Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills Chapter 95 – Husband and Wife Reunite, Let’s Go Home (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 95: Chapter 6: Husband and Wife Reunite, Let’s Go Home (Please Subscribe!)

Zhao Huai stared at the figure disappearing from his line of sight, finally daring to exhale heavily. After all, the atmosphere had been too suffocating just now, and he couldn’t catch his breath.

Apparently, his opponent’s target was never him in the first place.

“Who exactly is this demon? Just the terrifying aura emanating from their body is enough to make one shudder…”

In Yu Yunping’s mind now, all he could think of was that terrifying sword from before, causing him to shudder at the thought.

It was earth-shattering and comparable to a godly figure.

This was an army of tens of thousands!

These were not inanimate paper figures or the old, weak, or disabled; every single one of them was a carefully chosen, strong soldier.

Just a slash to kill them all?!

He feared that tonight when he sleeps, he would be haunted by that ghost face.

Plop! Plop!

At this moment, a myna bird suddenly appeared in everyone’s sight, perched atop a collapsed jade pillar of the Golden Dragon Palace, looking around from east to west.

Yu Yunping looked at the peculiar bird with its white crest, black body, and shiny feathers, and couldn’t help but ask:

“What kind of bird is this?”

A strategist in black cloth nearby walked out from the rubble, squinted, and replied, “Your Highness, it seems to be a myna bird. This bird symbolizes good fortune.”

Yu Yunping murmured, “This is an auspicious sign, a harbinger of good fortune!”

He kept comforting himself.

The Imperial Palace can be rebuilt, and the army can be re-recruited, as long as his people are alive, for life is the real victory!

“It’s okay, it’s okay… I am still the son of Heaven’s mandate. Am I right, little myna bird?”

Yu Yunping smiled warmly at the myna bird and even held out his finger.

The myna bird cocked its head, its lively, bean-sized eyes constantly shifting, seemingly unappreciative, and then it spoke human words:

“Knock on your grandma! Knock on your grandma!”

After calling out once, the myna bird immediately flew away with a plop.

Only Yu Yunping was left standing in the ruins of the palace, dazed and disoriented.

On the other side.

Zhao Huai’s Divine Insight had locked onto the entire Imperial City and finally found the location of the imperial prison.

The prison of the Imperial Palace was situated in the most remote and deserted corner of the Imperial City. Cold gusts of wind blew out of it as he stood at its entrance.

Indeed, it was very secluded. No wonder Zhao Huai’s Divine Insight had never detected it.

The prison guards were few in number and their combat strength was subpar, so he subdued them easily in no time.

Zhao Huai’s Divine Insight had already located Yu Qinghan, who was indeed here.

As he walked through the cold and dark corridor, he didn’t know why, but his heart felt a little nervous for some reason.

After going through many battles, and destroying countless large armies, his mind was still calm and composed when he struck the palace gates with a single sword.

But now, in this place where he was about to confront his loved one, he became anxious.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t figured out what to do, and this nervousness was like the guilty feeling of facing his wife and admitting his mistakes.

However, upon further thought, he didn’t seem to be in the wrong, and the person needing to apologize shouldn’t be him, right?

Right, that’s it. He must take her home later and properly educate her.

Moreover, how would he convince her?

After all, the two of them had quarreled, and the chances of a friendly meeting were low.

If Madam refuses to go with him, what should he do?

Forcefully take her away?

That wouldn’t seem right, as it would be offensive.

For the first time, Zhao Huai felt that he was being too fastidious. As he thought about it, he had already arrived at the entrance to the prison cell.

He had his speech prepared when he turned his head and looked.

The slender figure in the cell stood by the bed, gazing at the skylight, her hands shackled, her hair slightly disheveled, and her whole appearance somewhat haggard.

The tear stains at the corner of her side profile were rather obvious, indicating that she had cried.

Yu Qinghan stared at the window-side, her eyes filled with reminiscence, and murmured continuously: “Husband…”

Even in the prison cell, silently waiting for the countdown to death, what she thought of was not Xia Country, nor the throne, nor the so-called great cause, but the man she cherished the most.

However, when faced with Yu Qinghan’s aggrieved appearance, the seemingly appropriate explanation and preaching that Zhao Huai been thought of were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

He removed the Ghost Face, and the lock on the door silently shattered, and the cell door opened.

Hearing the noise, Yu Qinghan suddenly turned her head.

At this moment, the two finally met each other again.

Amazement and a touch of pleasant surprise were revealed in Yu Qinghan’s

eyes.

When the person she thought of day and night finally appeared before her, the overwhelming joy surpassed everything else.

With her arms wrapped tightly around Zhao Huai and unable to stop crying, the fragrance of incense filled his arms.

Feeling the soft warmth in his arms, Zhao Huai’s heart welled up with a myriad of complex emotions. He wanted to say many comforting, light-hearted, and persuasive words to Madam, but in the end, they all turned into one sentence:

“Madam, I have come to take you home.”

Zhao Huai also reached out his arms and tightly hugged her, not letting go for a long time.

If it were an ordinary day, he would tell many jokes, or some anecdotes, to amuse his wife. However, today, he had no interest in doing so. Because he knew, nothing could compare to a tight embrace.

They had cried, they had hugged.

They sat like this in the cell, occasionally looking at their toes, and then secretly glancing at the person across from them, only to find the other was also looking at them.

A thousand words, all in one single glance.

“How is everything at home? Have matters been settled?”

In the end, it was Zhao Huai who broke the silent atmosphere.

Yu Qinghan’s eyes dimmed and she was silent for a while, then smiled resignedly:

“Home? It has been gone for a long time.”

Zhao Huai held her hand, their fingers intertwined as he comforted her: “It’s still there.”

During the time she was locked in the imperial prison, she had already faced everything.

At first, her mind kept thinking about the so-called layout, who the mastermind behind the scenes was, and how she could save Xia Country from peril.

But she gradually realized that these things were all meaningless.

There were more important things that could outweigh all of the above.

She began to think about how great it would be if she hadn’t come to the capital city and whether it would have been better if she had stayed with her husband in Jinzhou all along.

While waiting for death, people’s minds are often filled with the most beautiful and desirous memories, as well as a sense of relief from the regrets of their lives.

As Yu Shihuang said, could Xia Country still not turn without her?

Although his words were intended to provoke her, in some ways, they were not wrong.

She had been bound by her father’s so-called ideals for more than twenty years, was she going to spend her entire life like this?

Rather than saying that Yu Qinghan had come to her senses, it was more accurate to say she had become disillusioned with her present life in Xia Country.

From the moment her father died to the moment she was locked in the dungeon, she had nothing left to cherish in Xia Country.

“Let’s go, let’s go home.”

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It was still Zhao Huai who took the initiative. He said the words, stood up to leave, but his sleeve was caught; the grip was not strong, but it was enough to stop Ghost Face in White Clothes, who was capable of tearing through tens of thousands of armies and wreaking havoc in the Imperial City.

Yu Qinghan whispered softly: “I want to say goodbye to this place for the last time.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai was rather surprised. He had thought that he would have to persuade her, but now it seemed unnecessary, so he smiled and said:

“Yes, let’s bid farewell, because I like the way you are at home more.”

At these words, Yu Qinghan’s pretty face couldn’t help but blush.