kvmb Chapter 77 Your Majesty, please grant me death!
Chapter 77 Your Majesty, please grant me death!
Su Jinran came to see the Emperor with trepidation. At that time, the Emperor was discussing state affairs with the Ninth Prince in the Imperial Study.
After bowing respectfully, Su Jinran slowly began to speak, her words filled with sincerity and helplessness as she recounted the hardships and pain she had endured in her marriage over the years.
He spoke tactfully, recounting his own experiences without uttering a single word of resentment towards Murong Lin. At the height of his emotion, he gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the scars covering his body, each one seemingly a silent lament for the hardships he had endured.
Then, he took a deep breath and calmly and firmly pleaded with the emperor: "Your Majesty, I am now physically and mentally exhausted, and I am weary of the hustle and bustle of the world. I only wish that Your Majesty would grant me permission to become a monk and spend the rest of my life by the side of the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp, in order to find liberation."
Upon hearing Su Jinran's words, Emperor Murong Xuan and Ninth Prince Murong Yi exchanged glances, their brows furrowing simultaneously.
Murong Xuan's expression was solemn. He broke the silence first, his authoritative voice carrying a hint of concern: "Jinran, your marriage to Lin'er was personally bestowed by me. Although Lin'er is a bit willful at times, she is not a bad person at heart. Can you reconsider this matter? After all, you have been married for quite some time now! How can you just let your feelings of these past few years fall apart like this!"
But Su Jinran was unwavering in his resolve. His expression remained unchanged, his gaze firm yet revealing a hint of despair as he said, "Your Majesty, my mind is made up, and this matter will not be changed."
Just as Murong Xuan looked troubled and remained silent, Murong Lin rushed over anxiously. Murong Feng, Murong Lin, and Lin Qianqian also dared not slacken in the slightest and followed closely behind, quickly entering the hall.
Upon seeing this, Murong Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, and she subconsciously exchanged a glance with Lin Qianqian.
Murong Lin moved gracefully, knelt down, and said sweetly, "Your subject greets Your Majesty!"
Murong Feng stood tall and straight, knelt on one knee, and said loudly, "Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
Murong Lin strode forward with his head held high, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
Murong Lin's gaze swept quickly over Su Jinran, whose face was cold and pale, as if he had lost his life. She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart by a sharp blade, and the pain spread throughout her body. She suppressed her grief and unease and turned to the Emperor, her voice trembling with urgency: "Brother, what... exactly did you two talk about?"
Murong Xuan tilted his head slightly, sighed softly, his face full of helplessness, slowly shook his head, his brows furrowed tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Jinran, he... he wants to become a monk."
Upon hearing this, Murong Lin felt as if struck by lightning, her mind going completely blank, and all color draining from her face. Her eyes widened, filled with terror and despair, her lips trembling slightly as if she wanted to say something but something seemed to choke her throat. After a long while, she managed to utter a weak sound: "Become a nun? No...no! No!" She broke down in tears, collapsing to the ground.
Murong Feng, Murong Lin, and Lin Qianqian, who were standing to the side, were also astonished. They stared at each other with wide eyes, and each saw deep disbelief in the other's eyes.
Murong Feng subconsciously took a small step forward, as if trying to confirm whether he had misheard. Murong Lin frowned even more, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and annoyance. Lin Qianqian covered her mouth, her eyes filled with worry and pity, her gaze shifting back and forth between Su Jinran and Murong Lin.
Murong Lin staggered, rushing towards Su Jinran, her hands tightly gripping his sleeve as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope. Tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling with sobs as she pleaded, "Jinran, don't go, don't leave me. I know I was wrong, everything I did in the past was just my willful and reckless behavior, I promise I'll change. Please don't abandon me, give me another chance." Her tears flowed freely, soaking Su Jinran's clothes, her voice hoarse from crying, almost losing its quality.
However, Su Jinran's face remained as cold as frost, his eyes sharp and resolute, like a cold, hard stone, unmoved. He gently broke free from Murong Lin's grasp, his gaze resolute and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation or lingering affection.
“Eighth Princess, do not blame yourself. You are innocent. It is all my fault, Su Jinran’s fault. I have the title but have failed to fulfill the duties and obligations of a husband. All these faults are my own. I am guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die. Since this is the case, even becoming a monk cannot atone for my sins. There is no need to mention it again. I only beg Your Majesty to grant me death to atone for my sins!” He raised his head and chest, suddenly raising his voice. Every word was powerful and resolute, and his eyes showed determination and firmness, without any fear or retreat.