Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 119 - 61: Hunting Down Chunyu Che

"Chunyu Che, since it was your substitute who died and you’re alive and well, then very well, tomorrow I will have you repay the blood debt with blood!"

Outside Jun Moling’s tent, Ruoxi bit her silver teeth hard, silently swearing with resolve.

The venomous vow seemed to carry an endless chill, quietly spreading outside the silent tent.

Inside the tent, Jun Moling grew increasingly unsettled about Ruoxi’s expression.

She rarely revealed her emotions, and such a deeply hateful look was one he had almost never seen before.

What on earth had happened to make her lose control like this?

The bewilderment tangled in his mind like a knotted mess, impossible to dismiss.

Unsettled, he called Mi Er and instructed him to secretly watch over Ruoxi from outside her room.

The next day, Ruoxi changed into a plain outfit, tying her waterfall-like black hair with a simple ribbon.

She approached Jun Moling, asking permission to take a walk through Peng City.

Jun Moling quietly observed her, trying to detect any peculiarities in her demeanor, but found nothing unusual, yet the perplexity in his heart would not dissipate.

Mi Er had reported this morning that Ruoxi behaved normally last night, only practicing a set of swordsmanship in her courtyard before retiring.

"I also want to stroll around; want to go together?" Jun Moling tentatively suggested. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ruoxi merely gave him a cool glance, "Marshal, don’t joke. What’s it to be walking around the streets together? I’m leaving now."

That day at the memorial for his father and brothers, he had embraced her, which already sparked idle gossip; she didn’t want any more rumors about them.

Jun Moling smiled wryly—yes, escorting her around the marketplace, what sense did that make?

However, she wasn’t just casually strolling around.

"Be careful and stay safe," Jun Moling gently warned.

"Understood." Ruoxi’s response was terse and cold, then she turned and left.

As he watched Ruoxi’s gradually retreating figure, Jun Moling’s heart remained restless. He summoned Mi Er and followed her quietly.

Once she exited the city gates and mounted Snow-Stepping, Jun Moling couldn’t help but frown.

Just because the speed of her horse was too fast, he and Mi Er eventually lost track of her.

"Master, the horse Miss Shen is riding is too fast, we’ve lost her trail, what should we do?" Mi Er asked urgently.

Jun Moling too was anxious, his temples pulsing slightly, and his hand clutching tightly.

He racked his brain, recalling every detail of his conversation with her, trying to find a trace of a clue.

Suddenly, his brows lifted in realization of a crucial point.

She had asked if the people of Beichang Country would be allowed to leave the next day, and he had informed her they would, by waterway.

Could it be she intended to do harm to the hundreds of Beichang citizens staying in Peng City?

"Quick, to the lakeside!" Jun Moling shouted.

Mi Er obeyed, and the two rushed swiftly towards the lake.

Meanwhile, Ruoxi had already reached the shoreline, blocking the path of the Beichang citizens with their families in tow.

Her cold gaze swept over the crowd, causing everyone to tremble under her icy stare.

Then she spoke in a chilling voice, as though emanating from the Nine Nether Cold Pond, "Chunyu Che, if you’re a man, stand out, don’t let your citizens suffer for you."

The crowd trembled at her words, with someone immediately kneeling down and pleading, "Heroine, we are just ordinary people seeking survival. Since your marshal previously said we’d be released, you can’t go back on your word; there truly is no Chunyu Che here."

Ruoxi was brimming with aggression, nearly losing control, "Chunyu Che, are you hiding in the shadows, refusing to show yourself? Fine, today I’ll kill one by one until you appear."

With that, she suddenly grabbed a boy nearest to her, who seemed to be merely six or seven years old.

The child’s mother screamed shrilly, desperately trying to rush over, only to be thrust back by Ruoxi’s precise strike.

"Child, don’t blame me, blame your lord for not wanting to save you, utterly irresponsible. Now die!"

Her eyes were cold and fierce, like a rakshasa, as she clutched the child’s throat tightly.

The child’s legs flailed frantically in the air, while his mother pounced frenziedly!

"Release my child!"

Ruoxi’s face was filled with ruthlessness, "You go crazy over one child, yet the 20,000 of the Shen Family Army perished here. Chunyu Che, come out, or I swear I’ll slaughter every single person here!"

However, only she knew she was controlling her strength all along. Even though she wished to tear apart those of Beichang who invaded her country, she would never truly harm an innocent child.

"Slap!" A crisp sound of a slap suddenly rang out, followed by a man being kicked out from the crowd.

"He’s Chunyu Che, release us now," said a man around thirty.

The man who was kicked out looked about twenty, with a decent appearance and a good demeanor.

Ruoxi released the child, stepping forward swiftly, her eyes blazing with fury, her aura swelling like an overwhelming tide, "Are you truly Chunyu Che?!"

The man clambered up from the ground in disarray, leisurely tidying his lapel, and said with a calm expression, "This prince gave your Shen Family Army a chance. If they had surrendered, they could have lived, but none of them wanted to.

On the battlefield, it’s a matter of life and death. Besides those who died in battle, many Shen Family Army soldiers chose suicide over becoming prisoners. This prince doesn’t believe he did anything wrong!"

Ruoxi, in a fit of uncontrollable rage, kicked him down and followed with a ferocious punch, roaring, "Bastard! Our country never provoked you, and yet you brutally attacked us. I’ll beat you to death!"

Ruoxi seemed to plunge into an endless frenzy, her fists raining down like a violent storm, punch after punch, as if possessed.

The joints of her tightly clenched fingers were already stained with blood, but she seemed oblivious, still relentlessly striking.

The man’s groans grew fainter, his breaths becoming fewer and weaker, on the brink of death.

The scene fell into dead silence, everyone dumbfounded, standing as if stupefied, their eyes fixed on this exceptionally beautiful woman.

They watched as she pinned the man on the ground, pounding him with all her might, her decisive manner truly intimidating.

Suddenly, a warm and powerful embrace enveloped her tightly, a voice full of heartache whispering in her ear, "Ruoxi, let go, he’s not Chunyu Che."

Yet Ruoxi seemed oblivious, muttering continuously, "I killed him, I killed him..."

Her tears fell like a torrential flood, the expression of overwhelming grief enough to break one’s heart.

Past memories of happiness surged through her mind like a tide—the loving and gentle face of her father, the doting and indulgent glances of her brothers, the joyful gatherings of her family.

She once believed she was incredibly fortunate to have found her family and such warmth, but never imagined the happiness would be so fleeting. Within less than a year, she suffered the most cruel heartbreak of her life.

If it hadn’t been for such a blow, her mother, who had always been in good health, couldn’t possibly have passed away within three years.

Jun Moling’s voice was deep and gentle, full of infinite comfort, "He’s truly not Chunyu Che, Ruoxi, stop now."

Slowly, Ruoxi lifted her eyes, those large, wet eyes filled with grievance and consuming hatred, she screamed, "Chunyu Che isn’t dead, it was his substitute who died, he’s right here, I must kill him..."

The sense of sorrow and determination in her voice seemed capable of piercing the soul.

Jun Moling’s heart felt as if it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, aching beyond measure.

He looked at the nearly collapsing Ruoxi and gently said, "I understand, I will find him for you, Ruoxi, trust me, he won’t escape, and I’ll let you kill him with your own hands."

Suddenly, Mi Er flashed into view, kneeling on one knee, "Master, someone is escaping from the back mountain, suspected to be Chunyu Che."