After Transmigrating Into The Weak Villain Chapter 104

Chapter 104

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“Little Yin, Little Yin…” 

Shen Chu’s hand had just reached out and was immediately tightly grasped. 

“Brother, I’m here.” Shen Yin came forward, just like when they were children, extending her hand to gently stroke his head. “What happened? What’s wrong?” 

“I seem to have… done something wrong.” His hand trembled, “He should have had a better life… Little Yin, he could have been a good emperor, he could have—” 

“Brother?” Shen Yin comforted him, asking, “Are you dreaming?” 

“That’s not a dream.” 

He fell silent for a moment before hoarsely saying, “He isn’t fake, that world isn’t fake either…” 

“Brother, brother…” Shen Yin sighed, supporting his shoulders. The two laid back on the soft bed, under the moonlight. Shen Chu could clearly see every subtle change in his sister’s expression at this moment. 

She was worried about him. 

“Brother, no matter what happens, no matter how you change, I hope you can always be happy and joyful. Don’t be entangled by illness, don’t be surrounded by pain. This world is beautiful, and I hope… what you and I see is the same brightness, the same warmth.” 

“Not an endless nightmare.” 

“Nor endless worries.” 

A gentle kiss landed on Shen Chu’s forehead. 

He remembered that someone had kissed his forehead like this before, telling him that as long as he was happy, it was good enough. 

As if something was overlapping. 

Shen Yin smiled gently. 

“True life is a continuous cycle of encounters and farewells, a constant experience of sorrows and joys. The roads we’ve walked, the people we’ve loved, the countless landscapes we’ve seen, and the exchange of different souls… These things come and go, and what is left in the end is the real life that belongs to you. I’m working hard to live my own life. I hope brother won’t be trapped by the past anymore and can truly enjoy the life that belongs to him.”

The moonlight poured into the room, cool and tranquil. 

Trapped in the suffocating darkness of that confined space, the person who never managed to escape, who was never saved, was only him. 

His fingers unconsciously scratched, and he lowered his eyes, avoiding Shen Yin’s gaze. 

“Little Yin…” 

Shen Chu choked up, sighing softly, “You’ve grown up, truly grown up.” 

But she came closer, her warm hand covering his cold cheek. 

Their hands intertwined, tightly enveloping Shen Chu’s cold hands. 

Like a gesture of prayer. 

The two lay facing each other on the bed, and Shen Chu couldn’t help but raise his eyes. Their gazes met, and her eyes were unexpectedly clear and bright. 

“Brother, my wedding, will you send me off?” Shen Yin looked at his changing expression. Now that she heard his condition wasn’t severe, she breathed a sigh of relief and became cheerful again. 

She pulled him up, making him sit and stand at the bedside, leaning down. 

She held Shen Chu’s wrist, guiding his hand to touch her head, lifting a radiant smile.

“Brother, accompany me.” 

With pointed little tiger teeth, she blinked gently. 

“I want you to see what a truly hopeful life looks like.” 

After saying that, she seemed a bit shy, chuckling again. 

***

“Turn a bit to the left… No, no, no, ahhhh—” 

After secretly practicing driving for two days, Shen Chu officially hit the road on the third day, which, clearly, didn’t go smoothly. 

Sitting in the back, holding a bouquet of flowers, Shen Yin was abruptly pulled forward by the emergency brake and was restrained by the seatbelt. 

The champagne-colored bouquet smashed against the glass, and petals scattered. 

Shen Chu also broke into a sweat. Glancing at Shen Yin, whose hairstyle was a bit disheveled, through the rearview mirror, he felt apologetic, “I…” 

“Brother!” 

Frowning, Shen Yin accused, “Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want me to remain unmarried? I see through you!” 

A faint laughter echoed in his mind. 

“Stop laughing. Keep teaching!” Shen Chu complained angrily in his mind. 

