Chapter 25 These past three years have all been wrong
The golden cup engraved with the character "囍" (double happiness) crashed to the ground.
Pingbang—
Sake was poured out and splashed onto Wei Zhang's black official boots.
The metal trembled with a cold sound.
The maids and servants present nearly cried out in alarm.
But soon, the imposing aura emanating from the person at the head of the table silenced everyone, making them afraid to breathe.
Xue Lanyi looked up in surprise and saw a tall figure blocking her way.
Wei Xuan's blue robe was covered with scars, arrow wounds and knife wounds intertwined, and even a broken white-feathered arrow was stuck in his shoulder blade.
The arrow pierced the flesh, and blood dripped continuously down the shaft.
He seemed completely oblivious, twirling his sword and pressing it against Wei Zhang's chest, "Let Yiyi leave!"
The sword tip pierced the flesh, and a flower of blood bloomed on the silk.
However, Wei Zhang showed no sign of pain. His gaze slowly fell on the wound. "Brother, you are known to all as a gentle and kind man. How could you have resorted to such a despicable act as forcibly taking your brother's concubine?"
A barely audible sneer was followed by a chilling murderous aura outside the dormitory.
The Imperial Guards and the Military Command, who had been lying in ambush at the Duke's mansion, had arrived and surrounded Chong'an Hall with knives in hand.
Wei Xuan is a master of martial arts, but with thousands of people lying in ambush in the capital, how could he be allowed to escape so easily?
Besides, he also wanted to bring a woman with him.
Xue Lanyi also felt the murderous intent coming from all around her, and she remembered the last time Wei Xuan had her kidnapped, which almost caused her to die tragically from a hidden weapon.
She reacted like a frightened bird, desperately trying to pull her hand away.
This time, Wei Xuan did not let go of her hand.
He had been fighting for too long and was exhausted; this was his last chance to take her away.
He gathered his strength in his dantian, unwilling to linger with Wei Zhang any longer, and uttered three sharp words: "Tongue-Severing Grass!"
Wei Zhang's previously nonchalant expression froze slightly, and he lifted his eyelids.
Qingyang led everyone back twenty steps, turning their backs to the bedroom.
There were only three people left in the room.
The brothers exchanged knowing glances.
Wei Xuan said, "If Yiyi and I do not leave Shengjing successfully tonight, then the evidence that you poisoned Prince Qi and his wife with the Tongue-Severing Herb will appear in His Majesty's hands tomorrow morning."
Six years ago, at the height of his life, Prince Qi died at his birthday banquet after bleeding from all seven orifices and biting his tongue.
A few days later, Princess Qi and her maids and servants were also found dead in the woodshed, their severed tongues pecked away by birds.
This unsolved case has remained unsolved for many years, despite investigations by the Dali Temple.
Last year, Wei Xuan encountered the steward of the royal palace who was seeking refuge in the western border.
The steward told Wei Xuan that Wei Zhang, unable to endure the constant humiliation inflicted on Prince Qi and his wife, had poisoned them with a poisonous herb called "Tongue-Severing Grass."
This tongue-breaking herb can cause convulsions, excruciating pain in the lungs and internal organs, and near death nine times out of ten. Ultimately, unable to bear the torment, people bite off their tongues and commit suicide. It is an extremely vicious poison.
Wei Xuan couldn't believe that his younger brother, who had just turned twenty, would do such a thing, so he didn't make a fuss after returning to the capital, but instead investigated the matter in secret.
Just five days ago, he obtained irrefutable evidence that Wei Zhang had committed murder.
"You should know how His Majesty will react when he finds out the truth."
Everyone knows that the current emperor is not favored by the late emperor, but is close to Prince Qi and his wife.
After the emperor ascended the throne, he even relocated the graves of Prince Qi and his wife and erected a new monument, which shows his deep affection for them.
If the Emperor knew that Wei Zhang had killed his cousin, he would probably not be able to let him go.
Xue Lanyi's eyelids twitched as she caught sight of the fire tube hidden in Wei Xuan's sleeve.
That wasn't a signal flare; it was a death warrant that could kill Wei Zhang at any moment.
Her pupils contracted sharply as she stared nervously at Wei Zhang.
Wei Zhang looked at her, and after a moment, he slightly raised his hand from his knee and said, "Release them."
The Imperial Guards retreated another hundred paces, their swords and armor disappearing into the night.
Wei Xuan pulled her towards the outer room.
The room was empty, with only Wei Zhang sitting alone, looking at her forlornly.
