After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 250 Murong Han Reveals the Truth

Murong Che ran wildly, his tears dissipating with the breeze, but the sorrow and pain in his heart lingered. As he ran, he unknowingly arrived at the peach blossom grove he often visited.

The peach branches sway gracefully, and countless delicate pink petals fall like snowflakes, filling the entire world with a faint sweet fragrance, like a dream, a natural and exquisite painting.

Murong Che stood alone in this dreamlike peach blossom forest, his posture upright yet exuding endless loneliness. His back was pressed tightly against a thick peach tree, his head slightly tilted back, his gaze vacantly fixed on the azure sky between the branches. Petals fluttered down onto his shoulders and hair, but he was completely unaware.

His brows were furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes were red-rimmed, his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and his face was full of pain and resentment.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this? Wanwan, I'm so sorry~ Wanwan~" He shouted hoarsely, but only the falling petals and the occasional birdsong in the forest answered him.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers trembling slightly. Xu Wanwan's voice and smile kept flashing through his mind; she was the most precious person in his heart, cruelly taken away by Xue Xiang. Now, his world seemed to have lost all color, leaving only endless darkness and pain.

In the tranquil peach grove, only the rustling of the breeze through the blossoms could be heard. Suddenly, a crisp "crack" broke the silence—the sound of a branch snapping under the weight of its weight.

Murong Han's footsteps approached from afar, each step he took carefully, yet with a unique firmness. The sound of his footsteps on the soft earth was sometimes light and slow, sometimes slightly heavier, like playing a complex musical movement.

Murong Han stopped a short distance away, silently gazing at Murong Che. Seeing Murong Che's pained and distraught appearance, a strange unease welled up within him. His brows furrowed involuntarily, and a complex, unfathomable emotion flickered in his eyes. Then, he approached slowly, each step seemingly deliberate.

Finally, he walked to Murong Che's side and stopped behind him. His voice was soft, carrying a warmth rarely seen in his usual tone, as he gently called out, "Fourth Brother~"

Murong Che was startled, his muscles tensing instantly as if struck by lightning. He instinctively turned around, his movements hurried and flustered.

When he saw that the person standing behind him was Murong Han, a flash of anger first crossed his eyes. The rift and discord between the two of them over the years made him instinctively resistant to Murong Han's appearance. But then, that anger was replaced by surprise. He never expected that Murong Han would appear in such a way at such a moment. And beneath the surprise was more disbelief. Over the years, their relationship had been distant and cold. Murong Han had never called him that before, nor had he ever been so gentle with him.

That one word, "Fourth Brother," was like a warm current, quietly flowing into his long-cold heart, leaving him momentarily at a loss, standing there in a daze, his eyes slightly reddening.

Murong Che was about to speak when he suddenly stopped, thinking to himself: There must be something fishy about this unusual behavior. His sudden show of goodwill must be because of Xue Xiang.

Thinking of this, he curled his lip in disdain, raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile, turned around directly, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance, and coldly said, "What are you doing here!" His voice was devoid of any warmth, sounding particularly cold in the quiet peach blossom forest.

Murong Han looked sincere, took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Fourth Brother, I have come to apologize to you..." As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, his face full of guilt.

Upon hearing this, Murong Che snorted coldly, his voice full of sarcasm, and asked without turning his head, "Hmph, apologize? Apologize for what?" His tone was full of doubt about Murong Han's explanation.

Murong Han took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "Wanwan's matter... is actually..."

"Enough!" Murong Che turned around abruptly, his eyes wide with anger, glaring at her and shouting, "If you're here to plead with Xue Xiang and apologize on her behalf, then let me tell you, I will never forgive her!"

After saying that, his chest heaved violently, clearly filled with anger, and he stared intently at Murong Han, his eyes seeming to see right through him.

Murong Han's expression was solemn. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He slowly spoke, "Fourth Brother, the one who actually killed Wanwan was not Xue Xiang, but... me!" His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor, as if he had used all his strength to say those words.

"What did you say!" Murong Che's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief. He leaned forward involuntarily, as if trying to hear the other person's words more clearly. His eyes seemed to be confirming whether Murong Han was joking, but seeing the other person's serious expression, he knew that it was all true. Anger surged into his heart instantly, and his eyes became bloodshot with anger.

Murong Han tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of guilt, resentment, and a hint of relief: "Fourth Brother, I'm sorry. There has always been a rift between us brothers. I've always hated you. Do you know why?"

Murong Che's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Why?" At this moment, his anger had been replaced by intense confusion, and he desperately wanted to know the reason behind it all.

Murong Han took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Because... I also like Wanwan!"

"What?! You! You also..." Murong Che's voice stopped abruptly. He was completely shocked by this astonishing truth. His lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

Murong Han grew increasingly agitated, waving his hands and shouting, "I've known Wanwan longer than you; we're practically childhood sweethearts. I've always loved her, and my feelings for her are as clear as day! For so many years, she's been my only focus, writing poems for her and helping her through her troubles. But she only has you in her heart. She rejected my feelings for you, so I hate you! I hate that you can win her love when I knew her before you! I know her better than you! Why did the one who came later surpass me!" By the end, his eyes were red, and his face was filled with pain and resentment.

Upon hearing this, Murong Che swayed as if struck by a heavy blow, his face flushing and paling in turns. A complex mix of emotions welled up within him – anger, shock, and disappointment intertwined. He stared at Murong Han, his voice trembling, and said, "All these years, you've held a grudge against me for something like this? But how could you possibly kill Wanwan?"

Murong Han's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, a heavy thud escaping his throat as if something was choking him. His eyes reddened, tears welling up, and his voice, thick with nasal tone, continued, "To get rid of you, I developed a slow-acting poison. This poison won't kill immediately, but it will gradually erode a person's bodily functions, causing internal organs to slowly fail. Every breath will feel like an invisible hand choking your throat, causing excruciating pain, and ultimately, you will die of suffocation."

"You're trying to harm me, so why is it Wanwan who died later!" Murong Che's eyes widened, filled with anger and disbelief. His body trembled violently with rage as he roared, his voice echoing through the silent peach blossom forest.

Murong Han closed his eyes in anguish, his face filled with guilt and struggle. He slowly said, "Xiang'er stole my medicine and poisoned Wanwan. I only learned the truth a year after Wanwan's death. I scolded Xiang'er then, but she was my cousin after all, so I covered for her. But..."

Before he could finish saying "but," Murong Che suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Murong Han's collar with both hands like vises, lifted him up violently, his eyes wide with rage as if he wanted to devour Murong Han, and shouted angrily, "How could you two siblings be so vicious! You killed Wanwan together!"

Murong Che's chest heaved violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his voice hoarse with anger and grief.