Chapter 1682: Chapter 1675: Have to Wait for Twelve Years

"The sphere... is not completely shattered, it... it can still survive."

The little girl trembled, her voice weak and fragile.

Rong Sheng let out a sigh of relief. She and Ah Hong helped Chu Yifeng up. Originally, Ah Hong intended to carry Chu Yifeng to bed, but Rong Sheng insisted on doing it herself.

She hoisted Chu Yifeng onto her back. His towering figure seemed as though it could crush her at any moment.

Watching her struggle to carry Chu Yifeng to the bed, Ah Hong stood frozen.

Scenes of Chu Yifeng’s earlier remarks replayed in his mind.

Chu Yifeng used to love tormenting Rong Sheng. The more uncomfortable he made Rong Sheng, the happier he felt. And in his joy, he would hum and reminisce, "When I was young, my senior sister always carried me back!

She was so tiny, yet she always insisted on showing off. Every time, I deliberately pressed myself against her, sometimes even jumping onto her back!

But thankfully, she never once dropped me."

Rong Sheng might appear fragile, but nothing could easily defeat her.

Chu Yifeng slept for an entire day and night, and when he woke, his body was still aching and weak.

But this time, he felt as though his sleep had been inexplicably beautiful, like a dream. When he woke, someone was beside him—his most beloved senior sister.

"Hey, why did you sleep by Your Highness’s side?" Chu Yifeng teased, poking her nose to wake her.

Seeing the dark circles under Rong Sheng’s eyes, he guessed she hadn’t been sleeping well recently.

Teasing her! What fun.

Rong Sheng frowned in displeasure, but the moment she saw Chu Yifeng awake, she let out a breath of relief. "You’re awake."

"Get off! Your Highness’s bed isn’t just for any woman to occupy." Chu Yifeng flipped his behavior instantly upon waking, paying no mind to whether she had undressed or not.

Rong Sheng remained calmly lying in bed. "I won’t."

"How dare you?" Chu Yifeng’s demeanor was arrogant and dominating.

Truthfully, his insides were blooming with joy. He hadn’t felt this happy in thirty years!

But he had to keep acting; he just had to!

"I’m your wife now." Rong Sheng raised her left hand, resting it beneath her head. Her expression was composed, her gaze steady and unflinching.

Chu Yifeng couldn’t keep up the act anymore.

With a sudden motion, he flipped over and kissed her, doing what he had long dreamt of.

This time, it was unrestrained and passionate—a moment when, for the first time, he knew what pure joy felt like.

He couldn’t describe it—the euphoria in his heart reached its peak the instant Rong Sheng stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

Silhouettes intertwined behind the silk drapes, their love tender and intoxicating.

All the gentleness and shyness he had never experienced before, she witnessed clearly and completely.

Though he had years of experience, this time he felt like a boy experiencing love for the first time, pouring his every skill and effort into pleasing the woman he adored.

Thankfully, he succeeded.

These few days of blissful newlywed life might have been the happiest moments in Chu Yifeng’s entire life. His carefree elation even surprised Chu Yihan.

As for why Chu Yihan knew...

Chu Yifeng had been deliberately writing daily letters, sending them via Silver Moon Pavilion, urging Chu Yihan to read them and even to learn from them—about romantic matters.

Chu Yihan couldn’t care less.

Yet Chu Yifeng enthusiastically boasted to him, even clutching Rong Sheng’s waist when greeting others just to introduce her again and again: "This is Your Highness’s wife."

Every day in the palace, Chu Heng had to watch Chu Yifeng showcase his marital bliss. At one point, unable to suppress his frustration, he held his head and sighed, "Uncle, I’m still a child."

Can’t you bother someone else or change locations?

If Father were to find out, he might beat him up!

Chu Yifeng stepped forward and patted his head. "Be good. Remember to take care of your sister."

"Of course!" Chu Heng looked up at him.

Watching his uncle leave arm-in-arm with Rong Sheng Auntie, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his uncle’s posture...

Seemed a bit strange.

Why did he look like he could barely stand?

Chu Yifeng held himself together until he made it back to the Eighth Prince’s Mansion. Once off the carriage, he collapsed into Rong Sheng’s arms.

Rong Sheng caught him and hoisted him onto her back, carrying him back to their newlywed chamber.

Inside, the room still brimmed with the joyous atmosphere of their wedding day, everything identical to that day.

Chu Yifeng lay on Rong Sheng’s lap, his face pale, even breathing becoming a strenuous effort. "Senior sister..."

"Don’t be afraid."

Rong Sheng gripped his hand, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady herself. "You’ll be fine; the Witch Doctor’s successor is here."

"That little girl..."

Chu Yifeng chuckled weakly. "She’s even younger than Xi’er. What could she possibly do?"

"She said you wouldn’t die!" Rong Sheng bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don’t cry; it hurts my heart to see you cry."

Chu Yifeng struggled to lift his hand, wiping the tears from the corner of her eye. "These past few days, though brief, have made Your Highness’s entire life worthwhile."

He knew the senior sister he loved deeply loved him back just as fiercely.

And all the love and hate, the grudges and grievances of their past, had been erased.

She gave herself willingly to him as his wife, enduring his unruly antics, allowing his doting, and filled their days with joy alongside their daughter.

Wasn’t this what he had long dreamed of?

"Ah Feng, fight through this, don’t leave me, please?"

With every word Rong Sheng uttered, a tear would fall.

She had seen countless partings between life and death. Death was already a familiar presence, something she confronted calmly.

But Chu Yifeng’s death...

No!

She couldn’t accept it!

Rong Sheng clung to him, her voice breaking as she murmured, "Don’t leave me—I love you. I can’t bear to lose you."

"Senior sister, I wish..."

If I ever awaken again, I will cherish and love you dearly.

I wish, if I were born a noble prince, to treat you with the royal family’s highest honor.

If I had never met you...

This life would not have been worth it!

But I did meet you, which means this life—no matter how stained with filth, bloodshed, or madness...

It was worth it.

Chu Yifeng loves you.

"No!!!"

"Ah——"

Rong Sheng’s heart-wrenching cries echoed across the skies of the Eighth Prince’s Mansion.

"Ah Feng, don’t leave me! I won’t allow it!"

Rong Sheng held him, her gaze stubborn and unyielding.

Chu Xi brought in the little girl. Her name was Ah Wu. Innocence filled her eyes as she looked at Chu Yifeng and Rong Sheng. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel pity.

"My grandpa said, if you can wait for twelve years, the glass sphere will recover on its own, and he’ll wake up again."

Ah Wu spoke as such.

She dripped a drop of blood, and the fragments of the glass sphere began to mend slightly.

"Twelve years?" Rong Sheng asked, puzzled.

Ah Wu nodded innocently. "Yes, twelve years—a very, very long time..."

But her grandfather had said that as long as they waited this long, there would be hope. "Otherwise..."

"No! I’ll wait!"

Rong Sheng placed Chu Yifeng beside her, holding his hand reverently. "No matter how many years, I will wait. I’ll wait for you to wake up."

The news of Chu Yifeng’s collapse spread quickly throughout Jiang Du City and even across the entire jianghu.

The rivals in Silver Moon Pavilion stirred restlessly, while the people of Silver Moon Pavilion and the underworld market grew increasingly uneasy.

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