Sang Qian's body was still in mid-air, leaving Zu An in a dilemma: whether to let go or not.
Zu An swallowed hard: "Would you believe me if I said I mistook you for someone else?"
Sang Qian blushed slightly, gently pushed him away, and steadied herself on the ground again with a sideways movement, as light as a swallow, her movements extremely graceful: "Then who do you think I am?"
“I thought you were…” Zu’an answered subconsciously, but stopped halfway through. He couldn’t very well say that he came to see Zheng Dan, who was her sister-in-law. It would be too embarrassing to say that.
He had no choice but to change the subject, pointing to her white mourning clothes: "Why are you dressed like that?"
Sang Qian's eyes reddened: "Have you forgotten that my brother was harmed by Mosquito Taoist? Before, because we were imprisoned, we could only hastily bury him in the wilderness. These days, we have sent people to bring his remains back for reburial. We are keeping vigil for him now."
"Miss Sang, please accept my condolences." Zu An also sighed. Although he had some grudges with Sang Qian, death is the end of all things.
"Thank you." Sang Qian wasn't in much spirits either.
Zuan suddenly remembered something and took out the Mosquito Taoist's remains from the Glazed Pearl: "This is the murderer who killed your brother. I kept it on my person in case you might need it."
A long time must have passed, and it's normal for the body to become a dried-up corpse, so there's no need to worry that others will suspect that Mosquito Taoist was drained of his life essence.
"Mosquito Taoist!" Sang Qian immediately recognized her brother's killer, and was both surprised and delighted. "How did she die?"
I've seen Mosquito Taoist in action before; even her father was no match for him, so revenge seemed hopeless. Who would have thought he would actually die?
Zuan said, "She died by my hand by chance. I originally wanted to burn her to end it all, but I thought you might want to see her remains with your own eyes, so I deliberately left them behind."
Sang Qian was thoughtful and did not press the other party about how he killed Mosquito Daoist. Everyone has their secrets: "Thank you, Brother Zu! You are a great benefactor to our Sang family."
The "thank you" I said earlier was more of a perfunctory response; this one is truly heartfelt.
"I'll be grateful if you don't hate me," Zu An said with a wry smile. After all, the Sang family certainly couldn't tolerate his relationship with Zheng Dan.
Sang Qian misunderstood: "Brother Zu, please don't say that. Before, we were enemies, but we were only fighting for our own masters. Who won or lost depended on our own abilities. If we lost, it can only be said that we were outmatched in skill. How could we blame you? Besides, strictly speaking, it was my father who started to deal with you first. You were just forced to retaliate."
Zuan was somewhat surprised: "Miss Sang's open-mindedness is quite unexpected."
“Brother Zu, please come inside and take a seat. I’ll go and inform Father.” Sang Qian’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved to the person behind her. “Sister-in-law, please help receive Brother Zu. I’ll take the remains of Mosquito Taoist to Father first. He will be very happy.”
It was originally against the rules to have the widowed sister-in-law entertain men from outside the family, but now that the Sang family was in decline and there were few servants left in the mansion, it was difficult to find a suitable candidate. Moreover, she was in a hurry to inform her father, so she didn't care about these things.
Zu An turned around and saw Zheng Dan standing not far away, dressed in white mourning clothes, looking at him with a look of surprise and delight.
No wonder there's an old saying: "A woman should look beautiful in mourning clothes." Zheng Dan was already beautiful, but now, in this snow-white mourning dress, she looks even more charming.
“Okay, Xiaoqian, I’ll receive him.” Zheng Dan tried to keep her voice calm.
"Thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law." Sang Qian was in high spirits at the moment and didn't think much of it. She took the remains of Mosquito Taoist to tell her father the good news.
After she left, Zheng Dan nodded to Zu An: "Young Master Zu, please come with me."
Zuan knew she was worried about being seen by others in this open area, and couldn't help but chuckle, as if he had been transported back to his time at Mingyue Academy. Back then, she had also pretended not to know him to deceive the teachers and students of the school.
After following him into a room, Zheng Dan did not close the door. In this era, if a man and a woman were alone in a room and closed the door, it would attract gossip.
She led Zu'an behind the door, to a place where no one could see them. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she rushed into his arms, her voice choked with sobs, and said, "Zu'an, are you really alright?"
Although the other party had mentioned several times that he had a solution, he was, after all, the most powerful emperor in the world. No matter how much confidence he had in him, he dared not believe that he could really get through this calamity safely.
"Yes, it's alright now, everything is over." Feeling her slightly trembling body, Zu'an knew that she must have been very worried during this time.
Before long, his clothes were soaked with tears. Zuan couldn't help but sigh that Zheng Dan was indeed a water-type ability user, truly made of water.
The two expressed their longing for each other and shared what had happened since they separated.
"Why are you wearing this outfit too? Is it to observe mourning for Sang Qian?" Zu An asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Zheng Dan chuckled: "No, that's not it. I didn't want to wear it at first, but then I thought... never mind, it's bad luck not to say it."
Zu An felt a warmth in his heart: "I know what you mean. You dressed up especially for me because you were worried that I might get into trouble today."
"Thank goodness you're alright." Zheng Dan straightened his disheveled clothes, feeling a little embarrassed when she saw they were wet with her own tears.
Feeling her tenderness, Zu An's heart stirred, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
Zheng Dan let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately. Compared to the shy and delicate Chu Chuyan, she was much more proactive. The two of them had done this kind of thing many times before at Mingyue Academy, so they were already quite familiar with it.
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