Qingyan very quietly listened to Murong Jingxuan's words. Lastly, she lifted her head to look towards him, "If it was you, what would you do? Would you also let go of Qilian Qingyan's hand?"
He held Qingyan's hand and replied with a smile, "My situation is different from Weisheng Junmo's. I have a choice, but he didn't. That's why he could only let go of Xianyi Empress's hand, but for me, no matter what happens, " He placed Qingyan's hand up to his heart, "I would never let go of your hand."
Qingyan happily smiled, "In this life, the husband is the boulder, the wife as grass. A boulder doesn't move, and grass is strong as silk.*"
(*TN: This line comes from the poetry tale 'Peacocks Fly Southeast' from an unknown poet during the Han dynasty. The meaning behind it, from the context of the original tale, reads: 'Although we're forced to separate, the love between us is indestructible. For love you have to be like a boulder, to hold your ground an not move, I have to be like pampas grass, strong and unbreakable.' It's a vow the main character from the tale makes to her husband before throwing herself into the water to commit suicide.)
Murong Jingxuan knew that it wasn't easy for a girl like Qingyan to say something like this, thus when he heard these words, his mood greatly improved.
Perhaps the girl before him still has yet to fully open her heart to him, but he knew, this was her showing her trust in him.
And all he could do was to not betray this trust.
The two sat all the way until the latter half of the night. During the latter half of the night, Qingyan could no longer fight off the continued weariness, and fell asleep on Murong Jingxuan's shoulder. As for him, he did what he could to maintain his position so that she could sleep a bit more peacefully.
Regarding Weisheng Junmo, he'd also heard his spies mentioning.
After Qilian Qingyan's death, Weisheng Junmo left Nanchen. But his exact whereabouts, no one knew. However, he knew that half a year after Weisheng Junmo left, a ruthless organization appeared in Jianghu----The Eight Trigram Sect.
The Eight Trigram Sect specialized chivalrous acts in the other three kingdoms, but whenever they target Nanchen, they were always vicious and merciless. It was as if the people of this sect were specifically targeting Nanchen.
Some say that the one behind this organization is Weisheng Junmo.
Some also say that Weisheng Junmo was driven mad by love
rd, she saw Su Qingyuan lying there, and next to her was that man from last night that was suppose to kidnap Su Qingyan.
Ning Siyao slapped the man across the face at once, and the man immediately woke from the shock. Coming to realization, he looked back to Ning Siyao.
Ning Siyao looked to him and berated him in a cold voice, "Get lost!"
The man didn't know why such a thing happened either. Su Qingyan was clearly the one he kidnapped, yet why when he woke, he was lying next Su Qingyuan. But before he could react, a sharp sword was already stabbed into his chest.
He stared at the sharp sword on his chest and slowly collapsed before Ning Siyao.
"My poor daughter! Just what have I done to deserve this!" Ning Siyao leaned over Su Qingyuan's bed and cried loudly. But even so, Su Qingyuan still didn't show signs of waking.
"Yuan'er, my poor Yuan'er!" Ning Siyao cried as she shook Su Qingyuan's body, "What's wrong, why did you become like this?!"
Su Qingyuan finally had a reaction, but when she saw Ning Siyao, she loudly screamed out. Screaming not to touch her, and screaming not to hurt her.
Every one of these words pained her heart, as if it was all being carved onto her body.
"Yuan'er, it's mother, I'm your mother!" Ning Siyao cried as she immediately pulled Su Qingyuan into her arms.
Su Qingyuan seem to have slowly regained her usual demeanor, but her eyes remained empty, empty to the point where no life reflected in her eyes.
Ning Siyao didn't know why she immediately thought of Su Qingyan. She grabbed the pair of scissors by the bed and charged out.
Su Qingyan, I will kill you!