Category: Bloodthirsty Countess’s Overbearing Love

Chapter 45

Unable to solve the mystery of Mark’s demonic aura, Li Xinjun and Song Ling decided to set it aside for now and enjoy their time together. With General Henry’s help, they purchased a modest house nearby. Although Henry had insisted they stay at his castle, they didn’t want to impose on his hospitality, so they asked him to help them find a small house of their own.

Fortunately, Li Xinjun had brought a considerable amount of gold with her, making them quite wealthy in this new land. They could live comfortably without having to work. However, Li Xinjun, not wanting to deplete their savings, purchased a small plot of farmland outside their house. She and Song Ling worked the land together, their days filled with purpose and contentment.

They went to their field every morning, their hearts filled with pride as they watched the once barren land transform into a lush field of wheatgrass, the result of their hard work.

“Jun’er, come have some water.”

“Okay, I’m coming!”

Li Xinjun ran over to Song Ling and took the water pouch she offered, taking a long drink. The cool water was refreshing. They had grown accustomed to this simple life, their bond deepening with each passing day.

Li Xinjun’s skin had tanned from working under the sun, but it only enhanced her handsome features, giving her a healthy glow. Song Ling, spared from the sun’s harsh rays, remained fair-skinned. She was responsible for their meals, delivering food and water to Li Xinjun in the fields. Her culinary skills had improved significantly, and she could now effortlessly prepare a three-course meal with soup.

However, their idyllic life was disrupted by an unexpected rainy season. It rained relentlessly every day, flooding their fields and destroying most of their crops. The region relied heavily on agriculture and hunting for sustenance. They only occasionally traveled to the distant market to purchase additional supplies.

With their crops destroyed and hunting impossible in the heavy rain, their food supply dwindled. The last of their fresh produce had been consumed days ago. Song Ling, concerned, informed Li Xinjun of their situation. She knew they couldn’t continue like this and decided to brave the rain and travel to the market in the city.

Song Ling insisted on accompanying Li Xinjun, but Li Xinjun refused. The dirt roads, already treacherous, had turned into a muddy mess due to the relentless rain. Traveling by carriage would be slow and difficult. Riding horses would be faster.

However, riding together on one horse would be impractical. It would slow them down, and they wouldn’t be able to carry back as many supplies.

Unable to persuade Li Xinjun, Song Ling watched as she rode off alone. Li Xinjun, urging her horse forward, raced towards the city, eager to return with supplies. However, the muddy roads slowed her progress.

By the time she reached the city, it was past noon. She braved the rain and purchased a large quantity of supplies, securing them to her horse’s back. Once her horse was laden with as much as it could carry, she mounted and rode back towards home.

She had been riding in the rain since morning, and by the time she reached home, it was already evening. The cold rain and wind had taken their toll, and she was starting to sneeze. Song Ling immediately had her change into dry clothes and sit by the fire to warm up. However, the next morning, Li Xinjun woke up with a cold.

It wasn’t serious, but the persistent rain and the dampness in the house, coupled with the lack of medicinal herbs, hindered her recovery.

Song Ling could only make ginger tea to soothe her symptoms and bundle her up in warm clothes. Fortunately, Li Xinjun’s inner energy cultivation provided some protection, preventing the cold from worsening. However, her fever persisted.

Seeing that the weather had finally cleared up, Song Ling, ignoring Li Xinjun’s protests, rode back to the city. She urged her horse forward, reaching the city quickly. Unlike in the Qing Dynasty, her medical skills were useless here. She couldn’t find any Chinese medicinal herbs. She could only seek out a local physician, hoping they would make a house call to treat Li Xinjun.

However, her request was denied. Many people were sick during this season, and the physician was too busy to make house calls. Not wanting to risk Li Xinjun getting sicker by traveling to the city, Song Ling purchased some local fever medicine and returned home.

As she was riding back, it started to drizzle again. She continued on, her horse splashing through the mud. She came to a halt, finding a carriage stuck in the middle of the road, its wheels sunk deep in the mud. Unable to pass, she dismounted to help.

She saw a couple standing in front of the carriage, trying to urge their horse forward, but the wheels were stuck fast.

“Hello, do you need help? I can push from behind.”

“We’re so sorry for blocking your way. Our carriage is stuck.”

“Sister, why is your hair black?”

A little girl inside the carriage, her eyes wide with curiosity, looked at Song Ling’s long, black hair.

“Because I’m from the East. Be a good girl and stay inside the carriage. I’ll help push.”

“Okay, thank you, sister. You’re so kind.”

Song Ling went behind the carriage and pushed, trying to move it forward. However, the road was too muddy, and the wheels were sunk too deep. She managed to move it slightly, but it slid back into its original position.

Meanwhile, Li Xinjun, sleeping at home, had a dream. She was back in the Qing Dynasty, although she didn’t know the exact location. The scenery, however, was unmistakably Chinese.

She walked along a path and came to a temple. She pushed open the doors and saw an Abbess meditating inside. The Abbess turned to face her. It was Abbess Jingping.

“Jun’er, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Abbess Jingping, what are you doing here? Where are we? How did I get here?”

“This is your dream. I brought you here. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, Abbess?”

“Do you remember what I told you about Ling’er’s tribulation?”

“Yes, Abbess.”

“I observed the stars last night and saw that her tribulation is approaching. It will likely occur within the next few days. Jun’er, you must stay by Ling’er’s side, understand? If she can survive until the next full moon, she will be safe.”

“But what can I do to protect her?”

“You are her destined soulmate. As long as you stay by her side, I believe everything will be alright. Remember, never leave her side.”

Li Xinjun woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that it filled her with unease. She got out of bed and looked out the window. It was already evening, and Song Ling still hadn’t returned. Remembering the dream, her anxiety grew.

The rain was getting heavier. Unable to bear the worry any longer, she decided to go out and find Song Ling. Since Song Ling had taken the horse, she could only walk, holding an umbrella to shield herself from the rain.

She trudged through the mud, her heart pounding with a sense of foreboding. She didn’t care if she was overreacting. She just wanted to see Song Ling. She was still weak from her cold, but she gritted her teeth and continued on.

In the distance, she saw a couple struggling to pull their carriage out of the mud. She thought she saw a figure resembling Song Ling behind the carriage. She quickened her pace, and as she got closer, she realized that it was indeed Song Ling. Relief washed over her.

A smile spread across her face as she waved to Song Ling and called out her name. “Sister Ling! Sister Ling!” Song Ling, hearing Li Xinjun’s voice, looked up and saw her waving in the distance. A mix of emotions surged within her: joy at seeing Li Xinjun, worry for her well-being, and anger that she had ventured out in the rain, despite being sick.

Chapter 44

Even with her martial arts training, Li Xinjun was no match for Song Ling’s passionate embrace. It was her first time, and she slept soundly until evening. When dinnertime arrived, Song Ling tried to wake her, but Li Xinjun remained unresponsive, simply rolling over and continuing to sleep.

Seeing Li Xinjun’s exhaustion, Song Ling didn’t have the heart to wake her and left her to rest. She went down to the dining hall to have dinner with Mark and General Henry. Noticing Li Xinjun’s absence, Henry inquired,

“Where is Miss Li?”

“Um… she’s exhausted and still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her.”

Henry, hearing Song Ling’s flustered explanation, didn’t think much of it. They had a pleasant dinner, during which Song Ling, who had forgotten about Mark’s strange aura, once again detected the faint demonic scent emanating from him. She couldn’t understand why he carried this familiar aura.

She observed him throughout the meal, her attention diverted from the delicious food. Mark, oblivious to her scrutiny, chatted with General Henry. After dinner, they retired to their respective rooms.

Song Ling returned to her room and found Li Xinjun still asleep. She sat down beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She couldn’t resist reaching out and caressing Li Xinjun’s face. How many times had she sat here, fantasizing about sharing intimate moments with Li Xinjun? Now, her fantasy had become reality.

Li Xinjun slept soundly throughout the night, finally waking up the next morning. Song Ling had held her close all night, relishing the feeling of being reunited with her beloved. She couldn’t remember the last time they had slept together like this. She felt a profound sense of happiness and wished this moment could last forever.

Before dawn, Li Xinjun finally stirred. She looked at Song Ling, who was still asleep, and then tried to get out of bed to wash up. She blushed, realizing that she was naked, her body covered in marks from Song Ling’s passionate embrace. She saw the bloodstains on the sheets and felt a surge of emotion.

She carefully got out of bed and put on her clothes, but no matter how she adjusted them, she couldn’t conceal the hickeys on her neck. She rummaged through Song Ling’s wardrobe, looking for a scarf to cover them. She found one and wrapped it around her neck, ensuring that the marks were hidden before going to wash up.

When she returned to the room, she found Song Ling stirring. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Song Ling, pinning her down playfully, waiting for her to wake up. Song Ling opened her eyes to find Li Xinjun grinning down at her. She smiled back, her heart filled with love.

“You’re awake, my love? Good morning.”

“You’re going to pay for what you did to me last night!”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” Song Ling reached up and kissed Li Xinjun’s lips.

“No! I want to do the same to you!”

“Hahaha, no way! You’re my wife now, my woman. You have to obey me.”

“Oh? Is that how it works? Then I have to take charge!”

