Chapter 404
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Tan Siwei shook his head desperately. "Don't be like this, Qiongwei. Get up! You didn't do anything wrong to me. It was my mother who harmed you and your mother … You've been trapped in so much pain for so many years, but I didn't realize it and couldn't help you. I've let you down! "
On the dragon throne, the Emperor frowned in disgust and said coldly, "Alright, the case is closed! I don't have the time to watch you play out your grudges and make me sick! Zhao Bin, take the criminal to the prison immediately. The execution will be tomorrow at noon! "
Tan Siwei's body was as stiff as a dead tree. He watched as the guards entered and carried Xue Qiongwei out of the palace. He shouted like a madman, "Qiongwei!"
Xue Qiongwei turned around to look at him one last time. A teardrop slowly slid down from the corner of her eye, like a sparkling pearl rolling down her transparent cheeks. Her voice was choked with sobs and trembling, but the corners of her mouth pulled up into a dewy smile. She said, "Second brother, if there's a next life, we'll meet again, but I won't be your brother anymore, okay?"
His reddened eyes reflected her slender and fragile figure. This little face that was clearly crying and terrified, but still stubbornly pretended to be fearless. It was exactly the same as the little girl he had met ten years ago.
Tan Siwei's lips trembled and his throat was choked with sobs. He stared deeply at his little sister and nodded slowly. "Okay … Qiongwei, I promise you … okay … okay …"
Xue Qiongwei smiled sweetly. It was simple and pure, without any regrets. "That's good. It's a promise. If I go back on my words, I'll look for you in my next life. I'll go to the ends of the earth to find you. Don't send me off tomorrow. It won't look good. I can't let you see it. "
She finished her last sentence. "Goodbye, second brother." She turned around and resolutely stepped out of the high threshold of the throne room.
At the bottom of the eighty-one jade steps, Tan Sixian and Ning Shu stood and looked up.
The moment she saw Tan Sixian, more tears fell from Xue Qiongwei's cheeks. Those tears were called guilt. Endless guilt, so much so that the world couldn't contain it. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her chest was blocked by tears and she couldn't say a word.
Tan Sixian shook his head and walked up to her step by step. He stretched out his warm big hand and wiped the tears on her face. "You little girl, you've always listened to me since you were young. Only this time, you were so bold and acted on your own. You've really grown up and your wings have hardened. You know how to set a trap for me and take the initiative to confess against me."
He smiled again. "But that's true. You've already grown up. When you came of age this spring, I was the one who helped you with your hairpin. In the blink of an eye, you've already learned to bear the consequences of your own actions. Big Brother didn't dote on you for nothing. You've grown up into a good girl. Bella, don't say anything else. Big Brother will accompany you on your last journey. When you were young, you always asked me what the Red Spider Lily beside the Yellow Springs looked like. Was it really as beautiful as it was painted in the stories? This time, let's go and take a look together. "
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his big and reliable hand to her. It was just like how he had done countless times when she hid by the pond or behind the fake mountain when she was young.
Xue Qiongwei looked at him with teary eyes. Just like how she had done countless times when she was young, she slowly and confidently placed her small hand in his. Then, one big and one small, under Ning Shu's wavering eyes, walked forward side by side.
Today was a clear day. The clouds in the sky above the Ninefold Palace were scattered and the wind blew for ninety thousand miles. A free and unfettered bird flapped its wings and took off from a deep corner of the palace in the northwest corner of the palace. That place seemed to be a cold palace. In the palace, there was a mellow and carefree voice singing in solitude. "Doing things again and again, parting with the ruler in life. Separated by more than ten thousand miles, at the ends of the world … "
This song flew into the clouds along with the bird's wings. It sounded like a sigh.
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