"Self-deception."
Consort Wan concluded her speech.
"you……"
Meng Qingluan couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore.
She had already made up her mind.
The moment Consort Wan dragged her onto the city wall to threaten Shen Yan, she jumped off the wall.
After her death.
Shen Yan no longer cared about her relationship with Consort Wan's birth mother; her mission was now complete, and she returned to the real world.
As for Shen Yan, he will no longer be in danger.
The carriage approached the palace.
Consort Wan was not as calm as she appeared; her palms were cold and damp with sweat.
She knew.
By doing this, she will surely break Shen Yan's heart completely.
But she had no other choice. She only hoped that Shen Yan, as her own flesh and blood, could understand her.
All he needs to do is lay down his weapons and allow Li Zhanqi to successfully ascend the throne.
She will definitely not treat him unfairly!
…
Meng Qingluan sees Chen Yan again.
She had been escorted by Consort Wan to the city wall, where she looked down and met Shen Yan's gaze from afar, who was sitting on a tall horse.
Shen Yan naturally saw her as well.
His hand gripped the reins tightly, and through the crowd, his gaze fell with regret and fear upon the people on the city wall.
A mixture of shock and fear.
Shen Yan felt as if he were floating on hot oil, afraid of hurting Meng Qingluan in the slightest amidst the chaos of war.
On the other side of the crowd.
Before Meng Qingluan could even match her lips to Chen Yan, darkness instantly enveloped her entire world.
"Mother, you've worked so hard."
Li Zhanqi's voice came from behind her, and the next second, her neck was tightly restrained by an arm.
Consort Wan smiled with delight, knowing that she had done a good deed.
"It's not hard work. For you, Mother doesn't feel tired at all."
Meng Qingluan heard Li Zhanqi chuckle and said...
"Mother, you don't need to worry about things from now on. You should go and rest."
"Zhanqi, Mother Consort has another matter to ask of you..."
thump--
Consort Wan's words came to an abrupt halt as a pungent, bloody stench filled her nostrils and into her brain, causing her to involuntarily furrow her brow.
Li Zhanqi's indifferent voice came through.
"Since it's useless, let's throw this corpse off the city wall so that Shen Yan can personally step over his birth mother's body, as a way of avenging him...?"
Li Zhanqi whispered the second half of the sentence into her ear.
Meng Qingluan remained silent.
Li Zhanqi didn't say much. Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled by him, heading towards... the city wall!
“I don’t like hiding on the city walls. After all, I prefer seeing people suffer to the throne.”
"You're a pervert."
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but curse.
Li Zhanqi's words reminded her of the cause of Shen Yan's death in the original novel.
Originally, the city gate had already been captured.
When he led his troops into the Golden Palace, he was drawn to the tearful pleas of Consort Wan.
It was at this moment that Li Zhanqi fired the black arrow.
Originally, the arrow was aimed at Li Zhanjue.
In the original story, Shen Yan actually managed to block the bullets, but his entire body was riddled with arrows.
It seems that at that time, Li Zhanqi was already prepared for failure in his attempt to seize the throne.
His goal, from beginning to end, was to make people feel the pain of losing a loved one.
This is a complete pervert; he's more like Satan who feeds on people's lifeblood.
Meng Qingluan was surrounded by soldiers, the two sides facing each other with weapons only a few miles apart.
She was forcefully taken to the city gate tower.
He escorted Meng Qingluan to the front, revealing a gleaming dagger, and pressed it against her neck.
He lifted the black cloth from Meng Qingluan's head and even cut the hemp rope binding her wrists.
Meng Qingluan knew.
He's giving her a chance.
He wanted her to escape, to give them hope, to shoot an arrow through her heart, and to die in front of Shen Yan.
His goal was never the throne, but to make people truly feel pain.
If she dies, Shen Yan will live.
Li Zhanqi locked her neck and shouted.
“Shen Yan! Make Li Zhanjue order your men to lay down their weapons, otherwise your wife’s life… I can’t be too sure.”
Li Zhanjue panicked upon seeing this scene. He gripped the reins tightly and remained silent for a long time.
Chen Yan flung off the reins, dismounted, and walked alone at the front.
"Release her, and I'm willing to give up the siege."
Upon seeing this, Meng Qingluan cursed him.
