Free Web NovelChapter 115: Chapter 115: Silent Night at the Temple
Yue Yue followed the temple servant quietly through the long marble corridor. Feng Yanshen was carried ahead of her by two attendants, his body pale and still, his long robes faintly stained with dust and blood.
She didn’t say a single word the entire way.
Her steps were slow and heavy, as if each one dragged her heart further down. Her mind was in chaos.
Everything that had happened replayed again and again. Han Soi’s eyes, his anger, his pain. Only now did she realize how deeply she had wronged him.
A dull ache spread in her chest.
She lowered her head, fingers clenched tightly inside her sleeves. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally. She had faced danger, fear, and confusion nonstop, and now guilt wrapped around her heart like a chain.
They finally stopped in front of a quiet room in the inner sanctum.
"This is the high priest’s resting chamber," the servant said softly and pushed the door open. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
The attendants carefully laid Feng Yanshen onto the bed. His breathing was steady, his face calm, as if he were only sleeping. Yue Yue stood frozen beside the bed, staring at him.
The servant bowed deeply.
"Please, lady," he said urgently, "take care of the high priest."
Yue Yue blinked. "Me?"
Before she could ask more, the servant added in a rushed voice, "All the servants will leave soon. This place must remain empty."
Her heart skipped. "Leave? Why would all of you leave?"
The servant avoided her gaze. "These are temple rules. Forgive us."
With that, he bowed again and hurried out. The door closed behind him with a soft but final sound.
Yue Yue stood there in shock.
Leave... all of them?
She turned slowly to look at the bed.
How was she supposed to take care of a grown man alone?
Her fingers trembled slightly. She didn’t know medicine. She didn’t know what to do if he woke up or if his condition worsened. Anxiety crept into her chest, but her body was too tired to respond properly.
She pulled a chair closer and sat down beside the bed.
"I’ll just stay for a while," she murmured to herself.
Time passed quietly.
The room was warm, the silence heavy. Her eyelids slowly grew heavier. Her head leaned to the side, resting against the chair.
Before she realized it, Yue Yue fell asleep.
The moment her breathing became soft and steady, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Feng Yanshen gazed at her quietly.
She was sitting there, small and fragile, her brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, as if worry followed her into her dreams.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He slowly sat up, careful not to make any sound. His eyes never left her face.
"Yue Yue," he whispered.
No response.
His smile deepened. "Yue Yue."
Still nothing.
He leaned closer and gently lifted his hand, brushing his thumb against her cheek. Her skin was warm.
"Yue Yue," he said softly, his voice low and intimate, "you can only be mine."
His eyes darkened.
"If one path doesn’t work," he continued quietly, "then I’ll take another."
The smile on his lips became sharper, more charming, and more dangerous.
She shifted slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake. He straightened, his gaze turning cold.
Han Soi...
If he couldn’t remove that man directly, then he would destroy everything around him instead.
He had realized the importance of that wild man in his Yue Yue’s heart. He couldn’t take any action recklessly. He had to play this game very clearly.
He couldn’t lose his Yue Yue, nor could he tolerate her affection for any other wild man.
That wild man would be left with nothing in his Yue Yue’s heart, no position, no love, and definitely not a husband position.
I’ll make him lose it all, he thought, delight flickering in his eyes.
There wasn’t a single trace of guilt in his heart.
He was the high priest, supposed to be pure, restrained, and above worldly desire. But none of that mattered to him now.
In his eyes, love was possession.
And desire justified everything.
"For you," he murmured softly, looking at Yue Yue again, "I can cross any line."
Status meant nothing. Morality meant nothing.
All he wanted was her.
He stood beside her for a long moment, looking at her sleeping face.
Then suddenly, without hesitation, he reached out.
Yue Yue felt her body lift from the chair, but she didn’t wake up. His arms were strong and steady as he pulled her against his chest and carried her toward the bed. He placed her gently on the soft mattress, arranging her as if she belonged there.
As if she had always belonged there.
He lay down beside her immediately.
His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close until there was no space left between them. Her head rested against his chest. Her warmth seeped into him, and he closed his eyes slowly, breathing in her scent deeply.
It was familiar and addicting.
For the past days, he had been away from her.
Only he knew what kind of pain that distance caused.
It wasn’t normal pain. It was agonizing. He couldn’t control it.
He had been furious, so furious that his mind had nearly collapsed into chaos.
A mental riot had always raged inside him, crashing again and again, threatening to break free. But he had been suppressing it for so long, forcing himself to remain calm, forcing himself to remain sane.
But he had lost his sanity and control the moment he found out she had given birth to another man’s child. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
That was the moment everything shattered.
Bloodshot red filled his vision.
His reason disappeared.
His mind exploded into madness.
He didn’t remember what he did afterward.
There were gaps, broken memories, and only fragments remained.
He remembered a violent storm, acting completely like a wild beast.
He remembered thunder tearing through his spiritual sea, waves crashing endlessly, destroying everything in their path. His spiritual scene had turned dark and chaotic, filled with rage so intense that even he had trembled.
He felt like his soul was burning in Hell’s fire. He wanted to give up, but he knew he couldn’t. The beast side of him was provoking him to give up, but he could only hold on.
His hands tightened unconsciously around her waist.
A deep, suppressed groan escaped his throat as flashes of that scene returned to him.
