Chapter 2141: King of the Pirates (End)

Chapter 2141: Chapter 2141: King of the Pirates (End)

Chuzheng also felt that she could still be saved, so she decided to leave Phantom Island and head to the mainland.

After all, the Good Person Card also liked the mainland...

Chuzheng’s decision left the Pirates puzzled about who would take charge after her departure.

Chuzheng never considered these matters as her mission was already complete; whoever liked to lead could take over...

But reality wasn’t so simple.

If she wanted to leave, she had to make proper arrangements.

The Second Island Master was immediately vetoed by Chuzheng.

Zhuang Ping wasn’t quite up to handling major affairs; Mi Yun, however, was rather cunning and treacherous, quite suitable.

But Mi Yun wasn’t too willing to take over.

Of course, in the end, whether Mi Yun agreed or not, he had to accept. Chuzheng left him a letter and left overnight with Bu Qing and some pirates.

Mi Yun: "..."

This is too much!

The person involved hasn’t even agreed yet!

-

It took over a month from the sea to the mainland, and the symptoms in Chuzheng’s body were increasingly apparent.

Bu Qing changed quite a bit; he used to follow Chuzheng obediently like a pretty but mindless little pet.

Now he had developed his own opinions and learned to take care of Chuzheng.

Upon reaching the mainland, Chuzheng inquired about renowned healers and doctors.

Unfortunately, after visiting them all, none could provide a useful solution.

"Based on what you said, you’ve taken too many mixed drugs; only the person who prescribed them knows... I am powerless." The doctor confessed.

—— Could you take another look?

Bu Qing wrote down a sentence.

"Alas..." The doctor shook his head.

Bu Qing wanted to write more, but Chuzheng pulled him back and took out a piece of Silver: "Thank you. Let’s go."

"No need, I haven’t... Miss." The doctor tried to return the Silver as he chased after them, but Chuzheng and Bu Qing were already in a carriage, and he couldn’t catch up on foot.

Inside the carriage, the young man leaned on Chuzheng’s lap, looking drowsy.

Chuzheng placed her fingers on the back of his neck, gently rubbing with her fingertips: "Where would you like to go play?"

Bu Qing wasn’t in the mood to think about such things; he shook his head and pulled out a piece of paper, pointing to the addresses and names that hadn’t been crossed off yet.

There were still several left they could...

"Bu Qing, I don’t want to waste time on this." Chuzheng took the piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out of the carriage. Bu Qing sat up suddenly, eyes wide with ’what are you doing’ written in them.

Chuzheng said calmly: "I want to take you to see the places you like."

"..."

Bu Qing froze for a moment, then slowly sat back down and hugged Chuzheng.

-

The winter snow gradually melted, green buds emerged on branches, and the desolate world took on a vibrant spring life.

Several carriages traveled slowly along a mountain path.

The curtain of the middle carriage was lifted, and a handsome young man lay on the window looking outside.

"Cough cough cough..."

The young man heard the sound from behind and immediately let down the curtain, returning to Chuzheng’s side, gently patting her back.

"It’s okay." Chuzheng held his hand in hers.

Bu Qing watched her intently, without blinking.

Chuzheng felt uncomfortable under his stare and said grumpily: "Looking at me like that, do you want to kiss me?"

Bu Qing: "..."

Bu Qing nodded.

Chuzheng raised her chin: "Give me the water."

Bu Qing poured Chuzheng a glass of water, she rinsed her mouth, then leaned back slightly: "Go ahead."

Bu Qing: "..."

-

The carriage gradually stopped, and someone knocked outside.

"Island Master, shall we rest here today?"

"...Hmm." A muffled voice came from within the carriage, sounding a bit strange.

The one who asked was puzzled, but the carriage door opened, and the young man wrapped in a snow-white cloak stepped down.

Inside the carriage, Chuzheng leaned against it with her head propped up, covered with a light blanket, showing no obvious signs of illness.

They dared not look for long, quickly moving away to prepare for their overnight stay.

