Chapter 862: Chapter 599 The Grand Finale (Final Chapter)_4
Feng Yun was completely numb, her body rattled by the horse’s gallop, her legs and hips feeling as though they no longer belonged to her.
A river lay ahead. She didn’t know where she had ridden to, but there was no path forward—only the silhouette of a mounted figure standing silently by the water.
She had no idea how long he had been waiting, cloaked in coldness.
The faint glimmer of light fell into his eyes, reflecting upon the water. In the moonlight, he radiated a ghostly, chilling sheen, infused with a complex and profound emotion—was it anticipation, resolve, or an indescribable tenderness?
Feng Yun felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss.
The air around her seemed frozen.
"Yaoyao."
Wen Xingsu stood shrouded in icy coldness, facing her from afar, as if drawn by some invisible force, slowly approaching.
Feng Yun hesitated only for a split second and abruptly turned her horse to flee...
In the distance, a mass of soldiers appeared, dark and oppressive, their formations neat and armed to the teeth, casting shadows like looming mountains, closing in from all directions.
She felt like a crab trapped in an iron barrel, with no escape except toward the man behind her...
Feng Yun remained rooted to the spot, her feet seemingly frozen to the ground.
Only her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Wen Xingsu.
Defiant and unyielding.
"My lady, don’t run. We won’t harm you." Shentu Jiong called out from among the crowd, urging her earnestly.
He was Wen Xingsu’s sworn brother and had practically watched Feng Yun grow up, watched her and her brother cherish one another more than life itself, and watched them come to this—at bitter odds...
Feng Yun ignored him.
Her gaze remained fixed on Wen Xingsu, her pale face void of color, her eyes heavy with a mist of silent sorrow. She stood quietly in the vastness of heaven and earth.
"Yaoyao."
Wen Xingsu stared at her, his expression utterly blank.
"Come back with me."
Feng Yun: "Dream on."
Wen Xingsu: "Don’t hate me. I’m still the older brother you can trust, just like before. Can we return to what we had?"
Feng Yun bit her teeth hard, her eyes stubbornly locked onto his.
She didn’t utter the word "hate," but the dense, irrepressible disappointment and finality she exuded far exceeded hatred...
Wen Xingsu’s gaze grew colder.
"One day, you’ll understand me... Come on. Come back with me."
His voice grew colder, an edge of command cutting through.
It wasn’t a plea—it was an order.
If she refused, the soldiers would capture her and drag her back.
Feng Yun’s gaze remained fixed on him, and at that moment, a sharp whistle rang out near her ears...
Her shoulders tensed.
The sound—it was identical to the whistling arrow she fired.
Exactly the same.
Almost as the whistle echoed, sharp shouts and the roar of battle erupted not far away. A thunder of hooves surged forth like an unstoppable tide...
The chaotic pounding of hooves electrified Feng Yun.
"Hyah—!"
Instinctively, she galloped toward the direction of the sound.
"Everyone, be careful! Don’t hit the wrong target!"
It was Sang Jiao by Chunyu Yan’s side, shouting fervently at the sight of Feng Yun.
"It’s Her Ladyship!"
"Don’t be afraid, My Lady! The King has brought troops to rescue you!"
Feng Yun said nothing, nor did she have time to speak, only galloping frantically forward. Wen Xingsu was right beside her, barely three zhang apart...
Swish!
An arrow cut through the air, streaking past her.
Feng Yun flinched in fright and turned her head to look.
Wen Xingsu was catching up.
He was about to overtake her.
Despair seized her as she pulled the reins tighter, urging the horse forward toward the riverbank...
The horse seemed to sense something as well and suddenly leapt into the air...
Unable to steady herself, Feng Yun tilted precariously, on the verge of falling.
"Watch out!" A low voice suddenly rang out beside her, familiar and devoid of mockery. It shot forth from the chaos at the very instant her body lifted off the horse.
In one fluid motion, a long arm grabbed her, settling her back onto the saddle and charging forward...
The entire rescue was as seamless as flowing water, unbelievably swift.
Sitting securely now on his horse, Feng Yun finally returned to her senses after the shock.
"Chunyu Yan!"
"Hold on tight!"
Chunyu Yan galloped fiercely, his cold and enigmatic mask catching chilling moonlight. With his right arm wrapped around Feng Yun and his left hand clutching the reins, his cloak fluttered wildly in the wind—a fierce, unyielding figure like a white knight forged from bloodshed. But on one shoulder, blood had already soaked through his magnificent robes...
Feng Yun glanced back momentarily.
He forcefully turned her head forward.
"Sit still! Focus on survival."
Feng Yun stared at his face, her gaze filled with complex emotion.
"You didn’t bring an army?"
"I brought twenty men."
"..."
This territory was under the control of the Andu Army. A large troop would’ve inevitably alerted Wen Xingsu.
Feng Yun noticed that the place where she was pressed against him was growing steadily damp; her hand reached to grasp his clothing and felt around.
