Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 63

Clang.

Luo Qingli staggered, bumping hard into the desk, swaying as though he couldn’t even remain standing—about to collapse at any moment.

The scroll in his hand slipped to the floor.

In an instant, all color drained from his face. He was white as paper.

“My lord, are you all right?”

A guard asked anxiously.

It took Luo Qingli a long while before he rasped out a reply, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

“Prepare the horses.”

“But my lord, your body hasn’t recovered yet—”

Luo Qingli’s breathing quickened; something heavy pressed in his chest. “I will find her.”

If alive, he must see her. If dead, he must see the body.

Leaving behind only a divorce letter and daring to flee on her own? This king would never permit it.

Even if he had to chase her into the depths of hell, he would make her return!

Bloodlust clouded his eyes, his expression twisted with madness and obsession.

But the moment he stepped out of the room, he doubled over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“My lord!!”

“It’s nothing.”

Luo Qingli coldly wiped away the blood at his lips and ordered again, “Ready the horses. We ride at once.”

“And where is Luo-xiong planning to go?”

At the sound of that voice, Luo Qingli’s brows knit tight. His gaze darkened with murderous fury as his lips curved into a cold smile.

“General Tuoba still has the face to set foot in my prince’s manor?”

Tuoba Hong’s expression shifted—he hadn’t expected Luo Qingli to learn of his actions so quickly.

His tone was restless, edged with desperation.

“It was reckless of me. I admit my mistake. But that matter can wait—what I heard just now was that Ruan Tang is missing. Do you have any trace of her?”

Luo Qingli’s face sank further into shadow; his sharp, narrow eyes gleamed with a sinister chill.

“A trace? Yes. At the bottom of Duanhun Cliff. Are you satisfied now?”

Tuoba Hong froze. “What…?”

Luo Qingli stared at him with a gaze steeped in venom and hate.

“She was driven to flee because of you. Then she was ambushed on the way—and fell from the cliff.”

The man who had once been a refined, elegant scholar now stood like a vengeful specter from hell.

He closed the distance in one step and clamped a hand around Tuoba Hong’s throat. The smear of blood at his lips only made his aura darker, more menacing.

“Tuoba Hong—if anything happens to Ruan Tang, this king will make sure you die a thousand deaths.”

Tuoba Hong couldn’t breathe. His mind went blank, stunned.

Ruan Tang… had an accident?

It was his fault. All his fault.

He had harmed the only woman he would ever love in this life.

The weight of despair nearly crushed him to the ground. His voice rasped raw from his throat, hoarse and broken.

“You won’t have to do it. If something truly happens to Ruan Tang… I won’t live either. I’ll follow her.”

Luo Qingli’s brows drew together in a savage knot.

“You? Worthy? Don’t sully her path to reincarnation.”

With that, he shoved Tuoba Hong hard aside and staggered toward the outside.

…

Thus the prince’s manor, the general’s estate, and Hai Xi’s men all marched in force toward the cliff, searching for the whereabouts of Ruan Tang and Helian Zijun.

“My lord, please rest for a while—you haven’t eaten in two days. If you go on like this, before we find her, your own body will give out…”

The guards pleaded, but Luo Qingli ignored them. Pale-faced, he stumbled along the raging river, searching downstream.

Perhaps the current had swept her further. The water was so fast.

Two days already.

How could his princess consort—so delicate and fragile—possibly survive in the wild for two whole days?

He had to find her. He must.

Luo Qingli staggered two more steps before the world suddenly spun. His vision blackened, and at last, his body collapsed to the ground.

“My lord!!!”

Nearby, a haggard Tuoba Hong, unshaven and hollow-eyed, stared into the rushing waters. Red veins webbed his eyes.

“Take your prince back to rest. When he wakes, tell him—no matter what, I will find Ruan Tang.”

The men from both the prince’s manor and the general’s estate focused their search downstream along the river.

But Gu Cheng chose a different path. Instead, he used his lightness skill (t/n: qinggong, martial arts skill of weightless movement) to scour the cliffside itself.

For two days he barely left the jagged rock face, clinging to the sheer wall without food or rest. His eyes, bloodshot with obsession, searched every crevice.

At the same time—

The girl so many men were desperately yearning for was… skewering a piece of fine beef over a fire, diligently roasting meat.

“Wow, it smells so good…”

Her system points had bought her a box of beef—quite cheap, really. One point for a whole box. She’d even exchanged for a pile of snacks.

Of course, all on credit.

So even stranded in the wilderness, Ruan Tang wasn’t worried at all.

When she fell, Helian Zijun had shielded her completely; she hadn’t taken so much as a scratch—only swallowed a mouthful of water when they landed in the river.

But Helian Zijun…

His body was covered in bruises and cuts. The cliff had been jagged with sharp rocks; he’d broken an arm and a leg, and now he lay unconscious.

Ruan Tang had used her system’s first-aid supplies to treat his wounds. The system assured her he wasn’t in mortal danger, so she finally relaxed.

They were now in a hidden cave Ruan Tang had discovered. It wasn’t large, but safe enough. Helian Zijun lay sleeping on a bed of dried grass she’d spread beneath him.

“Tang…”

The boy’s lips moved faintly, pale as paper.

Ruan Tang leaned close, listening. Again, he murmured “Tang… Tang.” She tilted her head curiously.

“Still a little gluttonous prince, aren’t you?”

From her stash of exchanged snacks, she selected a peach-flavored fruit candy.

She unwrapped it and placed it at his lips.

Her soft fingertip brushed his mouth as she tried to feed him.

Helian Zijun’s lashes trembled faintly, as if sensing something.

His lips parted, and he drew her fingertip into his mouth—along with the candy.

“Mmf… hey, my fingers aren’t candy…”

Ruan Tang’s face heated. She quickly tugged her hand free.

But the boy’s brows knit as though in pain, his unconscious expression distressed.

“…Don’t go… don’t…”

Ruan Tang couldn’t quite make out the words. She thought hard, then frowned.

He was asleep. If he tried to eat candy like this, he might choke.

She regretted feeding it to him.

After hesitating, she nervously slipped her fingers back into his mouth, trying to fish the candy out.

But she couldn’t see it clearly, and her fingers only stirred clumsily against his lips and tongue. All she got was damp fingers—no candy.

Instead, the boy’s pale cheeks bloomed with a faint blush. In the dim cave, it looked strangely… tender, almost intimate.

Ruan Tang’s own face warmed. She was about to pull her hand back when—

His lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened.

Their gazes locked.

Helian Zijun realized his mouth held not only the sweet flavor of candy, but also the slender, jade-like fingers of the girl before him—

His face instantly flushed scarlet. His heart hammered violently, so fast he forgot all pain, staring blankly at Ruan Tang.

“I—I wasn’t… that’s not… You said you wanted candy, so I gave you one. Then I was afraid you’d choke, so… so…”