I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 925: This Thing Most Yearned For

Chapter 925: Chapter 925: This Thing Most Yearned For

At this moment, you felt a myriad of emotions accumulating at the heart, and past fleeting encounters with Wu Zhao flashed rapidly through your mind. With the red bean sachet in your hand, you experienced an overwhelming rush of emotions.

Red beans, also known as acacia seeds.

"Red beans grow in the southern land, how many branches will sprout in spring? I wish you would pick more, for these beans embody yearning most sincere!"

This is a timeless poem by Wang Wei, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Legend has it, there was once a man who went on a military campaign, and his wife would lean against a large tree on a high mountain, longing for him day and night; so full of thoughts for her love in the distant borderlands, she wept under the tree. When her tears dried up, what flowed were drops of bright red blood. The blood drops turned into red beans, which took root and sprouted, growing into a big tree covered with red beans hence named the acacia seeds. As days followed days, and seasons cycled through springs and autumns, the tree’s fruits, together with the maiden’s yearning, slowly transformed into the most beautiful red heart-shaped seeds on Earth.

You were not clear when Wu Zhao had developed feelings for you, but her giving you this item when parting had clearly expressed her affections.

Red bean sachet, does this mean you are destined to long for an Empress from a close distance?

"Screw it! She is my woman!"

Never mind whether she is Zhao’er or not; first, get her back, then consider the rest!

In this map of the kingdom, you could act without restraint!

To achieve your goal, no measure is too extreme!!

You are a very normal man, possessing the same strong desire for possession and pride inherent to all men, and even if it means falling out with Li Shimin, you were determined to snatch Wu Zhao back.

Damn, this world is truly bizarre!

But you couldn’t care about that anymore!

Holding the sachet, without another word, you opened the "Resting door" and bolted at the fastest speed you had ever run, heading straight for the Imperial Palace.

As you sprinted, all that passersby saw was a figure whipping up a whirlwind as it raced past.

When you arrived at the gates of the Imperial Palace, the guards stopped you, but after declaring your identity and stating your purpose, they courteously told you to go to the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Immediately, you rushed to the Vermilion Bird Gate, and finally, at the gate, you saw a line of women being searched by palace maids one by one, and those who had been checked were then led by other maids into the Imperial Palace.

"Wu Zhao!"

The moment your voice reached everyone’s ears, you also took flight, soaring toward them.

Wu Zhao, preparing to be searched by the palace maids with her face covered, reflexively turned her head when she saw you, disheveled and dusty from your urgent journey, her heart felt like an overturned jar of mixed flavors.

Initially, Wu Zhao thought that she was nothing more than a transient passerby in your life, and given the vast difference in status between you, she did not feel worthy of you and never imagined you would look her way.

However, she felt some reluctance in her heart, so she poured that reluctance into a small bag of acacia seeds and hoped that you would not discard it casually. As for embroidering her name on the sachet, her initial intention was to hope you would remember that there once was a woman named Wu Zhao who silently harbored an unrequited love for him.

For Wu Zhao, you were her first love. Although you two never fell in love with each other, at least in Wu Zhao’s eyes, you were the first man who truly entered her life. Although it couldn’t be called love between them, Wu Zhao’s heart was deeply branded with your image.

Her first impression of you was that you were an unusual son of an aristocratic family.

Even though the first time Wu Zhao saw you, it was during the ugliest period of your life, fat and unattractive, despised by everyone, she did not reject you. She felt a certain aura about you that ordinary people did not possess, a mysterious feeling.

It could be said that Wu Zhao was a bystander who witnessed your transformation. During your days of arduous cultivation, Wu Zhao saw you greet her with a smile every day and then leave behind a silver ingot, or a piece of broken silver when money was short. At those times, Wu Zhao’s heart was always filled with a warm atmosphere.

That feeling, it was beautiful.

The second time, it was when you pursued Little Yue on a flying horse. That kind of fervent pursuit, that nature of being arrogantly willful for love, was always attracting Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao was very clear that you possessed qualities that no other man on this earth did, and these were exactly what she had been earnestly seeking. She was a woman, an ordinary woman who longed for love just like any other, even though her master once said she was a dragon among humans, destined for greatness, she did not care. What mattered to her was what she truly owned.

Wu Zhao was neither a foolish woman waiting in her boudoir to be married off nor one of those idiotic women blinded by personal gain. In her eyes, power and wealth were less than dirt.

The third time, it was the most shocking moment to Wu Zhao’s heart, and it also deeply imprinted your figure in her mind. That resolute gaze, that concerningly proud smile, and the disdainful comments you made were constantly assaulting Wu Zhao’s senses. You shed blood for her family, showed contempt for the court, and even crushed the son of a prestigious family. All these actions turned into warm currents that seeped into Wu Zhao’s veins, flowing throughout her life.

That feeling, it was happiness.

The moment you stood firm, Wu Zhao even felt an impulse to throw herself into your arms, but she couldn’t. Her path had already been laid out by the heavens, and she could only walk upon it; otherwise, the fate of all the people in the world could be affected.

"Halt! This is the Forbidden Land of the Imperial Palace. Who are you!?"

A dozen fully armed Vermilion Bird Gate Guards immediately surrounded you, and one middle-aged man stepped forward and shouted loudly at you.

"I am Luo Yun, the second son of Luo Cheng! I am here to take my people back now!"

You reached out intending to pull Wu Zhao toward you, however, Wu Zhao stepped back.

Clearly, the guards did not believe you. They knew Luo Cheng’s second son to be fat and ugly, but the person before them, though not handsome, was certainly not that unattractive, and moreover, he was tall and muscular, already far surpassing the waste known as Luo Yun according to the rumors. The guards immediately drew their swords, shielding the women behind them, while the palace maids all entered the Vermilion Bird Gate. After all, these women were from reputable families, and there would be no issue with checking them once inside the palace.

"Wu Zhao!"

Although you couldn’t see Wu Zhao’s expression, you could tell from her disordered steps the conflict within her heart.

"Red beans grow in the southern lands; how many sprout in spring? I hope you’ll gather more, these beans embody longing the most."

After you recited this verse from "Red Beans," Wu Zhao’s figure paused, then steeled her heart and followed the other palace maids into the palace.

At this moment, the guards had already drawn their swords on you. Who were you to back down? Without concern for your own safety, you bellowed angrily and managed to toss the leading guard out, attempting to get past the others to follow Wu Zhao. However, just a few steps forward, you discovered that you were completely surrounded by heavy troops, in a tight circle of sword-bearing guards, and on the perimeter, archers with their bows fully drawn!