The look he gave her was...somber.

The aura around him seemed to have sunk to the bottom of a valley, without any warmth or ripples. His cold gaze was like he was looking at a corpse, causing Yun Ying to feel uneasy for no reason.

He took a step forward.

The slightly moving hem of her clothes created a breeze, and the cold air from her body blew onto her face, almost freezing her.

Yun Ying's throat tightened slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step back:

"Master Jing, I know you are sad about Zhang Fei's death, but this is not the result we want to see. The Gu family will pay the price, so please accept my condolences..."

The man looked straight at her, without saying a word, and stepped forward again.

The tall and majestic body cast a shadow on her, completely enveloping her. The oppressive breath filled her nostrils, like an invisible net, covering her and leaving her nowhere to escape.

Late at night, no one on the street.

The wind blew, the candlelight flickered, and Yunying felt a chill on her back. She felt a little scared for no reason...

She staggered back a few steps, subconsciously wanting to run, but a big hand pressed down on her shoulder.

"You like the young marquis very much."

Jing Yi finally spoke.

The calm voice was hard to tell whether it was happy or angry, and it was hard to tell. "The young marquis likes you very much, too. Although your journey together will be a little bumpy, you like each other, and you should be happy in the future."

Yunying didn't understand what he meant.

Why tell her this?

However, she smelled a scent of danger.

"Master Jing, it's getting late. I should go back..."

"Yes, you should go back, but some people can never go home." He still looked at her, "When you and the young marquis are living in harmony and happiness, will you ever think of those innocent people who died?"

Yun Ying felt a chill on her back, and felt extremely cold:

"You...what do you mean...I don't understand..."

The man's eyes suddenly darkened, and a violent rage burst out from his bones, "You don't understand? How could you not understand!"

He raised his hand and threw a blood-stained bamboo flute coldly to the ground.

Snap!

It broke directly into two pieces!

That was the relic her father left her!

Yun Ying bent down to pick it up, and heard the man's cold voice above her head:

"Zhang Fei died because of you! Why did you sacrifice the lives of innocent people for your happiness with the young marquis? Yunying, can you really enjoy this with a clear conscience?"

Carrying Zhang Fei's life on her shoulders and happily marrying the young marquis?

Yun Ying's whole body shook as if she was struck by lightning.

Zhang Fei...

Died because of her?

How could...

"Before Zhang Fei died, he was holding this bamboo flute in his hand. He noticed something was wrong at the dinner and wanted to save you, but he died! He died!" The man's cold voice was almost a roar, and his scarlet eyes looked like he was going crazy.

"He died because of you. He died in front of me. Do you know how important he is to me? He is my adoptive father!"

He grabbed Yunying's shoulders, lifted her up, and glared at her:

"If it weren't for this dinner, he wouldn't have died; if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died! Are you so eager to marry the young marquis? Don't you even feel a little guilty about Zhang Fei's death?"

He grabbed her angrily, almost crushing her to pieces out of control.

Yun Ying opened her eyes wide in shock. The sudden reality made her unable to accept it:

"I... because I... I didn't..."

Her lips moved, and tears welled up in her red eyes:

"I didn't know things would turn out like this. I didn't know it was because of me... Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei... I..."

Her breathing became increasingly rapid and her heart ached.

The kind man died saving her, and she was carrying an innocent life on her shoulders.

"I don't know, Jing Yi, I really don't know..."