Senior brother is so awesome!

When the two met, Zhu Mingquan seemed flustered, as if blaming something. Qin Yuechan saw this, placed her hand on her left chest, and tears finally streamed down her face!

Could it be that the deep affection between the second senior brother and her was all an act? Did he actually despise himself deep down?

When he coldly rejected her in the military camp, she was heartbroken, but she still secretly told herself that her second senior brother might have had some unavoidable difficulties, or perhaps he was protecting her in a roundabout way. But now it seems that she was just being delusional...

Qin Yuechan lay prone on the edge of the cliff, peering down at the fierce battle raging below, where countless soldiers had died. Tears streamed down her face, disappearing into the wind. Even if she died here, it wouldn't affect anyone...

Her head grew heavier and heavier. If it weren't for the tears streaming down her face, she would have thought she had closed her eyes forever. The howling wind and shouts of battle mingled together in her ears, and a nauseating stench of blood assaulted her senses...

In her dazed state, the ground beneath her suddenly trembled slightly. Perhaps because she was lying prone on it, she felt it with extra sensitivity. Footsteps approached, a jumble of sounds that were not chaotic but rather numerous. Someone behind her called out incredulously, "Cicada?"

The familiar tone made her feel as if she were in another world. She stiffly turned her head and saw her junior brother in military uniform and her third senior brother, Nangong Xu, in brocade robes. Behind them were a dark mass of soldiers, each of them exuding a strong killing intent, which made this cliff, the only one that was not stained with blood, instantly fall into the deepest hell.

The third senior brother stepped forward and picked her up. Qin Yuechan was unwilling, but she was powerless to resist. He could only hold her against his chest, his trembling hands caressing her pale cheeks, his voice also trembling, "What happened? Why are you here while you are sick?"

The junior brother rushed up, grabbed her hand and held it tightly. His clear eyes were filled with tears as he said in a panic, "Junior sister, we've been searching frantically for you since you disappeared. Why didn't you come looking for us?"

Qin Yuechan strained her eyes, looked around at the anxious faces of the two, and then smirked sarcastically, "Have you gone mad? Because of the prophetic poem on that landscape painting?"

Sure enough, the expressions of the third and youngest senior brothers changed, and they wanted to explain something, but she refused to listen to a word. She pushed the third senior brother's arms hard, and her body, which was usually weak, suddenly gained some strength. She managed to push him a few steps away and make him sit on the ground, while she was thrown into the dirt like a rag doll.

The junior brother wanted to step forward, but she made him hesitate when she looked at him with a desperate gaze. The third senior brother quickly stood up, stopping himself from taking the step forward, and said in a very gentle voice, "Chan'er, don't think nonsense!"

Qin Yuechan was too weak to stand up. She stumbled back a few steps towards the cliff behind her. Her beautiful face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She stood frantically and desperately in the wind. Her slender body made people want to hug her and cherish her. But she was like a phantom, as if she would disappear in the next instant. No one dared to go forward, afraid that if they took a step forward, that swaying figure would be gone forever...

Below the cliff, the sounds of battle shook the heavens. The clashing of swords and spears produced a piercing clang, and the dull thud of blades piercing flesh fueled a bloodthirsty madness. People recklessly slaughtered their enemies, leaving the yellow earth stained crimson with blood...

Zhong Zhichen, clad in armor and sitting proudly on his horse, gazed at the carnage of battle with a sinister look. His entire being exuded a deathly aura. However, if one were to stand closer, one would notice that he was tightly clutching a white handkerchief in his hand, which clashed incongruously with his cold iron armor. As the wind, carrying the scent of blood, blew by, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the handkerchief embroidered with the character for cicada in his hand. A sorrowful smile gradually spread across his resolute lips.

Don't blame me. I can never repay my master's kindness in raising me. When I return victorious, I will accept my fate, even if you hate me. As long as I can be with you, my life will not have been in vain...

Suddenly, he sensed something unusual. He looked up and saw a blood-red skirt fluttering on the high cliff of the ancient battlefield, with long, black hair dancing wildly, each strand piercing his eyes!

It's a cicada!

His eyes narrowed sharply, he grabbed the reins, and the BMW screeched as it turned and bolted like lightning! A cloud of dust billowed up...

Meanwhile, a soldier came to report that Zhong Zhichen had suddenly left the battlefield. Zhu Mingquan frowned slightly, and Situ Ze beside him asked in confusion, "What could have made him leave during the war?"

Zhu Mingquan frowned even more and slowly said, "The only one who can touch his heartstrings is his junior sister."

After saying that, he remembered the army that should be lying in ambush on the cliff. He looked up and suddenly his phoenix eyes glared sharply. He lashed the whip in his hand hard on the horse and rushed into the fierce battle crowd like a white light!

Situ Ze and Zhao Yelin were puzzled, but when they came into contact with that splash of blood red on the cliff, they knew they were in trouble! They followed closely behind!

