On the Jade Terrace.

Only Mo Yunzhao and Su Weichuan remained.

Yan Yunqing, having been ordered to lead troops to search and confiscate the Su family's property, has already left.

The chief eunuch stood below the stage, looking up at it with some concern.

But Mo Yunzhao wouldn't allow anyone to get close, so he could only watch helplessly.

Step over the shattered yellow banners and the scattered ice and jade stones.

Mo Yunzhao stood in front of Su Weichuan, and after a moment he actually squatted down to look him in the eye.

"It's been nineteen years since she died, and I always thought you had let it go."

Su Weichuan slowly raised his head.

Beneath his full head of white hair, his eyes had lost all their luster, appearing weathered and cloudy.

He forced a weak smile, a cold and sarcastic laugh.

"You know, the person I most want to kill is you."

Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Then why don't you take action? Nineteen years, you have plenty of opportunities."

Su Weichuan chuckled.

"Though you are a villain, I will never forget the blood oath we swore to each other, a vow that will last a hundred years. And you? Do you still remember Cheng Sanhe?"

...

Cheng Mansion.

main hall.

Cheng rushed in in a panic, tripped on the threshold, and fell so hard that her knee bled, but she didn't care about crying out in pain at that moment.

"Cheng Nan, it's over, it's all over! The Imperial Guards have raided the Su family's place! What are we going to do? What are we going to do?"

Cheng Nan sat upright in the armchair.

Neatly dressed, with a calm expression.

Upon hearing this, he simply asked, "Has the imperial decree already been issued?"

Madam Cheng said anxiously, "The Imperial Guards have gone there, how could it be fake? Father has really gone too far this time. He actually led troops to storm the palace and even went to Yuqiongtian. Isn't this treason? Even if the Emperor indulges the Su family, he will never forgive them."

“Cheng Nan, you’re always the most resourceful. Let’s take advantage of their raid on the Su family and leave the capital quickly, shall we? And Lan’er, I heard that Zhou Tao from the Dali Temple has been captured. He was also involved in the Ma Huaipo incident. Now the Dali Temple must be full of loopholes, and no one will notice Lan’er. Let’s rescue her and leave immediately, living in anonymity from now on…”

"I'm not leaving!"

Cheng Nan interrupted Cheng Shi.

He looked at his wife calmly.

Suddenly, tears streamed down her face.

"Rong Hui, I've wronged you all these years."

Cheng was stunned.

"What...what are you saying?"

Suddenly, without warning, Cheng Nan spat out a mouthful of black blood, and her face turned visibly pale.

He struggled to pull a letter from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"Here, take this. You can go now."

At this moment, the Cheng family completely panicked.

She reached out to help Cheng Nan up and used a handkerchief to stop the blood from flowing from his mouth.

"Someone, find a doctor! Find a doctor!"

Cheng Nan raised her hand and pushed her away forcefully, but she had almost collapsed on the armchair with little strength left.

“I…don’t need…the Su family’s help. Take the divorce papers…you’re no longer a Cheng family woman.”

He swept the envelopes off the table and onto the floor.

The letter fell at Cheng's feet like a withered leaf.

"A...a letter of divorce?"

Her years of pampered life instantly ignited her anger. She bent down, picked up the letter, and saw that it really was a letter of divorce.

He was so angry that he slapped Cheng Nan across the face.

"How dare you divorce me? You, a lowly commoner, dare to divorce me!"

She screamed hysterically.

"If it weren't for me, there wouldn't be a Cheng family in the capital. If it weren't for me, how could you have enjoyed so many years of carefree life? Because of your background, how much suffering have I endured? When have I ever been able to hold my head high in front of the Su family? You can't help me at all, and yet you still have the nerve to divorce me?"

She was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped him again.

Cheng Nan didn't dodge; his face was covered by two large red handprints, and he remained as cowardly and silent as ever.

The more Cheng thought about it, the angrier she became.

She was the second young lady of the Su family, a county princess personally bestowed by the emperor.

But what did she get from the Cheng family? Nothing.

This man is useless.

When disaster struck, he actually tried to distance himself from her and escape.

She was about to hit again.

Cheng Nan coughed up another mouthful of black blood.

The person was already on their last breath.

He struggled and pushed the table in front of him away.

As the mechanism turned.

The secret room behind slowly opened.

The room was filled with countless memorial tablets.

The one at the very front is engraved with: "Loving Father Cheng Sanhe!"

Startled, Mrs. Cheng took two steps back.

Pointing at the tokens, his anger intensified.

"Cheng Nan, you coward, you actually set up a mourning hall in the main hall? Could it be... could it be that I've been eating these tokens all these years? No wonder my luck and Yulan's luck have been getting worse and worse."

She was still cursing.

Cheng Nan suddenly roared, "It was Su Weichuan who killed my entire Su family of loyal martyrs! Bad luck? If you think it's bad luck, then leave. Didn't we already give you the letter of divorce? What are you doing, the dignified second young lady of the Su family, clinging to the Cheng family? Our Cheng family will never recognize a member of the Su family as a daughter-in-law."

"I've waited all these years, and Su Weichuan is finally going to die, and the Su family is finally going to be finished. Sons and grandsons turn against each other, the lineage dwindles, and Su Weichuan will die without a single descendant to mourn him, hahahahaha..."

He was laughing when he suddenly couldn't catch his breath, his head lolled to the side, and he died in the armchair.

At the same time, the gate of the Cheng family mansion was kicked open.

A dozen or so Imperial Guards had already rushed in.

On the Jade Terrace,

Mo Yunzhao's expression was rather unpleasant.

Emotions, however, are fleeting.

"Cheng Sanhe is a man of Zhuge Liang's talent, a master of military campaigns, but unfortunately, he is too ungrateful."

Su Weichuan's gaze passed over him and looked towards the distant horizon.

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