Chapter 89 He lied. He saw it all just now.
The mountains are layered upon each other, and the mist stretches endlessly.
Ling Yu stood several hundred meters from the edge of the cliff, surrounded by four female servants who were ready to react and stop her if she made any unusual movements.
Wei Que arrived as promised, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at her, his grip on the handle creaking.
"What...what do you want to tell me?" He was trying his best to remain calm.
Ling Yu glanced at the hidden bushes, her gaze lingering on him for a long time, something she hadn't done in a long time.
It looks just like it, it really does.
He really looks like him.
Ling Yu was dazed for a moment, then regained her composure and asked, "I want to ask you, was what Granny Xu said back then true or false?"
Wei Que's breath hitched, and he immediately thought of her unusual behavior back then. The events were connected like beads on a string; she had faked her death and escaped after listening to Granny Xu's advice.
"It is indeed true."
His voice was hoarse and strained.
But he couldn't help but defend himself, giving her an explanation that was many years overdue.
"But it's not all true."
Ling Yu frowned and looked over coldly.
“Wei Yuan is my half-brother. The one who married you back then was me, not Wei Yuan!” He tightened his grip, almost standing up to tell her, his dark eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his handsome face showing a hint of ferocity.
He laughed bitterly, his voice filled with madness: "I was born to the old Marquis's concubine, yet I was raised as Wei Yuan's henchman, his shadow, his ally. What he dislikes, I naturally must share his burdens, so," Wei Que stared at her, uttering the most heart-wrenching words, "He doesn't love you, he loves your elder sister, so he can refrain from touching you for her sake, but he can't fulfill his duty, so I must take action..."
Ling Yu felt as if struck by lightning upon hearing this.
What I heard from Granny Xu was vastly different from what he told me personally; the feeling of hearing it back then is completely different from knowing it now.
Ling Yu trembled, her lips trembling as she murmured, "The...the person I whisper sweet nothings to every night, the person I talk to by candlelight, the person I vow to spend my life with...is it you or...or him?"
Wei Que chuckled softly, the sound of which made his chest ache: "So what if it's me? So what if it's him? He's the one who stole everything from me—the Marquis's status, my father's favor, and you... He snatched you away from me. He didn't even want you, but he married you because of his father's orders. Yet he wouldn't even have a wedding ceremony or consummate the marriage with you, making me, someone who's practically nonexistent, take his place, ha ha ha ha..."
Ling Yu staggered back several steps, almost falling to the ground.
“I’m just their dog. They need me to take care of everything when they need me, and they can get rid of me as soon as they don’t!” He gripped his knees, his eyes icy cold. “Wei Yuan shouldn’t have fallen for you. I was the one who was supposed to marry you. You should be mine!”
Hearing the truth again, Ling Yu was still terrified. The image of her husband's gentle and kind nature, and the intimate scenes of them trimming candles by the west window, floated into her mind, gradually contrasting with the fierce and ferocious face before her.
She should have guessed it: at night her husband was tender and affectionate, but during the day he avoided her like the plague, and even embarrassed her in front of others on several occasions.
Can……
Ling Yu bit her lip hard, staggered toward him, and half-squatted in front of him.
A pair of eyes were searching, confirming.
"Yu'er..."
Wei Que changed his ferocious and infatuated expression and stared at her with fascination, his gaze lingering on her features.
"Later, he realized his feelings for you and thought he could dump me and have you all to himself, but how could I accept that?"
Ling Yu's hand trembled as she placed it on his face. The latter paused, holding his breath to savor the soft, warm touch on his cheek.
She hadn't been this gentle with him in a long time.
Ever since she learned that he had killed Wei Yuan.
“Yu’er, although we are both born out of wedlock, my situation is much more difficult than yours. I am Wei Yuan’s dark side. I have to do all the things he can’t do, and I have to do the things he doesn’t want to do. No one has ever cared about me, except you…”
Only she offered him tenderness in the soft candlelight of the night, sharing her innermost thoughts and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
How could he not be tempted?
