Chapter 157: Daughter's Sorrow Tears Heart Apart

  Although the people of Hacha Tribe still didn't know who Ye Chen was, just his deep and cold voice that could spread throughout the entire city was enough to prove that this person was incredibly powerful, causing everyone to tremble with fear, not daring to make a sound.

  Leaving the Hacha tribe's royal city, Ye Chen quickly rushed back to Blue Rain City. Under the Triple Speed of the Divine Wind Step, his entire person transformed into a gust of wind.

  One hour later, Ye Chen returned to the Blue Rain Tribe from the Ha Chi Royal City.

  In the distant city wall, that blue figure is lonely and slender. Under the moonlight, she is so gentle that even steel can be wrapped around her fingers, and so beautiful that the moonlight pales in comparison. With a hint of desolation, it's as if the cold autumn wind has entered his soul, allowing Ye Chen to see a desolate yet beautiful world.

  A tall and majestic figure with a silver hue appeared in sight, after the rain, tears fell, and a smile broke out on his face, making people's hearts ache.

  She stood watch here, and finally waited for Ye Chen to return. At this moment, her blue eyes only had that one figure, and everything else in the world became void. She stepped forward from the city wall, treading into the empty space with a silly expression.

  Ye Chen was suddenly shocked, the distance of thousands of meters, Shen Feng Bu five times speed unfolded, turned into a green light, and in an instant, caught Hou Yu who had lost his footing, and hugged him in his arms.

  After the rain, she seemed to be unaware of how dangerous her situation was just now. She only felt that a strong and powerful arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and a familiar masculine breath rushed towards her face. She turned her hand and tightly hugged Ye Chen, as if she would lose him if she let go.

  Ye Chen's toes touched the void for a moment, and with a swift motion, he rose into the air, spinning slowly before gently floating down onto the city wall.

  Two people gazed at each other, speechless for a long time, quietly listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing.

  "I know you'll come back, Xian'er and Miao Miao are still at Tingyu Xuan, you won't just leave like that." After a long while, Hou Yu said in a low voice, as if speaking to herself.

  "I went to the Hacha tribe's royal city, Hamontor is dead, the Hacha tribe is now in great chaos, their military strength has declined and it will be difficult for them to rise again within a hundred years, from now on the Blue Rain tribe can rest easy." Yechen changed the subject.

  After the rain, God's face darkened and said: "Yes, my Blue Rain tribe will enjoy peace for a long time. After this battle, the number of Blue Rain troops has also been greatly reduced, and the remaining brave soldiers are few. Fortunately, there is your Divine Machine Camp."

  "Return to Listening Rain Pavilion." Ye Chen said softly, and without waiting for Hou Yu's response, he pulled her along and stepped into the air.

  Back at Ting Yu Xuan, Hou Yu didn't return to her own loft. She didn't say a word and pulled Ye Chen towards the small woods on the east side of Ting Yu Xuan.

  They arrived at the place filled with lilac flowers, Ye Chen was a bit distracted, smelling the faint floral scent in the air, his heart seemed to be soft and vulnerable, looking at Hou Yu's lonely figure, a sense of guilt rose up.

  Hou Yu took out the blue guqin from her storage bag, sat cross-legged among the jasmine flowers, placed the guqin flat on her knees, and gazed at Ye Chen with a faint smile. Softly, she began to play a melancholic tune, "Ye Chen, Hou Yu will play a song for you tonight, perhaps this is the last night she'll ever play for you."

  The moonlight shone on her face, the evening breeze gently swept by, and Ye Chen felt a lump in his throat as he nodded slightly and sat down cross-legged behind Yu Xiang, quietly gazing at her.

  The sound of the zither is lingering, carrying deep nostalgia, reluctance, and sorrowful thoughts, pouring out a young girl's emotions and inner voice.

  The song like a gentle rain after the storm rose in the night sky, a melody of "Daughter's Lament" merged into the night wind, the daughter's tender feelings, a thousand threads of sorrow, heart-wrenching.

  The sky doesn't know when there will be a gentle rain falling down, the fine rain is cold and clear, like a thread of sorrowful emotions, entwining two hearts. Those tiny raindrops gather on her blue hair, under the moonlight, shining with a crystal light.

  Clear rain cold, fragrant but faint scent of lilac

  A song of sorrowful thoughts with flying flowers remaining

  The sound of the waves gradually fades into the distance

  Daughter's face is pale and tearful

  Soft sentiment, tears of crystal for you to play

  How can I bear to part with the memories of playing the zither at Wu Mountain?

  The evening star hangs, your face is hidden in my heart

  The Immortal Path is Difficult and Far-Reaching, After the Rain, Heart Remains

  Willing to accompany you for life, till the end of the sky

  Only regret that the sky and the cliff are separated by a vast emptiness, leaving only sighs.

  The raindrop song, like weeping and complaining, reveals the daughter's heartfelt words. The song expresses emotional sorrow, a melody that laments separation, every word pours out her heart, every sound pierces one's gut.

  Ye Chen's heart was filled with twists and turns, entanglements, helplessness, guilt, and finally could only shake his head and sigh.

  People are not like plants, who can be without feelings. As for Hou Yu, he is not that he doesn't like her, it's just that he can't like her. This woman, softer than water, had unknowingly entered his heart in the past six months, but he already has a Zhan Xiaoling and cannot accept this love affair.

  The music stopped, and Hou Yu silently gazed at Ye Chen, as if he wanted to carve that face into the depths of his soul. On this drizzly, chilly night with stars hanging high and a cold moon shining bleakly, sorrowful thoughts surged forth.

  "Hou Yu..." Ye Chen called out softly, breaking the silence.