Outside the window, fireworks were still bursting brightly.
As the flames exploded, a gentle light shone in his eyes, revealing a hint of reluctance.
The way he looked at her was exactly the same as the way he did last night when they were lying face to face.
The flames fell, and he was plunged into endless darkness.
Light and night alternated on his face.
Xue Lanyi vaguely saw Wei Zhang wandering alone in that den of wolves and tigers.
He was just being stubborn; in truth, he also wanted to bask in the sunlight, if only someone would lend him a hand...
At that moment, Wei Xuan's white horse arrived in the night, rearing up and neighing outside the gate.
Those eyes, weathered by time, seemed to swell with youthful spirit once more. "Yiyi, let's go! I'll handle the rest later..."
Suddenly, the smile froze on his lips as a dull pain surged through his arm.
He stared blankly ahead.
The slender hairpin pierced his body, and a drop of blood dripped from its tip, hitting the ground and shattering into a blood flower.
"sorry!"
Xue Lanyi dared not look at Wei Xuan's shocked face, but she could not bear to watch others put the death rope around Wei Zhang's neck.
She wanted to be the one to pull Wei Zhang out of the darkness.
Despite her fear, she snatched the fire tube and ran towards Wei Zhang.
The bright yellow dress of the young girl fluttered like a butterfly.
This time, it flew towards Wei Zhang.
Outside the window, the last firework burned out.
The past has vanished, and all has returned to peace.
Wei Zhang liked this tranquility and slowly opened his hand towards her.
The moment the fire tube was placed in his hand, Wei Xuan's sword slipped from his grasp.
Bang!
The tall body crashed down.
He couldn't hold on any longer; there was no way to save her.
Yiyi, I'm sorry...
A very faint voice sounded behind Xue Lanyi.
A very familiar phrase.
Xue Lanyi paused slightly as Wei Xuan pressed down on her.
A trickle of blood flowed down Xue Lanyi's shoulder, soaking her clothes.
The heavy, humid heat pressed down on her, scalding every inch of her skin.
She felt a life slowly slipping away.
Just like that year, the wounded boy shielded her in front of his horse, his lips, dripping with blood, pressed against her shoulder and said, "Yiyi, I'm sorry, I'm late."
It was Wei Xuan who rescued her from the military camp.
She turned around abruptly and looked at the man who was standing right in front of her.
Looking into the depths of his pupils, she saw only his deep love for her, without a trace of calculation.
"Don't be afraid, Yiyi, we'll be home soon."
"Yiyi, the great victory at Jiaozhou, I'm coming back!"
"Yiyi, aren't the lilies I planted pretty?"
Memories of the past quickly flooded back.
After Xue Lanyi saw the bouquet of blooming lilies, she saw Wei Xuan's warm and bright smile.
The boy in red had eyes that shone like stars in the vast ocean.
So vast, yet it can only ever hold one of her.
How could her young lover allow her to suffer so much?
But she plunged the sharp blade into the boy's body.
Xue Lanyi's legs went weak, and the two of them collapsed into a pool of blood.
Wei Xuan was lying on top of her, half-conscious due to excessive blood loss.
"Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan..."
Xue Lanyi mumbled something and tremblingly reached out to cover his wound.
But the bleeding wouldn't stop.
A trickle of blood kept flowing out from between her fingers; it was warm and soft, yet it felt like a cold knife scraping her flesh.
The pain of having your fingers connected to your heart.
Her vision blurred, and she frantically called out for help, "Doctor! Doctor! Call a doctor!"
The maids and servants waiting under the eaves wished they could bury their heads in the ground, but no one responded.
The air seemed to freeze, with only her sorrowful and helpless cries echoing from the rafters.
On the bed, Wei Zhang still had his hand outstretched.
His hands were empty and cold; the hand that had always reached out to him was now embracing someone else.
Wei Zhang raised his eyes, his gaze as dark as ink, and looked at the man and woman embracing each other ten steps away.
His concubine was embracing someone else.
Wei Zhang's stiff fingertips curled up. "Come here."
"Call a doctor! Call a doctor!" Xue Lanyi ignored her and looked around frantically.
"I said, come here." Wei Zhang's voice deepened.
The big red "double happiness" character on the window has fallen off.
The bright red color of joy rolled and tumbled across the ground, staining Wei Xuan's blood.
Then it flew to the wedding bed and landed gracefully at the foot of the black official's boots.
Wei Zhang lightly lifted his toes and stepped on the character "喜" (double happiness).