Li Xinjun, without hesitation, leaned down and began to shower Song Ling with kisses, mimicking her actions from the previous night. Song Ling, surprised by Li Xinjun’s boldness, didn’t resist, though she was taken aback by her sudden assertiveness. She was helpless against Li Xinjun’s advances.

However, Li Xinjun wasn’t done. She was young and full of energy. The previous night, she had been exhausted from the long journey, which was why she had passed out.

Today, well-rested and energized, she was a different person, especially since she was now the one in control. She relentlessly teased and pleasured Song Ling, leaving her weak and breathless. She then, mimicking Song Ling’s actions, marked every inch of Song Ling’s body with her own kisses, though she was more considerate, avoiding her neck, sparing Song Ling from having to wear a scarf.

Song Ling, although young and energetic herself, was overwhelmed by Li Xinjun’s passionate assault. She realized that her beloved was vengeful and wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate tenfold. She vowed to never offend Li Xinjun again. The saying “once bitten, twice shy” perfectly described her current state of mind.

After hours of relentless teasing, Li Xinjun finally stopped around noon, leaving Song Ling exhausted and ready to collapse. Li Xinjun, satisfied, left the room to find something to eat. She encountered General Henry and Mark having lunch. Henry, noticing that Li Xinjun was alone and wearing a scarf, understood why the two women had been taking turns disappearing for the past two days.

He discreetly avoided mentioning the matter and simply invited Li Xinjun to join them for lunch. Mark informed Li Xinjun that he would be leaving after the meal. Li Xinjun, reluctant to see him go, asked for his contact information and address. Mark, despite the memories of his torment on the ship, couldn’t deny his fondness for this mischievous girl and gave her his address.

Li Xinjun carefully wrote down his address and then, after finishing their meal, joined Henry in seeing Mark off. Mark boarded the carriage, waved goodbye, and left the castle.

After Mark’s departure, Li Xinjun had a maid prepare a simple lunch for her to take to her room. She placed the tray on the table, climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside Song Ling. She tickled Song Ling’s nose with a strand of her hair. Song Ling, annoyed, swatted her hand away.

Seeing that Song Ling was still asleep, Li Xinjun continued to tease her with her hair. Finally, Song Ling woke up, glared at her, and bit her arm, causing Li Xinjun to yelp in pain.

“Ow! That hurts!”

“Hmph! That’s what you get for disturbing my sleep!”

“Don’t be angry! I just brought you lunch. I was afraid you’d be hungry.”

“I’m tired. I don’t want to get up. Can you feed me?”

“Of course! Here you go.”

Song Ling rarely acted so spoiled, and Li Xinjun, enjoying it immensely, jumped out of bed and retrieved a plate of bread and a glass of warm milk from the table. She offered the bread to Song Ling, who, too tired to sit up, took it and nibbled on a piece.

Li Xinjun then offered her the milk, but Song Ling refused to sit up. Li Xinjun, exasperated, took a sip of milk, held it in her mouth, and then transferred it to Song Ling’s mouth with a kiss.

Song Ling, enjoying Li Xinjun’s tender gesture, took another bite of bread and then, after swallowing, opened her mouth expectantly, signaling that she wanted more milk. Li Xinjun repeated the process, feeding her milk with kisses until the bread and milk were finished.

Li Xinjun cleared the dishes and then lay down beside Song Ling, who snuggled into her arms. Li Xinjun, unable to resist, kissed her forehead, her heart overflowing with love for this woman. They both felt like the luckiest women in the world. Li Xinjun pulled back slightly, cupped Song Ling’s face in her hand, and looked into her eyes, her voice soft and tender.

“Sister Ling, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They kissed again, their passion reignited. Li Xinjun then got out of bed and retrieved a clean set of clothes for Song Ling. Song Ling, exhausted, lay there, allowing Li Xinjun to dress her. Li Xinjun, indulging her, helped her put on her clothes and then carried her out of bed, encouraging her to go for a walk in the garden.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the garden. Although the scenery was unfamiliar, they felt safe and free to express their affection without fear of judgment.

“Sister Ling, do you regret coming to Britain with me?”

“No. I think it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. What about you, Jun’er? Do you regret leaving China for me?”

“No, I think it’s the best decision I’ve ever made too. At least here, we don’t have to deal with all those troublesome things. We can live a peaceful life together.”

“Jun’er, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. You spent a lot of time with Mark during the voyage. Did you notice anything strange about him?”

“Mark? Why do you ask?”

“Just answer my question.”

“He… He was a bit strange. He often disappeared for no reason. But other than that, he was a good person. He helped me a lot and even taught me English. I can speak it fluently now, thanks to him.”

“… Besides that, did you notice anything else strange? Like an unusual fondness for blood?”

“You suspect he’s a jiangshi?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve sensed a faint demonic aura from him several times, but it’s very weak. That’s why I’m asking.”

“But I never saw him drink blood during the entire voyage. If he’s a jiangshi, how can he survive without blood?”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty much. Unless he was drinking blood in secret, but I doubt it. I was with him almost all the time, except when he was using the latrine or sleeping.”

“That’s strange. I initially thought he might have been in contact with the jiangshi king, which is why he carried that aura. But you two were alone on the ship for three months. Why does he still have the jiangshi king’s aura? Don’t you find that odd?”

“Are you sure it’s the jiangshi king’s aura?”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s just weaker.”

Chapter 43

Mark, after painfully swallowing the raw chicken, emerged from his cabin to find Li Xinjun grinning mischievously, teasing him about being a sleepyhead. He wanted to grab another chicken from the kitchen and force-feed it to her, but he couldn’t.

Li Xinjun, oblivious to his suffering, chattered on about how they would have been delayed another day if she hadn’t woken him up. Mark cursed her silently. She was the one eager to reunite with her beloved. Why did he have to suffer? He wasn’t obligated to accompany her to General Henry’s residence!

Finally, after two agonizing days, they arrived at General Henry’s castle. Li Xinjun gazed in awe at the imposing structure, its grandeur rivaling that of the imperial palace in the Qing Dynasty. The castle was massive, with three stories and four towering turrets for observation, its presence both majestic and intimidating.

The coachman drove the carriage into the castle grounds and stopped. Li Xinjun and Mark disembarked and approached the main entrance. The guards, expecting their arrival, readily granted them entry after verifying their identities.

Li Xinjun followed Mark into the grand hall, admiring the interior. Although not as ornate as the imperial palace, it was still impressive, its high ceilings and spaciousness reflecting the owner’s noble status.

At the far end of the hall was a raised platform with two large wooden chairs, presumably belonging to the master of the castle. Li Xinjun waited excitedly for General Henry’s arrival.

She knew that Song Ling would be with him. She was about to be reunited with her beloved after months of separation. Since confessing their feelings, they had been forced apart, never having the chance to truly be together.

The doors to the grand hall swung open, and General Henry, dressed in his military uniform, entered, his bearing confident and charismatic. Li Xinjun and Mark stood up to greet him. Henry, noticing Li Xinjun’s eager expression, smiled and stepped aside, allowing Song Ling, who was wearing an elegant gown, to step forward.

Song Ling’s eyes welled up with tears as she saw Li Xinjun. The person she had longed for had crossed oceans to find her in this foreign land. In that moment, Li Xinjun seemed like a valiant prince from a fairytale, riding a steed into a dragon’s lair to rescue his beloved princess.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Song Ling ran towards Li Xinjun, ignoring Mark and Henry, and leaped into her arms. Fortunately, Li Xinjun’s martial arts training allowed her to catch Song Ling without falling. She held her close, her heart overflowing with joy.

“Jun’er!”

“Sister Ling! I finally found you!”

“We’ll never be apart again, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. We’ll never be apart again.”

Lost in the moment, they kissed passionately. Mark and Henry discreetly turned away, giving them privacy. Finally, Mark, unable to bear it any longer, cleared his throat, reminding them that they weren’t alone.

“Ahem.”

Li Xinjun and Song Ling, embarrassed, broke apart, but their hands remained clasped tightly. Li Xinjun bowed to Henry and Mark, Song Ling following suit.

“Thank you, General Henry and Mark, for making this reunion possible. I am eternally grateful.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway. Thank General Henry. You’ll be relying on him from now on.”

Mark was relieved to finally be rid of his troublesome companion. Henry, hearing his words, turned to him in surprise.

“Mark, you’re leaving so soon? Won’t you stay a few more days? I have plenty of rooms for you to stay comfortably.”

“No, thank you, General Henry. I appreciate your hospitality, but I want to visit my father’s ancestral home. I’ll come visit you again someday. Thank you for allowing me to sail back to my homeland on your ship.”

“Don’t mention it. It was my pleasure. If you need anything, Mark, please let me know. I’ll do my best to help.”

“Thank you, General Henry.”

“You must be tired from your journey. I’ve prepared rooms for you. Go and rest. Someone will call you for dinner.”

“Thank you, General Henry. We’ll go and rest now.”

Mark was escorted to his room by a maid, while Li Xinjun followed Song Ling to hers. Song Ling, her hand still clasped in Li Xinjun’s, led her through the castle, skipping with joy.

Li Xinjun admired the room. It had a large double bed with a canopy draped in a mosquito net. The mattress looked incredibly soft and fluffy.

