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The Red Lantern in the corridor emitted a piercing light, while the fragrance from the Auspicious Beast Incense Burner lingered in the wedding chamber, hazily spreading everywhere. The oppressive atmosphere, tainted by the strong scent of blood and rain, made it hard to breathe. Fu Yihang's gaze swept across the large red "happiness" character on the window, table, and box, feeling as if it mocked him with its slanted appearance, some of it falling away with the wind. Stumbling, he lowered his head, his eyes landing on the lifeless Yun Kexin. He crouched down and held her tightly in his arms.
“Yun Kexin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” two streams of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, dripping onto Yun Kexin's blood-stained lips. “I had no choice; my family forced me into this.”
Standing not far away, Yun Ran was shocked by this stark contrast before her. Her mouth fell open in disbelief: she had finally witnessed Fu Yihang poison Yun Kexin, thinking she could finally "hold her head high" and smoothly "take her place." Little did she expect to see such a result. She thought Fu Yihang had lost his mind and bravely stepped forward, softly saying:
“Brother Fu, once someone is dead, they cannot come back to life. Don't be too sad.” She felt delighted inside but had to feign sorrow, making her words sound awkward.
However, Fu Yihang seemed lost in another world, his expression blank as if he were unaware of Yun Ran's presence in the wedding chamber. His eyes never left Yun Kexin, filled with tenderness at times, bitterness at others, and an overwhelming sense of grief—once a charming and lovely woman, now dead in such a tragic manner by his own hand. Fu Yihang felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
He remained silent as he used his sleeve to wipe away the blood from Yun Kexin's hair, cheeks, and lips. A cold wind blew in, tousling her hair and scattering it across her face.
“Yun Kexin loved beauty most. She didn't like to appear dirty,” a faint smile of despair appeared at the corners of Fu Yihang's pale lips as he leaned down close to Yun Kexin's ear and whispered softly, “I'll help you change your clothes.”
With that, he lifted her up with determination and stood up unsteadily.
“Brother Fu, don’t do this.” Yun Ran, convinced that Fu Yihang had gone mad, hurriedly approached and grabbed his arm. “Seventh Sister is already dead. She's gone; wake up, Fu—”
Before Yun Ran could finish her sentence, she was met with a cold glare from Fu Yihang. Frightened, she shut her mouth and instinctively withdrew her hand. Fu Yihang carried Yun Kexin to the bed and gently laid her down. He returned to the inner room to fetch a new red dress and then went to the washroom to bring out a basin of water.
He wrung out a towel and began to wipe Yun Kexin's face and neck. As he wiped her hands, Yun Ran saw that he was about to unfasten Yun Kexin's clothing and immediately felt a surge of jealousy. Burning with envy, she rushed forward but suddenly realized something. Lowering her voice submissively, she reached for the dry cloth in Fu Yihang's hand:
“Brother Fu, let me do it; Seventh Sister is a woman; it's not very convenient.”
Fu Yihang furrowed his brows and shook off Yun Ran's hand, coldly snorting:
"Yun Kexin is my wife, and I am her husband. What is inappropriate about a husband serving his wife?"
"Then... let me help you," Yun Ran said reluctantly, trying to get closer.
"Get lost!" Fu Yihang's gaze returned to Yun Kexin, and he spoke coldly, "This is my own business; it has nothing to do with you."
Yun Ran never expected Fu Yihang to treat her this way. She recalled how he had begged her to approach Father and Mother, even Uncle and Aunt, to marry Yun Kexin, flattering her in every way possible. After Yun Kexin's death, he would marry her and make her the legitimate wife. From the wedding until Yun Kexin's death, she had witnessed Fu Yihang's cold mockery and vicious insults towards Yun Kexin...
No, when Yun Kexin collapsed from poisoning, she clearly saw Fu Yihang's heart-wrenching grief. Was that why he stopped her from using Yun Ke's matter to provoke Yun Kexin? What was wrong with Fu Yihang? What kind of person was he? After knowing him for over ten years, she still couldn't truly understand him. Unable to reach his heart, Yun Ran looked on in fear and despair as he gently caressed the still warm face of Yun Kexin and then kissed her lips.
"Yun Kexin, I admit," Fu Yihang pressed his face against Yun Kexin's side and closed his eyes, "General Yun Ke was framed by the Fu Family. Uncle used the Tartar invasion of Great Taihe to incite me to persuade you to ask General Yun Ke for something—the military seal—fabricating a marching route and framing him for treason, erasing the entire Yun family. Yun Kexin, I am deeply sinful; how can I dare to grow old with you? If you knew the truth, you would surely leave me. Rather than this..."
Fu Yihang trembled uncontrollably as tears poured out like a flood breaking through a dam, soaking a part of Yun Kexin's hair.
"Originally, my father and mother along with Aunt planned to execute you when the Yun family fell into captivity, but I couldn't bear it," Fu Yihang stammered through sobs. "I must marry you; this is what I promised you. In the end, although my father and mother agreed, they forced me to swear an oath that I could never consummate the marriage with you. If I violated it, any offspring would be drowned on the spot because they... they could not allow the blood of the Yun family to remain; it would be raising a tiger for trouble..." Fu Yihang was already in tears, unable to speak coherently. "Yun Kexin, I hate you for being a member of the Yun family. I hate myself even more for being a member of the Fu Family. That’s why I scolded you harshly and made you drink poison. Yun Kexin, do you know that my heart was already shattered at that time?"
Yun Kexin's body was gradually becoming stiff and cold, but Fu Yihang remained oblivious, holding her even tighter.
"Wife, are you very cold? I know you are afraid of the cold. Don't worry; if I hold you, you won't be cold anymore." Perhaps sensing the chill of the corpse in his arms, Fu Yihang frantically rubbed Yun Kexin's face, shoulders, and arms while murmuring to himself, "You used to tease me for warmth; I would tease back. Alright then; today I'm not teasing you anymore; I'll warm you up."
Fu Yihang desperately kissed Yun Kexin's cheeks, ears, neck, and arms, but no matter what he did, he could not elicit a response from her—his lips felt as if they were touching ice.
"I understand, the act can warm the body, it can," Fu Yihang said as he threw the towel in his hand aside, laid Yun Kexin flat on the bed, and began to undress himself. "You won't be cold anymore."
Yun Ran gasped and covered her mouth in shock. She could hardly believe that Fu Yihang actually intended to "perform the act" with Yun Kexin's corpse?! Was he insane? Was he out of his mind?
Without a second thought, she lunged forward, grabbing Fu Yihang's hand and pleading desperately, "Brother Fu, wake up! Seventh Sister is already dead, she's dead! How can you do this with a corpse? Are you crazy?" (To be continued)
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