heart, and even if that person didn't want it anymore, or if it was broken, he would never take it back.

Wanyan Jue was ultimately a step too late.

Everything in this world is full of unexpected twists and turns, and fate plays tricks on us.

Wanyan Jue later met many people who liked to wear white, but none of them could compare to him.

He once said he liked fresh snow because it foretells a bountiful harvest.

Every time the first snow falls, Wanyan Jue reaches out to catch the fluttering snowflakes, always imagining that person standing in the snow.

That must be an absolute beauty he'd never seen before.

Apart from you, adorned in triple layers of snow, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white?

He had seen a handful of fresh snow on the summit of a snow-capped mountain, pure and white.

For the rest of his life, he would never find that handful of fresh snow again.

Later, it was said that the Emperor of the Great Xuan Dynasty never married and chose a member of the imperial clan to be his crown prince.

Wanyan Jue merely scoffed when he heard this.

If someone only acts like this after they've died, who are they trying to impress?

He never entered the capital again in his entire life.

He was a lazy person by nature, and he had been in this position for so many years simply because he didn't want to let down the people of Xiling. Now it was time to hand over this responsibility to the younger generation.

He chose the eldest son of his second elder brother.

That child is intelligent, quick-witted, kind-hearted, decisive, shrewd, and resourceful—a suitable candidate for a position of power.

He's been the King of Xiling for over twenty years; that's really enough.

He still preferred to travel the world.

He still chose to head south.

Perhaps it was fate, but he saved a boy from the bandits.

At eighteen, one is in the prime of life.

Just like Le'an back then.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the boy's features were remarkably similar to Le'an's.

The boy kept begging me to be his master and teach him martial arts.

He was chattering away, full of energy, and despite what had happened, there wasn't a trace of gloom on his face.

It's clear that she has been well protected by her family.

This time, I wanted to travel, so I secretly ran away from home, which is why I encountered the robbers.

Although Wanyan Jue was quite indulgent towards the young man, he did not agree, after all, he still had to go to Tongzhou and had no intention of settling down for the time being.

After taking the boy home, a couple rushed out and checked him over to make sure he was unharmed. They then turned around and thanked Wanyan Jue.

Although so many years have passed, Wanyan Jue recognized Gu Cheng at a glance.

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, and instantly understood the key point.

It turns out that the person deceived the whole world and protected everyone in the Gu family.

Except... himself.

Gu Le'an, you really prepared a way out for everyone, but you drove yourself to a dead end.

Wanyan Jue still felt bitter, but his eyes held a sense of relief as he looked at the boy.

It turns out he is Le'an's nephew; no wonder they look so alike.

Gu Cheng probably didn't want the young man to enter the imperial court again.

His younger brother perished in the cannibalistic capital, and he was unwilling to let his son face the same danger.

In that instant, Wanyan Jue changed his mind.

He wanted to stay in the Gu family to teach the teenagers.

He wanted to watch the boy grow up.

Watching him finish the rest of Le'an's life that he hadn't yet lived.

He wanted to see him live a happy life.

Gu Cheng was also taken aback when he saw Wan Yanjue, but he didn't say anything.

He agreed when Wanyan Jue wanted to stay in the mansion to teach his children.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, their understanding unspoken.

They are now just strangers who met by chance.

From then on, the Gu family in Jiangnan had one more teacher, who was dedicated to teaching the young master of the Gu family martial arts.

No one knew where he came from, or what his name was; everyone simply called him Mr. Yan.

For the next ten years or so, he accompanied the boy as he grew up, imparting all his knowledge to him, watching him marry, have children, and live a happy life before finally passing away peacefully in Gujia.

The young master, now a young man, entered the capital late one night and buried his master next to his uncle.

This meticulous teaching over the past decade or so is the only reward Wanyan Jue has asked for.

His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gu Cheng, are buried on the other side.

The young man looked at the somewhat desolate gravesite, sighed softly, and didn't linger any longer.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times to bid farewell to his elders.

Fallen leaves always return to their roots.

Even after he passes away, he wants to be with his family.