Song Ling closed the door behind them and embraced Li Xinjun from behind. Li Xinjun laughed, leaning into her embrace. Song Ling turned her around, burying her face in Li Xinjun’s chest, and then gently pushed her onto the bed.

“Jun’er, I missed you so much.”

“Me too.”

“When I saw you being taken away, I was so afraid you wouldn’t be able to escape. I had already decided that if you didn’t return in two months, I would go back to the capital and rescue you myself.”

“I promised I would come for you.”

“Did he do anything to you?”

“He… He made me the Empress of the Great Qing.”

“What?!”

Song Ling’s jealousy flared. She tore at Li Xinjun’s clothes, ripping them off. Li Xinjun, surprised by Song Ling’s reaction, hadn’t expected her to be so jealous. She had just been teasing, trying to make her jealous, but it had backfired.

“Sister Ling, Sister Ling, calm down! Listen to me! He only made me Empress. He didn’t… um… do anything to me.”

Song Ling was in no mood to listen to explanations. She couldn’t bear the thought of Hongli touching Li Xinjun, even if it was against Li Xinjun’s will. She was determined to cover Li Xinjun’s body with her own marks, claiming her as hers.

Only then would her jealousy subside. She continued to explore Li Xinjun’s body, her kisses leaving a trail of fire. Li Xinjun, unable to resist her touch, responded with equal passion. The person she had longed for was now caressing her, igniting a fire within her.

Song Ling marked every inch of Li Xinjun’s body with her kisses, lingering on her most sensitive areas. Li Xinjun gasped, biting her lip to stifle her moans. Song Ling, both satisfied and concerned, looked at her and asked,

“Does it hurt?”

“Sister Ling, slow down… I’ve never done this before…”

“He didn’t touch you? But you said…”

“You wouldn’t let me explain…”

“Good girl. Relax. I’ll be gentle.”

Song Ling’s heart soared with joy upon learning that Li Xinjun was still a virgin. It meant that she was still Li Xinjun’s only one. She continued to explore, until Li Xinjun was ready. She then entered her, breaking through the barrier between them.

Li Xinjun gritted her teeth, the initial pain quickly replaced by pleasure. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, their gasps and moans echoing in the air. Their reunion, coupled with the intensity of their first time, transported them to a world of ecstasy.

After a while, they returned to earth, Li Xinjun collapsing into Song Ling’s arms, exhausted but content. Song Ling held her close, stroking her hair, urging her to rest. Li Xinjun, drained, quickly fell asleep.

Song Ling gazed at her sleeping face, her heart overflowing with love. From this day forward, Li Xinjun belonged only to her. No one could take her away. Looking at the marks she had left on Li Xinjun’s body, she felt a pang of guilt. She had been a bit rough.

She resolved to spend the rest of her life making it up to her beloved. They had all the time in the world. They would never be apart again.

Chapter 42

Mark escorted Li Xinjun off the ship and hired a coachman with a carriage at the docks. He then instructed several burly men to help unload their luggage from the ship and place it into the carriage.

Li Xinjun, wide-eyed with excitement, observed the foreigners with their red hair and green eyes. She eagerly approached them, attempting to converse in her broken English. Although her pronunciation was peculiar, her words were understandable if one listened carefully.

She was proud of her progress over the past few months. Although not fluent, she could at least communicate basic needs. She looked at Mark with a smug grin, her chin held high. Mark, amused by her childish pride, chuckled to himself, thinking, “Fine, let her show off. As long as she stops bothering me.”

Once everything was loaded, Mark beckoned Li Xinjun to board the carriage. British carriages were different from those in the Qing Dynasty. They were more spacious, with a side door for entry and exit, unlike the rear-entry carriages of the Qing.

Inside the carriage, two rows of seats faced each other, one on each side of the door, allowing passengers to sit comfortably without touching each other while still being able to converse face-to-face.

Unlike the two-wheeled carriages of the Qing, these carriages had four wheels, providing a smoother ride. The coachman was separated from the passengers by a partition, but a small window allowed for communication when necessary.

The seats were cushioned with soft cotton padding and covered in leather, providing a comfortable ride. Li Xinjun admired the novel design of the carriage and then turned her attention to the scenery outside.

The buildings here were vastly different from those in the Qing Dynasty. The houses were smaller, with lower roofs and chimneys that emitted white smoke. Most of the houses were built from stone or mud, with only the doors made of wood. They looked sturdy and durable.

The people on the streets also dressed differently from the citizens of the Qing Dynasty. The men didn’t wear long robes, nor did they have queues or shaved foreheads. They wore trousers and shirts, their hair either short or tied back in simple ponytails.

The women didn’t wear flowing silk gowns either. Their clothes were made from heavier, thicker fabrics. Many of them wore their hair in braids or pigtails, adorned with ribbons or elaborate hats. There were no golden hairpins or ornaments like those worn by women in the Qing Dynasty. Their skirts were full and voluminous, creating a distinct silhouette.

After passing through the city, their carriage reached a small town on the outskirts. The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy, and vast meadows, resembling rice paddies but taller and greener, stretched out before them. A sweet fragrance filled the air. The coachman knocked on the window, and Li Xinjun opened it.

“Sir, the night is getting dark, do you want to spend the night here?”

“Sure, just bring us to the nearest inn you can find.”

The coachman closed the window and continued driving. Li Xinjun, understanding the gist of their conversation, didn’t ask any questions. She was focused on finding Song Ling.

The coachman drove them to a small inn in the town. He went inside to inquire about rooms and then returned, opening the carriage door for them. Li Xinjun followed Mark into the inn, which was furnished with long wooden tables and benches. A tall stone counter stood at one end, displaying an assortment of clear glass bottles filled with a golden-brown liquid.

Li Xinjun, having never seen such things before, sat down at a table with Mark, her eyes wide with curiosity. Mark ordered their meal in English. Li Xinjun didn’t understand what he was saying but assumed he was ordering food. After the waiter left, Mark turned to her.

“This place is a bit humble. The food isn’t great. I’ll take you to a better restaurant in the next city. Just make do with what they have tonight.”

“It’s fine. I’m not picky. I’ll eat anything.”

“Good.”

The waiter returned with two bowls of what looked like porridge, placing them before them. He then gave them each a wooden utensil. The utensil was strange, a long, thin wooden stick with a round, concave end, resembling a small ladle.

“What is this?”

“It’s a spoon. For eating soup.”

“This gooey stuff is soup?”

“Yes, it’s mushroom soup. Soup is usually served like this here.”

Li Xinjun watched as Mark used the wooden spoon to eat his soup. She imitated him, carefully taking a sip. Although the texture was a bit thick, the flavor was surprisingly good. The waiter then brought them a plate of warm, brown rolls.

“What are these?”

“They’re bread rolls, made from flour. Similar to the steamed buns in the Qing Dynasty, but harder. Break off a piece and dip it in your soup to soften it before eating.”

Li Xinjun, following Mark’s example, took a roll, broke off a piece, dipped it in her soup, and then ate it. The bread, initially hard and crusty, absorbed the soup, becoming soft and flavorful. It had a slightly salty taste and a unique aroma.

Li Xinjun, famished from the long journey, devoured her meal with gusto. Mark, watching the former Empress of the Qing Dynasty eat with such abandon, shook his head in amusement. He continued to eat his own meal at a more leisurely pace.

The waiter then brought them two plates of beef. Li Xinjun didn’t ask any questions this time. Although the cooking method was different from what she was used to, it was clearly meat. She was just puzzled about how to eat such a large piece of beef with a wooden spoon. As she pondered this, the waiter returned with two small knives and two small metal forks. Although she had never seen such utensils before, she wasn’t stupid. She figured out their purpose.

She confidently stabbed the beef with a fork and used the knife to cut it into smaller pieces, which she then ate with the fork.

“Wow, this beef isn’t cooked! It’s still bloody!”

“Steak doesn’t taste good if it’s fully cooked. It’s supposed to be medium-rare.”

“Really? Won’t we get sick?”

“Don’t worry, it’s safe to eat.”

“Ugh, this is so troublesome! Why can’t they just slice it up for us? It’s so much work to cut it ourselves! And so many utensils for just one meal! We can eat everything with just chopsticks! So much more convenient!”

“This isn’t China. You’ll have to get used to things here.”

“I guess you’re right. I can never go back to China. Oh well, I’ll learn to adapt to their customs.”

“And if you cut up your entire steak at once, it will get cold. You’re supposed to cut it one piece at a time to maintain its temperature and flavor.”

“Sigh, this is so complicated! So much fuss over a meal! It seems it will take me a while to get used to your way of eating.”

“This is just the basics. When we reach the general’s residence, you’ll have to learn court etiquette. It’s even more complicated. There’s a specific order for eating each dish. You can’t just eat whatever you want. You’ll embarrass General Henry.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes, really. I’ll have someone teach you etiquette later.”

Over a month passed, and Li Xinjun’s English had finally become somewhat bearable. Mark was relieved. He had managed to teach this troublesome student, at the cost of his sanity and a lot of chicken blood.

He looked around, his heart heavy with the memories of his suffering. He had swallowed countless live chickens for Li Xinjun, forced to endure her constant presence during meals. He, the mighty jiangshi king, had been reduced to this miserable state.

