"Yan Qingli, I've waited for this day for a long time. Now you can experience the feeling of having your lungs filled with ice-cold well water."
“Plop—”
The water was very dark. Yan Qingli couldn't open her eyes. She only felt fear and terror. The freezing well water almost suffocated her.
On her deathbed, she heard a woman's voice, so helpless and painful, and that voice sounded like Jiang Qiao's.
"Yan Qingli, you know it wasn't me, why are you doing this?"
"Shi Yechen, don't you believe me either?"
"What did I do wrong that you made me suffer this..."
"Shi Yechen, have you been lying to me from the beginning?"
"Yan Qingli, please don't push me down, okay?"
"Help... cough cough..."
"save……"
…
Those voices lingered in Yan Qingli's mind. Well water rushed into her nasal cavity, causing severe pain in her lungs.
So that's how it is...
Jiang Qiao died a long time ago...
She, Yan Qingli, is the final winner...
Her body became very heavy, and Yan Qingli slowly fell to the bottom of the well. The expression on her face was unclear, whether she was laughing or crying...
Jiang Qiao looked at the wellhead calmly for a long time, then left with an umbrella.
Her back was thin and she looked lonely in the gloomy air.
…
Perhaps the rain was not gentle, and most of the osmanthus flowers fell.
Fu Yanci stood with his hands behind his back, watching the rain in front of the window, his dark and deep eyes shining with a charming luster.
"Reporting to the Imperial Master, Miss Jiang has not left the palace yet. She should be taking shelter from the rain in the Imperial Concubine's Yanxi Palace." The young eunuch hurried over, his clothes already soaked.
"Got it. You can go down now. You don't have to be on duty today."
The young eunuch was very happy to have a rest today, "Thank you, Master Imperial Master, for your consideration."
…
At this time, Jiang Qiao was in the Yanxi Palace. Ji Yan's lunch break had ended and the two were chatting about family matters.
Two days later, Jiang Qiao was going to get married. Ji Yan thought it was a dream come true. The fact that her husband was the Imperial Master was even more unbelievable. However, she still took out many of her private collections and gave them to Jiang Qiao.
"Qiao Qiao, look at you. You're getting married without even saying a word. Time flies by so fast."
Jiang Qiao: "Love comes too fast, like a tornado."
Ji Yan: "What is a tornado?"
Jiang Qiao: "A wind that eats people."
Ji Yan pretended to understand: "Oh."
The two chatted for a while. It was getting late and the rain had stopped. Jiang Qiao packed up and prepared to go home.
When leaving the city gate, Jiang Qiao felt that someone was always staring at her. She looked up and saw Fu Yanci standing on the wall looking at her.
Jiang Qiao waved to him and got into the carriage.
Fu Yanci retracted his gaze, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Goodbye."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
