Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

“He didn’t disappear, he wasn’t trapped, he didn’t die,” Youyi said slowly, each word like a knife to the heart. “He abandoned me, abandoned Jingcheng, abandoned everything from the past, and went to live in seclusion in the mountains with the one he loved.”

Zhan Miao felt a pang of sadness and her eyes welled up with tears.

She had seen too many conspiracies and schemes, too many betrayals and plots, and too many people who would stop at nothing to gain power and position. But this kind of pure and deeply hurtful emotional wound was all the more heartbreaking.

Lin Yiwan sighed softly, "The word 'love' in this world is the most unpredictable. Since he has made his choice, his mind is made up. Princess, please don't make things too difficult for yourself."

"I know." Youyi barely managed to calm herself down, raising her hand to gently wipe away the barely visible tears from the corners of her eyes.

When he looked up again, he appeared calm, but beneath that calmness lay an undeniable weariness: "I came today to tell you about this matter."

“We originally headed to Jingcheng to search for his whereabouts. Now that he has left, Jingcheng is leaderless and will inevitably descend into chaos. I fear that some forces will take advantage of the situation and seize power. I must take Ziyu back to oversee things!”

Youyi looked at Zhan Miao and Lin Yiwan, her tone solemn: "You have just escaped death from the plague and your bodies have not yet fully recovered. Now the future is uncertain, and Jingcheng has become a den of dragons and tigers. I, I advise you, why don't you turn back now, go back to the Marquis's residence first, and then make a more careful plan."

"go back?"

Zhan Miao gently shook his head, and a resolute look gradually appeared on his originally pale face.

She looked up at the continuous, cold rain outside, her voice soft yet unusually firm:

"We can't go back."

“Princess, you know. This epidemic is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.”

“Those people, using Su Ningshuang’s name, secretly poisoned me, taking my life and the lives of innocent villagers. They lurk in the shadows, watching me like hawks. I will not be at peace until they are eliminated, the Zhan family will not be at peace until they are eliminated, and the people of this world may also fall victim to their poison at any time.”

“My father said that diseases can be cured, but the poison in people’s hearts must be eradicated.”

"If I back down now, wouldn't that be playing right into their hands? They'll only become more unscrupulous, thinking that I, Zhan Miao, am easy to bully, and that the Zhan family is easy to bully."

Youyi was taken aback, looking at the girl in front of her who had just recovered from a serious illness but whose eyes were sharp.

The once slightly naive and needing constant protection of the eldest daughter of the Marquis's family has quietly matured after experiencing a brush with death.

Lin Yiwan held her daughter's hand, feeling a warm yet firm strength emanating from her fingertips.

She looked at Youyi, her tone calm but undeniable: "We appreciate Youyi's concern for us. But Miao'er is right, we must go to Jingcheng."

"I am a doctor, and I cannot bear to see innocent people die unjustly."

“I am a mother, and I cannot stand that anyone will try to harm my daughter again and again.”

"As a member of the Zhan family, I cannot turn back in times of crisis."

"Lord Mo has his choices, and we have our own path."

Yu-yi stared at the mother and daughter before her, speechless for a moment.

One was gentle and calm, yet more resilient than anyone else in crucial moments; the other was young and frail, yet after facing life and death, she developed courage no less than that of any man.

They had no powerful outsiders, no unfathomable backers, and had just crawled back from the brink of death.

But the determination in their eyes, the courage to rather die than surrender, is more moving than any elite soldier.

After a long silence, Youyi slowly spoke: "Are you... really not afraid? Jingcheng is already in chaos, and now with various forces vying for territory, every step will be fraught with danger. Your journey there will be like walking through a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire."

Zhan Miao nodded frankly: "Of course I'm afraid. I'm afraid of getting infected with the disease again, afraid of hurting my mother again, and afraid that those evil people will use insidious means to scheme against us again."

She paused, her eyes becoming even clearer:

"But more than fear, I want to personally expose those people's masks, to seek justice for those who died from the epidemic, and to ensure that my father and my Zhan family are no longer secretly plotted against and arbitrarily bullied."

"Lord Mo could abandon the world for a woman."

"I, Zhan Miao, cannot abandon morality and flee for my own safety."

Youyi stared at her blankly, and a taut string in her heart suddenly trembled slightly.

She always believed that love was everything in the world.

For that person, she could put aside her pride, her status, and everything else to pursue him.

In the end, all he got was a body full of scars.

But the girl in front of me saw something more important than love and romance: responsibility, morality, protection, and bottom line.

Suddenly, she understood something.

Lord Mo chose to retire into seclusion; it was his way.

Zhan Miao chose to move forward; that was her path.

And she herself, trapped in unrequited love and wallowing in self-pity, whose path is that?

The oil lamp crackled and popped, releasing a burst of flame.

The dim light illuminated Youyi's gradually relieved face.

She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her voice no longer carried the bitterness and sadness of before, but only a calm and firm tone.

"it is good."

"If you want to go to Jingcheng, I won't stop you."

"Not only will I not stop you, I will also go with you."

Zhan Miao was startled: "Sister? You..."

“I am a princess.” Youyi straightened her back, and her eyes regained their light.

"Even without romantic love, I still bear the responsibilities of a princess. The people of Jingcheng are innocent and should not be plunged into misery just because Lord Mo has left."

“Su Ningshuang’s former subordinates have committed numerous evils, spreading disease and harming living beings. I cannot turn a blind eye to this.”

"My son should be the heir to Jingcheng, and I must provide him with a safe haven!"

Zhan Miao subconsciously grasped her hand and solemnly said, "Sister Youyi, let's all support Ziyu!"

Lin Yi-wan's eyes were also filled with determination: "We are a family, and we should support each other!"

Youyi finally let her tears fall, which she had been holding back. She threw herself into Lin Yiwan's arms and cried, "Auntie Wan, I'm so sad. Why did Mo Lingyue abandon me?"

Lin Yiwan was filled with heartache. She never expected that the man could be so cruel and heartless after his heart had changed.

Zhan Yan also regretted that he had misjudged the situation!

When the young boy Mo Ziyu learned of the changes in his family, it was as if he had suddenly grown up overnight.

The rain stopped the next day, and as dawn broke, the group packed up and headed straight for Jingcheng.

The carriage bumped along the way, but no one had the leisure to lament the dangers ahead.

Youyi had cried during the night. Although there were still faint red marks under her eyes, her expression was much calmer. However, when she occasionally looked out the window, her fingertips would unconsciously clench.

Zhan Miao stayed by her side quietly, offering no more words of comfort.

Some pain cannot be soothed by a few words. Only by accompanying her and walking forward together, widening the road ahead, can her heart gradually find peace.

Lin Yiwan tirelessly cared for Zhan Miao's health, serving her medicine, snacks, and calming incense in turn, fearing that her daughter's old illness might relapse.