Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“No!”
A hint of panic crept into Zhao Yao’s eyes. He quickly rushed over and pounced on Fei Xue’s feet as he sobbed and begged.
“Xue’er, please don’t ignore me. I really love you. Please save me. Please…”
Fei Xue’s body stiffened a little. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. She slowly closed her eyes and only opened them after a long while.
“You reap what you sow. I can’t do anything.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yao completely lost hope. He collapsed to the ground and stared at Fei Xue in disbelief.
“A day together as husband and wife means endless devotion for the rest of our lives. We have been married for so many years. How can you turn your back on me?” Zhao Yao said, after hesitating for a while.
“Since you know this, do you remember what you have done to me? You have failed me in the first place. You have even trusted this b*tch and nearly ruined Talon’s Gate.” Thinking of the things that Zhao Yao had done, Fei Xue’s eyes reddened with rage.
“Since you have done this, don’t get Talon’s Gate involved!”
Fei Xue hated that Zhao Yao had betrayed her but she could not bring herself to kill him with her own hands.
‘Ah… forget it. Since these people hate Zhao Yao so much, they would never let him off so easily.’
Fei Xue did not say anything. The corner of her lips lifted a little. She walked past Zhao Yao and headed outside the courtyard. She did not even spare a glance at Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao raised his head, his eyes were following Fei Xue. His face was drained of color. Then, he turned to look at the people of Fengyun clan. Panic crossed his face as if he would pass out the very next second.
Qing Yuan closed his eyes.
The moment Yun’er had saved and protected him with her own body flashed before his eyes.
In a blink of an eye, his eyes were filled with murderous intent; his face, indifferent. He lifted the sword in his hand like the grim reaper.
Technically, Zhao Yao’s strength was not inferior to Qing Yuan’s. Hence, it was not easy for Qing Yuan to kill Zhao Yao. However, besides Qing Yuan and Hong Yu, there were a few elders from Fengyun clan present.
The fifth elder Tian Qi was also watching him. Zhao Yao could not move even the slightest bit. He could only look on as the sword pierced through his body. Blood surged out of the wound like a fountain, staining the ground red.
Thud!
Zhao Yao fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood. He breathed his last with his eyes wide open.
“Yun’er, I have avenged you…”
‘It is a pity that you can no longer see it with your own eyes.’
“Qing Yuan.” Hong Yu raised her eyes to look at the young master whose face was full of sorrow. She pursed her lips together before she asked.
“Do you want… me to beg Manor Lady so you can come back to Fengyun Manor?”
Now, Qing Yun had come to his senses. Without Ziyan by his side, perhaps, the manor lady would forgive him.
“There is no need. I am not going back to Fengyun Manor. I can’t leave Yun’er alone, up in the mountain. I have buried her in a quiet and tranquil place. That is the place where she had saved my life. I need to keep her company.” Hearing Hong Yu’s words, Qing Yuan merely smiled sadly and shook his head.
Although Hong Yu did not know what had actually happened, she could not help but sigh softly after seeing Qing Yuan’s face.
“Qing Yuan, she has passed away. There is nothing you can do. Please take good care of yourself.”
Qing Yuan’s body stiffened. He raised his head slightly to look at the passing clouds. His voice was filled with pain.
“Hong Yu, I need to keep Yun’er company… However, please let me know if anything happens to Fengyun clan.”