Darkholm Translation

CHAPTER 031 Lu Yun'er lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on those bloodstained hands. She then carefully extended her own hand, trying not to touch his skin, and slowly rolled up his sleeve to his forearm. As the sleeve rose, a delicate, snow-white arm was revealed, shining faintly in the light. These long, slender fingers, untouched by the harshness of life, were clearly nurtured in luxury from a young age. Indeed, they were hands as pure as jade, flawless and exquisite, like a perfect work of art. She finally understood why some people have a fascination with hands. They were truly beautiful! But recalling the scene just moments ago, these pristine jade-like hands had been stained with crimson, and he didn’t seem the least bit afraid of such a bloody sight, which surprised her greatly. "Is this height okay?" Lu Yun'er asked as she finished rolling up one sleeve. "It’s fine." Su Qingwan stood obediently in front of Lu Yun'er, like a gentle pupp...

CHAPTER 030 The sky was overcast, with thick clouds obscuring the light, making everything appear gray and murky, as if the world had been steeped in dirty water. In contrast, Su Qingwan, dressed in a white robe, looked like a piece of pure, translucent jade. His entire being radiated a noble and serene aura as he walked along the path, holding a book. His robe fluttered gently, making him appear as graceful as the wind. Compared to the surroundings, he stood out as exceptionally clean and pristine. Even just a glimpse of his side profile was enough to leave a lasting impression. However, his beautiful face was marred by a hint of sadness. Qin Yaxue hurried over and stopped a few steps away. She had long heard that the young lord Su was an unparalleled beauty, pure and otherworldly. Though she had seen him from a distance before, hindered by the scar on her face, they had never been properly introduced. Today, however, fate seemed to be on her side. She adjusted her appearance once mor...

CHAPTER 029 Early the next morning, before the first light of dawn, the sky was still gray and overcast. Lu Residence Dining Hall. Lu Yun’er sat at the table, her spirit lacking, with dark circles under her eyes. She propped her chin up with her hands and let out a long sigh, lost in a tangle of thoughts. Yes! She had suffered from insomnia last night. It was rare for her not to have nightmares, but what she dreamed of was even more baffling and shocking. The room was filled with flickering red candles, double happiness characters pasted on the windows, red wedding garments scattered chaotically on the ground, and within the red silk curtains, the silhouettes of a man and woman intertwined. A scene of boundless springtime passion unfolded right before her eyes. In the dream, Lu Yun’er seemed like an outsider, observing the familiar furnishings of the room. She realized that this was the very wedding chamber that the Lu couple had prepared for her, a room meant for her marriage. Despite...

CHAPTER 028 Lü Yun'er suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Qiu Yi seriously, saying, "Qiu Yi, what are you thinking all day? I knew you’d start overthinking things. We’re of similar age and grew up together. Despite all the changes in the household over the years, it’s always been just the two of us supporting each other. Even though we have a master-servant relationship, I’ve always considered you family, never an outsider. As for the matter with the little prince of the Su family, I have my own reasons for handling it the way I did—it wasn't to intentionally keep you in the dark." "Master, Qiu Yi was wrong, and I misunderstood you," Qiu Yi replied, her eyes welling up with tears, filled with emotion. Then, she asked in a puzzled tone, "But... the little prince likes you, so what about you, Master?" Although there is General Liu to protect the master, General Liu is, after all, a military officer, and once war breaks out in Huabei, she won’t sta...

CHAPTER 027 The carriage interior was dim, but with the light coming in from the window, it was still possible to see each other’s features clearly. Lu Yuner, aware of the awkwardness, immediately straightened up and put some distance between them before sitting down. She politely asked, “Did you hurt yourself just now, Little Prince Su?” He had definitely bumped into something, though it wasn’t painful—except for that particular spot. Su Qingwan, feeling shy, initially wanted to say he wasn’t hurt, but upon noticing Lu Yuner’s deliberate distancing, he suddenly changed his mind. “Yes, I hit the back of my head,” he said, raising his hand to rub it, his tone especially pitiful. “It feels hot, and it’s a bit painful. I wonder if it’ll swell? Sister Yuner, could you rub it for me?” Lu Yuner had long since seen through Su Qingwan. This was the carriage from Prince Yun’s manor, and when she had placed her hands down earlier, she could feel that the interior was made of the finest materials...