Su Weichuan's pupils suddenly dilated.
All memories were forcibly torn apart.
The image of Qi Baisu's resentment before her death kept replaying in his mind.
The sound rang out repeatedly as soldiers loudly reported, "The entire squad led by Cheng Sanhe has been wiped out."
He sent a message by carrier pigeon, ordering his trained assassins to slaughter the entire Cheng family.
As for Cheng Nan...
Perhaps, at that moment, he still wanted to leave a child for Cheng Sanhe, at least to be worthy of the title "Second Brother" that Cheng Sanhe had called him.
The most painful memory of my life keeps getting magnified.
Su Weichuan's heart was burning with anger, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He stared at the half of the bright yellow dragon robe in front of him.
Suddenly, he chuckled.
"Mo Yunzhao... the future of the Great Zhou... will ultimately be lost to the Sui people!"
Mo Yunzhao had already stood up.
Looking down from above, arrogant and domineering.
"Su Weichuan, the Sui Dynasty is dead, utterly and completely. This world..."
"No!"
Su Weichuan struggled to lift his head.
Facing the light, everything is indistinct.
He still firmly said it.
"No! As long as she is here, the Sui Dynasty will exist!"
Mo Yunzhao's heart skipped a beat.
Su Weichuan, however, stretched out his hand forward with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Susu, have you come to pick me up?"
A once-powerful warlord, the only prince of a different surname in the Great Zhou Dynasty, withered and gray-haired, has completely perished!
Mo Yunzhao's unease vanished instantly.
There is no "him" here!
It was just a hallucination that Su Weichuan experienced before he died.
...
Jiang Qingwan did not struggle when she was abducted.
Because she could smell the unique spiritual energy of the Qilian Mountains.
After a bumpy ride, she landed in a secluded courtyard on a hillside.
A strangely familiar voice suddenly appeared in front of her.
She was thin and old, with gray hair held in place by a strangely shaped jade hairpin.
That hairpin was carved little by little by her when she was eight years old, using a carving knife she stole from her second senior brother.
Her nose suddenly felt sore.
The longing of not seeing each other for five years, along with the bitterness and grievances that had accumulated in her heart, caused tears to well up in her eyes instantly.
She was like a child who couldn't find her way home.
She knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Master..."
Jiang Hengsong turned around.
Before she could even speak, her eyes were already red.
Seeing his disciple's pale face, scattered spiritual energy, and heartbroken grief, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
“Back then, I didn’t dare let you go down the mountain. Even if you hate me, I would tie you up on the mountain.”
He spoke harshly, but his warm, large hand gently patted Jiang Qingwan's head with affection.
"Don't cry anymore. Your master will take you back to Qilian Mountain. From now on, you will never care about anything in this world again."
Jiang Qingwan lowered her head and cried for a while before her emotions stabilized slightly.
She opened her arms and raised them high, but dared not look at Jiang Hengsong's face.
"Master, who am I?"
The jade ring, broken in two, was stained with blood in his palm.
It was as if one was suddenly pulled back into that fierce battle.
Jiang Hengsong's expression was unusually solemn.
Looking at the jade ring, his lips trembled slightly.
His voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow.
“You are Jiang Qingwan, the last disciple of Master. You are the most talented person in the Zhuge Clan of Qilian Mountain, and the number one diviner in the world, Yun Tianji, who is respected and praised by everyone in the world.”
"Master!"
Jiang Qingwan suddenly raised her head.
His bloodshot eyes held too many complex and unexpressed emotions.
"I am a citizen of the Great Sui Dynasty, right? Tell me, who is Qi Baisu? Who is Su Weichuan? And who is the little princess you rescued from the palace?"
She screamed herself hoarse.
A metallic, sweet taste rose in her throat, but she suppressed it forcefully.
Jiang Hengsong remained silent.
My eyes were filled with nothing but heartache.
Outside the courtyard gate, someone shouted loudly, "Xiao Jiuhe, the chief general of the Great Sui Military Camp, pays respects to the Great Sui Princess! Long live the Princess!"
The courtyard gate opened, and a middle-aged man in blood-stained armor, exuding a heroic and composed air, strode in.
Jiang Qingwan turned around.
His eyes widened suddenly.
The chaotic memories in my mind are gradually being unraveled.
She felt as if she had returned to that illusion in the ghost market.
She stood on the blood-stained stone steps, the long steps seemingly endless.
There were dead people all around.
Palace maids, soldiers...
A man in armor rushed over, carrying a long spear, and shielded her behind him.
A sharp, urgent shout.
"Little princess, run!"
The illusion and reality slowly merged.
Jiang Qingwan stood up stiffly and walked towards Xiao Jiuhe.
"I...have seen you before, a long, long time ago."
Xiao Jiuhe was about to answer when Jiang Hengsong stopped him.
"General Xiao, can you really be so heartless?"
Xiao Jiuhe's movements faltered slightly, and the smile on his lips was unusually cold and sharp.
"This is a matter of our Great Sui Dynasty, and Master Jiang has no right to interfere."
After saying that, he cupped his hands in greeting again.
“The princess and I have indeed met. Nineteen years ago, the Sui Dynasty was destroyed. It was I who risked my life to rescue the princess from the palace, and I also had my son accompany her as she grew up for many years.”
Jiang Qingwan took a deep, painful breath.
"Are you Xiao Rancuo's father?"
"Yes! I am the father of your second senior brother, Xiao Rancuo, and also the real Banlu. My skills have been passed down, and I am not dead. As long as the princess gives the order, I am willing to go through fire and water for her, march straight to the capital, kill the dog emperor, and avenge the king, queen, and the eldest princess who was framed and killed by Su Weichuan!"
Jiang Qingwan asked, stunned.
"Princess...Qi Baisu?"
"yes!"
Xiao Jiuhe replied with a firm and powerful voice.
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