Why Is This Treacherous Minister Injured Again?

“You can bear the infamy for all eternity. I’ll be the one who cries myself sleepless.”

The moment Xu Congxin closed the novel, her heart hurt so much she could hardly breathe.

He was the ruthless, all-powerful traitorous chancellor Zhang Wuhui, and also Pei Zhao, loyal and honorable, who endured every humiliation. He was the man Xu Congxin would cross time and space to find.

Everyone said Zhang Wuhui was a cancer on the dynasty, a sinner in the history books.

But Xu Congxin knew that behind every wicked deed of his lay another ledger.

The hand with which he moved the pieces once curled into her hair; his bloodstained lips once kissed her eyes.

Firelight flickered, revealing the crisscrossed scars on his back. New wounds layered over old, arrow scars over knife marks, leaving almost no skin unmarked.

“Pei Zhao, next time we meet, can you please not be hurt?”

Only later did Xu Congxin realize that, in the end, she could not save this blood-soaked man.

She knew the original novel’s plot and the fate of every character, especially the tragic ending destined for Pei Zhao. This foreknowledge had brought her immense pain and helplessness from the very beginning.

Before Chengtian Gate, blood stained the setting sun.

His bloodied lips brushed her forehead in a kiss:

“I'm sorry.”

The red Bodhi cord snapped.

“Xu Congxin, I love you.”

Those were the last words she heard before she vanished.

As she disappeared into the flowing light, he gazed at the empty city tower and smiled: Heaven has taken pity on me, sending a bright pearl to light my road through the night.

But she ought to return to the world with its colored-glass lamps,

back to the warmth of her parents’ embrace,

to live safely and happily in that peaceful age.