Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Chapter 118 The Trust Crisis Escalates

Hua Yuchen looked at their aggrieved expressions and waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it... You won't understand even if I ask you, so just go away first! Let me think about it."

"Then we will all take our leave first!" Several generals responded in unison, and then respectfully left the hall.

"Wait a minute!" Hua Yuchen suddenly spoke up and stopped them.

The generals immediately stopped and asked in unison: "What else do you want, Your Highness?"

Hua Yuchen coughed lightly with his fist at his mouth and said seriously: "Well... let's stop discussing military affairs for the next few days..."

The generals immediately understood and smiled slyly: "Understood! Understood! Coaxing the prince's wife should be the top priority!"

After saying this, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Hua Yuchen tried her best to hold back her laughter and glared at them in a feigned anger: "I know... why don't you get out of here!"

"I obey your command!" The generals responded in unison, then lowered their heads, with smiles on their faces that they could not hide, and walked out of the hall one after another.

For several days, Hua Yuchen had tried his best but still failed to melt the coldness in Luo Ying's heart. However, just when he was about to despair, an idea flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly took out three crystal clear, jade-like cute little meat balls from his arms.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a wisp of fairy air swirled around. The three babies instantly transformed into human forms, hugged his thighs, and called out in baby voices, "Daddy...Daddy."

Hua Yuchen hugged them affectionately and said softly, "Your mother is angry with daddy. Can you help daddy to comfort her and calm her down?"

The three babies nodded obediently, so Hua Yuchen took them to the door of the bedroom. The babies patted the door of the bedroom and called out in their childish voices: "Mother... Mother."

When Luo Ying heard the children's calls, an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart. She quickly walked out of the bedroom, hugged the three cute babies tightly in her arms, and kissed their delicate cheeks.

Xiao Chenzi took the opportunity to hold Luo Ying's hand, blinked his big eyes and asked: "Mom...are you really angry with Dad?"

When Luo Ying heard what he said, her eyes flashed and she glared at Hua Yuchen. Then she turned to Xiao Chenzi, smiling like a flower, and said softly, "No way! How could mother be angry with father?"

Yuyu blinked her innocent eyes and asked curiously, "Why did mother lock herself in the room and not let father in?"

Luo Ying hurriedly walked to Hua Yuchen, gently twisted his arm, and said with a hint of reproach in his voice: "What are you doing? Bringing the children to see us laugh? How can you let the children get involved in our quarrel? This will leave them with the shadow of family disharmony and make them feel that our home is insecure."

As she spoke, she smiled tenderly, hugged Hua Yuchen's arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said softly: "How could mother be angry with father? Look how good we are!"

Hua Yuchen took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Luo Ying's waist, whispering in her ear: "Since you want to pretend, then pretend to be more realistic."

After saying that, he kissed her gently on the cheek, turned to the children, and said with a warm smile: "Look, Daddy and Mommy really didn't quarrel!"

After that, he hugged Luo Ying in his arms and gazed at her lovingly. When he lowered his head and saw her tender lips, he felt a strong urge to kiss her.

Luo Ying sensed his intention and leaned outward slightly, trying to keep a distance, while lowering her voice to warn him: "Don't go too far! I haven't forgiven you yet!"

After that, she pushed him away and said, "I'm going to go outside to get some fresh air. Maybe when I come back, you'll be less angry."

He then ordered, "Play with them for a while, then quickly put them away, otherwise others will see them. How can we explain it? We haven't even officially gotten married yet, and the children are already this big. How embarrassing!"

Luo Ying's face was like a peach blossom in the sunset, red all the way to her ears. Hua Yuchen leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low and magnetic voice, "Okay... I'll listen to you, wife. Go out and relax. You've ignored me for so many days. I miss you so much! I'm going crazy thinking about you!"

Luo Ying's heart was stirred by the string music, and shyness surged in her heart like a tide. She hurriedly fled the inner hall. When she stepped into the outer hall, she met Shao Hanyue unexpectedly. Shao Hanyue's eyes flashed a cunning, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she asked with false concern: "Sister, you haven't gone out these days. Did you quarrel with His Highness?"

Luo Ying just glanced at her calmly and wanted to move on. However, Shao Hanyue said softly with a weak attitude: "I'm sorry! Sister, it's all my fault. I didn't expect His Highness to care so much..."

Luo Ying's heart had long been calm. She waved her hand expressionlessly and said coldly: "Forget it, let the past be the past! I'm going out for a walk!"

Seeing Luo Ying's indifference, Shao Hanyue still didn't give up and pretended to suggest, "Then I'll go out with you?"

Luo Ying glanced at her coldly and said firmly, "No need."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of Yuchen Palace lightly, leaving Shao Hanyue's calculating eyes behind her.

Time flies, and an hour seems to pass in a flash. Hua Yuchen gently took the children into his arms, his heart filled with anticipation for the coming moment. He estimated that Luo Ying would soon return, so he stood in the main hall with his hands behind his back, looking very happy, waiting for her figure.

