Jiang Dinglian thought to himself, let you investigate, Yue Qingyang is really dead anyway.
The people he sent out were unable to find any trace of Yue Qingyang, so he had no choice but to resort to this method to provide a reasonable explanation for Yue Qingyang's death.
At this critical moment, a weak cough of a young man was heard from the depths of Tamei Courtyard.
"I'm here."
Jiang Songyi's hand, which was pretending to wipe away tears, suddenly stopped. She turned around abruptly and swept her eyes over like lightning.
【Isn’t Yue Qingyang already dead? 】
Jiang Dinglian also looked at Jiang Songyi suddenly, and he wanted to ask in his heart: Yes, wasn’t Yue Qingyang killed by you?
Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound, and they saw a thin young man in a dark robe, holding on to a blackened wintersweet branch, bending over, and staggering out from behind the Plum Blossom Courtyard.
He looked a little disheveled, his robes were stained with dirt and his face was stained with soot, but his deep eyebrows and eyes, full of exotic charm, were still clearly visible.
Even though he was covered in bruises and ashes, Jiang Songyi could recognize him at a glance!
She held her handkerchief tightly, staring at Yue Qingyang who was slowly walking towards her. The shock in her heart was hard to calm down, and she even felt an indescribable powerlessness and despair.
Jiang Songyi had witnessed Yue Qingyang plunge into the unfathomable abyss and had sent agents to investigate, but he had never been seen. Had he not actually died, and had quietly returned to the Marquis's residence? Even though he was currently adrift in Western Wei, he seemed to have secretly amassed an elusive power.
Will everything repeat itself? When spring arrives next year, will he, like in my last life, lead the Dongling cavalry to break through the fortified city walls of Jindu, simply to snatch Jiang Yuyao away on her wedding day? As long as he exists, Jiang Yuyao will always be able to swim against the tide. Will I then face the same tragic fate as in my last life, my head and body torn apart?
After her rebirth, Jiang Songyi once believed that she could change the world by just flapping her butterfly wings. However, she was shocked to realize that some things could only stay the same even if she exhausted all her efforts.
Her eyes flashed with bloodshot, and her heart was filled with self-mockery: [Master once said when teaching me metaphysics that everything in the world has a predetermined number. Is my fate to be trapped by the fickleness of a beautiful woman? This attempt to assassinate Yue Qingyang has only alerted him. With his vengeful nature, I will definitely not escape the disaster!]
Jiang Songyi secretly estimated her current mystical skills and martial arts strength in her heart, and couldn't help but wonder whether she could find a glimmer of hope in Yue Qingyang's conspiracy.
At this time, Yue Qingyang had slowly walked in front of her, his deep eyes staring at her intently.
The girl in front of me, whose face used to be as bright as the morning glow, now looked a little pale, with a slight redness at the corners of her eyes, as if tears might roll down at any time, making her look particularly fragile.
Yue Qingyang had longed to see the tears of this proud young lady more than once, to let her weep bitterly and fall into the mortal world, the more miserable the better. But at this moment, when her eyes turned red, he felt a wave of confusion and could hardly control himself.
When Jiang Songyi's eyes met Yue Qingyang's, he suddenly stopped in front of her like a ghost in the dark night. A layer of fine sweat beads involuntarily covered her palms. She instinctively took a half step back, and the hand hidden in her sleeve silently made a gesture.
If Yue Qingyang dares to reveal my secret, I will strike first and silence him forever!
However, the gloomy and cunning young hostage standing before her leaned over to pick up the silk handkerchief that had fallen beside her embroidered shoes, and gently handed it back to her, saying in a polite and gentle tone, "Miss, your silk handkerchief was left here."
Jiang Songyi hurriedly took the handkerchief from his hand and looked at him warily.
[Could it be that he wanted to use this handkerchief to clean my neck so that he could behead me?]
Jiang Dinglian's mouth twitched slightly as he pondered in his heart.
Even a rugged warrior like him could sense something was amiss. Yue Qingyang seemed to be harboring a faint affection for his daughter.
Unfortunately, his daughter was completely unaware of this, her mind was completely immersed in the flash of swords and the shadows of swords.
Yue Qingyang naturally noticed the wariness in Jiang Songyi's eyes. Perhaps she was doubting his safety?
He witnessed himself falling off the cliff that day. Jiang Songyi must have been unable to sleep that night, otherwise the bloodshot in her eyes would not be so obvious.
The Marquis' Mansion secretly sent several groups of people to the foot of the cliff to search for his whereabouts. Jiang Songyi was probably extremely worried about him, but did not dare to reveal the truth about taking him out of the mansion secretly to Marquis Yongding, so he sent people to search everywhere in the name of looking for a maid.
When she heard about the fire in Tameiyuan and that someone had found what appeared to be his charred body being carried out, she rushed to the scene with tears in her eyes, proving how deeply she missed him.
She is a girl who has experienced many hardships but still remains gentle and kind to everything in the world. She hopes that he can be safe and sound.
Yue Qingyang thought about this in his heart, and suddenly felt that her previous seemingly arrogant charity was not so offensive.
She did not intend to belittle his dignity, but she was naturally lacking in scheming and was often taken advantage of by him without realizing it.
Just this time, it was clear that not long after he fell off the cliff, his companions quickly found him. He could have returned to the mansion early, letting her feel at ease. However, he took this opportunity to disappear for a few days to take care of other matters.
During those few days of disappearance, Jiang Songyi must have been tormented. She must have been worried about him all the time, right?
After all, he was the one who took advantage of her kind heart.
This thought swirled in Yue Qingyang's mind, and his tone towards Jiang Songyi softened. "Miss Jiang, I'm fine. You don't need to worry too much."
Jiang Dinglian's mouth twitched slightly. He secretly speculated that Yue Qingyang might not know that Jiang Songyi intended to kill him. He had a lot of wild thoughts in his mind and thought that Jiang Songyi cared about him very much.
Even if Jiang Songyi was slow-witted, she could still sense Yue Qingyang's attitude towards her at this moment, which was obviously much more cordial than before.
She nodded slightly on the surface: "His Highness the Proton is safe and sound, which is reassuring."
Yet, deep down, she couldn't help but wonder: "In the past, I cared deeply for him, helped him, and protected him, but he never showed a shred of gratitude. Now that I intend to kill him, he's become kind to me? Who's worried about him? It would be best if he died, but since he's still alive, the drama must go on."
Jiang Songyi suddenly felt a little fortunate. Back then on Mount Taibai, she cleverly disguised Yue Qingyang's fall off the cliff after being bitten by a poisonous snake as an accident. Now, even if Yue Qingyang was lucky enough to survive, he probably wouldn't suspect her so quickly.
The imperial physician Zhang Yuheng originally thought that the Marquis of Yongding had accidentally killed Yue Qingyang, so he deliberately created such an accident to show him, blaming Yue Qingyang's death on the accidental fire in his own candlestick to prevent the emperor from holding him accountable.
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