EBE Chapter 120 The Emperor's White Moonlight 2
Chapter 120 The Emperor's White Moonlight 2
Lingjiu, the host of this birthday banquet, sat at a magnificent table, her maids standing respectfully beside her, carefully serving her. Lingjiu peacefully enjoyed everything that belonged to her, elegant and calm.
This was also the first time Ji Heng had witnessed such a scene. His eyes were fixed on Lingjiu. Lingjiu exuded an innate noble aura in her every move. She sat there quietly, yet it seemed as if the whole world revolved around her.
Ji Heng secretly sighed in his heart, this soft and cute dumpling really deserves to be pampered like this. She is like the most precious treasure in the world, worthy of everyone's care and protection.
Ji Heng set off on his journey home three days after his birthday party. Ye Xian felt extremely reluctant to let him go, but she knew there was nothing she could do. After all, Ji Heng had his own mission and responsibilities.
Before leaving, Ji Heng came to Lingjiu, his eyes full of anticipation. He whispered to Lingjiu, "Jiuer, I'll come over for your next birthday party. By then, I'll definitely prepare the best gift for you." He still couldn't bear to leave this lovely sister.
After hearing this, Lingjiu's eyes sparkled with joy and she nodded vigorously: "Brother Ji Heng, I'll wait for you!" The crisp voice was pleasant to the ears.
After saying goodbye to Ji Heng, Lingjiu's life gradually returned to normal. Every day, she would immerse herself in books, play the zither, or paint. The Queen didn't ask much of her; they could always support her. These were all things Lingjiu wanted to learn, simply to pass the time and enrich her life.
Lingjiu met Ji Heng again at her tenth birthday party.
Five years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. When Ji Heng came into view, Ling Jiu keenly noticed that he had become much more reserved than he was five years ago. The once sunny and cheerful boy now had a more calm and reserved demeanor.
The moment he saw Lingjiu, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but after the surprise, he became more reserved. He spoke softly, with a hint of caution in his voice: "Jiu'er, do you still remember me? I am Ji Heng."
Lingjiu nodded slightly, but a hint of fake anger flashed in his clear eyes: "I remember that you broke the appointment."
When Ji Heng heard that she still remembered him, a smile appeared on his face again. The smile seemed warm and bright, but it was a bit disguised: "Sister Jiuer, it's my fault. I apologize to you, okay? I prepared this for you." He took out an exquisite box as he spoke.
Lingjiu took the box and gently opened it. Inside lay two little figures carved from wood. She examined them carefully and soon saw the faces of the two little figures clearly. It was clearly her and him.
Lingjiu took out the little figure that represented himself and said dissatisfiedly, "Is this me? My face is not that round!"
Looking at her cute appearance, Ji Heng couldn't help but touch her head and said, "This is you five years ago. You were like a little dumpling at that time, with a round face and very cute."
After hearing this, Lingjiu put the figurine back on and covered it, raising her chin slightly: "Since you are so attentive, I will forgive you!" Ji Heng's smile was more gentle: "Thank you, sister Jiuer."
Lingjiu really didn't want to see him trying to smile even though he was clearly sad. She turned around, took a piece of osmanthus cake from the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth without saying anything. "Brother, you don't have to force yourself to smile in front of Jiuer."
Ji Heng's body froze suddenly, and the sweet taste in his mouth instantly spread. At that moment, the sadness in his heart seemed to be touched by this small sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and he couldn't help but buried his head and cried. "Jiu'er, brother will no longer have a mother."
Lingjiu looked at his sad face, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Brother, you still have Jiuer, Jiuer will always be here."
After a long time, Ji Heng wiped away his tears and slowly raised his head: "Jiuer, thank you."
Lingjiu handed him a whole plate of osmanthus cake and said seriously: "Brother, eat something sweet, then you won't feel the bitterness."
Ji Heng looked at the kind and lovely little girl in front of him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He actually ate the whole plate of osmanthus cake, as if he wanted to keep this warmth and sweetness in his heart forever.
That night, Ye Xian cried for a long time in her bedroom. She cried for her deceased sisters, and for the poor Ji Heng, who was only thirteen years old. How would he face those wolves and tigers alone in the future? Ling Zheng was beside her, gently holding Ye Xian's hand. He silently provided her with comfort.
After his birthday, Lingjiu never saw Ji Heng again in the next few years. She could only check on his condition through the light screen. After his mother died, his life became difficult. There were many favored princes in the palace, and they began to fight secretly, making plans for the throne. He went from wanting to survive to being forced to join the fight. Ye Xian was worried that Ji Heng would be in danger, so she asked Lingzheng for many powerful secret guards to protect him secretly.
Lingjiu watched Ji Heng grow up little by little on the screen. He had been injured, he had killed people, he had drunk alone until dawn, and he had also been ready to face new attacks the next day.
On the day when Lingjiu turned fifteen and came of age, she felt Ji Heng's presence, but no matter where she looked, she could not find his figure.
In order to witness her important coming-of-age ceremony with his own eyes, Ji Heng encountered one thrilling assassination after another along the way.
He couldn't possibly appear before her covered in wounds. With the help of Ling Yizhi and Ling Chengyu, he hid in a secluded spot, silently gazing at her. He watched her, under the gaze of the crowd, solemnly putting on her hairpin and crown, donning her magnificent gown, and methodically carrying out each step of the coming-of-age ceremony. That graceful figure, that calm demeanor. His gaze followed her closely, unwilling to leave her until the ceremony was successfully concluded.
Only at this moment did she truly feel that his Jiu'er had grown up. There was a little more cuteness and charm between her eyebrows and eyes, but she was still as dazzling as before. Ji Heng looked in her direction and whispered, "May you live thousands of years, and may spring come to you every year." The gentle words floated lightly in the air.
"Thank you."
In the three years that followed, Lingjiu was like a silent witness, watching Ji Heng painstakingly remove the numerous obstacles on his path forward. It was a journey filled with blood and gore.
On his path to the throne, Ji Heng's hands were stained with too much blood. The battles and bloodshed of the past, like heavy shackles, tightly bound his soul. Gradually, he became moody and erratic. The once gentle and reserved young man seemed to have been worn down by time and political intrigue, completely losing his original self.
Nighttime was often his most agonizing time. Darkness enveloped the palace, the silence suffocating. He lay in bed, often unable to sleep. Past images resurfaced in his mind: those bloody scenes and the complex human nature, haunting him like a shadow, leaving him no peace. In this endless darkness, he alone bore the heavy burden of power.