Nan Lingqin was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "It really comes without any effort. Yuwen Telecom, now that you're here, let's settle both the old and new scores together."
Nan Lingqin's eyes were as cold as ice. In the blink of an eye, the shawl in her hand transformed into a blade and struck straight at the target.
The target was not the Northern Emperor, but Yuwen Yao.
Yuwen Yao stood there, watching Nan Lingqin's figure shrink and enlarge infinitely, and his eyes quickly and unconsciously filled with a deathly ashen color...
"don't want--"
A hurried shout came from Qingxia. In the blink of an eye, Qingxia rushed forward and shielded Nan Lingqin with her body. At the same time, another hand came from the sky, pushing Qingxia aside and knocking away Nan Lingqin's sword.
It turns out...
Nan Lingqin looked up at Xu Yiran in disbelief.
That gentle and refined man, with eyes as clear as the waters of a lake at dawn, stood before Yuwen Yao, looking at her with an expression so complex it seemed boundless.
“Xu Yiran…”
Nan Lingqin hesitated, unable to understand, "Why..."
The slightly pained tone in his voice made Xu Yiran's heart skip a beat.
In the short time that followed, Yuwen Yao had already escorted Yuwen Yao away.
"Nan Lingqin, I will definitely stand in your way..."
The arrogant voice of the Northern Emperor also drifted away, his excitement as if he were only one step away from what he wanted, which made him lose the demeanor that a monarch should have.
Yuwen Shi glanced at Nan Lingqin subtly before leading his men away in an instant.
The surrounding area was a bloody mess, and the instigator had escaped without a trace.
"Clang—"
Nan Lingqin dropped the sword in her hand, ignoring Yuwen Yao and the Northern Emperor who had run away, and looked at Xu Yiran with great confusion.
"Xiao Qin, I'm afraid you'll regret killing him."
Xu Yiran said that just a moment ago, he didn't even know why he stepped forward to block it. Why...
Nan Lingqin replied coldly, "No, I will avenge Xuanyuan Du."
Xu Yiran, her gaze fixed on Nan Lingqin, seemed intently trying to see into her heart. "Even if one day you find out he had his reasons?"
"Was it for my own good, or was he going to die? I knew that all along, but no matter what the reason, it can't undo everything he did for me."
The cold wind howled, causing her clothes to flutter in the wind. Her expression was solemn. "Could it be that at this moment, Xu Yiran, I should put aside this hatred... Moreover, Yuwen Yao himself has not offered any explanation for this, because he cannot deny the fact that he poisoned me and set me on fire. What I cannot accept most in this life is deception and exploitation, and Yuwen Yao has done both."
Each word drifted in the cold wind. Nan Lingqin turned away, her starry eyes filled with rage.
Xu Yiran's fingers curled up, and her expression tightened little by little.
Qingxia was still standing there. She glanced at Xu Yiran with her delicate eyes, and finally followed Nan Lingqin's footsteps.
"Princess."
"I have given you a way out; if you don't leave now, you'll never leave again."
Nan Lingqin's voice was like being in an ice cellar. A cold wind blew, and her eyebrows and eyes appeared even colder, as if she had returned from hell.
Qingxia was startled by the cold air but did not leave. After a long while, she looked up at the sky, as if she was struggling to cope with something, feeling helpless and in pain as if she was about to die. Finally, she spoke softly.
"Princess, please spare yourself."
As soon as Qingxia spoke, Nan Lingqin stopped in her tracks, her pupils contracting sharply. This voice... was not Qingxia's usual voice, but belonged to...
Qingxia continued, "Princess, hurting the Crown Prince will only cause you pain."
Nan Lingqin's body trembled slightly.
"Miss, I am... Zihe."
A sob escaped her lips, and everything seemed to fall silent.
Nan Lingqin then turned to look at Qingxia.
Purple River?
Zihe, who has been missing for a long time and has never been found.
She always thought that Yuwen Yao had dealt with her later because he didn't want her to reveal anything.
But……
Nan Lingqin looked at Qingxia and said with certainty, "You are neither wearing a human skin mask nor using any magical illusions."
The meaning is very clear: you are not Zihe's face, but a completely different face.
Upon hearing this, Qingxia stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Nan Lingqin. Every action and gesture was exactly the same as Zihe's in the past.
“That day, Qi Rufeng took me away. He wanted to humiliate me, but I couldn’t bear the humiliation and jumped off a cliff. I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I found out that I had been saved by the Crown Prince. However, my face was too badly damaged. The Crown Prince said that I could not appear in front of you until my face was healed, otherwise you would feel guilty. So I waited and waited for a long time…” Qingxia’s voice was almost choked with sobs as she spoke.
"Until one day, the Crown Prince came to me and asked me to go to Southern Qi."
Nan Lingqin's eyes darkened, and she remained silent. Qingxia continued, "At the time, I didn't understand. I only knew that the Crown Prince's expression was too cold, completely unlike when he was with you, Miss, when he was as warm and gentle as a piece of jade, as if the earth were returning to spring. His whole body exuded a helpless, desolate, and deathly aura. I did as he said, and soon I understood, because, not long after, you, Miss, will arrive in Nanqi."
Hearing Qingxia's words, Nan Lingqin's fingertips twitched, and her hand gripping her sleeve suddenly trembled uncontrollably. "And then..."
---Aside---
The truth is about to be revealed~
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