Blood quickly spread across the "double happiness" character, and the bright red color climbed onto the white sole of the official boots.
The crisscrossing cracks are eerie and sinister.
Xue Lanyi seemed to wake from a dream, her gaze slowly climbing upwards until she could see Wei Zhang's face hidden in the shadows of the curtain.
"Shall I wipe him?" Wei Zhang slowly pulled a piece of silk from under the soft pillow.
The pale yellow fabric hung down.
It was the undergarment she wore on the day she first met Wei Zhangxing.
She took his hand and placed it on her chest, begging him to take hers.
She whispered in his ear, her breath coming in soft gasps, "Xue Lanyi will always love Wei Yunjian, Xue Lanyi will always love Wei Yunjian."
Want to back out?
Wei Zhang narrowed his eyes, his expression filled with anger.
Xue Lanyi's head buzzed.
She mistook someone for someone else.
These past three years have been completely wrong.
Her trembling hands groped their way back, back towards Wei Xuan.
Wei Zhang continued to offer the handkerchief, stroking her undergarment with great interest.
The spot where my fingertips gently rubbed was vaguely the same spot he had bent down and taken into his mouth that day.
Xue Lanyi felt a tingling sensation in her chest instinctively.
She hated this reaction, and as if punishing herself, she fiercely dug at the sharp corner of the blue brick.
Behind him, Wei Xuan's blood meandered along the cracks in the blue bricks, barely reaching Xue Lanyi's fingertips, flowing endlessly.
Wei Xuan's martial arts skills were the best in Shengjing; ordinary weapons could not injure him so severely.
Xue Lanyi only wanted to stab him and get the fire tube.
How could she, with such little strength, so easily pierce Wei Xuan's body with just a hairpin?
A thought flashed through Xue Lanyi's mind.
She stared blankly at the slender hairpin in her hand.
This sharp edge, capable of cutting through iron like mud, was clearly tailor-made for Wei Xuan.
From the very beginning, Wei Zhang told her stories of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, gave her hidden weapons, and just now, the way he looked at her with such reluctance... everything was designed to guide her to kill Wei Xuan with her own hands.
He wanted her to kill the man she loved with her own hands.
What a vicious mind he has!
Xue Lanyi's dilated pupils were punctured by blood vessels.
However, Wei Zhang remained calm and composed on the high platform, then handed her the small garment again, asking, "Don't you want it?"
He wasn't asking whether Xue Lanyi wanted a bra.
He was asking her if she still wanted Wei Xuan's life.
If she wants Wei Xuan to live, she must submit to him.
With all her resentment stuck in her throat, she had no choice but to support her limp body and stumble towards Wei Zhang. She could not disregard Wei Xuan's life or death.
Her eyes remained fixed on the small garment at his fingertips, like a controlled puppet, moving stiffly step by step.
With each step closer, the scent of cold pine resin on Wei Zhang grew stronger.
The pungent smell reminded her of every sweet word he had spoken and every intimate moment they had shared.
Now, it's all about the knife that slowly tortures her again and again.
Wei Zhang had deceived her for three years, turning her into a dehumanized and shameful concubine.
It was him who used her to persecute the former princelings.
It was he who ruined such a fine young man as Ah Xuan, turning him into this wretched state.
She wanted nothing less than to kill him!
Xue Lanyi gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into her palms, almost drawing blood.
Finally, she walked up to him, the sharp blade behind her back flashing as it was aimed at Wei Zhang's brow.
A flash of silver light appeared.
Wei Zhang met her angry gaze as if he were detached from the situation.
The two looked at each other.
He raised his hand and adjusted the direction of the sharp blade in her hand, aiming it precisely at the fatal acupoint between her eyebrows.
"Stab." He uttered softly.
Xue Lanyi felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.
With thousands of troops outside, if she were to stab them with this hairpin, would they have any chance of survival?
Even if she herself is not afraid to fight Wei Zhang to the death, what about Wei Xuan?
She owed Wei Xuan so much, she should have taken him away and made Wei Zhang, the culprit, die without a burial place!
Xue Lanyi's soul was being torn apart, inch by inch.
Finally, she collapsed at Wei Zhang's feet, choking back sobs in a daze: "Yun... Yun Jian, I... I killed someone, call a doctor quickly, I killed someone, call a doctor quickly..."
She kept repeating the sentence in a daze, her hatred gone, replaced by helplessness and fear.
She couldn't let Wei Zhang know that she had regained her memory. Only by hiding by Wei Zhang's side could she save Wei Xuan and herself.
