Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower-Chapter 1000: Restoration or Retirement?

"Junjun is here..."

Although Bai Junjun was seven or eight years younger than him, the moment Yuwen Luanfei saw Junjun, he felt as if he was looking at an elder sister. The grievances he’d been enduring until now finally broke free, and he desperately wanted to cry his heart out.

To think of it, just days prior, Yuwen Luanfei had been lying in bed, unconscious and unaware of himself. Wenren Pingting hadn’t paid much attention to his mental state at the time.

Seven days ago, Yuwen Luanfei’s condition improved, and he finally regained his breath. But he had completely lost his fighting spirit, becoming utterly despondent. He often displayed an air of deep sorrow and an overwhelming despair, as if life held no meaning.

Wenren Pingting watched on in constant fear, wanting to console him yet unsure how to approach him. To complicate matters, the elderly couple had returned; the house was small, and there were many moments when opening her mouth felt inappropriate. So Wenren Pingting chose to endure in silence.

But as Yuwen Luanfei grew increasingly haggard and dispirited, Wenren Pingting found herself accompanying him in sleepless nights.

Now that Bai Junjun had arrived, the lifeless Yuwen Luanfei finally displayed some emotion, and Wenren Pingting could breathe a small sigh of relief.

Soon, muffled sobbing echoed from the room.

The neighbors next door sighed immediately upon hearing it, assuming that the young man who had sought refuge here had finally passed away.

Yuwen Luanfei cried his heart out—a cathartic release of the pain and pressure caused by his brothers’ betrayal and the deaths of the two hundred thousand soldiers who had perished for him.

Bai Junjun, like an unflappable housekeeper, remained calm-faced in the face of Yuwen Luanfei’s breakdown and weeping.

Only when Luanfei had nearly finished crying did Junjun offer words of comfort.

"It’s alright. Treat this as a rebirth through fire. Whatever path you choose for your future, it will always lead to a fresh start."

"A fresh start? What kind of fresh start?" Yuwen Luanfei’s eyes were bloodshot, fragile as though he were no more than a child.

Wenren Pingting spoke at last: "Junjun says that whether you aim for a comeback or choose to withdraw from the tide, she can help you accomplish it."

Yuwen Luanfei was mildly stunned and fell silent for a long time.

If it had been a month ago, he would have chosen to stage his death without hesitation and vanish from the Imperial Court.

But now... when he thought of the two hundred thousand soldiers who had sacrificed themselves for him—their bones unburied and their vengeance left untranslated—how could he abandon their blood-soaked grievances, retreat, and indulge in peace? Yuwen Luanfei’s expression darkened; he simply couldn’t do it.

As Yuwen Luanfei wrestled with his inner turmoil, a slender, pale hand gently grasped his.

"Your Highness, you used to say how tempting the idea of living in reclusion sounded. I am willing to give up everything in the Imperial Capital now to accompany you in trying that kind of life."

Wenren Pingting felt that Yuwen Luanfei, in his current state, was unfit for revenge. Never mind whether the grand undertaking would succeed or fail—revenge would surely bring him unhappiness and even an early death. Surely it was better to live in peace and safety instead.

However, to her surprise, Yuwen Luanfei did not nod.

Living in serene retreats with Pingting—what a joy that would be. But...

Yuwen Luanfei’s mind churned with the desperate cries of the soldiers who had shielded him from the blades. Their agony consumed him; how, then, could he dare to pursue peace?

Yuwen Luanfei silently shook his head.

Bai Junjun could not help but speak: "I understand your feelings right now. The deaths of two hundred thousand soldiers—you do bear some responsibility for it. This torment is yours to endure."

Yuwen Luanfei’s body stiffened. In that moment of being seen through, he felt as though he had fallen into hell itself, his entire being freezing cold.

Just as his fear reached its peak, Bai Junjun spoke again.

"However, if you choose revenge, there will be another two hundred thousand, perhaps four hundred thousand, even six hundred thousand souls thrown into torment."

"No..." Yuwen Luanfei rasped in a cracked voice, his eyes trembling with fear.

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