Chapter 363: Clean it up here
Mo Liyuan hugged Lan Xiyue, his eyes gentle and loving. Although he was shocked that Lan Zhenrong was not Yue'er's biological father, his love for Yue'er did not diminish in the slightest. "Yue'er!" he called out distressedly.
Lan Xiyue gently shook her head, "I'm fine." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes flashing with a sharp light, shooting straight at the dying Lan Jiaoyun, "Seeing you in such pain now, I, your aunt, will do you a favor today and send you on your last journey."
Before he finished speaking, Lan Xiyue had already drawn the whip in her hand, but Mo Liyuan was faster and swung his palm on Lan Jiaoyun's forehead.
Lan Jiaoyun's body fell limply into Aunt Hong's arms, the light in her eyes gradually fading. Mo Liyuan whispered softly, "Yu'er, I have already dealt with this annoying fly for you to avoid dirtying your hands."
Aunt Hong looked down at her daughter in her arms, and tears instantly burst out like rain. She cried heart-wrenchingly: "Yun'er, my Yun'er..." That voice was like a lone goose in the cold wind, desolate and desperate.
Lan Xiyue watched coldly, her heart unmoved. All of this was their own fault.
Her gaze fell on Lan Zhenrong again, and her tone was cold and decisive, "It's your turn!"
Lan Zhenrong was so scared that his face turned pale. He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "No, Lan Xiyue, you can't kill me. I know who your biological father is. As long as you promise not to kill me, I will tell you." His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
Lan Shenye frowned upon hearing this. He looked at Lan Zhenrong in disbelief, "Didn't you say you didn't know? Are you still trying to lie to us?"
Lan Zhenrong no longer cared about so many things at this moment. He roared: "Who wants to be cuckolded? Who wants to raise a child for someone else? It's all because of Yun Shanshan that she has let me down. She has let me down!" His voice echoed in the night sky, full of resentment and unwillingness.
"You didn't have to marry my mother, but you did." Lan Xiyue's voice was particularly cold in the silent night sky. "My mother must have made some agreement with you before the wedding, right?"
Lan Zhenrong's face turned pale at this moment, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes. How did this dead girl know that?
Back then, in the Duke of Huguo's mansion, Yun Shanshan, the woman who had been haunting his dreams, did speak to him in private.
As long as he agreed to her request, she would marry him. At that time, he was so blinded by love that he didn't care about so many things. Even if they couldn't become a real husband and wife, he was happy with it.
He thought that as long as he treated her well, one day she would see his sincerity, be touched, and fall in love with him. However, reality dealt him a harsh slap in the face. Yun Shanshan, until the end of her life, never once glanced at him.
Lan Xiyue looked at Lan Zhenrong's unpredictable expression and knew the answer in her heart. "Tell me, what happened back then? If you don't hide it, maybe I will spare your life."
Lan Zhenrong looked at her, "Are you serious? Are you really going to spare my life?"
Lan Xiyue smiled gently, but there was endless coldness hidden in that smile, "Of course, I keep my word and will not go back on my word like you." Before she finished speaking, she put away the whip, and the silver needle in her hand flew out like lightning, heading straight for Aunt Hong beside her.
Aunt Hong was holding Lan Jiaoyun in her arms when her body suddenly softened and she fell to the ground. A silver needle was stuck in her temple, and she was dead.
Lan Zhenrong watched as Aunt Hong collapsed to the ground, his heart sinking. "You..."
Lan Xiyue sneered, her smile full of sarcasm, "I didn't say I would spare her life! But if you dare to lie to me, I can't guarantee that you won't end up like Aunt Hong." Her tone was relaxed, but chilling.
Lan Zhenrong suppressed the hatred in his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, I'll tell you, but this is not the place to talk."
Lan Xiyue gently raised her hand to signal them to go in. Lan Zhenrong walked in tremblingly, stepping over the debris of the gate.
Mo Liyuan stood aside, his eyes like torches, glancing coldly at Tianyi, "Clean it up here."
Tianyi lowered his head and responded.
Mo Liyuan then hugged Lan Xiyue, and the two walked in side by side and entered the hall, with Lan Shenye following closely behind.
Inside the hall, flickering candlelight illuminated Lan Zhenrong's aged, weary face. He seemed to have aged ten years overnight, his eyes hollow as he recalled the long-forgotten past: "Back then, when your mother asked me to meet her in the garden, I was overjoyed, thinking she had feelings for me too. From the moment I first met her, I was captivated by her. But who could have imagined her next words would send me reeling. Even so, I accepted it with all my heart."
Yun Shanshan's figure gradually became clearer in Lan Zhenrong's memory. Her eyes were indifferent, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Will you marry me?"
Lan Zhenrong was so overjoyed when he heard this that he almost blurted out, "Of course I do!"
However, just as he was distracted, imagining a beautiful future with Yun Shanshan, Yun Shanshan's extremely cold voice rang out again: "If I marry you, we will only be husband and wife in name only. In front of others, we can be affectionate and loving; but behind others' backs, we will have no connection at all, let alone be husband and wife. Are you willing to accept such conditions?"
Lan Zhenrong was stunned. He looked at Yun Shanshan in disbelief. She only smiled faintly. "If you don't want to, then let's just pretend we never met today. You can leave now."
At that moment, Lan Zhenrong's heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles, but he still refused to give up this one and only chance. He thought, even if they were just husband and wife in name only, as long as they could see each other every day, that would be enough. So, he nodded, his voice weak but firm: "I do."
"And so, not long after, your mother married me." Lan Zhenrong's voice was filled with bitterness. "But I never thought that just two months after the marriage, she would be pregnant. I questioned her, but she said nonchalantly that if I couldn't accept it, I could file for divorce, but she must never reveal to anyone that the child in her belly was not mine. I still can't understand why she chose to marry me if she really had someone she loved."
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