She was determined to stab Wei Zhang in the chest with her own hands!
Suppressing her disgust, she weakly grasped his hand, her face streaked with tears as she looked up at him. "I killed someone. Will I be detained by the Ministry of Justice? Yun Jian, what should I do, what should I do..."
Her voice was soft and gentle, filled with endless longing.
Wei Zhang's palms warmed up again.
He looked down at the pitiful-looking person beside him.
Those eyes, washed clean by tears, looked truly frightened, a sight that evoked pity in me.
Wei Zhang's calloused fingertips brushed away the moisture from the corner of her eyes. "Do you know the phrase 'cut the weeds and eliminate the roots'?"
A cool breath sprayed onto Xue Lanyi's forehead.
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she heard him coaxingly say, "Go kill him and destroy the evidence, then the Ministry of Justice won't be able to find you, right?"
He said these words as effortlessly as killing a fish or a chicken, and his gaze toward her was always clear and indifferent.
He wasn't someone who would be fooled by flattery or sweet talk. He could forgive her willfulness once, but she had to prove with her actions who her heart truly belonged to.
He pulled her hand, turned the blade around, and pointed the hairpin at Wei Xuan. "Go."
A light, airy breath descended, sending a chill down Xue Lanyi's spine.
She couldn't fight a losing battle, but how could she possibly kill Wei Xuan?
She felt lost and disoriented, yet she was propelled forward by the undercurrents in Wei Zhang's eyes.
She stiffly maintained the gesture of holding the hairpin and moved towards Wei Xuan.
They wandered forward in a daze, as if their seven souls had lost three of their spirits.
She tripped over a table leg and fell into a pool of blood.
The jade hairpin was thrown several meters away and broke, and she landed right next to Wei Xuan.
My knee hit the bluestone slab, it hurts so much.
But no one is there anymore to blow on her injured knees or carry her along this bumpy road.
Wei Xuan was lying quietly, his deep profile almost touching.
He had aged considerably, but the heroic spirit between his brows remained, just as handsome as the man who had looked at the stars alongside me on the grass that year.
At such close range, she could no longer secretly stroke his high, straight nose.
Because she came to kill him.
Xue Lanyi felt a sharp pain in her chest.
The light from the wedding candles on the table flickered.
On the ground, elongated black shadows swayed, followed closely by gloom, growing ever closer, like a giant net enveloping the two.
Wei Zhang strode over, looking down at Wei Xuan, and drew a circle on Wei Xuan's chest with a silver sword. "Stab here, kill him with one blow."
Xue Lanyi's shoulders trembled, and she stammered, unable to utter a word.
At this moment, Wei Zhang acted like a patient teacher, slowly slicing the tip of his sword across Wei Xuan's skin to his neck. "Or perhaps I should stab him here, so he bleeds to death, hmm?"
The sound of a sword slicing through a throat was faint, yet clear.
The deep chill seeped into every pore.
Xue Lanyi jolted awake and grabbed the sword blade with her bare hands: "I...I've got it!"
Xue Lanyi had to personally deliver this blow.
She stabbed him, so Ah Xuan still had a chance to live.
If she defies Wei Zhang and angers him, then Ah Xuan will only suffer a more miserable death in Wei Zhang's hands, without any dignity.
Her boyfriend was such a proud and arrogant person, she knew he would never want to suffer the same physical and mental humiliation as she had.
Wei Zhang is such a despicable person that he is not even worthy of sending Ah Xuan on his way.
Xue Lanyi gripped the sword blade tightly with both hands, blood flowing from between her fingers, yet she felt no pain.
She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and plunged the knife down.
Warm liquid immediately splashed onto his hands and face; it was the temperature of Wei Xuan's heart.
A faint groan from a man could be heard in the air, then silence fell, not even his breathing could be heard.
The night was pitch black, and all was still.
"Dead." A cool breath sprayed behind her ear.
Xue Lanyi suddenly opened her eyes, and a silver sword was stuck diagonally in Wei Xuan's chest.
Blood flowed gently, and the green dress turned red.
She hurt her boy once again.
Feelings of self-blame and guilt overwhelmed Xue Lanyi, and her eyes welled up with tears.
But she can't cry.
She is Xue Lanyi, and she cannot love Wei Xuan.
A hundred emotions ultimately condensed into a cold laugh.
Since crying isn't allowed, surely laughing is?
The girl, who had just been radiant and full of hope for the future, now had a numb face, her long hair disheveled, and her black hair was tangled with blood and pasted on her face.