Sometimes, he wanted to just bite her and be done with it. But then he remembered that if he did, she would become an immortal jiangshi like him, and he immediately dismissed the thought.

They were two days away from London, where General Henry resided. London was the capital of the British Empire, equivalent to the capital of the Qing Dynasty.

It was home to all the high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as the King and Queen of England. It was also Mark’s father’s homeland. He remembered his father mentioning a castle he owned there, which he had intended for Mark to inherit.

Mark planned to return to his father’s castle after dropping off Li Xinjun and live a peaceful, anonymous life as a jiangshi. As he was lost in his fantasy, Li Xinjun appeared at his door, knocking loudly.

He looked at the blood-drained chicken carcass in his hand, despair washing over him. Li Xinjun, unaware of his suffering, continued to knock, afraid that he might oversleep and delay their departure.

“Mark! Mark! Wake up! We’re leaving! Come out! If you don’t come out, I’m coming in!”

Li Xinjun, oblivious to Mark’s misery, continued to pound on the door. Mark silently cursed her, vowing to never see her again after they reached London. He resigned himself to his fate, forcing down the raw chicken, feathers, head, and feet included.

Chapter 41

At the docks, Li Xinjun supervised as the servants loaded their belongings onto the ship. She saw Brother Wu and Ah Qi waiting for her on the gangplank, each carrying a package.

“What are you doing? You’re not planning to come with me, are you?”

“Little Jun, we’re comrades, brothers in arms! We’ve been through thick and thin together! We can’t let you go to Britain alone, especially since you can’t ever come back. Of course we’re coming with you.”

“Brother Wu, are you crazy? I’m not going there for a holiday! And I can never return! What would you do there?”

“That’s precisely why we’re coming with you! We can’t let you face danger alone! Ah Qi and I have discussed it. We have no family or ties here. We have nothing to lose.”

“You’re both insane! You just got promoted and received a raise! You have a bright future here! If you come with me, you’ll have nothing! And you know how skilled I am! I don’t need your protection!”

“Little Jun, stop arguing. We’ve made up our minds. We don’t care about our positions. It’s more exciting to wander the world with you! Enough talk! Mark has been waiting on the ship for ages. Let’s go!”

Li Xinjun, unable to dissuade them, pretended to agree. Once everything was loaded onto the ship, she suddenly turned and struck Brother Wu on the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious. She then handed him to Ah Qi.

“Ah Qi, listen to me. Brother Wu is impulsive and reckless. I couldn’t convince him otherwise. You’re different. You understand my intentions. And you know that Brother Wu has finally met a good woman. She likes him too. He can’t just throw that away for me. Do me a favor. Take him back to the Grand General’s Mansion. Stay with Grandfather. He’ll take care of you both. And you can keep an eye on him for me, okay?”

“But Miss Xinjun, Brother Wu will be devastated when he wakes up! And I’m worried about you going alone!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not alone. Doctor Song is with me. You know how strong we are. We’ll be fine. By the time Brother Wu wakes up, I’ll be gone. He’ll have no choice but to stay, right? You don’t want him to end up a lonely bachelor, do you?”

“I…”

“No more buts! Please, do this for me. Take care.”

“You too, Miss Xinjun.”

“I will. I have to go. The ship is about to leave.”

Li Xinjun left the unconscious Brother Wu in Ah Qi’s care and boarded the ship, her gaze fixed on the receding shoreline. This was the land where she had grown up, a place filled with memories of her family, her friends, and her time with Song Ling.

She waved to Ah Qi until he was out of sight and then lowered her hand, her heart heavy. Mark emerged from the ship’s cabin and, seeing her sadness, approached her.

“Regretting your decision already? Do you want me to turn the ship around and take you back?”

“No! I’m just a little sad. I don’t regret this. I know what I want.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m curious. You’re willing to give up everything for a woman, someone you can’t even be with openly. Your love for her must be strong.”

“How do you know my beloved is a woman?”

“Oh, I apologize. Henry and I witnessed your argument with the Emperor the other night. We just didn’t intervene. Do you mind people knowing about your love for a woman?”

“Why should I? If I’ve chosen to love her, why should I be afraid of what others think?”

“You’re brave. I admire that.”

“Thank you. I’m Li Xinjun. And you are?”

“My name is Mark. *Nice to meet you*.”

“What’s ‘nice to mee you’?”

“Hahaha, it’s English. It means ‘pleased to make your acquaintance.’ You’re going to Britain, where they don’t speak Chinese. You should learn some English during this voyage.”

“Oh, I see. Nice to mee you, Mark.”

“Hahaha! It’s ‘nice to meet you,’ not ‘nice to mee you.’ You’re hilarious!”

“I listened carefully! That’s exactly what you said! ‘Nice to mee you!’”

“Your pronunciation is wrong. Repeat after me. ‘Nice.’”

“Nice.”

“To.”

“To.”

“Meet.”

“Meet.”

“You.”

“You.”

“Yes, that’s better. Now say the whole phrase.”

“Isn’t it just missing a ‘t’? Nice to meet you! Right?”

“Hahaha, it seems you need more practice.”

“But I added the ‘t’! Why is it still wrong? English is so difficult! It’s frustrating! Are you even teaching me properly?”

Mark immediately regretted his offer to teach Li Xinjun English. For the next three months, during their voyage to Britain, Li Xinjun relentlessly pestered him, demanding English lessons day and night, leaving him no time to rest or even sneak away to feed on his chicken blood. She would scour the entire ship, shouting his name, determined to find him and force him to teach her.

He, the mighty jiangshi king, was driven to the brink of madness by this relentless girl. He felt like he had shot himself in the foot, but there was no escaping now. They were trapped on a ship together.

“Mark! Mark! Wher ar yu? I nee to lean Engich fro you!”(Mark, Mark, Where Are You, I Need To Learn English From You)

Mark, his head throbbing from Li Xinjun’s butchered pronunciation, emerged from his hiding place. She sought him out three times a day, never giving him a moment’s peace. Li Xinjun, seeing him appear, was delighted.

“I’ve fund yu!”

“Your English is still terrible after all this time!”

“Is it? I think I’ve improved a lot! Look, I can even speak to you in full sentences now!”

“That’s not English! I have no idea what you’re saying!”

“I said, ‘I’ve found you!’ Don’t you understand? Your English is so bad! Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

“My English is bad?! You’re unbelievable! And what you were trying to say is ‘THERE YOU ARE, I’ve found you!’ Not ‘I’ve fund yu!’”

“That’s what I said! Listen again. There you are! I’ve found you!”

“It’s ‘I’ve found you,’ not ‘I’ve fund yu!’”

“I’ve fund you?”

“Watch my mouth. It’s ‘found,’ ‘found,’ not ‘fund.’”

“Fuond, fuond.”

For the first time in centuries, Mark contemplated suicide. The only other time he had considered ending his life was after his wife’s death, when he had wanted to join her in the afterlife. Now, he was driven to such thoughts by Li Xinjun’s relentless English lessons. One could only imagine the extent of her persistence.

Li Xinjun, determined to be able to communicate with Song Ling and explore Britain upon their arrival, was unwavering in her pursuit of English fluency. Mark admired her determination, but the process was excruciating. He, the mighty jiangshi king, barely had time to feed and replenish his energy. He often had to sneak away to the latrine to drink his chicken blood.

However, Li Xinjun was relentless, even waiting outside the latrine for him. Sometimes, he was forced to swallow a whole live chicken to avoid her pestering, which gave him diarrhea for days. Fortunately, he was an immortal jiangshi. Otherwise, Li Xinjun would have driven him to an early grave.

And because he was an immortal jiangshi king, poor Mark endured three and a half months of Li Xinjun’s relentless torture before finally finding relief. They had arrived in Britain.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, believing he was finally free from her clutches. However, he had forgotten that Li Xinjun had come to Britain to find Song Ling, who had sailed there with General Henry. She wouldn’t leave his side until he took her to General Henry’s residence.

Mark was devastated. He told himself that he just had to endure one more month, just one more month, and then he could deliver this troublesome girl to General Henry and never see her again.

Chapter 40

Early in the morning, Li Xinjun was awakened by the palace maids. They carried in the elaborate red phoenix robe, a symbol of the Empress, along with countless golden hairpins, ornaments, and other accessories. A young maid named Xiaoqian, her face beaming with excitement, urged Li Xinjun to get ready for the wedding.

“Your Highness, please follow me. I will help you bathe and dress.”

Li Xinjun didn’t resist. She followed Xiaoqian to the bathhouse and allowed the maids to wash and prepare her. After bathing, she put on her usual clothes, not the phoenix robe, leaving Xiaoqian confused.

“Your Highness, today is your wedding day. Why are you wearing your everyday clothes?”

Li Xinjun didn’t answer. She simply put on the phoenix robe over her regular clothes, concealing them from view. The robe, luxurious and regal, transformed her, highlighting a hidden elegance she had never displayed before. She sat down at the dressing table and allowed Xiaoqian to style her hair, apply makeup, and adorn her with jewelry.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was unrecognizable. She thought of Song Ling, far away. How she wished Song Ling could be the first to see her in this wedding attire. But it didn’t matter. She believed that one day, she would wear a wedding dress for Song Ling, and only for her. This robe didn’t belong to her.