Bu Qing removed his cloak and began cooking skillfully; after some practice, he could make many delicious dishes.

When Chuzheng wasn’t ill, she was actually quite fine, able to run and jump.

So during meals, she got off the carriage herself.

After eating, Chuzheng took a stroll nearby, planning to return to the carriage to lie down, but Bu Qing suddenly pulled her and pointed to the mountain.

"Do you want to go?"

——I want to go with you.

"Then let’s go."

It seemed this area was often visited, so the path wasn’t difficult.

The stars and moon shone brightly; the wilderness was silent.

Bu Qing supported Chuzheng as they slowly climbed up; reaching the peak, their view widened.

On the other side of the mountain, there was another village, at this moment lit up with lights, like a small flame igniting in the Dark.

Bu Qing laid his cloak on the ground, and they lay down, looking up at the starry sky.

The starlight reflected in their eyes like tiny diamonds, revealing the vast starry river beyond.

"Bu Qing."

Chuzheng turned her head to look at the person beside her.

"Do you feel like you’re living a real life?"

Bu Qing didn’t understand.

"Do you feel that being here, your life feels real? Or is it like an illusion, feeling like you don’t belong here."

Bu Qing hooked Chuzheng’s finger and slowly wrote a few words as he pulled it over.

——I belong to you.

Chuzheng replied righteously: "Of course you belong to me. That’s not my question."

——When I met you... it didn’t feel real.

Chuzheng: "..."

How come meeting me doesn’t feel real?

I’ll give you another chance, speak properly!

——I always felt like I was dreaming, and one day when I wake up, I’ll still be the slave of the Zhou Family.

He was truly afraid.

One day when he wakes up, he’d still be the bullied slave, with no change in life.

He’d never have met her.

Chuzheng held his hand: "I’m here."

Bu Qing tilted his head, smiling at her.

The wind swept across the hill, bringing the night’s chill and the scent of worldly fireworks, with a lingering and touching melody vaguely drifting from the village.

-

Chuzheng’s condition worsened, with little energy left, Bu Qing watched over her, his face pale as if he were the one sick.

"What will you do if I leave like this?"

Bu Qing lowered his head, showing little reaction.

She said she feared death, but he feared her death too.

Bu Qing sniffled, raising his head, with a gentle smile, he brought the warm soup to Chuzheng’s lips.

Bu Qing dared not stray far from Chuzheng, often startling awake at night to check if she was still breathing.

Chuzheng found him annoying, several times almost kicking him away.

Had it not been for her failing body, given the Good Person Card’s behavior, he’d have been hit long ago!

One day, for some reason, Bu Qing slept deeply, and when he got up the next day, he found Chuzheng’s temperature was off.

At first, he froze, unable to move for a while.

The sounds of others getting up and moving outside startled Bu Qing; he regained himself, trembling as he reached under Chuzheng’s nose.

Bu Qing’s face lost all color, his eyes widened, filled with misty tears threatening to fall but not yet spilling over.

He just held her, sitting there stiffly.

The morning sun rose, its light slowly entering the carriage.

Bu Qing and Chuzheng hadn’t come out for a while, and when knocking there was no answer, someone found it odd and opened the carriage door carefully.

Inside, the young man sat in the sunlit shadows, silently holding the person in his arms, tears falling quietly, the scene unexpectedly striking, everyone outside froze in place.

They’d seen many in despair, fear, and pain, but... they never shared the same sorrow.

Yet with Bu Qing, they could feel it.

His cries weren’t heart-wrenching, yet it felt like he was being pulled apart, his pain and sadness silently pouring out with his tears, drowning him.

Bu Qing sat for a whole day and night; the people outside watched but dared not intervene.

On the third day.

It was discovered that no one was inside the carriage, leaving only a letter and some silver notes, instructing them to disperse or return to Phantom Island.

From then on, Bu Qing was never seen again.

Many years later, the seas still teemed with Pirates; they returned to their old ways, yet one thing remained unchanged—the Black Flag forever waved across the sea.