Tragic death on wedding night, replacement doctor concubine reborn to kill the whole family

Jian Wu's face turned pale instantly. He looked at Rong Xun with his brows furrowed slightly. Sure enough, Lord Rong saw through everything.

But he seemed unable to see himself clearly.

“Lord Rong is different from me,” Jian Wu said with certainty.

Rong Xun was both amused and exasperated. "How are they different? They're both just things we can't have."

"No, Lord Rong is different from me. The Empress Dowager treats Lord Rong very well, and the Emperor Emeritus has tacitly approved of everything, while I have always been the superfluous one."

hehe--

In this love triangle, wasn't he also the superfluous one?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Cangyun Kingdom, Lao Chen Mountain.

"Brother Rong, Brother Rong—" Su Yun shouted, but she could not wake up.

"Yun'er, Yun'er, don't be afraid!" Xiao Lusheng rushed to Su Yun's side, holding her hand tightly, trying to wake her up. "Yun'er, wake up quickly, we should be back!"

Xie Yun Chu and Xiao Yao also woke up, but the dimly lit place was so cold that it made them shiver.

They had no idea where they were and could only find their way by following the voices of their father and mother.

"Where exactly is this place?" Xie Yun Chu asked, grabbing Xiao Yao's hand in the dark.

"I don't know, but I think I just heard Brother Chen's voice."

Just then, they heard some rustling footsteps and Xiao Chen calling their names. They were inside, while their brother Chen was outside.

A short while later, an explosion was heard.

The sound of the explosion was followed by torchlight illuminating their location.

When Xiao Yao and Xie Yun Chu saw Xiao Chen, they trembled with excitement. Xiao Yao ran over to him, crying, "Royal brother, royal brother..."

"Yao'er, you're still alive, you're really still alive."

"Yes, we are all alive, but Mother and Uncle Rong have not yet woken up."

It was at this moment that Xiao Yao and the others realized that this place was an ice storage cellar.

Xiao Chen gestured for the guards behind him to stand guard at the door. He strode up to Xiao Lusheng and Su Yun, saying, "Father, Mother, I am late."

"No, everything is just right."

As he spoke, Xiao Lusheng turned his head to look at Rong Xun, who was lying on the ice bed. His face was deathly pale, and he looked as if he was about to pass away.

But his chest was rising and falling; he was still breathing.

Look to the side.

Chen Qingshan, Jian Wu, and Zhang Zhao are all dead.

This scene was exactly the same as what he had seen in the Black Spring of that world.

"Carry your Uncle Rong upstairs; he can't stay here any longer!"

"Yes."

Immediately, Xiao Lusheng picked up the sleeping Su Yun, while Xie Yunchu and Xiao Chen carried Rong Xun on their backs, and together they walked out of the ice cellar.

After leaving the ice cellar, they found themselves in a dilapidated thatched hut.

The place they emerged from was the very same ink painting that Chen Qingshan had taken out years ago.

Xiao Chen said, "Your son has been searching for you all these years, but I never imagined that Chen Qingshan could transfer you directly to his lair's cellar within the formation."

"It was through this painting that I was able to set up a magic array on Old Chen Mountain and get in touch with Uncle Rong."

It must be said that Chen Qingshan's Taoist magic is so unpredictable that he truly deserves to be called one of the top masters in the Cangyun Kingdom.

The group looked at the thatched hut. Although it was dilapidated, candlesticks were placed everywhere according to the gates of life. On the ground, especially the ink painting, was placed at the core of the Yin-Yang Bagua formation.

"Thank goodness we're finally back." Xiao Yao sighed with relief, but she was still very worried when she saw that her mother and Uncle Rong were still unconscious.

Xiao Chen quickly checked Su Yun and Rong Xun's pulses.

As he examined her, he unconsciously frowned, then looked at Xiao Lusheng and said, "Father, Mother is fine for now, but Uncle Rong is weak. We should hurry back to the Imperial Observatory. The formation there is special and might be able to save Uncle Rong's life."

Xiao Chen used a method that might save Uncle Rong's life.

Xiao Yao looked at Rong Xun, then glanced at her father and Xie Yun Chu. Sure enough, did Uncle Rong really want to stay in that world?

Xiao Lusheng took a deep breath, looking at Yun'er in his arms with her fair and rosy complexion. Thinking of the torment they had suffered in that illusion, he wished he could whip Chen Qingshan's corpse!

"Even if that old Taoist Chen is dead, he should be ground to ashes!"

Xiao Chen was taken aback, then looked at General Zhao Lei behind him. General Zhao Lei clasped his hands in a fist salute, "This subordinate will take care of it immediately."

As he spoke, Zhao Lei beckoned and called several guards down into the cellar together.

Xiao Lusheng then picked up Su Yun and said, "Return to the palace immediately."

"Yes."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A group of people in two horse-drawn carriages.

Xiao Lusheng and Su Yun rode in one carriage.

Xie Yun Chu, Xiao Yao, Rong Xun, and Xiao Chen were in one car.

Looking at Xiao Chen's somewhat composed face, Xiao Yao couldn't help but sigh, "Brother, how long has it been since Xiao Nuomi and the others were born?"

Xiao Chen simply said, "It's been almost five years."

Almost five years?

Just as Uncle Rong analyzed, in that world, one season equals one year in Cangyun Kingdom.

Xiao Yao lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the yellow leaves covering the mountains. She couldn't help but sigh, "Will they be five years old by the twelfth lunar month?"

Xiao Chen nodded, then looked at them and asked, "What exactly did you go through?"

If they were merely asleep, he wouldn't have been able to sense those joyful moments when Uncle Rong contacted him.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath. "It's a long story."

Xiao Chen: "..."

"Yun Chu, you should talk to your brother." Xiao Yao said, leaning on Xie Yun Chu's shoulder, looking exhausted.

Xie Yun Chu smiled slightly, took Xiao Yao's hand, and then looked at Xiao Chen, telling him roughly about what happened in that world.

Of course, he didn't mention the matter between Jian Wu and Yao'er, or the matter between his mother and Uncle Rong!

"That's quite an achievement!" Xiao Chen couldn't help but exclaim.

“Uncle Rong once said that Master Chen’s Taoist skills were not low. If he hadn’t been troubled by love back then, the position of Director of the Imperial Observatory might not have been held by Uncle Rong.”

Xiao Chen pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

It can only be said that both disciples taught by the patriarch were people who were troubled by love and went crazy for love!

Xiao Yao suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Chen. "There's something Yun Chu didn't tell you, but I think I should tell you."

"what?"

Xie Yun Chu froze, looking at Xiao Yao, wondering if he really had to say it.

Xiao Yao opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Xiao Chen preemptively asked, "Are you talking about Mother, Father, and Uncle Rong?"

Xiao Yao was so shocked that her mouth dropped open. "You, how did you know?"

"In the painting left by Chen Qingshan, I witnessed Chen Qingshan's death and also saw—" I saw that Jian Wu and Xiao Yao had been together.

After a pause, Xiao Chen said, "You don't need to say anything more. This is a matter between Father, Mother, and Uncle Rong. It's not appropriate for us to say more or interfere."

Looking at her elder brother's calm and knowing expression, Xiao Yao suddenly realized that he really did resemble her uncle Rong in some ways...