Ready, she walked through the grand hall, past the kneeling officials, her head held high. Hongli, standing on a raised platform at the front of the hall, was delighted to see her. The woman he loved was finally wearing the phoenix robe, walking towards him, the center of attention.

He smiled at her, his usual gentle smile, and Li Xinjun smiled back. Hongli’s heart soared. He thought she had finally accepted his arrangements for their future. He extended his hand towards her. The officials, kneeling before them, chanted,

“Congratulations on your wedding day, Your Majesty and Your Highness! May the Great Qing prosper for a thousand generations, and its people live in peace and prosperity! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress! Long live the Empress! Long live the Empress!”

Hongli beamed, his heart overflowing with joy. He had never thought the officials’ chants of “Long live the Emperor!” could sound so beautiful. He watched as Li Xinjun approached, his happiness immeasurable. From this day forward, this woman would be his Empress, the Empress of the Great Qing Empire.

Li Xinjun reached the foot of the platform and looked up at Hongli. She stopped walking and, in a shocking move, removed her crown and then shed the phoenix robe. The officials gasped, their whispers filling the hall.

“Silence!” Hongli roared, his face contorted with anger.

The officials immediately fell silent, fear gripping their hearts. They stared at the couple, wondering what Li Xinjun was planning.

“Empress, what is the meaning of this?” Hongli demanded, his voice cold with fury.

“Your Majesty, I ask you, do you honor your word? Is your word your bond?”

“As the Emperor, my word is law! Why are you asking this now? Put on your robe and proceed with the wedding ceremony!”

“Then I ask you, Your Majesty, do you remember your promise to grant me a wish?”

“You!!!”

“I beg Your Majesty to grant my wish. Let me leave this place.”

Li Xinjun stood tall and proud, her gaze unwavering, unafraid of the Emperor’s wrath.

“Impossible! I have already announced our wedding to the world! You are wearing the phoenix robe! I cannot retract my decree! Put on your robe and complete this ceremony before I lose my patience! I will grant you your wish another day.”

“Brother Hongli, please allow me to address you one last time. I have always considered you a friend, a confidant. You know my heart. Why do you force this upon me? We will both be unhappy if we are forced to be together.”

Li Xinjun, setting aside her pride, pleaded with him to let her go, to let them both go. Hongli, hearing her call him “Brother Hongli” again, felt his anger soften. He remembered their time together, their easy camaraderie, their shared laughter. He sighed and softened his tone.

“Do you love her that much? Even though she’s… You don’t mind? Do you realize that your love will not be accepted by society? How will you face the world?”

“Brother Hongli, she is the only one for me. Even if the whole world condemns us, I won’t waver. Even if we have to leave the Qing Dynasty forever, I will never abandon my love for her.”

“What am I to you? Why won’t you give me a chance?”

“Brother Hongli, I know you care for me, but my heart already belongs to someone else. My feelings for you have always been platonic. I hope you understand.”

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

“I have no regrets!”

“Fine! Since you are so resolute, I will grant your wish. I will retract my decree and set you free. But I never want to see you again! I order you to leave the Qing Dynasty immediately and never return!”

Hongli, his heart breaking, turned away, unable to look at her. He looked at Mark, who was standing among the officials. He knew that Mark was about to depart for Britain. He ordered Mark to take Li Xinjun with him, as a final act of kindness, fulfilling her wish to be with Song Ling. He then turned and left the grand hall, ignoring the murmurs of the stunned officials.

Li Xinjun, overwhelmed with gratitude, knelt and kowtowed three times, thanking the Emperor for his mercy. It was her final act of respect, not to Hongli, but to the Emperor of the Great Qing.

She spoke briefly with Mark, asking him to wait for her at the docks. She then turned to Grand General Duoluo, who was standing in a corner of the hall, waiting for her. She ran to him and embraced him tightly. She knew that this would be their last meeting. She would never see her beloved grandfather again. Tears streamed down her face. Grand General Duoluo patted her back gently, comforting her.

“Child, I can’t protect you anymore. Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Grandfather, I’m sorry. I can’t stay here and serve you any longer. Please don’t blame me.”

“Sigh, how could I blame you? You’re pursuing your own happiness. I only wish you well. This old fool… I didn’t realize sooner… I thought you liked… Oh well, it doesn’t matter now. Just be careful. Britain is not like the Qing Dynasty. It’s full of foreigners. Stay close to Mark. Once you’ve found Song Ling and settled down, write to me and let me know you’re safe, okay?”

“Yes, I will! Grandfather, you must take care of yourself. Thanks to your kindness, I was able to experience the love of family again. I’m unworthy. I won’t be able to repay your kindness.”

“Silly girl, I’m not alone. I’ll have my good-for-nothing son come back from the border to keep me company. And besides, I’m still strong and healthy! What are you worried about?”

“Grandfather~ I have to go now. Take care.”

“Yes, go now. I won’t see you off. I don’t have anything to give you, except this. Take it.”

Grand General Duoluo took out a jeweled dagger and handed it to Li Xinjun. It was a gift from the late Emperor, a symbol of his honor and a treasure that he had cherished for many years. It represented not only the late Emperor’s recognition but also his years of service on the battlefield.

Li Xinjun accepted the dagger, knowing its significance to Grand General Duoluo. She tried to refuse, but he insisted, pushing it back into her hands. Li Xinjun, touched by his gesture, hugged him again and then left the palace.

She returned to her mansion and quickly packed her belongings and some silver. She hadn’t brought much money when she escaped with Song Ling. Now, with time to prepare, she gathered as much as she could, ensuring that they wouldn’t have to worry about finances. She then went to the dungeon and looked at Uncle Wang, who, as usual, growled upon seeing her.

“Roar! Roar! Roar!”

“Uncle Wang, I’m leaving. You must listen to Brother Wu and the others. Without me to look after you, life might be difficult. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they continue to feed you blood. You won’t go hungry. This is our last meeting. I won’t be coming back. Take care.”

“Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!”

Uncle Wang, watching her leave, roared frantically, as if sensing her departure. Li Xinjun ignored him and instructed the servants to load her belongings onto the carriage. She then set off for the docks.

Chapter 39

“You wanted me to let Song Ling go. I did. Now, will you come back to the palace with me?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you.”

Li Xinjun was escorted back to the palace by the imperial guards and Hongli. As she hadn’t committed any crime, they didn’t restrain her, simply helping her onto a horse and escorting her back.

At the grand hall, Li Xinjun stood in the center, her gaze fixed on Hongli, her expression defiant. The officials, unaware of what had transpired between them, only knew that the Emperor had issued a decree that morning, forbidding Li Xinjun from leaving the capital and ordering her immediate return to the palace.

They had seemed fine the previous night. Why had things suddenly changed? The officials, confused and afraid to speak, watched in silence as the two stared each other down. Finally, Hongli broke the silence.

“Prime Minister, issue a decree. I am taking Miss Li as my Empress. The wedding shall take place immediately!”

The officials gasped, their whispers filling the hall. They didn’t dare to question the Emperor’s decision but couldn’t help but discuss it amongst themselves. The Prime Minister stepped forward.

“Your Majesty, even if you wish to make Miss Li your Empress, the wedding cannot take place immediately. The Emperor’s wedding is a matter of national importance and must be announced with great fanfare. It cannot be done hastily.”

“Then issue my decree. Announce to the world that the wedding shall take place in three days!”

“As you command, Your Majesty. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Highness.”

“Hold on! I haven’t agreed to this!” Li Xinjun suddenly protested.

“You dare to defy me?!” Hongli, still fuming from witnessing Li Xinjun’s public display of affection for Song Ling, slammed his fist on the table.

“I wouldn’t dare, Your Majesty.”

“Then why are you protesting?” Hongli challenged her, his voice brooking no argument.

“Your Majesty, I have always been a free spirit. I don’t like being bound by palace rules and etiquette. Please don’t force me to marry you.”

“You! Countless women would do anything to enter the palace and become Empress, and I’m offering you this position, yet you claim I’m forcing you?!”

“I truly do not wish to be Empress, Your Majesty. I only want to live a peaceful life with the person I love.”

“The person you love? That… that… Hmph! Preposterous!”

Hongli couldn’t even bring himself to say Song Ling’s name. He pointed at Li Xinjun, his hand trembling with anger. He, the Emperor, had lost to a woman in a competition for another woman’s affections. It was humiliating.

“I don’t care who you love! I have spoken! You will obey! You will become my Empress in three days! Defy me, and I will execute everyone you care about!”

“You!”

“That’s final! Prime Minister, begin the wedding preparations immediately! The wedding will take place in three days!”

Hongli stood up abruptly and stormed out of the hall. The officials, afraid to speak, followed him. Li Xinjun was left standing alone. Eunuch Li, the head eunuch of the inner palace, approached her and escorted her to the East Palace, the traditional residence of the Empress.

Li Xinjun didn’t resist. She was still trying to figure out how to persuade the Emperor to change his mind and let her leave.

The next morning, Prince Anling, accompanied by Mark, went to court to bid farewell to the Emperor. He had been in the capital for many days, and the jiangshi problem seemed to be under control for now. After the Emperor’s wedding, it would be time for him to return to Yunnan.