Original Chu began to instruct again, “The brake and gas pedal positions, don’t mix them up again. Listen to the navigation, go to the far right lane, turn the steering wheel fifteen degrees, yes, then…” 

After a pause, calmly stating, “You turned too much; you’ll hit…” Before he could finish, the front of the car grazed a flower bed, and once again, a harsh brake made Shen Yin wide-eyed. 

“Brother, have you been drinking! It’s illegal! Can’t you drive? If not, let me do it!” 

“Sit tight. Where does a bride drive herself to her wedding…” 

“It’s better than the bride having an accident!” 

“Tch, what are you saying.” 

Shen Chu, who usually excelled at everything, felt a bit uncomfortable being criticized in a skill for the first time. The church was in a remote area, and this area was easy to navigate. 

After catching some feeling, Shen Chu quickly got the hang of it. 

It was a sunny summer day. 

By the flourishing lakeside, a white church stood pure and solemn. 

He held Shen Yin’s hand, walking over a long red carpet strewn with flower petals.

The priest in front passed judgment, a tall and graceful man stood like a pine, quietly waiting. 

The three-meter-long veil trailed behind, sweeping up pink rose petals. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting dappled patterns on the people. 

He handed that hand over to another man. 

As his nose tingled, at this moment, a letter was silently slipped into his hand. 

Shen Yin turned her head and winked playfully at him. 

“Mr. Lu Chuan, do you want to marry Miss Shen Yin to be your wife? From now on, support and rely on each other for a lifetime. Whether in sickness or health, poverty or wealth, smooth or rough, do you willingly love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her, and remain loyal to her throughout your life?” 

A clear male voice echoed in the church. “I do.” 

Shen Chu sat below, took out the paper, and slowly unfolded it. 

It read: 

[Brother, In recent days, I feel like you’ve returned to the way you were when I was a child. Probably because of the illness. At first, I was really panicked and scared. I said a lot of hurtful things to you, I’m sorry. 

Actually, I’m not a brave person; I’m afraid of many things. 

I fear that my health will deteriorate, and I won’t be able to accompany my loved one in old age. I fear that my death will bring endless pain and torment to him, just like when Mom died, you became so fragile, as if your whole self was completely destroyed. Because I love him, I don’t want to give him such a life. 

But now, I’ve decided to marry the person in front of me. 

Still because I love him.

Brother, do you know? When I said I didn’t like the old you, it’s because, back then, you didn’t seem like a person living life; it seemed like a machine executing a program. People and machines are different; people have hearts. Life is also different from a program; it’s full of variables. No one really can’t live without someone. I can live without you, and you can live without me. We are the closest family in this world, and until old age, until death, we will deeply love each other. But at the same time, we should have our own complete, beautiful expectations and loves. 

You always seem to think that this world is incredibly bleak, as if there is no light. 

But look at me. 

I am an orphan whose parents committed suicide when I was five. Severe lung disease almost prevented me from going to school. Several surgeries struggled on the brink of death. 

Actually, my life seems terrifying too, right? 

But now, I don’t find it scary at all.

Because, in this world, I met that fool who, despite knowing how hopeless my life is, is desperately trying to pull me out of this abyss. 

Sometimes, as long as one person is alive, it seems like there is still hope in this world. You wrote this in your journal.

But, no. 

Brother, only by letting go of the only hope can one walk out of true despair. 

There are many words, and when I see my brother, I always don’t know how to say them. I’m afraid that if I speak, I’ll cry again. I know you don’t like it when I cry. 

So, I will let you see me smile.] 

Shen Chu’s eyes reddened slightly, he lifted his eyes, just in time to hear the priest reading. 

“Miss Shen Yin, do you want to marry Mr. Lu Chuan as your husband? From now on, support and rely on each other for a lifetime. Whether in sickness or health, poverty or wealth, smooth or rough, do you willingly love him, understand him, respect him, support him, and remain loyal to him throughout your life?” 