So after learning of Wei Yuan's intentions, he devised a plan to have him torture him and kill him quietly. However, she never expected that she would find out about this and misunderstand him for so many years.
He never expected that the old fox Wei Yuan had left him a trick up his sleeve, causing a rift between him and her, resulting in a painful separation for decades!
The second son of the Marquis's family emerged into the public eye and, with irresistible force, seized the power, reputation, and even his wife from the eldest son.
Ling Yu recalled her husband, whom she had seen in his secret room, who was on the verge of death and had been missing for a long time. With her last bit of strength, she urged him to go find Granny Xu.
All of Granny Xu's words were accusations that Wei Que was heartless and ungrateful, disregarding the years of upbringing he had received from the Marquis's family, and that he had killed his brother, murdered his father, and stolen his brother's wife...
Ling Yu believed him, but she didn't know that he was the one she was to be married to. To avoid any future trouble, she burned the body and ran away...
She left the capital with the refugee group, met Hua Qi, and started a new life. She went to the capital once while developing the Hua family workshop and gradually learned some secrets, but she did not want to go back. Ling Yu had died in the fire, and now only Hua Lianshi was alive.
She had to sever ties with the first half of her life. She was no longer the illegitimate daughter of the Ling family, who could be sold to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, nor was she a vase-like wife of the Marquis's mansion, to be snatched away like an object.
She just wants to be herself.
Therefore, she has not set foot in the capital for the past ten years or so, and she rarely hears any news from the capital.
Despite all her calculations, she never expected to meet him again, and she could never escape his grasp.
Wei Que gently rubbed her palm, his eyes flickering as he stared at her in a daze.
“Yu’er, I also made mistakes back then. I had my reasons, and I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I was rude to you… could you come back with me?” Wei Que looked at her cautiously, his eyes pleading. “I don’t ask for your forgiveness, nor will I force you. I will learn to respect your wishes as you said, and I will not force you anymore. Can you come with me?”
Ling Yu was not moved by his words, but asked instead, "So you killed Wei Yuan, didn't you?"
"And Brother Hua too."
"..." Wei Que forced a stiff smile, his eyelashes lowered to conceal the coldness in his eyes, "You've already married me, so why are you marrying someone else again? It must be him who seduced you, right? You left in a hurry, and you met him on the road and spent a lot of time with him. He helped you a lot, so it's understandable that you couldn't turn away from him. But how could he have different intentions in seducing you?"
Wei Que gently and patiently said, "Yu'er, the storm outside is raging. As a newcomer, you will naturally be deceived by others. Later, I proved that he was just a reckless man who took a fancy to your looks. So he took advantage of you and used your guilt and gratitude as blackmail to force you to give yourself to him."
Ling Yu stared at him silently, knowing full well what kind of person he was, yet she was still captivated by his appearance and voice. The person before her was blurry, gradually aligning with the one deeply hidden in her mind.
"Yu'er, my wife, my love, my dear..."
"I heard yesterday that Mingyue Tower's dragon beard candy now comes in a green tea flavor. Would you like to go and try it, my lady?"
"My dear, I'm sorry. I was wrong today. I shouldn't have scolded you to your face. I promise I won't do it again. Please believe me..."
"Strange? Why would I find it strange? Aren't I your beloved husband?... How can our personalities be different?"
"Don't worry, my love. From now on, we can live a peaceful life together."
...
Each and every detail, each whispered word, tells of how she loved him then, yet was constantly tormented by his ever-changing nature, doubting herself, doubting that he didn't love her enough, doubting that he still had feelings for her, and that his daytime indifference was merely an act, an unwillingness to share their sweetness with outsiders.
At that time, doubt and pain almost overwhelmed her.
Finally, someone told her that she actually had two husbands!?
By day, he is the eldest son of the Marquis's mansion, a man of exceptional talent and noble bearing; by night, he is a lowly illegitimate son of the Marquis's mansion, without even a proper title.
