Chapter 120: Villain Partner (End of the Main Text) Epilogue…
This is a spacious and dim room, but the European retro decoration is extremely luxurious, with gorgeous tapestries and oil paintings by great artists on the walls.
In front of the ancient and elegant dressing mirror, sat a slim girl, her beautiful black hair braided into a bun at the back of her head, but more of her hair was hidden under a black women's veil hat.
Song Qingqing raised her eyes slightly, looking calmly at the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the mirror, then slowly raised her right hand, and her slender fingertips carefully traced her eyebrows and eyes.
So, she is back?
She returned to the novel where she was originally from, and her identity as a supporting female character also returned.
Thinking of the absurd original novel, Song Qingqing couldn't help laughing as she held her chin with one hand and looked at herself in the mirror. Her round eyes, which originally looked gentle and harmless, curved into two crescents.
Come to think of it, it was because I didn't accept the original arrangement that I bound myself to that strange system, and even my memory was tampered with a lot.
The original title of the book was "The Nature of the Nobility". Unfortunately, she is not an invincible villain like her brother Lynn, nor does she have the cold nature that traditional aristocratic teachings should have.
On the contrary, she was a burden brought by her mistress mother. She was timid as a child, and when she grew up, she shamelessly fell in love with her nominally aristocratic brother.
If the original plot is followed...
The girl, whose facial features looked delicate and pretty, fiddled with the rose on her black veil hat out of boredom.
As a newly widowed woman, she was probably caught in a rainstorm on the way to her brother's territory, and then frightened by bandits and became seriously ill. Then, she dragged her sick body to Duke Ridge and died shortly thereafter, without even being able to see her brother.
So pitiful.
Song Qingqing curled her lips. She didn't want this, even though she had finally come back.
What's more... Song Qingqing blinked. Did his brother really think he hadn't noticed? The system's cold and noble look was exactly like his.
"Mrs. Pullman, are we leaving?"
When Song Qingqing was thinking about how to meet her brother, the head maid knocked on the door and asked her if she wanted to leave now.
Song Qingqing stretched lazily and said in a weak tone, "Lena, let's rest for a night before leaving. I feel a little dizzy."
The last time she was so impatient that she forced herself to set off despite feeling unwell. When she finally arrived at Duke Ridge, she learned that her brother had just finished fighting and was on his way back. It was really not worth it.
The head maid, Lena, hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, "Okay, Madam. We'll set off tomorrow morning."
The next morning, the low-key and elegant carriage team stepped on the muddy road, broke through the hazy morning mist, and headed all the way to the cold Duke Ridge in the north.
After more than two months of travel, the convoy finally arrived at Duke Ridge.
Of course, it actually only takes one month to get from her husband's home to her brother's territory, but Song Qingqing didn't want to rush on the road, so she ate, drank and had fun along the way.
Moreover, she wanted her brother to experience what it felt like to wait for someone else.
In the biting cold rain, the carriage slowly stopped.
Duke Ridge in the north is always so cold, and the snow lasts for a very long time in winter, sometimes so long that Song Qingqing thinks time has stopped.
"Madam, we are here. The Duke is outside the carriage."
The head maid, Lena, quietly woke up the girl who was sleeping in the corner.
Song Qingqing opened her sleepy eyes and saw her brother Lin En waiting outside the carriage.
He looked not much different from the brother I remembered.
His long silver-white hair was neatly tied up, and his dark brows framed his ice-blue eyes, which reflected the ever-lasting snow-white scenery of Duke Ridge. If there was anything that had changed, it would only be that years of fighting had made his aura even colder.
"Brother..."
The girl's soft and sad voice called out to me.
Mandek Linn looked up and saw the girl slowly getting off the carriage, the tearful black eyes of his former nominal sister.
The elegant and exquisite black gauze hat and the black velvet long skirt that outlines her slender and delicate figure all symbolize her current identity - his poor sister who has just returned home as a widow.
Her cheeks were beautiful and pale beneath the veil, with a sickly, weak blush under her eyes, but the look she gave him was filled with clearly visible and undisguised lust.
There was an almost imperceptible ripple in his cold eyes.
Duke Lynn, who always had a stern and cold image in front of everyone, extended his hand to his newly widowed sister and said, "My poor sister Serene, welcome back."
When Song Qingqing met Grand Duke Lin En's gaze, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She could see that beneath the cold and hard surface of the lake was her brother's possessiveness, which he had never concealed.
It was the same terrifying look she had when she asked her brother for a gift on the night of her coming-of-age ceremony.
She pursed her lips.
The arrogant and cold Duke Lynn was still as good at disguising himself as ever. If she had not seen the cold and hot body under the silver-white armor, she would have been deceived by his abstinent and indifferent appearance.
