"Ah——!" Qin Hanlin screamed loudly, her voice like rusted iron. She hadn't drunk water for a long time, and her bloodless lips cracked due to her big movements, oozing blood.

Mo'er ran in from outside, she was also wearing a linen dress. Seeing Qin Hanlin curled up on the ground, she cried and rushed forward to the ground, hugging her trembling body.

"Miss……"

Qin Hanlin slowly turned her head and saw Mo'er's childish face. She forced out a pale and weak smile: "Mo'er, where is your second uncle?"

Mo Er choked up and said, "Miss...Master Qin has passed away."

Qin Hanlin grabbed the chair leg and bit her lips. She widened her eyes and murmured, "Dead? Second uncle is dead?"

After getting Mo'er's affirmative answer, she shook her head violently, dissatisfied with having her bubble-like and empty fantasy shattered.

Isn't Second Uncle still in Qinglong City? How could he die?

"You're lying to me! You're all lying to me!" she cried loudly.

She has been walking on a single-plank bridge all her life, with no one walking side by side with her. She is afraid of the black haze surrounding her below and the thorns in front of her that will mercilessly pierce her.

She had no choice but to wear dresses made of fine fabrics, wear all kinds of exquisite hairpins and hair accessories, keep a decent smile on her face, and recite all kinds of rules and dogmas.

Her life is so fragile and worthless. If she is not careful, she will fall into the endless abyss.

Fortunately, she has her second uncle and Mo'er behind her, giving her a little comfort and warmth as she walks on the treacherous road.

But now her second uncle is dead, she no longer has him, and no one loves her anymore.

Qin Hanlin took a deep breath, her red and swollen eyes were still shedding tears, she was so angry.

She hated Xiahou Jing, who killed her second uncle, and she also oppressed her and forced her to marry someone she didn't love.

She also hated Xiahou Yu, because it was he who forced Xiahou Jing to do so many things.

But she hated herself the most. She had weak hands and no ability or method to change the current situation.

Qin Hanlin was held in Mo'er's arms, her head tucked behind her knees, and a heavy cry of pain came from her throat.

"Miss, please take care of yourself. My master loved you so much when he was alive. He would definitely not want to see you sad." Mo'er sobbed and comforted you.

Qin Hanlin raised his head, his red eyes could no longer shed tears, and his cheeks were full of tear marks.

She looked at Mo'er, with coldness, hatred, and sadness intertwined in her eyes. She felt like she was about to go crazy.

Mo'er grabbed her hand and looked at her worriedly with misty eyes.

Qin Hanlin would give her a soothing smile, and she would hold her hand back, with their two cold bodies pressed close together.

Mo'er, I won't go crazy, I still want revenge. She cried out in pain in her heart.

The next day—

Inside Xiahou Mansion, a group of people were eating happily.

The servant at the door received a letter from Qinglong City via carrier pigeon and ran in immediately.

"Lord Xiahou, the letter." He handed it over.

Xiahou Yu took it, glanced at the handwriting, and raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He looked through the letter and realized something was wrong after just a few glances.

Xia Nian observed his facial expression and felt vaguely uneasy.

Until he saw the last sentence: Your uncle died of illness, he could no longer hold it in, stood up, and said only: "You eat first," and went back to the study.

"What's wrong with Master Xiahou?" Tao Tao looked at Xia Nian, "His expression seems to be very wrong."

Xia Nian nodded, she was also a little worried, "I'll go take a look."

Meng Yin looked at her anxious back and said, "Nian Nian's feelings for Xia Hou Yu have exceeded her expectations."

Gu Ling turned her face and said, "Ayin, what about you to me?"

Meng Yin clicked her lips and teased him deliberately: "Not even one thousandth of what you do to me!"

Gu Ling was stunned for a moment. It was not even one thousandth of his... but that was also a lot. He was satisfied.

"Xiahou Yu, I'm coming in?" Xia Nian gently pushed the door open. Xiahou Yu had his back to her, his hands on the table, and his tied black hair hung weakly on his shoulders.

