The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"Sixth Uncle, Shi Rong has grown up. In the past, my family did everything they could to protect me. Now, it's my turn to protect my family. Everything will be fine."

Xu Liu lowered his head, raised his hand silently, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, bent his legs, knelt on the ground solemnly, and kowtowed in the direction of Shi Rong.

"Old slave, please retire."

Shi Rong leaned forward and bowed in return.

"Sixth Uncle, take care."

Seeing this reluctant farewell scene, Bian Fei Bofan couldn't bear to look at it and turned his head away, fearing that if he looked at them any longer, they would cry too.

As half-baked mages who had followed their respective masters into seclusion in the mountains to practice Taoism since childhood, they could understand the feelings of Ying's family.

There are a total of five thousand-year-old monsters in the main and secondary tombs under this mountain.

Even if an immortal came down to earth tonight, he might not be able to escape unscathed, let alone Shi Rong who was as powerless as a chicken in front of them?

It is true that we are reluctant to let go, but it is also true that we cannot resist the control of fate.

After Xu Liu and his men retreated, a tall figure as tall as a tree came over, carrying an eye-catching light green jade coffin on his shoulder.

He was wearing a black cashmere coat, a matching suit underneath, a black shirt and a black tie. Even his leather shoes were pure black without any patterns.

The only thing pinned on the left chest was a small hand-woven white flower.

His head was full of neatly styled black short hair, with distinct layers and not a single strand out of place. His eyebrows were sharp as swords, his eyes were downcast, and his pair of clear yet gloomy brown pupils were filled with sorrow and resentment.

He has a straight and wide nose, lips as pink as rose petals, and three-dimensional facial features that are as handsome as if they were carved by a knife. His whole body exudes a cool, leisurely and refreshing aura.

His name is Xie Yixiu, the eldest son of the Xie family in Yucheng. He is 32 years old, 184cm tall and weighs 78kg.

When Shi Rong saw someone coming, she curled her lips and smiled slightly.

"Master Xie Ling's way of appearance is quite unique. This...eh?"

Before he could finish his greeting, the first thing the man did after putting down the jade coffin was to pull Shi Rong over, hold him in his arms and pat him.

Bo Fan and Bian Fei looked at each other and twitched their lips speechlessly. Could this man at least listen to what she said?

He hugged her so fiercely, but he wasn't afraid that the hairpin on Shi Rong's head would hit his handsome and suave face?

Shi Rong, who originally had no intention of hugging him back, caught a glimpse of the woman lying in the coffin from the corner of her sharp eyes. She immediately changed her mind, stretched out her slender arms, and gently stroked the man's straight back.

"Brother, you love her..."

Xie Yixiu laughed silently and miserably, the color on his handsome face vanished in an instant.

"died."

After a pause, Xie Yixiu continued.

"So I hug you and find comfort."

Shi Rong's eyebrows were slightly frowned, her face full of regret. She even closed her eyes as if she felt the same way.

"How could this happen? Why didn't you save her?"

Xie Yixiu shook his head.

"I've tried everything I can, but there's no way I can save him..."

After a while, Xie Yixiu let go of Shi Rong, raised his hand, and with his slender fingertips, lifted the loose hair on her temples and tucked it behind her ears.

"Twenty years ago, when I was 12 years old, I first saw you, but you were only three years old. I was thinking, this little girl is so cute, like a little angel. If I weren't so much older than her, I would have married her."

"Shi Rong, the Xie family fell on hard times, and I'm truly grateful to the Ying family for their assistance. The Xie family originally made their fortune through the humble art of feng shui. This profession may seem high-end, but if it existed in ancient times, it would have had the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with other clans."

"But who still believes this these days? If it weren't for the Ying family's support, the Xie family might have fallen long ago. My grandfather often said that if a person is destined to have a reason to live in this life, then the Xie family has survived to this day only to protect the Ying family."

"I agree with this. After all, it was your grandfather who spent $20 billion each from three different families to buy out the 20 years for Bo Fan, Bian Fei, and me. We were willing to live for you. But when people are proud, they tend to forget where they came from. I don't know what the Bo and Bian families did with that $20 billion."

"Anyway, after the Xie family acquired these two billion dollars, their business reached its peak, even becoming the most powerful family in Yucheng. I originally thought that as long as I could help the Xie family regain its former glory, I would have the freedom to make decisions about marriage. Facts have proven that I was overthinking..."

While Xie Yixiu was saying these words, he had already carried the coffin to a place not far away from Shi Rong's opposite side, half-knelt down, and opened the coffin lid.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman lying inside with deep affection. She was very beautiful but her face was extremely pale. She could never be awakened.

His voice is magnetic and pleasant to the ears, with a hint of obvious hoarseness and sadness.

"When I met Ye Wan (Wan is a polyphonetic character, pronounced guan instead of the third tone, wan) she was 24 years old, a lively, enthusiastic and cheerful kindergarten teacher. She came from an ordinary family, poor, and there was nothing about her worth a second glance."

"But she's really pretty when she smiles, just like you when you were little. I met her when I was helping a friend at a parent-teacher conference at a kindergarten. When I first pursued her, she thought I was just playing around."

"She rejected me for a long time. She said she and I were from different worlds, that we were destined not to be together. She was right, but I didn't believe it. During the six years I was with her, she endured the Xie family's grievances for me every moment. When my grandfather issued a death order against me, I did resist."

"I hid Ye Wan for three years. When I appeared in public, I always maintained the image of being single. Sometimes, I even had to accept the blind dates arranged by my grandfather just to reassure my family."

"I know I'm sorry for Ye Wan, but I have no other choice. I can only do this to protect her. I thought that as long as I could make her pregnant with a descendant of the Xie family, my grandfather would naturally accept her. But I thought too much. When she was diagnosed with pregnancy, my grandfather was anxious. He sent someone to assassinate Ye Wan, just one month ago, the day after I went on a business trip abroad."

"It wasn't until then that I realized that it wasn't me who hid it for the past three years, but that my grandfather had always known about it and was just looking for the right opportunity to strike..."

Xie Yixiu smiled self-deprecatingly. When he said this, his eyes were already red and he couldn't help but shed tears of regret.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have let her go free... Even if I can't get her in the end, it's better than death... It's all my fault..."

After listening to this, Shi Rong let out a long sigh. She frowned hard, then slowly relaxed her brows.

In the end...she had no other choice but to shake out all the rose petals hidden in her sleeves into her palms.