Chapter 311: Her Mother was a Noble of the Wei Dynasty.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I will not reject any request you make, but you must understand one thing, I have no personal connection with her. Even if she dies now, it won’t affect me!” Chu Yihan’s tone was icy, showing no sympathy.
“Are you really that heartless?”
“That’s it! I have no feelings for her.”
A touch of anger crossed Chu Yihan’s face. He almost wished he could peer into Su Yingxue’s thoughts.
Su Yingxue stood there like a rabbit plucked of its tiger fur, obediently silent.
Chu Yihan kept his gaze on her, his clear eyes softening as he explained, “I conquered the Yue Kingdom out of loyalty to the Great Cheng Dynasty, and I saved Sheng Ping out of honor. 1 have treated her justly and faithfully. However, I feel nothing for her. I don’t owe her anything!”
So, even if Sheng Ping were to die in front of him, he wouldn’t be moved.
“Those who are irrelevant to me have never been a concern for me.” Chu Yihan’s face remained cold, yet his eyes burned with a fiery intensity.
Su Yingxue knew that this fiery passion was reserved for her.
Her face was red, and her hair was hanging lightly on her skin. “I understand. I will convey your message.”
“Very well.” Chu Yihan tenderly ruffled her hair, filled with fondness.
His little dumpling also had times when she was silly, and she was quite cute when she was silly.
Su Yingxue shook her head, realizing her request for Chu Yihan to see Sheng Ping was a foolish idea.
Even her dying wish was not to be fulfilled!
Because the thing that made women suffer the most was not being heartless, but rather unrequited love.
Su Yingxue went to the Princess’s Manor alone. When Sheng Ping heard that Chu Yihan refused to come to see her, she spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
She leaned against the headboard weakly, her eyes filled with heartbreak and despair. “Why… is he so heartless to me? He wouldn’t even come to see me one last time.”
“Princess, there has always been a misunderstanding. He has never felt any affection for you,” Su Yingxue calmly explained. She didn’t want to hurt Sheng Ping, but she needed to be honest.
“But he saved me. He held me and brought me back to the Great Cheng Dynasty. He…” Sheng Ping’s voice faltered as tears welled up in her eyes. “At the very least, he should remember me. Is it so impossible for me to see him one more time?”
“It’s not about the impossibility but the fact that it won’t happen!”
Su Yingxue shattered her illusions without mercy. “Princess, you can’t force someone who has never loved you to hold you in their heart. To him, you are insignificant, but to you, it’s a heart-wrenching pain.”
She had experienced this in her past life.
“For me, it’s not just heart-wrenching pain.” Sheng Ping laughed bitterly. From the moment she saw Chu Yihan, she felt as though she had fallen into an icy lake.
She had always used her own heart to warm herself, but after all these years, she finally understood that her heart was too weak and small to thaw an entire icy lake.
“I’m sorry. I can only treat your body. I can’t heal your heartache.”
Su Yingxue brought the medicine to Sheng Ping.
Sheng Ping tilted her head and drank the medicine down, her disheveled hair adding a touch of melancholic beauty.
Some of the medicinal liquid lingered at the corner of her mouth. Her despairing eyes gazed at Su Yingxue. “Dr. Su, I will tell you everything about your mother’s background. She’s actually from Great Wei…”
A surge of blood rushed up, and Sheng Ping coughed up several mouthfuls of dark, purplish blood.
She lay against the headboard as Su Yingxue hurried over to support her. “Princess, please don’t get agitated.. Steady your breath!”