She immediately realized something was wrong and stepped forward to ask, "What happened?"

Xiahou Yu turned around, his eyes were black and white, and no emotion could be seen: "A Nian, my uncle passed away."

Xia Nian's heart trembled. His uncle must be Xia Hou Jing's husband.

"He died of illness. As far as I can remember, he was in poor health. I didn't expect that he would pass away at the age of only forty." Xiahou Yu lowered his head.

Xia Nian stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Then do you want to go back to mourn?"

Xiahou Yu nodded, with a hint of sadness and anger in his tone: "He really has feelings for Xiahou Jing. She has ignored him for more than ten years, and her health has been getting worse. I didn't expect..."

He pulled Xia Nian to sit on the couch and suddenly grinned, scaring Xia Nian so much that she thought he had lost his mind due to excessive grief.

"He was weak, had been taking medicine all year round, and was oppressed by Xiahou Jing. Now that he is gone, it is a good thing for him."

Xia Nian pursed her lips. Xia Houyu's reaction was different from what she expected. Perhaps it was because he was used to life and death, or perhaps he was really happy that his uncle was freed.

She was in an orphanage when she had no memories, and later when Meng Yin was poisoned, she experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

She couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if she left and he thought she was dead?

Xia Nian pulled herself back into her thoughts, patted Xia Houyu's back, and said softly, "I hope he can find someone who truly loves him in his next life."

Xiahou Yu leaned on her shoulder and said, "Anian, I may have to go back to Qinglong City for a few days. I will let Qi Sheng stay to protect you. You wait for me to come back."

Xia Nian nodded and said, "Well, okay."

Outside, Ah Shuo's letter has arrived, and the plan has been implemented perfectly.

"How are you going to deal with those two people?" Xu Zheng asked.

"Give them poisoned wine." Pei Xuanxi said, "From what they said, it seems that Old Han has something that can bewitch people, but they did it. If they didn't give Old Han a chance, they wouldn't be used as pawns."

Meng Yin nodded in agreement: "I agree. Do they know that the sect has been destroyed?"

Gu Ling nodded: "I have sent someone to tell them."

In the dungeon, Nan Yi was beaten to death for speaking wildly. Nan Fengyu's shoulder was simply bandaged, and she lay in Nan Fengjun's arms, breathing weakly.

Outside the door, a man in black brought in two cups of poisoned wine on a square plate.

Looking at the things on the ground, Nan Fengjun suddenly sneered. He lowered his head and said to Nan Fengyu gently: "Sister, we are going to die together."

Tears rolled down Nan Fengyu's eyes, her sect was destroyed and she no longer had any worries. It was a pity that her Nan family was wiped out from this continent because of their momentary thought.

Nan Fengjun helped her up, let her lean against the wall, and went to get the two glasses of wine.

"Sister." He smiled and sat down next to Nan Fengyu. The entire gloomy dungeon became a little brighter because of his smile.

"I heard from others that we have to drink the wedding wine on the wedding night." He picked up the cup, his expression became lonely, "It's a pity that I can't marry my sister openly in this life."

Nan Fengyu was already in tears. She took over the conversation: "Ajun, we are going on the road together. In the next life, you must remember me."

Nan Fengjun reached out his hand and stroked her cheek. He said firmly, "I must remember... whoever Sister is to me, she will become my wife."

He raised his glass, his eyes filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy: "Sister, let's go to the Heheqin Bar. In the next life, I will never let you down."

With his help, Nan Fengyu raised her hand, and their arms intertwined. They used poison instead of wine, and from then on they became a desperate couple.

Blood flowed out of Nanfengjun's mouth. He suppressed the pain in his internal organs and hugged Nanfengyu tightly. The two fell to the ground and looked at each other.

Before he died, blood flowed from the corners of Nan Fengjun's lips, and he murmured, "Don't be afraid, sister. I'll hold your hand, and we won't get lost."

He held Nan Fengyu's hand tightly, but she had died just now due to her injuries.

Nan Fengjun moved closer and kissed her cold, bloody lips.

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