"Zhilan is my sister, I..."
He leaned hard against the wall, and when he spoke, his chest felt as if it had been hit hard.
The majestic square face no longer had the confidence and calmness of the past, nor did its former arrogance and fierceness.
Now he is just a man who has just lost his only relative and is full of self-blame, regret and pain.
"I would rather die than die. As long as Lan'er can survive. Lan'er,"
As Yang Qian spoke, he stumbled towards Zhilan again, tears falling rapidly and fiercely. Sliding down his face, streaks of blood mixed with blood, looked terrifying and hideous.
He knelt on the ground, and with his trembling arms he carefully wrapped Zhilan back into his arms as if he was holding the most precious treasure.
Lan'er's heart was broken with each cry.
Liang Meng scoffed at Yang Qian's sadness. He didn't kill Zhilan, but Zhilan died because of him.
"Stop crying and pretending to be a good brother. You don't deserve to be Zhilan's big brother. You cast a mind-control spell on her and manipulated her. What do you want to do? You have no good intentions at all!"
"I want to kill Qi Zhen."
Yang Qian stretched his neck and shouted.
"The one I want to kill is Qi Zhen."
He repeated it again with resentment.
Yang Qian stood up and carried Zhilan to the bed. Liang Meng had hit him without mercy, and Yang Qian was badly injured. As he stood up, his legs buckled and he nearly dropped Zhilan.
Liang Meng was startled and involuntarily took a step forward and stretched out his arm. However, his body swayed a few times before Yang Qian gritted his teeth and steady himself.
He wiped his blood-stained hands carefully on his clothes, and then he carefully straightened Zhilan's wrinkled wedding dress bit by bit.
"Qi Zhen betrayed Lan'er, he deserves to die!"
"He dared to bully Lan'er like this. I will make Lan'er get back at him tenfold or a hundredfold."
"I used my spiritual power to control Lan'er. I wanted that ungrateful man to die at Zhilan's hands. I want him to pay the price."
"But, but..."
The high-pitched and angry voice suddenly trembled.
But he didn't expect that Zhilan, this silly girl, would rather die than hurt that unfaithful man even though Qi Zhen had already married another woman.
Yang Qian's black eyes, covered with a layer of mist again, looked at Zhilan with regret.
The trembling arm reached out towards the shocking bloody mark on Zhilan's snow-white neck.
She had been raised in my hands since she was little, and the slightest pain would bring tears to her eyes. But now...
For fear of hurting him, Yang Qian didn't dare touch the mark. His trembling hand moved up, and his slightly cool palm caressed Zhilan's fair little face lovingly.
"Zhilan...Lan'er, Lan'er..."
The curse was lifted, and Liang Meng returned from Qi Zhen's dream.
But the regret and heartache for Zhilan did not disappear.
It has been more than half a month since he came back from the dream. Every day, Chuanqi sees his headmaster, who has always been carefree, silly and cheerful, lying motionless on the rattan chair.
Her brows were furrowed in melancholy, and her whole body was shrouded in a layer of sorrow and melancholy.
"Master."
Chuanqi walked slowly to the rattan chair, bowed slightly, and called Liang Meng in a soft voice.
Liang Meng's eyes were tightly closed, her thick, dark eyelashes still and motionless. Chuanqi leaned even lower and called out even softer than before.
Seeing that Liang Meng still had no reaction, Chuanqi was sure that Liang Meng was asleep.
It was already cool under the tree, and lying here in just a thin layer of clothes would inevitably catch a cold and get sick. Chuanqi thought about going to the room to get a blanket to cover Liang Meng.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Liang Meng's slightly hoarse but obviously sober voice sounded behind him.
"Go tell Qi Zhen's wife that I want to see her."
"Qi Zhen's wife?"
Legend was surprised. He didn't know why the hall master wanted to find the woman who hadn't said a word from the moment she appeared until she left.
Without explaining any more to Chuanqi, Liang Meng closed her eyes again.
Chuanqi's face, still ill from his injuries, lowered its gaze as it looked at Liang Meng, full of confusion.
His two slightly plump but pale lips pouted slightly, and he shook his head cutely and foolishly, then turned around to do what his head of the family had asked him to do.
Qi Zhen's wife, the woman that Qi Yi asked Qi Zhen to marry.
Her name is Yanniang.
Although her name is gorgeous and enchanting, her appearance is just the opposite.
Yan Niang's appearance was extremely ordinary, the kind you wouldn't be able to spot in a crowd of people.
Liang Meng made an appointment with everyone at the top of the mountain closest to Yunmeng Hall.
There stood a triangular pavilion, dilapidated and stained, its pillars now colorless. The mountain was so desolate and desolate that few living creatures could be seen.
When Liang dreamed, Yan Niang was already there.
It was completely different from the day when I accompanied Qi Zhen to Yunmeng Hall.
Today, Yan Niang was dressed very formally: a pink floor-length dress that clearly didn't suit her age and appearance. The cuffs and hem of the dress were embroidered with luxurious silver thread.
Her hair, mixed with a few strands of silver, was no longer wrapped in a turban like that day, but was meticulously tied into a bun for a lady.
Her head is covered with pearls and jades, and she looks extremely luxurious.
She stood quietly at the innermost part of the pavilion, just a stone's throw from the cliff. Her skirt fluttered gently in the wind. Her frail figure exuded a sense of loneliness and stubbornness.
Hearing the footsteps, Yan Niang turned around, and a faint smile appeared on her face, which still looked old despite her delicate dress.
"Master."
He bent his knees slightly and saluted Liang Meng.
Liang Mengwei nodded and walked forward to stand opposite Yan Niang.
The two people standing in the pavilion stared at each other silently for a long moment. One stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless. The other was graceful and charming, with a light, calm smile.
The playful wind from the mountain stream blew past my ears noisily and playfully.
"Mrs. Qi, everything is hard-earned."
Liang Meng spoke first, raising the corners of her lips slightly and pulling out a faint smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
"What did the hall master say?"
Yan Niang tilted her head slightly, her tone of doubt sincere.
Liang Meng looked at Yan Niang, and the smile on his face became even more serious. He stared at Yan Niang, and the smile on his face was almost frozen. Liang Meng then turned his eyes away and walked to where Yan Niang had just stood.
Looking around, there was a cloud of mist rising from the mountains.
A few eagles flew through the clouds, appearing and disappearing. Sometimes they flapped their wings and soared high, and sometimes they kept their wings straight and motionless, and then they dived down from the clouds at an extremely fast speed, as fast as if catching prey.
"Since Madam Qi doesn't understand what I'm talking about, I'll get straight to the point."
Liang Meng remained motionless, speaking with his back to Yan Niang. However, his voice was slightly muffled by the wind, making it less clear to the ears. Yan Niang silently took a step closer to Liang Meng.
Hearing Liang Meng address her as Madam Qi, Yan Niang's body trembled slightly. Her arms dropped to her sides, and her ten fingers suddenly grasped her dress tightly.
"I want to congratulate Madam Qi. After all her hard work, she finally got married to Qi Zhen as she wished."
Liang Meng's tone was very soft, and no emotion could be heard. However, Yan Niang broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.
Yan Niang behind him didn't say anything, but Liang Meng didn't care. He chuckled and continued talking.
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