On the other side of the palace gate, Shao Hanyue looked at Hua Yuchen who was waiting alone in the main hall with complicated eyes. She knew this was her best chance to get close to him! Her heart was full of struggle and contradiction. She wanted to go forward but was afraid of Hua Yuchen's majesty and rebuke and dared not act rashly. She walked out of the palace gate and saw Luo Ying's familiar figure slowly walking towards her from a distance. At that moment, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and a sneer of conspiracy appeared at the corner of her mouth.

A sly look flashed in Shao Hanyue's eyes. She came up with a plan and a sinister smile appeared on her lips. She whispered, "Let me add fuel to the fire and make you suspicious of each other. I don't believe that under such circumstances, you can still maintain the little trust that remains and not fall out completely."

As the words fell, she transformed into Luo Ying's beautiful figure and walked into the main hall. She imitated Luo Ying's unique gentle tone and called softly: "Brother Yuchen..."

This voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, touching the deepest chords in Hua Yuchen's heart. He turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with surprise, staring at the familiar figure in front of him that had made him wait for so long. He couldn't help but step forward and hugged her tightly in his arms, his voice trembling with excitement: "You are finally not angry with me!"

Hua Yuchen held her waist tightly with one hand, and gently lifted her face with the other hand, looking down at her affectionately. His eyes were full of longing and love, and his voice revealed endless desire: "I've been thinking about you so much these days!"

Luo Ying, transformed by Shao Hanyue, also looked back at him affectionately, with a determined light flashing in her eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as sweet as the sound of nature: "I use the language of peony flowers to express my feelings at the moment: I have a special liking for you, and I only love you!"

However, these affectionate words were like a thunderclap above Hua Yuchen's head. His face turned pale instantly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He pushed the woman in his arms away and asked sternly: "You are not Luo Ying, who are you?"

His voice echoed in the empty main hall, full of shock and uneasiness. Luo Ying, transformed by Shao Hanyue, stood quietly in place, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and sadness, as if all this was destined.

Hua Yuchen slowly raised his head, his eyes traversing the silent air and fixed on the figure outside the door. Luo Ying, she stood there, like a still painting, her eyes full of astonishment and pain. She witnessed Hua Yuchen hugging another woman tightly, and the woman in his arms was like a fairy pampered by the sun.

Hua Yuchen's voice, with a bit of tenderness and obsession, passed through the door and pierced into Luo Ying's heart: "I've been thinking about you so much these days!"

This sentence was like a magic spell, petrifying Luo Ying instantly. She felt as if her heart was being pinched by an invisible force, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe. Her tears silently slid down from the bottom of her heart to her eyes. It was the pain deep in her heart, and it was her heart bleeding.

Her thoughts were in a mess, like a tangled web, tightly bound around her heart. She tried to struggle, tried to escape, but the web tightened and tightened, almost suffocating her. She had no way to vent this pain, this torment, and could only endure it silently.

Luo Ying's heart was like an out-of-control beast, ramming wildly, looking for a way out, looking for relief. Her voice, filled with pain and trembling, came out of her throat:

"Hua Yuchen...you are the biggest liar in the world...this is what you call the purest and truest love for me...what you said is the most ridiculous lie in the world."

When Hua Yuchen heard this, he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then deep pain. He walked quickly to Luo Ying, stretched out his hand to hug her, and wanted to explain: "It's not... what you think..."

But Luo Ying avoided his touch, her eyes full of disappointment and determination.

Luo Ying stretched out her slender hands and rejected him coldly with a resolute attitude: "Don't touch me!"

Her voice was filled with sadness and determination, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string, wetting her cheeks.

She sneered in despair, with a sad irony on her face: "Prince Yu was nice to me and brought me some delicious food, and you said I was having an affair with him. Guard Feng helped me, and you said he was jealous of Prince Yu because of me. What demon prince? I don't even know who he is? You can use trumped-up charges to give me a bad reputation of being fickle..."

Luo Ying's words were filled with endless sadness and disappointment. She stared at him deeply, as if she wanted to see through his heart: "My heart has always been filled with only you. No one else can enter my heart anymore, but you always doubt my love for you. What about you? You let me witness with my own eyes that you hugged another woman... Tell her that you missed her so much these days. I just left for a short while, are you so impatient?"

Her voice was filled with heartbreak and despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. Her tears poured out like a flood, and her eyes flashed with endless sadness and anger. Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing deep into his heart, leaving him no way to avoid it.

In Hua Yuchen's heart, it was as if an invisible giant hand was grasping his soul tightly, getting tighter and tighter, and more and more painful. The pain surged like a torrent, spreading to his limbs and bones, almost suffocating him. He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe, and could only let out a heart-wrenching roar: "You really misunderstood me... It's not what you think."

Luo Ying responded coldly: "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, could it be false?"

Her voice was filled with determination and hatred, like a sharp blade piercing Hua Yuchen's heart.

Luo Ying's tone suddenly became trembling, with a hint of despair: "The purest and most genuine heart is like a mirror. Even if it is broken once and repaired, the cracks on it can never be repaired. If it is broken again, is there any possibility of putting it back together?"

Her words revealed deep helplessness and sadness, as if she had completely given up on this relationship. She sighed and continued to say resolutely, more like a farewell that would never see each other again: "Our fate in this life has ended. If there is an afterlife, I don't want to meet you again..."