CHAPTER 1382: CHAPTER 1381: I BEG YOU, RETURN HER CORPSE TO ME

Yuxing was finally carried into the room.

It was Feng Yexuan himself who carried her in.

Although Yuxing was a woman, in Feng Yexuan’s heart, she was just like Jingri and Wangyue—a man of iron and fortitude.

After placing Yuxing inside, even Feng Yexuan was ushered out.

"I don’t know if I can save her. She’s injured her heart, the damage is far too severe. I have no confidence, but I must try."

"Prince, tonight I urge you to personally guard the door, forbid anyone from entering and interrupting. Otherwise, even the slightest mistake will cost Yuxing her life."

With that, she shut the door.

Feng Yexuan knew that with her Universe Chain, she had everything she needed and required no assistance from anyone.

But judging by the grim expression on her face, he understood all too well that the possibility of saving Yuxing was almost nonexistent.

Outside, in the courtyard, Ding Chen stood under the shadow of the trees, his body stained with blood—all of it Yuxing’s.

His face was dark, exuding an air of utter despair.

"Prince, I know you wouldn’t harm Miss Chu."

Ding Chen stared at him, his eyes vacant.

Never before had he shown such disrespect before Feng Yexuan.

This was the first time. Perhaps, it would also be the last.

"But if Yuxing truly meets misfortune, I... I swear I will kill her to avenge Yuxing. And I will return my own life to you, Prince!"

Feng Yexuan pressed his thin lips together tightly, saying nothing.

Ding Chen also remained silent, yet the pain in his heart grew heavier and heavier, so suffocating that he struggled to breathe.

It hurt so much!

Why hadn’t he realized earlier that Yuxing was a girl?

If he’d known earlier, he surely... surely would have treated her well, never bullied her again or mocked her for being so much like a girlish figure and lacking the heroism of a real man.

How could he have known that the Yuxing who was always slightly less spirited than everyone else was truly a girl?

Scenes of their time together, those lingering fragments, flooded his mind. Ding Chen clenched his trembling hands, aching deeply.

She had trained with them since childhood, enduring every battle drill—exhausted, exerting herself fully.

Never had she uttered a word of complaint, nor retreated half a step.

Even during the hardest days, stranded on a battlefield facing death, she remained composed and calm.

On the frontlines with the brothers, she ate the sandy dry rations and drank water tainted with blood or muddied earth, just like everyone else.

No one spared her extra concern or care—not even him.

Because he didn’t know she was a girl...

"Yuxing..."

Ding Chen turned away, his fist slamming into the tree trunk.

The tear at the corner of his eye finally slid down.

It wasn’t possible for her to survive, for there was truly no pulse, no breath left.

Now, it was merely waiting—waiting for Chu Qianli to pretend to tinker with Yuxing’s lifeless body for a while longer, then ultimately declare that Yuxing couldn’t be saved.

Waiting for Chu Qianli to tire of her act and hand Yuxing’s body back to him.

It was only waiting, that was all.

Where was the hope?

Where was the possibility?

There was nothing. There would never be anything.

Ding Chen’s fists pounded the tree trunk, blow after blow, until his fingers bled and the trunk seemed on the verge of splintering.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He fell to his knees before Feng Yexuan.

"Prince, I beg of you... Hand over Yuxing’s body to me. I... I pledge never to seek revenge for her, never to harm Miss Chu, never to cause harm to you, Prince—ever!"

"Please, give me her body!"