Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yan Chuan and Meng Wenruo were quietly waiting outside the house!
Yan Chuan's heart was touched by this sorrowful melody.
"Ding!"
The last note of the zither ended and the surroundings became silent.
The birds circling in the sky were still reluctant to leave and flew away after circling for a while.
In the courtyard, a beautiful woman wearing a white veil with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a mature charm. Her hands were on the zither strings as she looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Sigh!"
A soft sigh fell into Yan Chuan's ears, causing his heart to feel heavy.
"Young Miss, Teacher Meng Wenruo, Sage Da Zhen is here!" A Confucian cultivator shouted into the house.
The report made Meng Rongrong's expression change. She looked slightly flustered.
"Young Miss?" The Confucian cultivator outside the house called out.
Only then did Meng Rongrong come to her senses.
"Let them in!" Meng Rongrong bit her lips and said.
"Yes!"
"This way please!" The Confucian cultivator led the way.
Yan Chuan and Meng Wenruo slowly walked into the hall.
Meng Rongrong was already in the hall.
Meng Rongrong clenched her fists tightly and avoided looking at Yan Chuan. Instead, she looked at Meng Wenruo.
"Big brother, why are you here?" Meng Rongrong asked.
Yan Chuan looked at Meng Rongrong and saw that Meng Rongrong's body was tense. He frowned and sighed in his heart.
"This is the place where father died. I naturally have to pay my respects. Little sister, I heard that someone came to find trouble with you?" Meng Wenruo asked.
"I already sent them away, but I left them alive to lure out the mastermind!" Meng Rongrong said.
"Mastermind?" Meng Wenruo's eyes turned cold.
From Meng Rongrong's tone, it wasn't difficult for Meng Wenruo to hear that someone was targeting Meng Rongrong. Her father was dead and she only had this little sister left. Who would dare to target her?
"Little sister, leave this matter to me. I want to see who is so bold to target my little sister!" Meng Wenruo's eyes were cold.
"En!" Meng Rongrong nodded.
Although Meng Rongrong felt that she could handle this matter on her own, since her brother had spoken up for her, Meng Rongrong also accepted this sibling relationship.
"Rongrong, this is the emperor!" Meng Wenruo said to Meng Rongrong.
Obviously, Meng Rongrong didn't look Yan Chuan in the eye from the beginning, which put Meng Wenruo in a difficult position. She wanted to ease the tension.
Meng Rongrong frowned and looked at Yan Chuan.
"Little sister!" Meng Wenruo said anxiously.
"Big brother, you go and pay respects to father. I have something to talk to Yan Chuan!" Meng Rongrong bit her lips.
"Eh?" Meng Wenruo was stunned.
Obviously, other than Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong, no one else knew about what happened in the Light World.
"Go!" Yan Chuan said to Meng Wenruo.
Meng Wenruo looked at Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong blankly. She suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the tone of their conversation. It seemed that there was something.
"Your Majesty, little sister is young and ignorant. I hope Your Majesty won't take offense if there's anything she doesn't do!" Meng Wenruo said respectfully.
"Go. Don't worry, nothing will happen!" Yan Chuan nodded and smiled bitterly.
Meng Wenruo nodded blankly.
Meng Wenruo stepped out of the hall.
"Bang!"
The door of the hall closed with a loud bang.
Meng Wenruo looked at the door of the hall in a daze. Even with Meng Wenruo's superior intelligence, she couldn't see through the strange scene in front of her.
Shaking her head, Meng Wenruo ignored it and flew to Feng Yinyang.
"Lord Feng, please point to the place where my father was killed by Li Canghai!" Meng Wenruo said solemnly.
"Okay!" Feng Yinyang nodded.
Soon, the two came to the place where Meng Ziqiu was besieged.
"It's here!" Feng Yinyang said.
Not far away, there was a snow valley.
In the snow valley, there was an incense table. Meng Ziqiu's memorial tablet was placed on the incense table.
In front of the memorial tablet, there was a woman in red. She was in the middle of worshipping.
"Sanniang? Why are you here? "Meng Wenruo flew over in surprise.
Feng Yinyang also recognized the woman in red at a glance.
Su Sanniang, Meng Wenruo's wife.
Seeing the couple together, Feng Yinyang stepped back and didn't go forward.
Su Sanniang, Meng Ziqiu's disciple, and Meng Wenruo's childhood sweetheart. On the day of their wedding, she was kidnapped by Daoist Lord You Yue from the Dazhao Holy Ground and became his wife in his previous life. Later, under Yan Chuan's arrangement, Meng Wenruo and Su Sanniang reconciled.
Su Sanniang's incense was on the table. Meng Wenruo landed beside her.
"Sanniang, why are you here?" Meng Wenruo asked gently.
"Hmph!" Su Sanniang turned her head, her eyes red.
"Sanniang, don't cry. What's wrong?" Meng Wenruo shouted.
"Meng Ziqiu is your father, and also my master. I was raised by my master since I was young. I can't live under the same sky as him, but you didn't bring me!" Su Sanniang said, feeling wronged.
"Uh, this trip to the Southern Divine Continent is very dangerous, so I …!" Meng Wenruo said awkwardly.
"You didn't bring me, so I asked my sister to bring me. I must see Li Canghai die, I must!" Su Sanniang said stubbornly with red eyes.
