Chapter 101 The Truth About the Thatched Hut
"My Lord?" Wen Ning's steps became a little unsteady, her heartbeat became more rapid, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the cuffs of her sleeves.
He is the Marquis of Anyuan and holds great power. If he really wants to investigate something, what can be hidden from him?
Could it be that he already knew about that?
Wen Ning's breathing stagnated, and her mind flashed back to that rainy night, the chaotic breathing in the thatched hut, the tearing pain, and the man whose face she hadn't even seen clearly...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore. She just felt a tightness in her chest and her steps became weak.
The mountain breeze brushed past my ears, like the broken sobs of that night, lingering.
Walking along the mountain road, the man's memories came flooding back.
On that day, the royal family held a sacrifice and all the nobles gathered together.
There was a bustling crowd in front of the altar, and the smoke of incense concealed a subtle evil.
He only felt a slight numbness on the back of his neck, and soon his blood began to boil and he felt hot and uncomfortable.
Knowing that he had been tricked, he had no choice but to force himself to avoid the crowd.
In order to avoid falling into someone else's trap, he didn't even go back to the guest room. He just stumbled down the secluded place in the back mountain and found an abandoned hut. He curled up in the corner and tried to survive the effects of the medicine.
Just at that moment, a woman in plain clothes fell in...
Xie Jinglan had already sent people to clear this mountain road in advance, so it was not difficult to walk on.
Soon, the two of them stopped in front of the hut.
Wen Ning raised her eyes, and when she saw the scene in front of her, the blood in her body froze.
It's here!
This hut that she desperately wanted to forget!
Her fingertips trembled unconsciously, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but he held her wrist tightly.
"Why did you bring me here?" The woman's voice was trembling, and even she could hear the panic in it.
Xie Jinglan stared at her, his eyes dark and startling. "Ning'er, have you ever been here? Tell me!"
These words were like a knife, cutting into the deepest wound in her heart.
Her face turned pale instantly, but her eyes turned red.
After a long time, she finally moved her lips and said, "I've been here..."
The voice was choked, almost squeezed out from between teeth.
Those wrinkles that she had suppressed deep in her heart, never to be seen in the light, those shame and grievances that had been gnawing at her day and night, now that they had been exposed to the sunlight, she might as well lay them out.
Maybe it’s better to explain it clearly...
"Xibao...is not from the Liu family."
Xie Jinglan's eyes tightened, and the knuckles that were clasping her shoulders turned slightly white.
Even though he already knew it in his heart, he still stubbornly wanted to hear the confirmation from her mouth with his own ears.
Wen Ning seemed to finally break down, tears welling up in her eyes. "Young Master Liu never touched me. When I married him, he was already on his last legs. Before I married into the Liu family, I was deflowered here... by a strange man... and then I had Xibao..."
She couldn't continue, tears blurred her vision.
Xie Jinglan hugged her tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry..." His voice was hoarse and filled with deep pain, "I'm sorry Ning'er, I'm sorry, the person that night... was me..."
Wen Ning froze, a little incredulous. She asked in a trembling voice, "What did the Marquis say?"
The man raised his hand and stroked her pale face, saying distressedly: "It was me... I was poisoned that day..."
Wen Ning pushed him away suddenly, tears streaming down her face.
She bit her lip tightly, not knowing how to face him.
Finally... I kicked him hard!!!
Even though she used all her strength, the force only caused imperceptible ripples on the man's solid body.
Xie Jinglan didn't even shake, he looked down at the small mud footprint on his brocade robe, stunned.
Wen Ning was so angry that she turned around and ran, but after taking two steps, he hugged her from behind.
"Let me go!" She struggled, her voice filled with tears.
Xie Jinglan held her trembling hands tightly, his eyes full of regret, "It's my fault. I was inconsiderate and shouldn't have brought Ning'er here. Ning'er, please don't be angry first, okay?"
That day, when he guessed that Ning'er was the woman in the thatched hut, he felt as if fireworks had exploded in his chest, and ecstasy almost overflowed from his bones.
It turned out that it was already destined that she would be his first woman and his only woman.
That secret thought surged up in his mind, making him lose his composure. He only wanted to come to this original place and break this layer of window paper.
But only when he saw her tears of collapse and the bottomless fear in her eyes did he realize that he had been poisoned that day, and in his dazed state he was still holding a knife to play hard to get. How panicked must she have been at that time?
And in what kind of fear was she forced to give up her innocence?
What he thought was destiny was actually a nightmare that she could not avoid.
Xie Jinglan was stunned when he suddenly felt a heat on the back of his hand.
Looking down, he saw drops of blood dripping onto the back of his hand.
His heart trembled, and he quickly turned the person around, only to see Wen Ning biting her lower lip tightly. The originally pink lips had been bitten into a bloody mess by her pearly teeth. Blood flowed down the corners of her lips and formed shocking blood beads on her chin.
"Ning'er!" His throat tightened, and his heart ached as if being cut by a blunt knife. His voice was soft and gentle, with unprecedented panic, "Let go! Let go quickly... Dear Ning'er, don't bite yourself, bite me if you want to bite, dear Ning'er... be obedient..."
He wanted to touch her lips, but was afraid of hurting her, so his hand was suspended in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.
Wen Ning staggered back two steps, looking at him with tearful eyes, as if she was looking at some kind of monster.
She shook her head and continued to back away. The gravel under her feet almost made her fall, but she still waved her hands stubbornly, not letting him get any closer.
The man looked at the resistance and fear in her eyes, and his heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, making him unable to make a sound.
He knew that anything he said at this moment would be wrong, and chasing her too closely would only scare her more.
Helplessly, he could only stand there and watch her move down the mountain step by step, while he followed her at a distance of about two meters, neither too far nor too close.
When we reached the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, we saw an ebony carriage parked there quietly.
The driver stood by the side of the carriage with his hands hanging down, while Qingfeng and Qingmang stood quietly beside them, holding the reins.
Wen Ning walked straight to the carriage without looking around, lifted the curtain and got in. Her voice immediately came through the curtain, "Let's go!"
The coachman was stunned and looked at the marquis not far away.
The Marquis was still standing two meters away and did not catch up.
Just as he was hesitating, he heard Xie Jinglan say, "Listen to the young lady."
Qingfeng and Qingmang exchanged a glance, secretly shocked. The only one who dared to leave his master outside the carriage was Miss Wen.
Qing Feng hurriedly bowed and handed over the reins, "Master."
Xie Jinglan took it and mounted the horse swiftly, his eyes always fixed on the closed carriage.
The driver did not dare to delay any longer, so he whipped the horse and the wheels began to turn slowly.
Xie Jinglan lightly clamped his legs around the horse's belly, keeping a distance of about ten feet from the carriage, following behind at a moderate distance.
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