Hongli wasn’t surprised by Prince Anling’s request. He granted his leave, allowing him to depart after the wedding feast in two days. Mark, having accepted General Henry’s invitation to go to Britain, planned to bid farewell to Prince Anling after the wedding and then sail back to England with the British merchant ships.

Prince Anling, seeing Mark’s determination, didn’t try to dissuade him. He wished him a safe journey and hoped they would meet again someday. The palace was abuzz with activity, preparing for the Emperor’s wedding. The unpleasantness between the Emperor and his future Empress at the previous court session was forgotten. Everyone was focused on the upcoming celebration.

Hongli hadn’t visited Li Xinjun in the past two days. She was confined to the East Palace, unable to leave. Anxiety gnawed at her. She sat there, fiddling with the crescent-shaped pendant around her neck, desperately trying to find a way out of this predicament. Lost in thought, she accidentally pulled too hard on the necklace, snapping the chain. She stared at the broken pendant, Song Ling’s gift, tears streaming down her face.

“Is this a sign from heaven?”

“Should I just accept my fate?”

“No! Never! I’d rather die than marry that tyrant!”

“I promised Sister Ling I would be with her forever! I can’t break my promise!”

Li Xinjun’s mind raced, her heart torn. She refused to give in. She would rather die than submit to this fate.

“Miss Li, we have been instructed to escort you to the bathhouse to prepare for your wedding.”

“Leave! I don’t want to bathe or dress up!”

“But Miss Li, we will be punished if you refuse! Please, let us serve you!”

“I said, get out! Did you hear me?!”

“Miss Li, please have mercy! Spare us!” The maids knelt, begging her to relent.

Li Xinjun, seeing the two young maids kowtowing before her, couldn’t bring herself to punish them. She sighed in defeat.

“Get up. Stop crying. I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you, Miss Li! Thank you! We will attend to you immediately.”

Li Xinjun was escorted to the bathhouse. It was customary for all potential consorts to undergo a ritual cleansing before meeting the Emperor, presenting themselves to him in a state of purity.

Li Xinjun removed her clothes and stepped into the bath. The surface of the water was covered in colorful flower petals. The water itself was natural spring water, piped in from the mountains, its temperature perfect, steam rising from its surface.

Li Xinjun had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, her body radiating feminine charm. She submerged herself in the water, her long hair swirling around her. As she emerged, she looked like a goddess rising from the water.

After bathing, she allowed the maids to dress her in an elaborate gown, befitting a future Empress. They treated her with the utmost respect, their every gesture deferential.

She was then escorted to another chamber, where a large table was laden with vegetarian dishes. A maid, holding a golden spoon, served her a bowl of hot soup.

Li Xinjun had no appetite, but she knew that if she refused, the maids would create a scene. She reluctantly lifted the spoon and took a small sip of the soup.

The maids, seeing her compliance, smiled and served her several dishes, placing them on her plate. Li Xinjun, unable to refuse, sampled each dish.

After she finished her meal, the maids escorted her back to her chambers. Li Xinjun dismissed them, finally having a moment of privacy.

For the next three days, she lived like a walking corpse, allowing the maids to dress her, feed her, and prepare her for the wedding, like a condemned prisoner awaiting her execution.

Chapter 38

News of Li Xinjun’s disappearance reached the Emperor, who was enraged. He hadn’t expected her to run away to avoid marrying him, and the fact that she was in love with another woman, Song Ling, was a blow to his pride, both as a man and as the Emperor.

His fury knew no bounds. He had been hesitant to force Li Xinjun into marriage, but now, he issued a decree, ordering his men to find her and bring her back to the palace. He refused to believe that, as the Emperor, he couldn’t keep the woman he loved.

The palace was in an uproar. The officials, unaware of the true reason, only knew that Li Xinjun and Song Ling had disappeared during the night, and the Emperor was furious, demanding their immediate return.

Meanwhile, Li Xinjun and Song Ling, seeing that dawn was approaching and the city gates would soon open, gathered their belongings, eager to escape the capital. However, as they neared the gate, they found it heavily guarded by soldiers, who were meticulously inspecting everyone trying to leave the city.

Since the curfew had been lifted, the city gates were usually lightly guarded. This level of security was reserved for capturing dangerous criminals attempting to escape.

Li Xinjun, unsure what to do, was about to approach the guards and inquire when Song Ling pulled her back. She pointed to a notice board nearby, where their portraits were displayed. Although they couldn’t read the details from a distance, it was clear that the authorities were searching for them.

Li Xinjun realized that Hongli had discovered their escape. He must have found the letter she had left for her grandfather. She regretted her carelessness. She had forgotten that all the servants in the mansion were appointed by the Emperor.

They would undoubtedly report to him. She slapped her forehead, berating herself for her stupidity. Song Ling grabbed her hand, stopping her from hurting herself, and led her back to the abandoned house where they had spent the previous night.

“Sister Ling, I’m so sorry! It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have left that letter! I didn’t think they would find out so quickly. I’ve ruined everything!”

“Jun’er, don’t blame yourself. Don’t despair. We’ll find a way out of this.”

“Yes! We’ll fight our way out! I refuse to be captured!” Li Xinjun clenched her fists.

“Don’t be hasty. Let’s think this through. Maybe there’s another way.”

“What other way is there? Are we supposed to jump into the Yellow River and commit suicide for love?”

“That’s it! We can escape by water! The docks are vast, with many ships. If we can avoid the soldiers and sneak onto a ship, we can leave the capital.”

Li Xinjun’s flippant remark gave Song Ling an idea. They could escape by sea. After discussing the plan, they decided to head towards the docks. Although they didn’t know where the ships were headed, as long as they could escape the capital, they could figure out the rest later.

Grand General Duoluo, worried about Li Xinjun’s safety, had sent Brother Wu and Ah Qi to search for her, hoping to find her before the Emperor’s men did.

Brother Wu and Ah Qi split up, one searching the east gate, the other the north gate. They met at the south gate, shaking their heads, having found no trace of Li Xinjun or Song Ling. They then went to the west docks, although they doubted that Li Xinjun would choose to escape by water. The ships at the docks didn’t depart at night or early morning. They had to wait for high tide, usually leaving around midday.

Disheartened, they searched the docks, asking anyone they encountered if they had seen Li Xinjun or Song Ling. Brother Wu had known them for a while and, although unaware of their romantic relationship, he had noticed Li Xinjun’s special treatment of Song Ling. He had even teased her, saying she was acting like a lovesick wife waiting for her husband. He hadn’t realized that her feelings were truly romantic.

Although he didn’t approve of same-sex relationships, he couldn’t deny the undeniable bond between Li Xinjun and Song Ling. They seemed perfect for each other.

He had never imagined Li Xinjun submitting to any man, which was why he had often teased her about her unladylike behavior, saying she would never find a husband. Now, knowing that she was in love with Song Ling, it somehow made sense to him.

They searched high and low, but their efforts were futile. They hoped that their failure to find them was a good sign, perhaps indicating that they had already escaped during the night.

Li Xinjun and Song Ling, disguised as men, arrived at the docks, hoping to sneak onto a ship. However, they found the docks guarded by soldiers as well. Although there weren’t as many as at the city gates, it would still be difficult to avoid detection.

They spotted Brother Wu and Ah Qi searching for them. Li Xinjun, hiding nearby, observed them, noticing that they were acting discreetly, not alerting the soldiers. It didn’t seem like they were there to capture them. She gambled that her friendship with Brother Wu would outweigh his loyalty to the Emperor. She picked up a pebble and threw it at him.

Brother Wu, struck by the pebble, turned towards the direction it had come from and saw Li Xinjun and Song Ling hiding in a corner. He had known them for a long time and, despite their disguises, recognized them instantly.

He signaled for them to leave, following them discreetly when no one was looking. He entered an alleyway but couldn’t find them. As he looked around, he was suddenly pulled into a warehouse.

It was Li Xinjun. Brother Wu, relieved to see her safe, turned to Song Ling.

“Why are you still here? The Emperor knows about you two! The entire city is swarming with soldiers! He’s ordered them to capture you!”

“Brother Wu, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t have left that letter for Grandfather! I wasn’t thinking straight!”

“Sigh… The old general is worried sick about you both. He sent us to find you. He’s afraid you’ll get hurt.”

“Brother Wu, can you help us escape?”

“If it’s within my power, I will. What do you need me to do?”

“Thank you, Brother Wu! I need you to distract the soldiers so we can sneak onto a ship.”

“The ships here are all bound for foreign countries. Are you sure you want to board one? Maybe we should explore other options first?”

“There’s no time! I tried to escape through the city gates, but they’re heavily guarded. And even if we manage to get out of the city, as long as we’re within the empire’s borders, we could still be captured. He’s the Emperor, after all.”

“Little Jun, are you sure about this? Won’t you reconsider? Do you realize that once you leave, you can never come back? You’ll lose everything here.”

“Brother Wu, I’m an orphan. I have no family here, nothing to hold me back. You know that Sister Ling is the most important person in my life.”

Brother Wu looked at her resolute expression and then at their intertwined hands. He saw the same determination in Song Ling’s eyes. He sighed and nodded.

“Alright, if you’ve made up your mind, I, as your older brother, will support your decision. I hope you two will be happy. I’ll explain everything to your grandfather. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Brother Wu. We might never see each other again after this. Please take care of yourselves. Sister Ling and I will be fine.”

