Chapter Eighteen: Another Turbulent Wave Rises

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  "Let go of the princess!" Han Lin, who was waiting outside the door, pulled Mu Mu over and hugged her in his arms as soon as he saw Xuan Yu and Mu Mu holding hands.

  "She is my queen!" Xuan Yu pulled on Mo's arm, about to pull her into his own embrace.

  "That's enough!" Mo Mo shouted loudly, successfully breaking free from their struggle. Frowning, she turned around and left.

  "Hmph!", the two people behind Mo Mo exchanged a disapproving glance, glared at each other, and then turned to leave. Same temperament, same character, but different styles.

  "Xuan Yu, no matter if you are a prince or a son-in-law, as long as you understand that Mo Mo is mine!" Han Lin warned Xuan Yu without turning his head.

  "Don't forget, you're just a bodyguard. Besides, the one she loves isn't you! Tomorrow, it's me who will be marrying Mo Mo!" Xuan Yu loudly retorted to Han Lin, neither of them willing to give in.

  On the eve of her big wedding, Mo Mo stroked the wedding dress on the bed, looking a bit worried. "Princess, go to sleep early, we have to get up early tomorrow." Rong Rong was holding a towel to wipe Mo Mo's hands, but was pushed away.

  "Come out with me for a walk." Mo Mo stood up and led the way out of the door, Rong Rong grabbed a cloak and followed him out.

  The big moon spreads its cool light all over the ground, everything is so hazy, like the ink that wants to lift this layer of gauze, crawling up a fake hill, just like when I was a kid and encountered unhappy things, I would find the highest place to sit for a while, letting the wind blow through my body, dispersing my worries.

  Rongrong tied the cloak for Momo and sat beside her, gazing at the big moon. "Princess, don't you want to go to Loulan?" Rongrong only dared to say such a rebellious thing after making sure there was no one around.

  "Hmm, but... I have to go anyway... If I don't find it... I can live for three more years." Momo muttered to herself. Rongrong didn't hear clearly and asked what Momo said, but Momo just shook her head, looking at the moon with a smile.

  "Princess, let's head back a bit earlier today." Rong Rong turned her head to look at Mo Mo. Suddenly, she discovered that a streak of tears had rolled down Mo Mo's face.

  "Rong Rong. Do you know where people go after they die?" Mo Mo still gazed at the moon.

  "I don't know. But I think... those who have passed away hope that the living are happy." Rong Rong replied carefully, choosing her words.

  "Is happiness? Still three years... Happiness. It's also good to be by his side." Mo Mo stood up, pulled out the hairpin from her head, and let her hair dance in the wind. The pale blue cloak shone with a soft light under the moonlight. She took off the soul-calling device from her neck, watching as the yellowish light slowly dissipated, replaced by a faint blue glow.

  "Li Wuye, your goal has been achieved. Are you going to leave me now?" thought Mo Mo.

  "Princess, tomorrow's affairs are for tomorrow to think about. If today is thought out well, then it's done. But no one can guarantee that there won't be changes tomorrow. Things depend on human effort. Thinking too much will only add trouble to oneself."

  "Yes, I don't want to think anymore" Closing her eyes, she felt the moonlight pouring down on her ink-black hair, tilting her head back to let the wind play with her long locks, puffing out her cloak, and letting her skirt dance in the breeze. The figure at the foot of the mountain stood still for a long time, gazing up at the spirit-like girl in the wind on the mountain, cold and beautiful.

  "Princess, it's getting late, go back to bed." Rong Rong successfully persuaded Mo Mo to return to her bedroom and sleep, waiting for the arrival of the grand wedding.

  "Is the princess awake?" The voice was quite loud, and even if she didn't want to get up, she had to. She had lain in bed for a long time before falling asleep last night, so she got out of bed with a bad temper. Frowning, she lifted the quilt and saw Rongrong carrying a copper basin, leading a group of palace maids to help Mo wash her hair.

  "Oh, I completely forgot that today is the big wedding day" Rubbing her eyebrows, she stared blankly at Feng Feng who was busy running back and forth. A deliberate coughing sound came from the doorway, and Mo Mo naturally looked up to see Han Lin standing at the door with a resentful expression, blocked by the palace maid.

  "I'm ready, let him in." Mo Mo waved away the busy crowd. As she looked at Han Lin's shining eyes approaching her, she regretted letting him in earlier.

  "Alright, Han Lin... today is my big wedding day... besides, I'm also... not worth your love. How could you possibly find that missing person in three years? You... should just stay and find a good girl instead." Mo Mo didn't dare to look at Han Lin's face, thinking that his face would definitely be even more melancholic than before.

  "He He" Han Lin lifted He He's face, making her stare at him straight, "No matter what decision you make, remember that it doesn't represent me! I said I'd follow you, and I'll keep following until I can't move anymore!" Han Lin gently cupped He He's stunned face and kissed the silly forehead in his palm. The cool lips brought back He He's senses, and she suddenly pushed Han Lin away, staring at him steadily "Han Lin, you said before that you also had a purpose for getting close to me... I'm not afraid... of the truth you'll say." He He's heart ached slightly as she recalled those words: For the sake of the Soul Instrument, I will make you fall in love with me willingly!

  Han Lin looked at Mo's tightly furrowed brow, and unconsciously gathered his own sword-like eyebrows. He stepped forward and grasped Mo's hand, "My purpose is only one, that is: to love you, no longer let you be lonely, no longer let you struggle alone."

  "You... why are you doing this again... I clearly know that the one I love is not..." Mo Mo pulled out his own hand, wanting to turn around and not let Han Lin see his tearful eyes. But was grasped by Han Lin's shoulders, fixed in place, and his words were interrupted "Don't say that... I don't want to hear it, Mo Mo, let me follow you... okay? Give me one chance"

  "Do you know what day it is today?" Mo Mo stared straight into Han Lin's eyes and found a painful expression there.

  "I know, but I won't let him touch you! Once we remove the Soul Binding artifact from your body, we'll leave the desert, leave the dynasty, and go to a place where no one knows us. We... " Mo Mo pried open his tightly grasped shoulders, "Give me a reason that makes me believe... okay?"

  "Mo Mo......" Han Lin shook his head in disbelief, staring at the person in red clothes in front of him. "Mo Mo, how..."

  "How can I not believe you?" Mo Mo finished the sentence that Han Lin didn't finish. "Han Lin, who am I? A princess? Ha ha, I don't have any blood relation with the royal family; a leader? Which thing did I accomplish? Moreover, as an illegitimate daughter, even my father doesn't know where I am; if we talk about looks, how can I compare to Jianghu's number one beauty Qianyi? And there's also Xing Ruoyu, among so many beauties you didn't choose, why come find me?" Mo Mo sneered.

  Han Lin saw skepticism in Mo Mo's eyes. "But the one I wholeheartedly like, love and think of is only you, what does others' beauty or ugliness have to do with me?"

  "May..."

  "Don't refuse, let me go to Loulan with you!" It was an order, not a question. "After the grand wedding today, we will set off immediately, and I will appear in your place of trouble. Wait for me!" After finishing speaking, Han Lin didn't wait for Mo Mo's response and walked out.

  Slumped on the stool, she turned her head to look at herself in the copper mirror, her face etched with struggle. Mo's heart was in turmoil again.