Chapter 90: Jun Moli’s Confession (Please Subscribe, Support, and Vote)

Chapter 090: Jun Moli’s Confession (Please Subscribe, Support, and Vote)

That night, Lu Xueqing took abortion medicine, losing nearly half her life force. On top of that, An Ran had secretly infected her with the smallpox virus. She felt as if her bones had been stripped away, her entire being drained of vitality. She had been hiding in her room for half a month, not stepping outside even once.

Tomorrow was the day of the selection, and after decades, it would also mark the first official visit of the Emperor of Ye Yue Kingdom to Xianyue for friendly diplomatic relations. October 25th would be a day marked heavily in the annals of history, both in Xianyue and Ye Yue.

Lu Anrong and Qin Ruoyang had stationed troops at the abandoned General’s Mansion, hoping to catch whoever was masquerading as a spirit. Unfortunately, officials from the Ministry of Justice repeatedly scared off groups, yet the eerie cries continued nightly. Yet tonight, An Ran stood once more in the attic but heard no sound at all. Had it gone away?

“Who’s there?”

Suddenly, An Ran heard a voice. As she turned around, someone was already standing behind her. The tall, slender figure before her did not startle her—only a slight surprise. Wasn’t he supposed to arrive tomorrow?

“Ranran!”

Yu Jinglan spoke softly, but beneath his calm tone was a surge of emotion. In the months she had been gone, he had lost his appetite and slept poorly. Now that she stood before him, his heart finally found a bit of peace.

“Aren’t you supposed to enter the Moon City tomorrow with Zhan Lun, the Minister of Rites from Xianyue?” An Ran’s stern expression softened immediately upon seeing Yu Jinglan. Her face remained calm, showing no trace of excitement or joy. Her words were not a question but a statement—he was indeed scheduled to enter the city tomorrow, greeted by the officials of Xianyue.

Yu Jinglan was the newly crowned Emperor of Ye Yue Kingdom. Three years earlier, when Emperor Yu Qingtian fell gravely ill, Crown Prince Yu Jinglan took over governance, assisted by the Prime Minister and ministers of the six departments. With the people’s support, it was less of a regency and more that he already held true power, lacking only the imperial title.

Hearing An Ran’s words, a trace of disappointment flickered in Yu Jinglan’s heart. After a moment of silence, he smiled faintly and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

His words bore no grandiose rhetoric or sweet nothings—simply an honest expression of his heart. He missed her.

The main forces of Xianyue and Ye Yue were camped thirty miles outside the city, preparing to march in at dawn and arrive by midday. But upon learning An Ran was already in Moon City, Yu Jinglan had ordered his men to quicken their pace, hastening toward the city. He had expected to enter today, yet Zhan Lun had insisted that Jun Dingyue had arranged the strongest welcoming formation for this friendly alliance, and so they rested tonight thirty miles from the city outskirts.

But Yu Jinglan could not contain himself. Faking sleep, he stole a swift horse during a guard’s lapse and galloped without rest, desperate to see her, to soothe his longing. Yet she remained... indifferent.

“You’re now the Emperor of Ye Yue. Every step you take must consider your subjects. You shouldn’t be here tonight. If the people of Xianyue discover that you’ve left camp, it will jeopardize your hard-won diplomatic mission. Go back!” An Ran ignored Yu Jinglan’s words, filtering them out as she coldly evaluated the pros and cons. As Emperor, he needed to think of his people. He should have no attachments, no desires.

“Ranran, I never came here earnestly for an alliance. I only want to take you back with me!” Yu Jinglan lost control for a moment. Why, after all these years, was the girl he adored so indifferent? “Will you come back with me? My position as your emperor’s consort awaits you.”

For her, he had not taken a single consort in twenty-two years. The Crown Prince’s residence had no women at all. After ascending the throne, pressured by officials’ factions, he was forced to accept four consorts brought by ministers, but the Empress’s seat was reserved for her, until the day she was willing to marry him and enter the palace.

An Ran quietly withdrew her hand from Yu Jinglan’s grasp, her calm eyes meeting his. “Then all the more you shouldn’t have come. You just ascended and left Ye City. The court’s affairs are beyond your control!”

Her heart belonged to no one. In this life, she only sought to drag Lu Anrong and Leng Yiyun, those despicable people, into hell, never to rise again. She did not need anyone’s love—could not accept it, nor repay it. Perhaps on the path of revenge, she would perish alongside them.

Yu Jinglan could not bear her coldness and distance. Though he had watched her grow, accustomed to her aloof nature, he still could not accept it. He loved her madly—how could she ignore him? He had always been by her side!

“Ranran, come back with me! No matter your hatred here, together we can rule the vast lands of Ye Yue, crush Xianyue, and make it happen soon! Then, whoever your enemy is, I will tear him apart and hang his pieces at the city gates for three days as a warning!”

His men had reported everything An Ran had done recently in Moon City. He managed to command Ye Yue’s ministers, balancing factions and pacifying them to work for him—proof of his abilities. An Ran’s sudden departure to Xianyue, coupled with events there, made it clear she was here for vengeance. What puzzled him was why she had enemies in Xianyue.

“Ranran, will you come?” Yu Jinglan gently embraced her, his deep, seductive voice whispering in her ear.

An Ran listened silently, her heart unmoved. Her personal vendetta need not entangle two nations in enmity, nor sacrifice innocent lives. She was cruel to the Prime Minister’s household, but they deserved their fate.

“Go back. I will handle my affairs myself.”

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