The girl’s gentle voice echoed in the church. 

“I do.” 

She was smiling, so warmly. 

Like the scorching sunlight of this midsummer, seemingly melting all the ice. 

***

Great Wei. 

Entering the capital. 

When Jiang Yanchi rushed to the relay station more than ten miles outside the city gate, the sun was shining brightly. Zhao Lingqu’s injuries were extremely severe, and after a bumpy journey, his face turned pale. Seeing the emperor, he dodged like seeing a ghost several times. 

Zhou Wen didn’t say a word, he tied up the person first, loaded him onto the horse, and carried him back. 

After arriving at the station, Zhao Lingqu, who was severely injured, looked at the broken banners under the high city wall, snorted coldly, and walked over, stepping onto the top of the west gate tower. 

He tied Zhao Lingqu to a stone pillar, not in a hurry to kill him, and fed him for half a day with food and clean water. 

In the middle of the night, a group of intercepted people arrived. 

The emperor was not in a hurry to kill, but those were all dead soldiers. Once captured, they would bite the poison hidden in their teeth. Fortunately, when the last one was captured, he acted very quickly, kicked him in the mouth, kicked several teeth, and then lifted his hand to dislocate the jawbone. This saved his life, and he was taken to the Zhao Prison for overnight interrogation. 

After waiting for two more days like this, Zhao Lingqu, who was seriously injured, was in danger of losing his life. 

When Jiang Yanchi was about to think that Su Mingan was really going to shrink his head to the end, he finally appeared under the city wall. 

Alone. 

He really couldn’t let go of Zhao Lingqu. 

The first thing he said was, “Your Majesty, do you know how Duan Niang Niang survived alone in the palace of this Great Wei as an enemy country princess?” 

Jiang Yanchi pursed his lips, his expression slightly cold, and remained silent, but he didn’t rush to refute. 

Su Mingan couldn’t figure it out for a while, only felt that there was still some hope, so he persuaded again. 

“Your Majesty, think again. If Emperor Xuanhe didn’t pass away back then, would you be born smoothly in this world?” 

Su Mingan remained silent for a long time and finally bowed down in front of the city wall. He neatly raised his hands to his forehead. 

“I know that, Your Majesty is young and passionate. It’s inevitable to be moved by love. But Zhao Lingqu is your close uncle, your relative. He has never done anything wrong to Your Majesty. He is also the blood relative brother of Duan Niang Niang. I know Your Majesty hates me to the bone…” 

Su Mingan closed his eyes slowly. 

“Your Majesty, kill me and spare General Zhao.” 

The young emperor, who had not uttered a word, ordered someone to tie Su Mingan down and, without any struggle, he was dragged to the city wall, chained with iron chains. 

Zhao Lingqu saw Su Mingan and immediately stomped excitedly, his mouth stuffed with white cloth, making it unclear what he was saying. Sweating under fear, he shook his head desperately. 

Jiang Yanchi asked without speaking. 

He ordered to first release Zhao Lingqu. 

Su Mingan’s eyes softened slightly. 

But he saw him suddenly draw a knife and fiercely stab it into Zhao Lingqu’s chest, the sound of the blade cutting through the skin slowly ringing out. Su Mingan’s eyes became sharp in an instant. “Stop! Jiang Yanchi, he is really your uncle. He is the last prince of the Yue Clan. Jiang Yanchi, do you think the people of Great Wei will truly treat you sincerely? If it weren’t for me, if I didn’t hand over the throne to you, how could you…” 

The knife gradually deepened, finally piercing through the body, and fresh blood gushed out. 

Wiping the blood on his hands, “My throne was given to me by Chu Xie.” 

His eyes lifted slightly, watching Zhao Lingqu spit out blood with a mouthful, gradually losing breath. 

“He’s dead. So, why should you all live?” 

Jiang Yanchi did it on purpose. 

He wanted Zhao Lingqu to die in front of him.

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