"Chen Yan, can't you be a little more sensible?"
"I told you, don't be love-struck. Is your almond-sized brain filled with nothing but love and romance?"
"Even if I die today, you are not allowed to say the word 'give up the siege' to me! You may crawl, but you must crawl to the Golden Palace and get that broken tiger tally and tattered dragon robe."
"It's not for that bastard Li Zhanjue, it's for yourself!"
Before she could finish speaking, Li Zhanqi's dagger slashed a bloody gash across her neck.
Ignoring the stinging pain in her neck, Meng Qingluan felt her adrenaline surge.
The soldiers behind Li Zhanqi all aimed their bows and arrows at Chen Yan's direction.
Is this the power of a storyline?
Her eardrums were buzzing, and she could no longer hear what was being said around her.
She felt her vision blurring, and she was in a state of confusion and disorientation.
The image of Shen Yan being pierced by ten thousand arrows from the original novel flashed before Meng Qingluan's eyes, and her blood instantly froze.
She suddenly exerted her strength, slamming her elbow hard into Li Zhanqi's ribs, and broke free of her restraints as he released his grip in pain.
"Chen Yan, get out of the way—"
She screamed desperately ahead, spreading her arms wide, ready to throw him down with her body.
Li Zhanqi's maniacal laughter came from behind.
"Release the arrows!"
A sharp sound rang out. Meng Qingluan saw countless cold glints shoot past her towards the armored figure, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The original text in her mind was constantly being rewritten, rewriting his ending.
A smile appeared on Meng Qingluan's lips.
She was prepared to die, prepared to go home, and prepared to let him live.
She desperately spread her arms to try and block the rain of arrows, but in the next second she was enveloped by a familiar aura.
"Fool…"
Shen Yan embraced her, instantly flipping his body to shield her beneath him. Three black-feathered arrows pierced his shoulder blades, and blood dripped down his armor onto her face.
Meng Qingluan stared at him blankly, tears welling up in her eyes.
She instinctively raised her hand, wanting to wipe the blood off his armor.
"Shen Yan?? You're the fool."
"Shh," Shen Yan raised a hand and covered her eyes, "This time you really have to close your eyes."
“Chen Yan…”
When your beloved is about to die in front of you, the mental picture collapses instantly, and your hope of going home is shattered.
Meng Qingluan was in despair, and she subconsciously murmured Chen Yan's name.
She felt so cold, so very cold.
He was bleeding a lot, but she didn't know what to do.
Meng Qingluan screamed in agony.
"Help! Help him—"
"good."
The young general's blood-stained hand touched the wound on her neck, and suddenly he bit his fingertip and drew a blood-red curse mark on her brow.
"Don't be afraid, you will come home."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan suddenly realized the truth.
He knew his purpose, he knew everything he had done, and he knew he wanted to go home.
But he didn't know that everything he did was to keep him alive.
She desperately searched for a way for him to stay alive, hoping to break the deadlock and return to the world.
He desperately sought a way to kill himself in order to break the deadlock and send himself home.
Meng Qingluan's psychological defenses completely collapsed, her rationality vanished, and she returned to nothingness.
She screamed.
She sobbed softly, crying and pleading, begging him not to die.
Meng Qingluan hastily covered his wound.
Too many wounds, too much blood.
Her efforts to cover the wound were futile; she couldn't stop the blood from flowing freely.
what to do?
Someone please help her.
Chen Yan stopped drawing the incantation between her eyebrows, looked at her with satisfaction, and smiled with relief.
"You must live..." His blood-stained lips touched her trembling eyelashes, "to see the crabapple blossoms."
Forget me.
A blinding golden light exploded from the incantation runes.
Meng Qingluan saw Li Zhanqi's distorted face shatter in the bright light, heard Li Zhanjue's desperate cry of "Attack the city," and finally saw Shen Yan's gentle smile as he fell into darkness.
Shen Yan is dead.
He died once again in this great battle.
This time, he did it willingly.
He no longer clung to finding a way to break the vicious cycle or escape his inevitable death.
The vow made at Baoxiang Temple.
He kept his word.
Forget him.
Just remember that there is a new life ahead.
He only hoped that in her future, a man would appear who loved her even more than he did.
"The patient is awake!"
— End of main text.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com