Tears welled up in Li Xinjun’s eyes as she hugged Brother Wu. His eyes also moistened as he patted her back gently. They discussed their escape plan, and then Brother Wu left the warehouse.

He returned to the docks and found Ah Qi, who immediately rushed over to him.

“Did you find them?”

“No, but wait! Aren’t those them over there? Let’s go!”

Brother Wu pointed in the direction behind Ah Qi. They both ran towards the figures in the distance, their voices attracting the attention of the soldiers, who joined the pursuit.

They ran for a while, searching for Li Xinjun and Song Ling. Ah Qi looked at Brother Wu, confused.

“Are you sure you saw them?”

“I’m positive! I wouldn’t mistake them for anyone else!”

“We were a bit loud. We’ve attracted a lot of attention. Maybe we should split up and distract them?”

“Okay, you go that way, and I’ll go this way. We’ll meet back at the Grand General’s Mansion.”

“Alright!”

Ah Qi, unaware of Brother Wu’s true intentions, ran in the opposite direction, hoping to find Li Xinjun and Song Ling. The soldiers followed him. Brother Wu, seeing that no one was watching him, doubled back and returned to the docks. He saw Li Xinjun and Song Ling blending into the crowd, about to board a ship. To ensure their escape, he approached the two remaining soldiers at the docks.

“Brothers, we think we’ve spotted Li Xinjun and Song Ling! We need reinforcements! Can you come with us?”

“Really? But we can’t leave this post unguarded. The Emperor ordered us to secure all exits and prevent the talented woman from escaping.”

“Are you stupid?! I just said we found them! What are you still doing here? If they escape because you delayed, you’ll be held responsible!”

The soldiers, intimidated by Brother Wu’s anger, glanced at each other and decided to follow him. Li Xinjun and Song Ling, who had almost escaped, were thwarted by the sudden appearance of a large group of soldiers.

“Li Xinjun! Stop right there! You can’t hide from me! If you return to me now, I promise to forgive you and let Song Ling go!”

Hongli, accompanied by his imperial guards, arrived at the docks. He saw Li Xinjun and Song Ling standing on the gangplank, their hands clasped tightly, and his anger surged.

The others, seeing the Emperor, immediately knelt and bowed their heads. Li Xinjun knew there was no escape. She looked at Song Ling and kissed her passionately before embracing her tightly.

She urged Song Ling to board the ship, promising that she would handle Hongli and that Song Ling shouldn’t worry. Song Ling hesitated, but Li Xinjun insisted, telling her that if she didn’t leave, neither of them would escape. Hongli would be even more enraged if he saw Song Ling.

Song Ling, her heart aching, obeyed, trusting that Li Xinjun wouldn’t betray her. She boarded the ship and, through the window, watched Li Xinjun, her eyes filled with tears. Li Xinjun straightened her back, turned to face Hongli, her expression defiant.

“Your Majesty, do you honor your word?”

“Of course. As the Emperor, I never break my promises.”

“Then let Song Ling go, and I’ll return with you!”

Song Ling, hearing Li Xinjun’s words, was about to jump off the ship, but Li Xinjun stopped her, shaking her head and mouthing the words,

“Trust me. I’ll come for you.”

Tears streaming down her face, Song Ling knelt on the deck. She trusted Li Xinjun, but the thought of being separated from her filled her with fear. She was afraid that Li Xinjun wouldn’t be able to escape, but she knew she had to leave, she couldn’t be a burden.

Li Xinjun, noticing General Henry on the ship, realized it was a British vessel. Henry stepped forward, looked at Li Xinjun, and then at the kneeling Song Ling. He helped Song Ling to her feet and said to Li Xinjun,

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.”

“Thank you, General Henry. I’ll come for her soon. Please keep her safe for me.”

“I will. I’ll be waiting.”

General Henry ordered the ship to depart. Li Xinjun watched as the ship sailed away, her heart heavy with worry. She waved to Song Ling and Henry until they were out of sight and then turned to face Hongli.

Chapter 37

Song Ling observed Li Xinjun’s return from the pavilion. Her eyes were resolute, and her demeanor had shifted, radiating a newfound determination. Confused, Song Ling watched as Li Xinjun approached her, grabbed a cup of wine from the table, downed it in a single gulp, and then, taking Song Ling’s hand, led her out of the palace.

Sensing Li Xinjun’s unusual mood, Song Ling didn’t question her. She allowed herself to be led out of the palace and back to the mansion. Upon arriving, Li Xinjun, ignoring the servants who greeted them, waved them away dismissively.

The servants, sensing her displeasure, quickly retreated. Li Xinjun continued to pull Song Ling along, leading her to her bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door, released Song Ling’s hand, and embraced her tightly.

Song Ling was bewildered by Li Xinjun’s sudden change in behavior. Although Li Xinjun often hugged her, it was usually more gentle and restrained, not this forceful embrace.

Li Xinjun released her and stepped back slightly, her gaze intense and serious. Song Ling blushed, her heart pounding. She couldn’t understand what had come over Li Xinjun. Facing this new intensity, she felt a flicker of fear.

“Sister Ling, if I wanted to take you away, would you come with me?”

Song Ling was confused. She didn’t understand what Li Xinjun meant and didn’t know how to respond.

“I…”

“You wouldn’t?” Disappointment washed over Li Xinjun.

“No, it’s not that… But why are you asking this? I don’t understand.”

“Sister Ling, I like you. I want to be with you forever. Will you spend your life with me?”

Li Xinjun’s blunt confession stunned Song Ling. She thought she must be dreaming. It felt so unreal. She pinched herself to confirm that she was awake and then realized that Li Xinjun had indeed confessed her love for her.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” Song Ling couldn’t believe her ears.

Unable to express her feelings in words, Li Xinjun leaned in and kissed Song Ling’s lips. It was their first kiss while both were fully conscious. Song Ling froze, shocked, but as the kiss deepened, she melted into it, responding to Li Xinjun’s passion.

Li Xinjun, feeling Song Ling’s reciprocation, grew bolder. She sensed that Song Ling felt the same way. Some things didn’t need to be spoken. She lost herself in the kiss, her hands exploring Song Ling’s body, wanting to merge with her completely.

After a while, they broke apart, breathless. Li Xinjun, reluctant to let go, looked at Song Ling intently, repeating her question.

“Do you understand now? Will you be with me?”

Song Ling was overwhelmed. Li Xinjun had so easily expressed the words that she had been afraid to utter. Hongli’s presence had cast a shadow of doubt over their relationship.

She had thought Li Xinjun would choose Hongli and had even prepared herself to leave quietly, offering them her blessings.

She hadn’t imagined that Li Xinjun felt the same way. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced Li Xinjun, releasing all the pent-up emotions she had been suppressing. Li Xinjun, mistaking Song Ling’s tears for sadness over their unconventional love, said,

“Sister Ling, don’t cry. If you don’t want this, I won’t force you. Please don’t cry.”

“No, it’s not that! I’m just so happy! Jun’er, I like you! I want to be with you forever! I wanted to confess my feelings back in Chen Family Village, but so much happened, and we were separated. When I returned and saw you and the Emperor getting along so well, I thought you liked him, so I gave up on confessing. I didn’t realize you felt the same way.” Song Ling explained, her voice choked with emotion.

“Really? Then will you leave this place with me? I want to take you somewhere where no one knows us.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you. But Jun’er, why do you suddenly want to leave? Did something happen at the banquet?”

“It’s because of Brother Hongli, no, the Emperor. He confessed his feelings for me, but I rejected him. When he found out that I was in love with someone else, he got angry and threatened to issue a decree, summoning me to the palace. I don’t want to enter the palace, and I definitely don’t want to be his Empress! You’re the only one I want! So we have to leave.”

“I can’t believe he would do that. He always treated you so well. I thought he would be a good match for you. But it’s not too late. Where do you want to go, Jun’er?”

“I don’t know. We just have to leave, now! I’m afraid it’ll be too late once the Emperor issues his decree tomorrow.”

“Then let’s leave immediately. I’m not afraid, as long as I’m with you.”

Li Xinjun, touched, kissed Song Ling again. They embraced, their passion reignited. They quickly packed a few belongings and left under the cover of darkness.

Li Xinjun left a note for Grand General Duoluo, explaining that she had found her true happiness and was choosing to pursue it. She apologized for leaving without saying goodbye.

Hand in hand, they left the mansion. As it was the capital, the city gates were heavily guarded, and they were already closed for the night. Trying to force their way out would only cause trouble, so they decided to wait until the gates opened in the morning.

They found an abandoned house near the east gate and decided to spend the night there, ready to leave at dawn. They lay down on a wooden bed, their minds racing, unable to sleep.

Li Xinjun turned on her side, facing Song Ling. Song Ling, meeting her gaze, felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She buried her face in Li Xinjun’s chest.

Li Xinjun wrapped her arms around Song Ling, holding her close. Now that they had confessed their feelings, their intimacy felt natural, no longer awkward or hesitant.

“Sister Ling, we’ll never be apart again after tomorrow. But we might be hunted by the authorities. We might have to live in hiding. Do you regret this?”

“No. We can hide in the wilderness, living a carefree life as hermits.”

