I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 145 She vanished with the light, he sacrificed his life to the heavens.

Yingxue smiled gently, touched Han Che's hair, then looked at Zhongli Yueluo and the other person, and opened her mouth.

Her voice was ethereal, yet filled with deep sorrow: "Please, don't let A-Che die."

Although her figure did not disappear, everyone present knew that she was on her last breath.

Han Che was heartbroken, tears welling up in his eyes but not falling a single one, his hands gripping the ice coffin tightly.

His knuckles turned white, and then his fingertips bled, sticking to the ice coffin.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his chapped lips trembled slightly.

"Ache, go and look at the sun. You haven't seen the sunlight for so many years because of me."

"Please, I'm begging you. Okay?" The voice grew weaker and weaker.

Zhongli Yueluo tightly gripped Yan Ruoyu's hand.

As expected, her blood could only briefly awaken Yingxue's mind, and could not change the fact that she was about to perish completely.

Han Che suddenly knelt down in front of the two of them, digging his fingers into the snow.

"I know you must have a way, right? You can... you can keep her from dying..."

Tears fell in large drops, instantly freezing into ice flowers.

When faced with life and death, no one can change anything. If it were possible, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

Yan Ruoyu said, "Young Master Han, there is nothing we can do."

Zhongli Yueluo said, "The only thing you can do right now is to fulfill Yingxue's wish."

"While she's still alive, we should say what needs to be said, lest we regret it later."

She didn't have any extraordinary abilities, so she simply turned her head away and stopped looking.

Yingxue forced herself to stand up and looked at him with a pale face.

Han Che knew it too; he had known it all along…

He lightly touched her face with his fingertips, and white magic power swirled around her.

He was trying to save her life. His voice was gentle: "Yingxue, let's go and see the sun."

Then, Han Che's voice rang in their minds.

"If I die, could you please bury me and Yingxue here?"

So he hadn't planned to live after all. Zhongli Yueluo bit her lip and nodded.

Although Yingxue wanted him to live, it was Han Che's choice, and they respected it.

Yingxue hooked her arms around Han Che's neck as he lifted her out of the ice coffin, his face full of tenderness and affection, without a trace of sadness.

Then, he hummed a tune, the kind of flute music they had heard on their way here; it turned out he could hum it himself.

Zhongli Yelu took out his blood flute and joined in for a while, which could be considered as indirectly keeping Yingxue alive for a bit.

Following the two of them out, they soon arrived at the outer edge of Cold Stone Lake.

The mist had gradually dissipated, and Zhongli Yueluo didn't care about Miaoqing's life or death. Instead, the four of them boarded the boat together and headed out onto the river.

To see the sun, we must first leave this area; magic propelled the ship to move quickly.

Yingxue sat at the front of the small boat, her body like a swallow in flight, with transparent wings that emitted a flowing light on her back, fluttering slightly.

Standing on the misty water, it's truly beautiful.

She slowly tossed her sleeves, her every movement graceful and elegant.

Zhongli Yueluo simply kept her eyes closed, the flute music melodious and lingering, yet carrying an endless sense of desolation.

She dared not look, for Yingxue's tiptoeing was slowly fading away.

But Han Che's eyes were full of love, and their eye contact was incredibly touching.

The small boat slowly came to a stop in the middle of the river, already outside the sheltered area of ​​Cold Stone Lake.

Yingxue cupped Han Che's face in her hands: "A-Che, don't look at me, look how beautiful this world is."

"No matter how beautiful the world is, all I want to see is you."

He gently took her hand in his, and with great affection rubbed it against his cheek, but he could no longer feel its warmth.

The hem of her skirt had also turned into specks of light, scattered in the air.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he murmured, "Don't go..."

The clouds in the sky parted, and a ray of sunlight shone on Yingxue.

Her wings gradually disintegrated into fragments that drifted in the air. Han Che tried to grab them with his fingers, but he couldn't catch anything.

"Ah Che, do you think I dance well?"

"Ah Che, look at me, you're the only one in my eyes."

"Ache, don't look at me, look at the sun."

Ah Che's words echoed in his ears. He hugged the air, leaving nothing behind.

Zhongli Yueluo pulled Yan Ruoyu along as they looked at the bright light emanating from the sky, and it seemed as if they could still see Yingxue's smiling face.

She was so beautiful. Han Che knelt there, filled with endless sorrow, his eyes red, unable to shed another tear.

He was clutching a fragment of a wing tightly in his hand, and then he was seen writing something in the air.

That was a talisman refined using all the magic power and painstaking effort of the creator.

He was about to sacrifice his life to appease the heavens, and forcibly changing the way of heaven might backfire. Yan Ruoyu pulled Zhongli Yueluo back, afraid that she would interfere.

"I offer my body as a sacrifice, wishing to be reborn as a mayfly and she as an ephemeral insect, born in the morning and dying at night, but never to be separated for eternity."

Countless bolts of lightning fell from the sky, enveloping him. Despite their overwhelming force, they did not harm Zhongli Yueluo or Yan Ruoyu in the slightest.

In a short while, only two white insect shells remained, leaving Zhongli Yueluo deeply shocked.

Zhongli Yueluo's hands trembled as she picked up the two insect shells.

They glanced at Yan Ruoyu. They had promised Han Che that if they died, they would be sent back to the ice coffin.

Having finally gotten out, Yan Ruoyu was still hesitant about having to go back.

But in the end, he still took Zhongli Yueluo back with him.

With Han Che's magic power gone, the cold mist dissipated, and the surrounding environment revealed itself to be a place of great feng shui.

Moreover, there weren't many twists and turns inside; they actually drove straight in and found the two ice coffins.

When she put the two insect shells into the coffin and sealed the lid, she dripped two drops of blood inside.

Yan Ruoyu looked at her and said, "Princess, what if they are bad people? You are still too kind."

"Sometimes people are easily swayed by emotions, that's just human nature. I hope Han Che and the others can have a happy ending."

She stood up, her eyes misting over, filled with an indescribable sadness, yet also with a faint tenderness.

She took two steps forward, wrapped her arms around Yan Ruoyu's neck, and buried her head in his chest.

Yan Ruoyu could sense the intense emotions emanating from Zhongli Yueluo.

He didn't know where to put his hands, so he gently patted her back.

After a while, he felt his chest soaked with liquid. She was crying. He touched her hair: "Princess?"

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, as if she were thinking of something sad.

Yingxue and the other person's story is touching, but it shouldn't have made her cry like this.

Her eyes were red, and large tears were still rolling down her cheeks.

Yan Ruoyu was at a loss. He had never seen a woman cry, and he had never seen her cry either.

He hurriedly wiped away her tears.

He looked into her eyes and felt a familiarity, as if from the first time they met, a feeling that seemed to transcend millennia.

Why did she look at him with such a sad expression? Was she heartbroken? But why was she heartbroken?