After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 637 - 387: What Does the Storybook Say?

Fu Zhen’s voice was not loud, yet it buzzed and lingered in the ears.

Yang Yi held the railing with both hands, standing silently for a long time. He said, "Do you think I’m being too stubborn?"

Fu Zhen paused for a moment: "I believe having a good memory is not a bad thing. The more people care about something, the more it shows its importance. If one could let go so easily, perhaps it wasn’t important after all."

Yang Yi looked up at the moonlit sky: "Actually, I understand what you said. Over these past days, I have thought about taking on some responsibilities. However, I still can’t persuade myself."

"Brother Yang..."

"Things might be more complicated than you all know."

Fu Zhen’s heart tightened: "Please tell me more!"

"When I left Huzhou back then, I only thought about staying as far away from him as possible. Just at that time, there was the Righteous Army in the northwest, so I decided to go see.

"After arriving in the northwest, I engaged with the local Righteous Army for a while. I noticed that their scale was not large enough to develop, and they intended to join the Zhou Army, so I secretly sent him clues.

"Later, he indeed sent people to find me, but before they arrived, the people of Dayue found me first."

"Why was that?"

"Of course, because they leaked the information."

Fu Zhen was speechless.

Yang Yi’s voice grew softer: "That’s how it was. Although I escaped the black hands of the previous dynasty’s enemy army, I was captured by Dayue."

Fu Zhen was startled: "Didn’t the Righteous Army in the northwest know your identity?"

"They didn’t know. They hadn’t even heard what the son of the Zhou Army’s leader looked like. After all, being able to grasp the general situation from north to south is already very difficult."

Fu Zhen murmured: "Then it does seem like an insider leaked the information."

She recalled the emperor she had known in both lifetimes but still couldn’t connect the one known for his composed actions, blending kindness with authority, cherishing and valuing all loyal and good ministers, with the heartless father Yang Yi described.

At this point, she probed further: "Then in Huzhou—did you not think of returning to confront him afterwards? Or, rather, did you not think of going back to ask the Empress?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because if you’ve ever seen your biological father unhesitatingly try to kill you, you certainly wouldn’t hold any expectations for him."

"..."

Yang Yi turned his body around, the moonlight and stone lanterns illuminating his back, casting his entire face in shadow.

"He Zhao, Chen Song, and I left the city gates unknowingly, filled with enthusiasm to face the enemy with them, and soon encountered the enemy army.

"The enemy came prepared, intending to capture me.

"The first to react among us was He Zhao, then Chen Song.

"The two of them covered me, and by the time the Zhou Army came charging in, I had already suffered two wounds on my back.

"The enemy surrounded me completely; someone already grabbed my arm, and I saw—I saw my father; he raised a great bow, with two arrows nocked, aimed directly at my heart."

Fu Zhen’s heart leapt to her throat: "Did you see clearly? Was he really aiming at you?"

Yang Yi calmly looked at her: "If possible, I also wish I had seen wrong. Unfortunately, I saw it as clear as day. Even after a full twenty-four years, that moment remains as vivid in my mind as if it happened yesterday."

Floating clouds drifted to obscure the moonlight, and Fu Zhen’s eyes dimmed along with the night.

Yang Yi’s voice had become hoarse: "That bow, engraved with our names, my father’s and mine—he guided my hand to carve them when I began learning to write at six.

"That bow was engraved with two dragons; his name was on the left dragon, mine on the right.

"He said that when I grew up, the bow would be mine, to pass down to my children and grandchildren.

"But in the end, he used that bow to kill me."

When Yang Yi spoke of these things, his tone was so calm that it inexplicably made one feel that, in countless solitary moments in the past, he had revisited these memories countless times.

Fu Zhen, originally full of ambition and determination to persuade him, now found herself in an incredibly complex state of mind.

Indeed, Yang Yi’s emotional knots were even more severe than she anticipated. If the emperor used him as bait for the greater good, it might have been out of necessity. But at the brink of life and death, to still raise a weapon against his own son—