Chapter 125 Torment
"You didn't force her to stay with you because you didn't have the ability to do so."
The more Ling Zhuoan spoke, the darker Ji Yanxing's face became, and the happier Ling Zhuoan became.
Why should he suffer alone? Why should they escape from reality one by one and let him bear the pain alone?
Don't pretend for too long, or you'll end up deceiving yourself.
"Ji Yanxing, do you dare to say that you didn't want to keep Qingyan by your side at all costs the night you learned the truth?"
"You didn't do that because I did it, and you, snatching people from me is rebellion and overestimating your own abilities."
"It's never that you don't want to, but that you don't have the ability."
Ji Yanxing clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his chest heaved violently: "Shut up! It was you who killed His Highness!"
He seemed to be telling himself, comforting himself.
However, Ling Zhuoan is determined to uncover the bloody truth.
"You pretend to be this sincere young man, isn't it just to make the imperial sister fall in love with you?"
"You were very successful. She does feel guilty and apologetic about your so-called sincerity."
"But so what? He still chose me. No matter what methods I used, the Imperial Sister chose me that day in the palace."
"But perhaps it was your so-called sincere love, and the relentless pressure from others, including me, in the name of love, that pushed her into despair and made her want to escape."
"Do you think I'm the only one she wants to escape from? No, all of us, including you, Ji Yanxing."
"You also share the responsibility for killing the imperial sister."
"You want to deceive yourself and put all the hatred and blame on me so that you can feel good? There is no such good thing."
"Want to die? I won't grant you that wish. I want you to live every day, to experience this torment, the same torment I'm going through."
Every word Ling Zhuoan said struck Ji Yanxing's heart, lifting the veil and exposing Ji Yanxing's self-deception, just to make him suffer as much as he did.
Kill him? How could he be killed?
Living is the most painful way to die.
The girl's voice, smile and appearance will echo in my mind over and over again, and I miss that beautiful time all the time.
The deeper, the more painful.
This is what he deserves.
"Come here, General Ji is planning to murder me. From now on, he will be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice."
The corners of Ling Zhuo'an's mouth curled up, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot. If you looked closely, there seemed to be tears in them. He looked at Ji Yanxing: "Tell me, will Ling Qingyan show up to save you this time?"
In one sentence, Ji Yanxing's defense was completely broken.
The young man fell to the ground, his eyes closed in despair, tears flowing onto the scars on his face, and he was completely defeated.
When the emperor learned of Ling Qingyan's death, he suspended court for ten days, which made the already exhausted Ling Zhuoan's situation even worse.
The memorials piled up into a mountain.
The emperor muttered to himself for several days looking at Concubine Yuan's portrait.
Mu Xianzhi also took a long vacation.
He still didn't believe that Ling Qingyan could die like this.
He knew how much Ling Qingyan valued her life, so how could she die so easily?
So what if the bones match? What if there are similar bones?
While he didn't believe it, he accepted many assassination orders.
He did it all himself.
When I'm in a bad mood, my hands itch and I always like to kill people.
So much so that recently in the capital, the body parts of many extremely evil criminals were scattered everywhere, even in the homes of some officials, which was quite scary.
The people cheered, although it was really scary to see the corpses suddenly appearing in various places.
But everyone will attribute this to the fact that God has opened his eyes and revealed his will.
Mu Xianzhi did not give up looking for Ling Qingyan, and the Dark Moon Pavilion sent many assassins to investigate.
But Ling Qingyan covered her face with a veil most of the time, and Afeng put makeup on her face to conceal her original appearance. How could Mu Xianzhi find her?
Mu Xianzhi even sent a letter to Pei Wuyou, specifically telling him the news of Ling Qingyan's accident.
If he was right, Pei Wuyou should be in the most difficult period in Wei State after returning. He had to recruit many ministers, and deal with his brothers who were still alive and his father who was seriously ill.
Mu Xianzhi blamed all of Ling Qingyan's misfortune on Pei Wuyou and wrote all his mistakes in capital letters.
If Pei Wuyou hadn't threatened him to let His Highness return to the palace, Qingyan should still be by her side now, instead of disappearing without a trace.
If he hadn't been selfish and wanted to take His Highness away, nothing like this would have happened to His Highness.
It’s all Pei Wuyou’s fault.
Mu Xianzhi wrote in the letter how tragic Ling Qingyan's death was. Although he still firmly believed that the prince was fine, he directly confirmed Ling Qingyan's death in the letter.
Originally, the corpse had no face and only physical features matched, but Mu Xianzhi was extremely certain in the letter, and he didn't say that this couldn't be seen because the face was scratched.
And it was accompanied by a series of rebukes.
He just wanted to make him feel confused at this moment.
It would be best if he died in a great chaos, either by open attack or hidden attack.
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Ling Yu was the calmest among them.
He has witnessed too many separations and deaths in his life. It seems that his parents, relatives, comrades-in-arms, and colleagues are constantly leaving him.
I finally fell in love with a little girl, and she even got ahead of him.
He didn't know whether he was destined to be alone or what, but in the end he was still alone.
Ling Yu found a beautiful place with mountains and rivers, erected a monument for her with the little girl's relics, then leaned on the monument and talked to her for a long time.
Two pots of wine and the little girl's favorite dishes.
Nestled beside the mountains and beside the water, Ling Yu had a fine stubble on his chin that he hadn't cleaned off, and he just leaned beside her to accompany her.
"My little niece, you are really brave."
"Ever since you risked your life to save me, I've been wondering what you were made of. How could you be so brave and take me with you to jump without caring about anything?"
"If we're not careful, you and I will be torn to pieces."
"But we were lucky enough to survive. I always heard people say that surviving a disaster will bring good fortune in the future, but I don't really believe it."
"I wish I hadn't died many times, but the result was that all the important people around me left me, until I met you."
"A man dressed in red came riding on a horse. I think I will never forget that scene in my life."
The stream gurgled, and the sun shone on Ling Yu's handsome yet weathered face. He seemed to be recalling the most profound moment in his memory, with a look of satisfaction on his face, but a closer look in his eyes revealed a hint of sadness.
Ling Yu poured himself another pot of wine: "I told you that I had desires for you, and I really didn't lie to you."
"But it seems that beneath the desire, there is a surging love, and I can't tell it clearly."
Ling Yu looked at the green mountains in the distance and said with a smile, "So I thought I'd ask you to teach me how to distinguish between desire and love."
What a nice day today! It should be your favorite weather. The sun is not too strong and the breeze brings a refreshing coolness, which is perfect for expressing your love.
The wind blew through his black hair, like the girl's response word by word.
Occasionally, two butterflies with colorful wings would fly by.
The man emptied his wine jug, chuckled and murmured:
"Unfortunately, there will be no such opportunity again."
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