C802 802 Self-severed Muscle Meridians

"Yan Yuan, listen to me, don't be sad for the little girl, she definitely won't want to see you like this."

He looked at Yan Yuan calmly and propped himself up from the ground.

Yan Yuan looked at him and laughed bitterly twice. He threw the sword in his hand onto the ground and said, "That's right, she doesn't want to see me do this, so he selfishly forced me to live on …"

Yan Yuan, live well …

In his dreams, her desolate voice continuously resounded in his ears.

He had listened to her words and lived a good life. As for how he lived and whether he could live a good life, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to force him.

Liu Qian Xun looked at Yan Yuan, and in his mind, he thought back to the girl that he had thought of when he was young, and every night, he would dream about her.

In his entire life, he had only lived for the sake of taking revenge for her. After going back and forth a hundred times, he had still fulfilled his promise to her in the end.

"Yu'er …"

He lowered his eyes and two streams of clear tears rolled down his aged eyes. In the end, they became calm.

At this time, other than Yan Yuan, everyone was staring at Liu Qian Xun with their guards up, waiting for him to make a move, so that they could charge at him.

However, after a while, he slowly fell backwards. His eyes, nose, and mouth were all covered in blood.

Everyone was startled, some of them quickly went to take a look, only to see that Liu Qian Xun had stopped breathing.

"Prince, he's dead."

He had died by severing his own meridians!

Standing at the side, Vice General Zhang silently sighed.

Just how much hatred did he have for himself that he would use such a tormenting method to kill himself?

When Yan Yuan regained his senses, the grief on his face had already been replaced by coldness. He looked at Liu Qian Xun who was on the ground, and after a long while, he said.

If Qing Er was still alive, she didn't want the old man who raised her to die a graveless death.

"Yes."

When Yan Yuan walked back, he saw Mo Rong Tian, who was being escorted by a soldier in the distance. His footsteps paused, and the two quietly looked at each other.

Seeing Liu Qian Xun die in front of him, Mo Rong Tian's reaction wasn't too big, as if he had already expected that Liu Qian Xun would do this.

He looked at Yan Yuan for a long time before finally speaking, "I want to talk to you for a bit."

Yan Yuan looked at him coldly and nodded, "Let him in."

"Your Highness, although this person has been defeated, his kung fu is extremely high. You must not lower your guard."

Vice General Zhang saw that Yan Yuan had agreed to fight Mo Rong Tian alone, and was a little worried.

Yan Yuan stopped, looked at Mo Rong Tian, and then looked at Vice General Zhang, "If he wants to escape, can you guys hold him?"

Vice General Zhang was startled, he looked at the soldiers holding Mo Rong Tian on both sides, and his face flushed red.

If he wanted to escape, how could these few soldiers stop him?

"Let him in."

After saying this, he stepped into the tent.

After a moment, Mo Rong Tian followed him into the tent. Looking at Yan Yuan, his expression was dark and gloomy, "Long time no see, I did not expect you to become like this."

On Yan Yuan's face, there wasn't the slightest bit of emotion, nor was he willing to discuss his own private matters with Mo Rong Tian, and only said: "You once risked your life to save Qing Er, so I gave you a chance to negotiate conditions with me, and that's all."

It means that in my private matters, you shouldn't even think of putting your beak on it.

"Say it, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Indeed, Mo Rong Tian did not continue to mention Liu Ruo Qing, but said: "I want to see Yan Shuo."

Yan Yuan's movements paused, he raised her head to look at him, but did not ask anything, and directly nodded her head, "Alright."

"And …"

Mo Rong Tian pursed his lips, looked at the soldiers who had already surrendered, and said: "Those soldiers, are all pitiful people who cannot eat their fill, and only followed me down the road to fight for a meal. If possible, please release them.

Hearing that, Yan Yuan raised his eyes to look at him again. After muttering to himself for a moment, he said: "You go discuss how to punish those people with Kaiser."

Mo Rong Tian looked at him for a moment, then opened her mouth, said a word of "sorrow" and left the tent. She did not see Yan Yuan's stiff body, which was trembling slightly.

The soldiers that Yan Yuan had brought with him had only stayed in Prefecture City for seven days before leaving camp and returning back to the capital.

Mo Rong Tian was very cooperative, when the prison cart returned to the capital, he did not resist at all.

On the way, he saw a man standing on a distant hill, looking in his direction.

A light green dress fluttered in the wind. The two of them looked at each other for a long time. In the end, he didn't say anything and only revealed a faint smile towards that person.

It wouldn't be too bad if he could see her again.

Mo Rong Tian lowered his eyes and a naughty voice resounded in his mind, shouting out to Little White.

They knew each other too late. Their identities meant that they shouldn't have known each other.

Only when the carriage got further and further away did Meng Hui recover from her shock. When she regained her senses, she realised that her eyes were sore, perhaps because she had been staring at the man for such a long time, or perhaps because of some other reason.

She did not investigate further, but said to the few people behind her, "Let's go back to the capital."

The news of King Jing's victory over the Mo family had reached the capital a few days ago. Along the way, the citizens cheered and praised the King Jing's brilliance and prowess.

However, Yan Yuan could only hear that those people were glad that Liu Ruo Qing died early, so he did not confuse the Prince Jing for long.

No one spoke a word for his Qing Er, they shouted for him to be innocent, and when Yan Yuan heard it, he felt pain in his heart.

This King Jing's wise godly warrior had used his loved one's life in exchange.

He laughed sarcastically. He had told her that he wouldn't let her down for the sake of the people of the world, but he still let her down in the end.

There was a fishy taste in his mouth, and a red color slowly seeped out. His originally bloodless lips were dyed a little red.

He forcefully swallowed the smell of blood back down his throat. He used his finger to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth.

The gates of the Jindu were wide open at this moment. The Kaiser stood there with a group of officials to welcome him, and on both sides, it was crowded with citizens who were cheering for his triumphant return.

However, when they saw the people who sat on the horses and wore military uniforms with a head full of silver hair, they were all stunned.

"He … Is he a Prince Jing? How to... Why is my hair all white? "

Someone discussed in a low voice. Seeing the Prince Jing at this moment, who should be in high spirits and receive the welcome from the common people, only darkness and loneliness were revealed in his eyes. It made them feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Finally, someone sighed softly and said, "It's probably because they couldn't accept the fact that the Crown Princess Jing died."

When these words were said, the commoners finally thought of the beautiful woman whom the Kaiser had personally protected under the scorching sun when he swept across the streets to punish them.

Inside Jindu, there were trash cans lined on both sides, and it was set up for someone else.