The pale yellow skirt lay scattered on the ground, stained with blood.
She sat listlessly, sometimes staring blankly, sometimes laughing for no reason.
The intermittent laughter sent shivers down his thin frame.
Wei Zhang looked down at the nearly demented girl at his feet.
I vaguely saw that year, when someone was convulsing and rolling on the ground, biting off their tongue.
The cowardly and useless boy was just as at a loss, watching the man die with his eyes wide open, repeatedly telling himself, "I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong!"
When you kill someone for the first time, you always feel like the whole world has collapsed and you can't go on living.
This is especially true for young girls.
A slight ripple appeared in Wei Zhang's eyes as he reached out to stroke Xue Lanyi's pale cheek.
At this moment, Xue Lanyi was like a frightened bird. The moment Wei Zhang's fingertips touched her, she bit his finger hard.
It bit through the skin, drawing blood everywhere.
She couldn't show him her hatred; she could only vent her grief and anger through fear.
Wei Zhang did not stop. Watching her tear at him with all her might, a hint of pleasure appeared in his eyes.
She really is becoming more and more like him.
Wei Zhang suddenly felt that Xue Lanyi, who had fallen into the mud, had a unique beauty.
The two of them seem to be a better match.
The thought arose spontaneously, and a sense of pleasure welled up within him. He teased her soft tongue with his fingertips, "Swallow it."
The strong smell of blood spread in her mouth, making Xue Lanyi feel nauseous and she let go of him.
Wei Zhang, however, rubbed the small teeth mark on his index finger with great interest. "Did you swallow it?"
Xue Lanyi remained silent, staring blankly.
Wei Zhang pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and then his tongue probed into her oral cavity.
He pressed forcefully against the back of her throat, making it difficult for Xue Lanyi to breathe, forcing her to swallow.
Wei Zhang admired her slightly parted red lips and the repeated movements of her fair neck as she swallowed all the blood he fed her.
Satisfied, he withdrew to his own territory.
Xue Lanyi felt as if her body was covered with Wei Zhang's imprint, and a strong sense of rejection assaulted her time and time again.
She swayed precariously, her body lurching to the right, and she looked as if she was about to fall into Wei Xuan's arms again.
She also wanted to hear his heartbeat.
But just as her black hair fell onto her green robe, a large hand grabbed her left wrist.
With a slight effort, Xue Lanyi bumped into Wei Zhang's chest.
Wei Zhang lowered his eyes and looked at the blood-stained face, his expression darkening.
Since he had decided to spare her life, then her person, her body, and every single hair of hers belonged to Wei Zhang.
Wei Zhang disliked others tainting his things.
He picked up Xue Lanyi and carried her outside.
Outside, a completely different scene unfolded: the courtyard was packed with soldiers from the Imperial Guards, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the wedding procession.
As Qingyang saw the young master leave, he lowered his voice and said, "Young master, Lord Shen and Lord Jiang request an audience."
Tonight, the entire capital city is under a tight net, all for Wei Xuan.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the commander of the Military Command were both personally overseeing the battle and were currently waiting for news from Chong'an Hall in the living room.
The three of them lingered in the dormitory for half an hour without any reason, and the adults were inevitably anxious, so they asked and urged them three times.
Qingyang glanced at the person lying inside the beaded curtain, "Should we hand the eldest young master over to the two gentlemen?"
"If he's dead, what's the point of handing him over?" Wei Zhang's expression was grim.
"This... how do we explain this to those two officials?"
"Prepare water."
Wei Zhang didn't explain much to Qingyang, nor did he have an obligation to explain to Shen Jinglan. After giving his instructions in a deep voice, he carried Xue Lanyi out of Chong'an Hall.
Xue Lanyi leaned against Wei Zhang, her mind wandering. Listening to his words, a spark ignited in her otherwise lifeless heart.
If Ah Xuan is really dead, Wei Zhang can simply hand the body over to Shen Jinglan, which will save a lot of conflict and trouble.
His refusal to hand over the body only proves that Ah Xuan is still alive and has value to Wei Zhang, which is why he secretly detained him.
Regardless of Wei Zhang's motives, he probably did not want Ah Xuan to die immediately.
The so-called "eliminating the root of the problem and destroying the evidence" was merely Wei Zhang testing Xue Lanyi's attitude.
Fortunately, when Xue Lanyi stabbed Wei Xuan, she used her own hand to cushion the blow, preventing it from actually piercing his heart.
He should be able to hold on.
