Chapter 299 If There Is an Afterlife, Don’t Marry Me
On the execution ground, Mu Huaian's back was straight, his hands were marked with purple marks by the thick rope, and a pair of eyes were revealed between his messy hair, his eyes full of mockery towards the officials on the platform.
Once upon a time, these people were all servile to the teacher, but now they find ways to throw dirty water on the teacher.
He only regretted not recognizing his teacher's difficulties, spending his days in the village lamenting the passing of time, leaving his teacher to struggle alone. If there were an afterlife, he would definitely take over his teacher's burden...
The executioner's knife flashed by, and Yu Qinghuan's pupils suddenly widened. He almost rushed forward subconsciously, but it was useless. He could only watch the blade fall. With the screams of the people behind him, the head rolled down and the blood splattered on the execution platform!
Looking at the fallen body, Yu Qinghuan trembled all over and kept reminding himself that it was fake, all fake.
A flash of white light passed by, and she was torn apart again. She reached out to cover her eyes, but when she opened them again, what came into view was a pitch-black dungeon.
Yu Qinghuan had not yet recovered from witnessing Mu Huaian being beheaded, and his attention was occupied by the scene before him.
She saw Xiao Jinghe with a gloomy face, his fingertips against the wine glass, and a sneer on his lips that was completely inconsistent with her memory.
He accepted the fact that the winners would be kings and the losers would be bandits.
He only blamed himself for being born in the royal family but not being cruel enough, and still thinking about the father-son relationship that never belonged to him.
The eunuch looked reluctant, but had to speak, "Your Highness, it's time."
Yu Qinghuan immediately realized that the wine in the cup was poisoned.
She was unable to stop him and could only watch Xiao Jinghe drink the poisoned wine in the cup in one gulp. Just like Mu Huaian at the execution ground just now, he fell to the ground and died.
After witnessing two of his closest friends die in front of him, Yu Qinghuan felt a nauseous burning sensation in his stomach and wanted to vomit.
She knew without even needing to confirm that this must have happened in her previous life, although she didn't know why she had returned here.
There was only one thought in my mind, to leave here and go back to where everyone was living well.
The white light flashed again, engulfing her vision. In that instant, she saw herself in her previous life. She had escaped and was caught and taken back to Han Mansion. She was beaten all over by Han Shao with a barbed whip, and finally fell to the ground and took her last breath.
Han Shao kicked her body with disgust, "You fainted again, you really can't stand being beaten!"
Yu Qinghuan felt a chill, and the resentment that had been quelled by time rose up again. Looking at the face in front of her that she deliberately avoided thinking about, she wished she could kill Han Shao with her own hands, the man who had beaten her to death in her previous life.
The servants in the yard watched their master whipping, punching and kicking, and none of them dared to stop him, let alone say a word.
At this moment, Mrs. Han hurried over and said, "Stop fighting!"
"Son! Stop hitting me!"
Han Shao finally stopped and spat, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Can't you see I'm dealing with this little bitch!?"
Seeing Yu Qinghuan lying on the ground in a bloody mess, Madam Han cried out in horror, "How could you beat him like this?"
Han Shao said nonchalantly, "If I don't hit the point, she'll dare to run away again next time!"
Mrs. Han was so anxious that she quickly called out, "Hurry up and help the man into the house and ask the doctor to come!"
Han Shao sneered, "Mom, why bother calling a doctor? He'll be fine in two days."
This little guy is so tough that he can't die no matter how hard you beat him.
Yu Qinghuan was filled with resentment and only regretted that he was not a fierce ghost, otherwise he would have taken the life of Han Shao, the beast, at this moment.
Mrs. Han was furious and pushed her son. "How many times have I told you this? This is from the capital. It's different from the ones you brought back before!"
"Now her family is here, and they're asking to see her in the living room. You beat her up like this, what are you going to do?"
Han Shao didn't take it seriously. When he went to the capital to welcome his bride, he had seen the Yu family. They were all obsessed with money. "Just give them some silver and send them off..."
Yu Qinghuan was stunned. Her family?
In the previous life, did the Yu family come to Linjiang?
Suddenly, a scream came from the house, "Ah——!"
The maidservants and servants came tumbling out, their faces pale. "She's dead! She's dead! The young lady is dead!"
Mrs. Han's face suddenly turned ugly and she ran into the house quickly.
In the courtyard, upon learning that Yu Qinghuan had died, Han Shao's face flashed with regret, "What a pity, I quite like this face."
A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
Soon, Mrs. Han rushed out, her face very ugly, muttering: "It's over, it's over... How could he die?"
"All of you stay in this yard and don't go anywhere. If anyone asks, just say she has smallpox and don't see anyone!"
The maid and the servant agreed tremblingly.
Mrs. Han grabbed her son and pushed him into the house, while admonishing him, "You stay in the house and don't come out. Do you hear me?"
Han Shao was puzzled. "Mom, why are you so worried? It's just a death. It wasn't like that before..."
"Can it be the same!?"
Mrs. Han yelled angrily, which frightened Han Shao.
Yu Qinghuan was puzzled. Mrs. Han's reaction was really strange. Who on earth could have made her so nervous?
Soon, her doubts were answered.
There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, and someone hurried over here, "Where are the people!?"
The familiar voice made Yu Qinghuan stiffen. She turned around and looked in a daze. A bearded face came into view - it was Xie Zhiwen.
Despite all the obstruction from Madam Han and the servants, he rushed into the house with his men, knife in hand...
After a while, screams and pleas for mercy were heard in the house, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Looking at Xie Zhiwen, who was covered in blood, walking out of the house holding her body, Yu Qinghuan's tears rolled down her cheeks. It turned out that he had come to find her in her previous life.
Just one step slower, just one step slower.
The journey back to Beijing took seven full days. He did not sleep and kept the corpse in his arms.
Until the day of burial, Xie Zhiwen led his men into the Yu family with knives, left amid screams, and finally fell in front of the grave, trying to touch the words on the tombstone with trembling hands.
"Ah Huan...If there is an afterlife, don't marry me."
Seeing Xie Zhiwen breathe his last in front of his own grave, Yu Qinghuan felt a pang of pain in his heart.
She never knew that this man, whom she had always thought was just attracted by her looks, cared about her so much.
Even after knowing that Xie Zhiwen was not dead, she still thought that in his previous life, Xie Zhiwen should have married a new wife and had children around him, but she never imagined that everything would be like this after her death.
A huge pain spread from her heart, and Yu Qinghuan could hardly breathe. She felt like she was about to die. Her eyelids felt heavy and her vision was dark...
Suddenly a shout rang in my ears:
"Girl? Girl!?"
"Girl! Wake up!"
Yu Qinghuan suddenly opened her eyes and saw Sang Ru looking at her anxiously, almost crying.
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