  "After 'don't speak', Yu collected the guqin and walked to Ye Chen's side, gently leaning into his arms, softly saying: 'Let me lean on you, just leaning on you is good, don't say anything'."

  Ye Chen let out a deep sigh in his heart, and the small request from Yu Xiang could not be refused. He stretched out his hand to gently wrap around her, letting her lean silently on his shoulder.

  Tonight, the fine rain falls gently, wetting my hair, wetting my clothes, and also wetting my heart.

  As the night went by bit by bit, Yu Wei seemed to have fallen asleep in Ye Chen's arms, breathing evenly and quietly, with only two hearts beating in silent sync.

  Ye Chen lowered his head, gazing at her as he sniffed the fragrance between her hair, feeling an unbearable weight in his heart. He circulated the spiritual energy within his body, slowly drying off the rain-soaked clothes, and parted the spiritual light screen to keep the rainwater at bay.

  At dawn, Ye Chen got up quietly and carefully carried Hou Yu back to her boudoir.

  It had been six months since Ye Chen first entered Hou Yu's boudoir. The room was simply yet elegantly decorated. On the wall beside the dresser hung a painting, which left Ye Chen somewhat dazed.

  The person in this painting is herself, every detail of which has been painted with a sense of charm, obviously painted by Yu Ran herself, pouring all her girlish thoughts into it.

  Ye Chen gently placed Hou Yu Ping on the bed, pulled over the quilt to cover her, carefully removed her shoes and socks, gazing at that stunning face, soft and beautiful facial features. Ye Chen reached out to brush away a strand of hair stuck to her face, softly saying: "Hou Yu, I'm sorry..."

  Ye Chen took out the storage bag filled with spiritual medicine and spiritual weapons that he had collected in the Hachi royal palace, squeezed a drop of essence blood from his fingertips onto the ground, and gently placed it on Hou Yu's pillow. He stood up, looked at her deeply, turned around and left resolutely.

  Just as Ye Chen left the room, Hou Yu's face was already covered in tears, her eyelashes trembling lightly, and her tightly closed eyes opened to reveal a sorrowful gaze that was heart-wrenching.

  After leaving Ruyu's room, he walked out of the attic. It was still early and the sky had not lit up yet. Xiaoqi hadn't gotten up either. Ye Chen went straight back to his own west wing house.

  Xiao Xianfeng was curled up in her bed, sleeping sweetly, with a miniature version of Miao Miao in her arms. The big and small bodies were snuggled up together.

  Ye Chen walked over to the bedside and picked up Xiao Xianfeng and Miao Miao.

  Meow...

  Meow woke up and seemed to know that Ye Chen was leaving, looked at him with one eye and then put his head back into Xiaoxian Shuang's arms, closing his eyes to continue sleeping.

  Ye Chen took the two little ones out of the west wing, turned around and silently looked at the attic where Hou Yu lived, reluctantly stepped into thin air and disappeared into Tingyu Xuan in the blink of an eye.

  After the rain, she leaned lightly on the wooden railing of the building, holding in her hand the storage bag left by Ye Chen, staring blankly as he walked away.

  That figure faded away, but the breath remained, lingering in my heart, without any words of farewell, not even a single word of parting, only the silent tears flowing down to express the sorrow and reluctance in my heart.

  Out of Blue Rain City, Ye Xiu accelerated to three times the speed, heading straight south. He didn't even go say goodbye to the officers and soldiers of the Heavenly Domain Garrison.

  His goal is the Spiritual Spring Sacred Land, and this time he will not be on the edge of the Spiritual Spring Sacred Land, but will enter the Spiritual Spring Sacred Land to cultivate. With his current cultivation level, it's too easy for him to join the Spiritual Spring Sacred Land. At just over ten years old, he has already reached the second stage of the Sea of Fate, and even some disciples who have been in the sacred land since childhood can't compare to him.

  When the east began to show a faint white, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth, Xiaoxian Shuang finally opened her eyes with a flicker of her long eyelashes.

  As soon as she woke up, the little girl immediately discovered that something was wrong. She turned her head and looked around, suddenly unsure where she was. However, being held in Ye Chen's arms, a joyful expression instantly appeared on her small face, and she asked in a crisp voice: "Big brother, where are we? Where is Hou Yu sister? Why isn't she with us?"

  When Xiao Xianfeng mentioned Hou Yu, Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled, saying: "We're going to Lingquan Fudi now, Yan Jie is there, doesn't Xian'er want to see Yan Jie?"

  "Ah... I miss, I miss, Xian'er really misses Yan jiejie. It's been a long time since she saw Yan jiejie." Little Xianfeng's big eyes showed excitement and anticipation, but soon became somewhat dim and reluctant, softly saying: "But... but Xian'er also can't bear to part with Houyu jiejie. Big brother is the worst, didn't even wake Xian'er up, and she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Houyu jiejie."

  Looking at Xiao Yao's pouting face, with a slightly wronged expression, Ye Chen smiled and pinched her nose, saying: "If Xiān ér says goodbye to your Hou Yu sister, your Hou Yu sister will miss you so much, do you want to see your Hou Yu sister sad?"

  "Ah, I don't want to, Xian'er doesn't want Houyu sister to be sad." Xiaoxian Shuang shook her head, blinking her big eyes, looking at Ye Chen and said: "Is what Big Brother said true?"

  "Of course it's true. When has big brother ever lied to you, little cutie?" Ye Chen ruffled her hair.

  "Hehe, big brother wouldn't cheat Xian'er, would he? Xian'er is so obedient, big brother can't bear to part with her." Little Xianfeng smiled and began to play with the kitten in her arms.

  "Daughter's Lament" was written hastily by Maple Leaf, for esteemed guests, haha.