The departure of the two army leaders caused the soldiers to cease their fierce fighting, watching the dust and smoke they had raised...

The wind grew increasingly fierce, yet Qin Yuechan felt no chill. Her steps faltered as she stood on the cliff edge, the gale-force winds blowing up her back almost tangible. Her red dress billowed wildly, dancing in unison with her cascading hair…

She longed to leap off the cliff, ending this journey to another world, to drink the Meng Po soup in hell that erases memories of her past life, and to utterly sever all ties with them and herself from the dust. But it seemed she was waiting for something…

When the three men came into view, passing through the distant army, she finally understood, and a beautiful yet sorrowful bitter smile appeared on her lips...

The six men reunited before her, all stained with blood, their metallic armor adding to their menacing appearance. Yet, the tenderness in their eyes seemed genuine. Normally, Qin Yuechan would have melted into a pool of water… but today, it felt ironic…

Zhong Zhichen abandoned his horse and stepped forward, but his third senior brother stretched out his hand to block his way, saying, "If you don't want to force her to her death, then stand here obediently!"

He was not one to listen to threats, but at this moment, with his gaze urgently fixed on her pale face, he suddenly dared not cross the line. He clenched his fists and shouted at her, "Come here!"

Qin Yuechan sneered, "I've been manipulated by you my whole life, do you think I'd listen to you now?"

Zhong Zhichen was speechless for a moment, his thin lips pressed together like a line, and his sharp, eagle-like eyes were now completely filled with the woman's resolute figure...

Her gaze swept over them one by one, as if it were a final farewell. When it landed on Zhu Mingquan, she paused noticeably, and then a smile appeared on her dry, cracked lips.

"Second Brother, what should we do? My heart is dying from the sadness of your marriage, but I still can't forget you. So, there's only one way: you can live happily ever after, and I can finally be free. How wonderful."

She had snuggled in his arms countless times. If it weren't for this desolate and cold ancient battlefield, if it weren't for this situation, he would definitely have held her in his arms. However, what exactly led them to this point?

Zhu Mingquan stared intently at her with his narrow phoenix eyes. "If you die, I will follow you and we will talk things over in the underworld."

The junior brother was so nervous that tears were about to fall. He hurriedly said, "Junior sister, don't be foolish. As long as you are well, your senior brothers will stop fighting and give up their positions to live in seclusion with you!"

Qin Yuechan seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke, and suddenly burst into laughter. Her parched lips parted, and blood stained the corners of her lips, like a tragic and beautiful flower.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face, and before she could wipe them away, she said wistfully, "With so many scams, who do you think I can still believe? Who can I trust anymore?"

As her gaze fell upon each face, she recalled the carefree days on Mount Sanqing when she first arrived in this other world. Heaven was so unfair. If she had known then that it was all a conspiracy set up three hundred years ago, how could she have willingly given her heart away? How could she have ended up like this?

But if that's true, then she wouldn't have had these nearly four years of happiness since she transmigrated. For a fool, hiding it is truly a form of mercy.

She remembered that her eldest brother was domineering yet tender, her second brother was gentle enough to make her heart flutter, her third brother was as cunning as a snake, and she could be manipulated without even realizing it, her fourth brother was a rascal and unruly, and her fifth brother was always taciturn yet honest and straightforward, and never dared to look her in the eye. Her youngest brother was still a cute little boy back then, and he would take her running all over the mountains and fields...

It's like watching a movie where they are the characters; every scene makes you laugh, but at the same time, it breaks your heart...

The clear, loud cry of a baby rang in my ears, jolting me awake, but the sound faded into the distance, melting away in the wind—it was all a hallucination… That was her last attachment here, her last reluctance to leave. But perhaps never seeing her again was the best protection…

With no more lingering attachment, she slowly closed her eyes and softly said, "If there is an afterlife, it's what you owe me..."

My body, like a tattered kite, floats in the wind, feeling an unprecedented sense of freedom...

In the instant of her rapid descent, she heard their heart-wrenching cries and saw six faces that would forever define her life…

Three hundred years of entanglement brought her a lifetime of heartache. In truth, death was not the best solution, but she was powerless to do anything more, for she was simply too exhausted…

In this alternate world where no name has ever been recorded in history, Yang Shanshan transmigrates into the body of Qin Yuechan. With a stunningly beautiful appearance, she encounters eight exceptionally talented men, becomes pregnant twice, and gives birth to only one child, Anran. In this life, she has the parents she has always dreamed of meeting. However, things don't always go as planned, and she suddenly realizes that what she longs for isn't necessarily good...

She didn't even have time to tell them that her real name was Yang Shanshan, a modern person with an extremely ordinary name and an ordinary soul...

If there is an afterlife, remember to come find me. Even though I may not be as beautiful anymore, you must not despise me. There will be no more conspiracies, no more exploitation, just the seven of us...

They will repay everything they owe me in this life...

---Aside---

The grand finale will be delivered tomorrow!