Meng Wenruo smiled bitterly and sighed. "Okay, it's my fault. When I kill Li Canghai, I will let you be by my side!"
"Okay!" Su Sanniang's anger dissipated.
Su Sanniang lit another incense stick and handed it to Meng Wenruo.
Meng Wenruo nodded and lit an incense stick for her father.
The husband and wife hugged each other and looked at the memorial tablet, their faces full of sadness.
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In the main hall of the Plum Ridge residence.
Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong sat facing each other. A pot of tea was placed on the table.
Meng Rongrong looked down at her teacup, her fingers sliding slowly along the rim of the teacup. She frowned, not knowing what to say.
What happened in the past was still vivid in her mind.
As for Yan Chuan, he looked at Meng Rongrong with guilt and pity in his eyes.
The two of them were silent for a while, neither of them speaking.
Yan Chuan drank the tea in his cup.
"Rongrong, have you opened the box that I asked Dongfang Zhengpai to give you?" Yan Chuan asked.
Meng Rongrong bit her lip and did not speak.
Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.
"I didn't mean to do what happened in the past. It's been hard on you all these years!" Yan Chuan sighed.
Meng Rongrong felt a lump in her throat. She looked up at Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan's heart ached when he saw Meng Rongrong's slightly moist eyes.
Things should not have happened like this.
"Yan Chuan, let me ask you, have you ever liked me?" Meng Rongrong's eyes flashed with determination.
Yan Chuan looked at Meng Rongrong's serious eyes and suddenly felt something.
"Yes!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Back in the Julu Academy, Meng Rongrong secretly ran around for Yan Chuan. Although most people did not know, Yan Chuan was very clear. Although he did not say it, Yan Chuan was still very touched.
Originally, everything could have developed slowly, but the matter of the Light World going out of control happened.
Meng Rongrong heard Yan Chuan's words, but her heart seemed to have calmed down.
Meng Rongrong bit her lip, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll be your Empress!"
Empress? Yan Chuan showed a look of surprise.
It was not that Yan Chuan did not want to, but Yan Chuan understood Meng Rongrong's character. A woman who was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, such words should not come out of Meng Rongrong's mouth.
However, since she said it today, Yan Chuan instantly understood. Only when she loved someone deeply would she put down all her dignity.
"Good, good!" Yan Chuan was extremely touched.
"I only have one husband, and my husband must only have one wife. I'll be your Empress and give birth to your children. I can do any of your requests, but I only ask that you only have one wife, me!" Meng Rongrong said with red eyes.
Yan Chuan immediately looked at Meng Rongrong and frowned deeply.
"I secretly went to Yan Jing and saw Zi Zi. She's still a virgin. You two are only together in name!" Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan expectantly.
At this moment, Yan Chuan only had bitterness in his eyes.
A woman who was deeply in love with him was confessing to him. He wanted to say yes, but his heart was tormented.
At this moment, Yan Chuan suddenly felt extremely guilty. He felt that he was too much of a jerk when it came to relationships.
However, to ask Yan Chuan to give up on Zi Zi? Give up on Mo Yu Xi? Give up on his 80th wife, Zhao Afang?
Yan Chuan looked up and smiled bitterly. His heart was burning!
Meng Rongrong saw Yan Chuan's expression and immediately understood Yan Chuan's thoughts. Pain and despair flashed across her eyes.
"I understand. You don't like me. You only like yourself. Get out. Get out. I don't want to see you anymore! "Meng Rongrong suddenly cried.
"Rongrong!" Yan Chuan said gently.
"Get out!" Meng Rongrong said sadly with tears in her eyes.
Yan Chuan also felt suffocated. He looked at Meng Rongrong with pity and didn't know what to say.
"Get out!" Meng Rongrong cried.
Yan Chuan closed his eyes and walked to the door sadly. At this moment, Yan Chuan really wanted to divide himself into several parts.
He opened the door of the hall. Yan Chuan stepped out of the hall with a heavy heart.
"Bang!"
The door of the hall slammed shut.
Meng Rongrong took out a jade box and hugged it, crying for a long time.
The jade box was the one that Yan Chuan asked Dongfang Zhengpai to give to Meng Rongrong.
The jade box was intact. The seal on it was undamaged. Obviously, it had never been opened.
After crying for a long time, Meng Rongrong looked at the jade box. She grabbed the jade box and wanted to smash it. However, after smashing half of it, she couldn't resist. She gently undid the seal and opened the jade box for the first time.
The jade box was opened. There was nothing too luxurious inside. There was only a small piece of paper with some words written on it.
As she cried, Meng Rongrong read it. She saw the words written on it:
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The reeds are green, the white dew is frost. The so-called lover is on the other side of the water. Tracing the reeds, the road is long and obstructive. Tracing the reeds, I'm in the middle of the water.
The reeds are luxuriant, the white dew is not yet clear. The so-called lover is on the other side of the water. Tracing the reeds, the road is long and obstructive. Tracing the reeds, I'm in the middle of the water.
The reeds are green, the white dew is not yet clear. The so-called lover is on the other side of the water. Tracing the reeds, the road is long and obstructive. Tracing the reeds, I'm in the middle of the water.
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This was a love poem. It was written by Yan Chuan to Meng Rongrong as an apology and longing.
After reading and understanding the content of the poem, Meng Rongrong's crying became softer. Wiping her tears, Meng Rongrong's face revealed an unknown smile. However, this smile was quickly drowned in sadness.
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