Mu Dong was the first to run up to Qing He and said, "You finally showed up. I thought something had happened to you."
He accidentally touched Qinghe's right shoulder, and a sharp pain shot through him. Qinghe subtly avoided it, saying, "It's nothing, I was just tricked and suffered a little."
Li Jiang also came over and said, "It's good that you're alright." He looked at Mo Zhanli on the ground, "The situation here is a bit complicated."
Qinghe: "It's not complicated. I'll just tell you one thing: Mo Zhanwei is Jun Qian's father."
In one sentence, everyone present was shocked, and Li Jiang looked at Mo Junqian in surprise.
Mo Junqian only said one sentence: "The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable."
A moment of silence followed; everyone fell silent. There were too many twists and turns in the story, and they needed to sort things out carefully.
The most shocked person present was Consort Cheng.
He Si helped her to her feet, the blood at the corner of her mouth was gently wiped away, her eyes were dazed and confused, until she saw Mo Junqian's face, her pupils shrank and her eyes widened suddenly.
She shoved He Si aside and stumbled toward Mo Junqian, murmuring, "Zhan Wei, is that you? You're back..."
Halfway there, he suddenly clutched his head and shouted, "No! He's long dead, Zhan Wei is long dead, you're not him!"
Her heart-wrenching screams reached everyone's ears, but no one came forward to comfort her. In the end, she was just a pitiful woman.
The screams continued as Consort Cheng frantically pounded her head, as if reliving a painful memory, until her gaze settled on the portrait of Mo Junqian, at which point her voice abruptly ceased.
She rushed towards Mo Junqian, trying to snatch the painting, but was knocked to the ground by Long Batian's sword energy.
Undeterred, she got up again to snatch the painting, but the result was the same.
It was repeated three or four times before it finally stopped.
After a long while, she looked up at Mo Junqian, her voice filled with utter desolation: "You are his child, his child with that woman, aren't you?"
Mo Junqian looked at her and nodded slightly.
A simple movement seemed to drain all her strength. She staggered to her feet, her gaze sweeping over everything around her before finally settling on He Si.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The laughter grew louder and more manic.
She smiled and walked towards the mountain gate until she reached a cliff.
I looked up at the sky; the sun was shining brightly, and the world was vibrant with life.
Her red lips moved slightly, and she murmured a very soft sentence.
Qinghe twitched her ears and clearly heard her say—
"It's a pity it's not winter."
Suddenly, she raised her hand, clenched her fist, and opened her arms. Her spiritual energy dissipated, and the light in her eyes gradually disappeared.
He's about to self-destruct!
"elder sister!"
With a heart-wrenching scream, He Si rushed over anxiously, falling twice along the way, but caught Cheng Fei in his arms the instant she self-destructed.
Blood flowed throughout his body, and his internal organs were shattered.
As he fell off the cliff, He Si smiled faintly, gently tucked a strand of Cheng Fei's hair behind her ear, and whispered in her ear, "Sister, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
Consort Cheng blinked slightly, moved her throat, but could no longer utter a word.
Below the cliff, everything was pure white, with roses covering the entire mountain peak.
Consort Cheng and He Si fell into the rose bushes, their blood splattering on every petal. The glaring red and the pure white painted a heartbreaking picture that no one could understand.
Witnessing this scene, everyone was speechless, perhaps unsure how to react, or perhaps feeling that Consort Cheng deserved to die, but Qinghe remained calm as ever.
If a person is prepared to die, then when she faces death, she will feel more of a sense of liberation.
She forgave herself, and she forgave others.
Threads of light poured out from below the cliff, gradually converging into a bead that floated in the air.
Qinghe raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air, and the Water Control Pearl instantly fell into his palm.
At the same time, the long-lost Wind-Fixing Pearl suddenly flew out of the portrait and returned to Qinghe's hand.
The two pearls reappeared, and with the death of Consort Cheng, they were able to see the light of day again.
However, Mo Zhanli didn't care about Consort Cheng's death. At this moment, all he could think about was how to escape, especially when Mo Junqian's sword was held to his neck.
"I'm your own uncle, you can't kill me!"
Mo Junqian looked at his face coldly and said with disgust, "A person like you doesn't deserve to be my uncle."
Mo Zhanli raised his hand, trying to grab Mo Junqian's clothes, and said tremblingly, "Junqian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have killed your father. I was wrong. Please give me another chance."
Mo Junqian was caught off guard by his sudden weakness, and then he suddenly heard Li Jiang shout, "Watch out!"
The heavily injured Mo Zhanli was kicked away. His sneak attack failed, and he glared fiercely at Mo Junqian.
"Don't forget, I am the ruler of Tianqi Kingdom, the Son of Heaven. If you kill me, it will be regicide, and Heaven will not let you off!"
Others might not have thought anything of it, but Qinghe was genuinely amused. Threatening the protagonist with the Heavenly Dao was like asking for an easy death.
Mo Junqian already harbored murderous intent, and now that his sneak attack had failed, his anger surged even more. Without saying another word, he brandished his long sword, its sword aura menacing, and fiercely attacked Mo Zhanli.
Unexpectedly, Changping appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Mo Zhanli with his body.
Seeing this, Mo Junqian quickly sheathed his sword, and the sword energy struck the ground instead, instantly splitting a ravine.
"Don't kill my father!"
Changping had just taken the antidote developed by Zhuge Hongming. Hearing that a sacrifice would be held at Lingyun Temple, perhaps it was a woman's intuition, she felt uneasy and rushed over on horseback. What she saw was her father, the king, in a disheveled state, waiting to be killed.
She stood in front of Mo Zhanli, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, I beg you, don't kill my father."
Mo Junqian didn't speak, but twirled the sword in his hand, showing no intention of putting it away.
Changping knew that begging him was useless, so she turned to Qinghe and sobbed, "Qinghe, please help me, don't let him kill my father, okay?"
Qinghe slowly walked to her side, wiped away her tears, and said, "This is his decision, and I can't change it."
Changping gripped her sleeve tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. At this moment, she was no longer a princess, but a daughter begging for mercy for her father.
While everyone's attention was focused on the weeping Changping, a dark shadow flashed past, darting out from behind and heading straight for Changping.
Qinghe reacted quickly, grabbing him and darting away from the spot. However, the man in black was just feinting; his real target was Mo Zhanli on the ground.
In a flash, he lifted Mo Zhanli with one hand, used his toes to propel himself into the air, and then shattered the surrounding stone wall with a palm strike, sending stone dust flying and obscuring everyone's vision.
Mo Junqian wanted to give chase, but Li Jiang stopped him: "This person is hiding his true strength. You are no match for him at all. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years."
Mo Junqian stood still, gazing in the direction the man in black had left, before finally looking away.
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