HNYWEF -Chapter 156 Reincarnation Through Borrowed Flesh

The courtyard was so quiet one could hear their own heartbeat.

Li Shimin stood there, looking at Sun Simiao.

Those four words were still echoing in his ears.

No cure with medicine.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But nothing came out.

Cheng Yaojin took a step forward, then stopped again. Qin Qiong leaned against a pillar, motionless. Empress Zhangsun held onto Li Shimin’s hand—the hand was cold, but she did not let go.

Sun Simiao glanced at them.

Then he walked under the corridor and sat down on a stone bench.

“Why are you all still standing there?”

His voice was still as steady as ever—old, but clear.

“Sit and talk.”

Li Shimin froze for a moment.

He looked at Sun Simiao, then at the stone benches he was pointing to.

He walked over and sat down.

Empress Zhangsun followed and sat as well.

Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong also came over, each taking a stone bench.

Five people formed a circle, a stone table between them.

Sun Simiao spoke.

“The reason there is no cure is because the illness is not in the body.”

Li Shimin looked at him.

“Not in the body?”

Sun Simiao shook his head.

“In the soul.”

Cheng Yaojin froze.

“The soul?”

Sun Simiao nodded.

“This person shows signs of borrowed flesh reincarnation.”

The courtyard exploded into shock.

Cheng Yaojin’s mouth fell wide open, his eyes nearly popping out. Qin Qiong frowned deeply, leaning forward slightly. Empress Zhangsun covered her mouth, her hand trembling.

Li Shimin sat there, completely still.

He stared at Sun Simiao, his mind going blank.

Borrowed flesh reincarnation?

Sun Simiao raised his hand and pressed downward slightly.

“Calm yourselves.”

The group quieted down, but their expressions did not ease.

Sun Simiao continued, “This person’s soul has already lived another life. But during the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, something went wrong. He did not enter a new body—rather, his soul fell into a body that had already lost its original soul.”

He looked at Li Shimin.

“So his fate was already broken. From the moment he came into this world, it was severed.”

Li Shimin suddenly recalled what Li Chunfeng had once said.

“This person’s fate has been broken for nearly twenty years.”

Back then, he had not believed it.

Now Sun Simiao was saying the same thing.

He opened his mouth.

“Then… can he still be saved?”

Sun Simiao looked at him.

He paused for two breaths.

“Yes, he can be saved.”

Li Shimin’s eyes lit up slightly.

Sun Simiao said, “But only by himself.”

Li Shimin froze.

Sun Simiao continued, “Medicine cannot treat the soul, and acupuncture cannot reach reincarnation. Whether he can break free depends entirely on himself. No one else can help, and no one can replace him.”

He paused again.

“But there is one thing you must remember.”

He turned first to Li Shimin.

“You must not attempt to investigate his past life—by any means whatsoever. If you do, his soul will be destroyed.”

After speaking, Sun Simiao turned his gaze again.

It landed on one person.

Zhou Yi stood at the doorway of the main hall, unmoving since earlier. He had been listening the entire time. His face showed no expression, but his hand was gripping the doorframe so tightly it creaked.

Sun Simiao looked at him.

“Child, no matter what, he is still your father. That will never change.”

Zhou Yi stood there, staring at him.

His eyes suddenly turned red.

But he did not cry.

Sun Simiao withdrew his gaze.

He stood up.

“I’m leaving.”

Li Shimin was startled.

“Sir Sun—”

Sun Simiao did not turn back.

He walked toward the gate at an unhurried pace.

When he reached the screen wall, he suddenly stopped.

Still without looking back.

“The heavens are unjust… fate plays cruel tricks…”

His voice drifted from ahead.

“The heavens are unjust… fate plays cruel tricks…”

Then he continued walking.

His figure disappeared behind the screen wall.

Footsteps faded away.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Li Shimin sat on the stone bench, motionless.

He stared at the door, at Zhou Yi standing there, at the young face.

He did not know what to say.

Cheng Yaojin scratched his head and cursed under his breath, though no one knew at whom.

Qin Qiong stood up, walked to Zhou Yi’s side, and patted his shoulder.

He said nothing.

Zhou Yi lowered his head, looking at his hands.

One hand was still gripping the doorframe, his fingernails almost torn.

He slowly let go.

Raised his head.

Looked at the people in the courtyard.

Li Shimin looked at him.

He looked back at Li Shimin.

Zhou Yi spoke first.

His voice was very soft.

“Is what he said… true?”

Li Shimin was silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

“It should be.”

Zhou Yi said nothing more.

He turned around.

Pushed the door open.

Walked inside.

The door closed behind him.