Ling Yu tugged at the corners of her lips, stood up, and gazed down at him.
They completely deceived her, and now they have the nerve to ask her to forget all the humiliation she suffered. But how easy is it to forget?
Ling Yu hadn't forgotten, nor could she forget, the scene of Brother Hua being killed by them. If it weren't for her, if it weren't for their relentless pursuit, how could someone else's life have been taken?
Looking back, even if there were the slightest deviation, it still ended up in this situation, so let her be the one to end it.
How would you like to go back to the way things were?
Ling Yu retreated step by step, while Wei Que approached step by step.
"As long as Yu'er wants it, we can go back. Think of the whispers we made together when we trimmed the candle by the west window, the peach blossoms on the table..."
Ling Yu suddenly moved closer, grabbed his wrist, and stared at him coldly: "Wei Que, don't think about it anymore. In this life, I will never look back."
He quickly hugged her tightly, instinctively wanting to retort, but Ling Yu knew what he was about to say and sternly stopped him: "There will be no next life. I already had someone destroy the lamp for the next life at Huguo Temple. We can't have a next life."
She didn't shout herself hoarse, but calmly explained how the Buddha lamp he had so desperately sought, the one he hoped would grant him a karmic connection with her for countless lifetimes, had been destroyed by her.
Wei Que's eyes were bloodshot and chillingly cold. He choked on his own blood, and as his chest heaved, he finally coughed it up.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yu broke free from his restraints, and a faint light shone through the gap between their bodies.
Ling Yu reached out and touched it, her fingertips pinching the hard object.
The next moment, Wei Que tightened his grip on her hand.
Suddenly, she met his eyes, which were full of hatred and dissatisfaction.
Suddenly he grinned, and blood from the corner of his lips dripped onto their clasped hands as he pulled.
"You don't really want to see me, do you?"
"..."
Ling Yu struggled free and said sharply, "Why waste words? I've said it, I just want to settle things with you!"
"..."
Amidst their entanglement, Wei Que suddenly smiled, released her hand, and looked at her without any emotion.
"Okay, okay..."
Ling Yu was afraid he might play some trick, so she quickly recited the incantation Bai Yuheng had spoken in her mind. At the same time, she turned around at an unusual speed, stirred up a wisp of green smoke, and rushed towards the towering, steep cliff.
"girl!!!"
He just sat there, watching her indifferently.
Her fair face grew even paler, even turning bluish.
A cloud of dust swept by, and the woman in purple was nowhere to be seen on the cliff.
The negligent maid hurriedly looked down at the dark, smoke-filled bottom of the cliff, then knelt down in front of the wheelchair and kowtowed in apology.
"Young Master!!!"
The young envoy was unwilling to accept that the person was dead, but he was also afraid that the person was really dead.
He helped the man who had fallen from the wheelchair, staring at his pale face, and panicked: "Young...Young Master!? Where's your breastplate?!"
Wei Que had a hole in his chest, from which black blood was gushing out, and wisps of invisible black energy were flying out from it.
"Ling Yu! It must be her!" The young envoy's eyes turned red with rage, and he was about to order his men to search the bottom of the cliff thoroughly, to find her alive or dead.
"No, no..."
Wei Que leaned against the young envoy, his head shaking so lightly it was almost frightening: "Let her go, I owe her..."
"Young Master!!"
He was so frustrated with her that he wished he could tear her to pieces.
"Don't say anymore..."
As he spoke, another mouthful of blood welled up from his dry throat, his lips curled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the spot where she had just left.
"She lied to me."
"The lamp for the next life is not broken..."
Wei Que grinned, the scene before him gradually blurring, but the figure of the woman in purple remained exceptionally clear.
He had seen it before leaving Beijing.
The light is still working fine.
How could she possibly ruin it?
She clearly still resented him and was deliberately trying to make him uneasy.
She's a liar.
She just lied; she bites her lower lip when she lies.
Wei Que smiled before his eyes.
He saw it all just now.
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