“But you might never see your master or your fellow disciples again. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Didn’t you say my master called you my destined soulmate? She predicted that I would have a solitary life, and that I would face a great tribulation. But if I found my destined soulmate and held onto them, I would overcome the tribulation, not only saving my own life but also finding lifelong happiness with you.”

“Did she tell you when this tribulation would occur?”

“No, she just said that if I found that person, I shouldn’t let them go and should cherish them. Then everything would be alright.”

“Sister Ling, I don’t know if I’m truly your destined soulmate, but I will do everything in my power to protect you and cherish our love.”

“I will never betray your trust.”

“Sister Ling, I love you.”

“Jun’er, I love you too.”

Song Ling leaned in and kissed Li Xinjun’s lips. Li Xinjun responded passionately, their long-suppressed feelings erupting, their bodies seeking more. They kissed until they were breathless, reluctantly breaking apart.

As dawn approached, Yingchun, carrying a basin of water for Li Xinjun and Song Ling to wash up, found their door unlocked. She assumed they had forgotten to lock it after their drunken revelry and was about to close it when she realized that the room was empty. A letter lay on the table, weighed down by a candlestick.

She read the letter and learned that Li Xinjun and Song Ling had left during the night. She immediately sent word to Grand General Duoluo and the Emperor. The servants in the mansion were all appointed by Hongli to attend to Li Xinjun. Now that she was gone, Yingchun feared the Emperor’s wrath.

The letter explained Song Ling and Li Xinjun’s relationship and revealed the Emperor’s attempt to force Li Xinjun into marriage. Grand General Duoluo, his hand trembling, read the letter, his heart sinking. He hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. He had assumed that the person Li Xinjun shouldn’t love was the Emperor, not another woman.

He shook his head and sighed, wondering how he could help Li Xinjun. He genuinely cared for her as his own granddaughter. Although he knew that her love for Song Ling was unconventional, he, a man who had spent his life on the battlefield, didn’t care for social conventions.

He only hoped that Li Xinjun and Song Ling would escape the capital and live the life they desired. He didn’t want to dwell on the consequences.

Chapter 36

On Friday, Li Xinjun, dressed in a blue gown, accompanied Song Ling, who wore a white dress, to the imperial palace. The palace was adorned with lavish decorations, and the grand hall was filled with officials and foreign dignitaries. Li Xinjun, hand in hand with Song Ling, was led to a seat of honor. She noticed three tables across from them occupied by foreigners with red hair and green eyes, their appearance piquing her curiosity.

Hongli, dressed in a yellow imperial robe, sat upon his throne, greeting Li Xinjun and Song Ling with a smile and a nod. Once everyone was seated, the banquet commenced. Musicians began to play their instruments, and a group of dancers entered the hall, performing an elaborate and graceful dance.

Li Xinjun watched the performance with delight, while Song Ling, her brow furrowed, scanned the room. She detected a faint demonic aura, similar to that of the jiangshi king, but much weaker. Her gaze settled on a foreigner sitting beside Prince Anling. It was Mark.

Mark and Prince Anling were seated next to the foreign envoys. Due to their fluency in foreign languages, and Mark’s British nationality, Hongli had assigned them to entertain the envoys from the British Empire.

Mark and Prince Anling chatted with the envoys, who, upon learning that Mark was also British, became even more friendly. They invited him to visit their homeland. Mark, concealing his true identity, didn’t reveal his former status as an earl. He claimed that his father was a merchant and that he had been born and raised in the Qing Dynasty, so he knew nothing about Britain.

Henry, the leader of the British envoy, expressed sympathy for Mark’s situation, lamenting that a foreigner had to live in the Qing Dynasty and be treated as an outsider. He offered to take Mark back to Britain with him.

Mark didn’t refuse. He was indeed seeking a change in his life, no longer content to live in hiding. Since he had decided to live among humans, returning to Britain would facilitate his integration into society.

The atmosphere in the hall was festive, except for Song Ling. She didn’t recognize Mark, as he had been a desiccated corpse wrapped in bandages when they met in Chen Family Village. She had never seen his true face. However, the faint demonic aura emanating from him was familiar.

Mark, to avoid unnecessary trouble, had been suppressing his aura, not wanting to attract the attention of other jiangshi. Song Ling hadn’t detected his presence until now, being in such close proximity to him.

She wasn’t certain that Mark was the jiangshi king. She just found him suspicious. She suspected that he might have been in close contact with the jiangshi king, which was why he carried a faint demonic aura. She decided to keep a close eye on him, hoping to find answers.

Li Xinjun, oblivious to Song Ling’s suspicions, was engrossed in the performance, enjoying the pastries, wine, and entertainment.

After the performance, Hongli raised his cup and proposed a toast. The officials and foreign dignitaries raised their cups in response, emptying them in a single gulp.

“General Henry, I hope you are enjoying the banquet I have prepared for you.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am honored by your hospitality. The British Empire looks forward to continued friendly relations with the Great Qing.”

“Excellent, excellent. My esteemed officials, let’s keep the festivities going! Drink, enjoy the entertainment!”

The officials, encouraged by the Emperor’s words, resumed their merrymaking. Li Xinjun, remembering her previous experience with alcohol, decided to limit her intake. After two cups, she excused herself and went outside for some fresh air.

Hongli, noticing her departure, excused himself as well and followed her. He found her standing by a pavilion, gazing at the full moon in the sky, her head resting against a pillar. The moonlight illuminated her face, making her look ethereal, like a celestial being.

Captivated by the sight, Hongli approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her and break the spell. He stood behind her, inhaling her scent.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

Li Xinjun, startled by his sudden appearance, turned around and, seeing Hongli, relaxed.

“Brother Hongli, you scared me! Why did you sneak up on me like that?”

“I saw you leave and followed you. You look beautiful tonight, Xinjun.” Hongli took her hand, repeating his compliment.

“Brother Hongli, please behave yourself.” Li Xinjun pulled her hand away.

“Xinjun, don’t you understand my feelings for you?” Hongli looked at her with longing in his eyes.

“Brother Hongli, I told you before that I don’t like it when you act like this. I thought you understood.”

“Xinjun, after all this time, don’t you have any feelings for me at all?”

As the Emperor, Hongli had never been rejected by a woman. Countless women would gladly throw themselves at him, seeking his favor. Li Xinjun was different.

“Brother Hongli, I appreciate your kindness, but my heart belongs to someone else. I’m sorry.”

If Li Xinjun had simply rejected him, he might not have felt so devastated. But to hear that the only woman he had ever loved was in love with another man was a blow to his pride, both as a man and as the Emperor.

Hongli’s face darkened. He turned away, his fists clenched, his voice cold with anger.

“Who is this man?!”

“Brother Hongli, I am grateful for your feelings, but I cannot reciprocate. I hope you understand.”

Li Xinjun, avoiding his question, turned to leave, but Hongli grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. Li Xinjun was shocked. Hongli had always treated her with respect. She hadn’t expected him to be so forceful.

She struggled to free herself from his grasp and then, turning around, slapped him hard across the face. Hongli staggered back, his hand flying to his stinging cheek.

“Your Majesty, please control yourself!” Li Xinjun, her voice cold, no longer addressing him as “Brother Hongli.”

“Since you know I am the Emperor, you should know that I can make you my Empress if I so desire!” Hongli’s voice was laced with anger.

“You!”

“I am the Son of Heaven! All the land in this empire belongs to me! If I want something, I can have it! I can make you my Empress, and I can just as easily eliminate your beloved!” Blinded by jealousy, Hongli threatened Li Xinjun, his words betraying his own principles.

“If Your Majesty harms her, I will not live another day!”

Li Xinjun glared at him, her jaw clenched. She had always considered Hongli a friend and had never thought of him as the Emperor. She hadn’t expected him to use his power to threaten her.

They stood there, facing each other, their anger palpable. Neither spoke, afraid of further escalating the situation. Finally, Hongli sighed and softened his tone, trying to salvage their relationship.

“Xinjun, I don’t want things to be like this between us. Can we just forget about this and be friends again?”

“Your Majesty, do I have a choice in the matter?” Li Xinjun was still angry. She couldn’t forgive him for threatening Song Ling’s safety.

“You! Fine! If we can’t go back to how things were, then I won’t hold back anymore! I will issue a decree tomorrow, summoning you to the palace and making you my Empress! We’ll see who can take you away from me then!” Enraged, Hongli stormed off.

Li Xinjun’s heart sank. She didn’t want to enter the palace or become the Empress. She hadn’t expected Hongli to be so serious.

“Your Majesty, you can’t do this! You can’t!” She called after him.

“My mind is made up, Xinjun. Prepare yourself for my decree.”

Hongli, his anger fueled by her formal address, ignored her pleas and left. Li Xinjun collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She hadn’t expected things to escalate to this point. Hongli, her friend, had turned against her. Indeed, being close to the Emperor was like being close to a tiger.

She felt powerless, but she wasn’t one to give up easily. She had endured so much in her life, always fighting against fate to survive. She wouldn’t accept this fate. She wiped away her tears and, composing herself, entered the grand hall.

Henry, who had stepped outside for some air, had witnessed the entire exchange between Li Xinjun and Hongli. Not wanting to get involved, he had remained hidden, observing them from a distance.