CHAPTER 565: CHAPTER 564 HOW CAN I TURN BACK WHEN YOU KILLED MY UNCLE

"You wish to fight me?" Xiao Pingfeng’s dark pupils flashed with incredulity.

"My uncle’s death, you cannot shirk the responsibility." Yan Wanqing had not expected that it would eventually come to this between them.

"...your uncle’s death has nothing to do with me, this matter is—" Just as Xiao Pingfeng began to speak, Yan Wanqing cut him off, "The eighteenth layer of hell belongs to you, without your orders, could Ming Quan have mobilized Ghost Shadow? Moreover, before my uncle died, he took Dissolution Powder, Xiao Pingfeng, do you dare to say you had no hand in this?!"

Her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at the person before her, "I thought we could settle our issues amicably, without resorting to mutual destruction. The memories related to you in the coming decades were supposed to be beautiful, as pure as moonlight... but I was wrong, from the beginning, there should never have been an ’afterward’ between you and me!"

She should not have let go of the blood feud with the Xiao Family!

She should not have discountenanced her mother’s objections, insistently being with him, returning to the capital with him, deluding herself with dreams of a beautiful future together.

Yan Wanqing!

How could you shamelessly fall in love with the son of your enemy, suffer a miscarriage for him, bear him a child?!

If you had gone your separate ways, your uncle would not have died, would he?

Listening to Yan Wanqing’s heartless words, Xiao Pingfeng’s face grew cold as well: "Since you’ve already made up your mind, I have nothing more to say."

No need for words when trust is absent.

Yan Wanqing let out a self-mocking laugh, and when she looked up again, she wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Enough talk, whether or not I can get revenge is up to my own abilities."

"You are no match for me," Xiao Pingfeng stated a fact.

"So what?" Yan Wanqing curved her lips, "How do you know I can’t beat you if we haven’t reached the end?"

It was a matter of life and death, and even if it meant death, she was absolutely determined to let her uncle rest in peace down in the netherworld!

"Miss!" Cong Ge, listening to their exchange, became frantic, "Please don’t do this, there must be some misunderstanding. Miss, you and His Majesty have a child together... The little prince hasn’t even seen you both, how can you bear it!"

Cong Ge, in her urgency, thought of the little prince.

Her words momentarily halted the previously tense atmosphere between them.

Yan Wanqing was momentarily dazed.

The child...

The one she nearly died giving birth to prematurely, whom she hadn’t yet seen with her own eyes, hadn’t held enough, hadn’t made a bowl of soup for, hadn’t sewn a piece of clothing for...

On the other side, Xiao Pingfeng’s expression also softened, his black pupils filled with sorrow.

Cong Ge breathed a sigh of relief, "There must be some unknown factors here, we can’t just take Ming Quan’s word for it, we need to verify from other sources—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a green figure burst into the tent.

She ran straight towards Ming Quan, crying loudly, "Lord Ming Quan! Lord Ming Quan, what has happened to you..."

She turned abruptly, her eyes fiercely on Yan Wanqing, "It’s all your fault, it was you who killed him! You heartless woman! Lord Ming Quan was loyal and righteous, devoted entirely to Dawei, such a woman as you should be torn asunder by five horses!"

It was none other than Liao Cuihua!

The moment Yan Wanqing saw Liao Cuihua, she felt a wave of nausea.

Thinking of her child calling Xiao Pingfeng ’Father Emperor’ made her want to vomit uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, so many people have seen this murderous woman, you must seek justice for Lord Ming Quan!"

Liao Cuihua barged in, spouting nonsense, demanding Xiao Pingfeng to take charge and kill Yan Wanqing.

The atmosphere that Cong Ge had barely calmed, once again became eerie.

She immediately hardened her expression, "Liu Rushi, is this a place where you can talk nonsense? Get out at once!"

Liao Cuihua wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, trembling as she climbed up from the ground, "And what are you? His Majesty hasn’t spoken yet, when is it your turn to speak?! If it weren’t for His Majesty’s reminiscence of the past, a treacherous maid like you who dared to assassinate their master would have been hacked to death and thrown into the Mass Burial Mound long ago!"

As old matters were brought up, Cong Ge turned pale from the scolding.

Back then, she thought the young lady had died.

Before death, as the most trusted person by the young lady, she betrayed her in her dying moments.

Thinking of the grievances the young lady suffered before her death, Cong Ge couldn’t cope; on the night she kept vigil, she accidentally stabbed Xiao Pingfeng. After the event, Xiao Pingfeng didn’t say much, but the nanny took the opportunity to have her expelled from the Empress’s chambers and sent to the fringe to do menial tasks.

"Nonsense," spit out Yan Wanqing, just about to raise her hand.

Only to see Xiao Pingfeng immediately stepping in front of her.

No matter how much her heart was filled with anger and hatred, seeing this scene, Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle.

His subconscious action was to shield her...

Liao Cuihua, a name so plain it couldn’t be plainer.

Yet also a woman who had borne a child.

In looks, figure, even in intelligence, she was not her match.

But she replaced her, taking care of him meticulously when he was at his most desolate for three years.

So that must be why Xiao Pingfeng was so anxious.

Yan Wanqing felt as though something was stuck in her throat.

"Do not harm anyone," came the cold, merciless words from Xiao Pingfeng.

Yan Wanqing stared at him, her eyes gradually turning despondent, "And what if I insist?"

"Ming Quan is already dead, how many more do you want to kill?" Xiao Pingfeng looked at her covered in blood, full of incomprehension, "How many people do you actually want to kill? The former Yan Wanqing has a lifelong ambition to protect the common people of the world. Look at you now, with bloodstained hands, a spitting image of a homicidal maniac, nothing like your former self!"

"So what!" Yan Wanqing stood her ground, "What right do you have to judge my wrongs? Where were you when Chu Qi stole me away? Where were you when I was tortured by Song Huaxu? I can’t even count as a normal person now, Xiao Pingfeng, ask yourself, what right do you have to stand here and judge me!"

She raised her hand, fair and delicate, her knuckles distinct, yet the calluses on her palms were still visible.

The angrier she became, the more stunning her smile grew.

"In this world, I, Yan Wanqing, owe many people, but Xiao Pingfeng, make it clear, I don’t owe you! Not a thing, I don’t owe you!"

"You say you don’t owe, and that settles it?" Xiao Pingfeng was equally unyielding, "What you owe me, you’ll never be able to repay in this lifetime!"

"Then kill me, and I’ll repay you with this life," Yan Wanqing laughed, tears falling from her eyes.

Beneath her wrists, a profound Inner Strength had already gathered.

"I ask you one last time, no turning back, no regrets?" Xiao Pingfeng stared at Yan Wanqing, questioning her word by word.

Yan Wanqing’s heart was torn.

"You killed my uncle, how can I turn back!"