He had clearly seen through all her desires, ambitions, and provocations, and had also seen that she had been pretending to be a pitiful and harmless little white rabbit, but she still hypocritically adhered to that boundary.
But this time when she came back, she not only wanted her brother, but also the Duke's Palace, and even more so, the gorgeous crown on the head of the old emperor of the empire.
And her good brother Lynn, as her most capable knight, will deliver all of these to her.
The slender girl bit her light pink lips lightly and hesitantly and carefully placed her black-gloved hand in the other's broad palm.
It was rare and strange that his brother, the Duke, who always strictly observed aristocratic etiquette, did not wear aristocratic white silk gloves.
His originally delicate fingertips had become rough due to years of fighting. At this moment, he was slowly and carefully stroking the inside of her fair and delicate wrist through a thin layer of black gauze. It was unclear whether he was thinking or checking whether the girl had lost weight.
The friction from the inside of her wrist made Song Qingqing bite her lips tightly. The blush on her snow-white cheeks felt slightly hot. She pretended to stumble accidentally and fell into her brother's cold but very safe embrace.
The feeling of warmth and softness in my arms is very strong.
Lin En lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the girl.
Her hands seemed to be subconsciously placed against his chest, revealing that familiar pitiful expression, with tears tinging the corners of her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a wet feather that gently brushed across his palm.
"My brother, my husband..."
After hearing these words, Duke Mandek's eyebrows did not twitch at all. Instead, his eyelashes drooped, and his strong arms wrapped around the girl's slender waist. He slowly lowered his head, and his cold and thin lips touched her snow-white earlobe, and he said a word indifferently and calmly.
"Serlin, he's dead."
She died at his hands. After all, on the eve of Seren's wedding, he had promised her that if this guy dared to betray her, he would dig out the scum's heart with his own hands and give it to her.
And now, Serin has returned to his territory as he wished.
With a slight force of his other hand, he easily lifted the unsteady Song Qingqing off the ground.
"Selin, you have a fever. Go back to the Duke's Mansion and have a good rest."
Song Qingqing buried herself in Duke Lynn's arms, her hot cheeks gently touching his cold armor. She was not sick with a fever because of being caught in the rain, but she had deliberately used hot water to fumigate herself for a show.
But it seems that the effect is very significant. The worry in my brother's eyes, which never have any unnecessary emotions, does not seem to be fake.
During dinner, the servants and maids in the Duke's mansion retreated quietly and tacitly.
For a moment, only Song Qingqing and Duke Lin were left in the empty and luxurious restaurant.
The sound of the knife and fork cutting the beef was silently amplified several times at this moment.
Song Qingqing stopped eating, raised her slender and well-proportioned legs under the cover of the tablecloth, and lightly touched Lin En's calves with her toes, even showing signs of taking advantage of the situation and slowly moving upwards.
As her brother, Lin En did not stop her actions. He slowly wiped the red wine stains that were accidentally stained on his fingertips with a snow-white napkin.
"Cerin, do you still remember your name when you first came to the Duke's Mansion?"
The troublesome toes paused slightly.
Song Qingqing supported her face and looked up to meet Lin En's icy blue eyes.
Of course I remember, her mother was a girl from the East, so she gave her a pleasant-sounding oriental name.
But so what.
He pretended to be calm and restrained, but he was actually quite energetic.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and revealed a sweet and well-behaved smile, pretending to accidentally roll over the fiery big guy with her toes, which sure enough caused Lin En to let out a muffled groan in his throat.
Lin En's stern eyebrows did not move, but he frowned slightly, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the girl's ankle as she tried to retreat after successfully causing trouble.
But when his fingertips touched the silver chain on her ankle, they paused for a moment.
Before Lin En could speak, the girl in front of him bit her lip and whispered, "Brother, don't you remember?"
Of course I remember. Lin En still had an expressionless face, but his fingertips were hooked around the chain.
What he liked most before was the sight of the girl wearing the anklet he had put on her with his own hands, with her legs trembling uncontrollably and dripping with water.
Lynn withdrew his hand and slowly stood up.
The golden braid and badge on the chest, symbolizing the honor of war, were carelessly taken off by the owner.
"Selin, very good."
As the steaming heat and the cold temperature of the mirror intertwined, the beautiful and enchanting oriental girl's black hair was wet, and her slender arms tightly clung to the Duke's cold, white and strong back. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she raised her head slightly, then lowered her head and bit him without mercy.
She raised her eyelashes, which were soaked with natural tears, stared at the scenery reflected in the mirror, and smiled.
Even if the rules tried to correct them both, it was useless.
Even if her memory was tampered with, she would not obediently play a supporting role, and her brother would not obediently become a puppet of the system.
The villain brother and sister really are the most compatible.
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