If they can get through tonight, there is a crucial person who will save them.
They haven't lost yet.
Hang in there, Ah Xuan.
They're going to the western border to race horses.
As Xue Lanyi thought to herself, the thought of that ever-bright smiling face smoothed out her brows a little.
As Wei Zhang was walking, he suddenly felt a warm, soft sensation in his chest.
He lowered his eyes and saw the girl nestled in his arms, her brows inexplicably lifting with tenderness.
Just like every day and night before.
His eyes shimmered, and he shook off the cloak from his shoulders, wrapping it around the slender figure.
The two distanced themselves from the crowd and went to a very quiet place.
There was no one in the southwest, only the sound of Wei Zhang's steady footsteps could be heard.
Xue Lanyi was in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, a warm sensation slowly rose up her ankles and down to her waist.
Xue Lanyi opened her eyes and saw Wei Zhang carrying her towards the bath.
This is an indoor hot spring pool, the water only reaches waist level, but the pool is extremely large.
The rising mist reduced everything around her to nothingness; she could only see and feel Wei Zhang.
It wasn't that she hadn't bathed with him before; in the past, she even somewhat enjoyed such private time together.
But at this moment, even just being in the same room with him made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
"Yun... Yun Jian... I can do it myself." Xue Lanyi forced a smile, trying to jump off him.
Wei Zhang did not stop her, and placed her directly on the stone steps of the bath.
His tall figure did not move away, like a wall blocking her way.
"You should go wash up too." Xue Lanyi felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze.
"I'm not dirty," he said casually, handing her a piece of silk.
The meaning is clear: she is dirty, and he wants to watch her clean herself.
Xue Lanyi opened her mouth, but ultimately felt that there was no point in refuting it, so she took the silk handkerchief and wiped the bloodstains from her face and neck.
Wei Zhang did not let it go. He watched her every move with keen eyes, as if trying to see if there was even the slightest trace of betrayal.
Having finally gained some of his trust, Xue Lanyi dared not be careless and wiped every part very clean.
Her jade-like fingers, holding a silk handkerchief, stroked her cheeks and neck, revealing her once-blemished skin, now white and flawless, covered with glistening water droplets, like a delicate lily after the rain.
Water droplets dripped intermittently from her temples, soaking her clothes. The yellow skirt clung to her skin, heavy and stuffy, tightly binding her.
She shifted her body slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"What?" Wei Zhang asked.
Xue Lanyi naturally wanted to change into some dry clothes.
It's unclear whether Wei Zhang genuinely didn't understand or was feigning ignorance.
Or perhaps he didn't find it difficult to undress in front of him.
After all, they had already been intimate many times, and Xue Lanyi's feigned shyness would only arouse suspicion.
She bit her moist lips and finally untied her sash herself.
She was so thin that her clothes looked too big. As soon as the buttons at the neckline were undone, her shirt slipped off her shoulders and fell into the pool.
Her fair skin and jade-like bones were clearly visible before my eyes.
Her skin was translucent and white, especially in this misty pool, her body covered with a layer of fine ice crystals, making her more perfect and flawless than any piece of white porcelain in Wei Zhang's collection.
Wei Zhang raised the finger that was pressed against her side, instinctively wanting to touch her.
After a moment, he put it back, saying, "Wipe it clean."
Xue Lanyi had too much blood on her body, and the more she wiped, the more blood came out.
The glaring red streaked down her slender neck and thin collarbone, disappearing into her undergarments.
The already ill-fitting silk clung to her waist, revealing either a rounded or slender silhouette, speckled with bloodstains.
"Continue." Wei Zhang stared at the undulating terrain, his voice hoarse and his face somewhat gloomy.
He was unhappy.
Xue Lanyi guessed that if he saw what was under the clothes, he would probably be even more displeased.
Xue Lanyi was very afraid of his inexplicable behavior.
"Yun Jian, could you go get me a towel? I can't use this handkerchief anymore."
Xue Lanyi held a bright red handkerchief in front of him, blocking his view.
Wei Zhang raised his eyes, as if he had seen through her intentions at a glance.
With her well-defined knuckles, she pinched the bloodstains on the undergarment and slowly tore it off.
The clothes came loose, and a corner of the peaks was lifted, gradually revealing their true appearance.
That man's heart's blood truly seeped into her most secret place.
The crisscrossing bloodstains covered that spot, like the finger that had touched her.
She also had physical intimacy with that man.
Wei Zhang narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze like a sharp blade, as if about to slice off that inch of skin stained red.
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