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The funeral for the Second Madam was hastily arranged, and Madam Tai originally planned to expedite the wedding as well. However, with continuous reports of defeats in battle arriving, everyone at Xia Manor was thrown into a state of panic, bustling around like ants on a hot stove.
Lianxiang hurriedly entered with a tray of tea, only to be grabbed by Xia Yinqiu, her arm caught painfully in the grip.
Xia Yinqiu's eyes were wide with anger as she interrogated Lianxiang, "What’s going on? Did he refuse to see you again?"
"Cousin Young Master said he was discussing important matters..." Lianxiang replied weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, her head bowed almost to her chest, her body trembling slightly.
"Discussing with whom? Cheng Qingling?" Xia Yinqiu asked, her brows furrowed tightly, fury flashing in her eyes.
Lianxiang kept her head down, shaking even more and too frightened to speak. In a fit of rage, Xia Yinqiu kicked out at her, causing Lianxiang to cry out as she fell to the ground.
"Her again! Why can't she just disappear!" Xia Yinqiu seethed, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing as if they could shoot fire.
With a swift motion, she swept her arm and overturned the tea table, sending cups and teapots crashing to the floor in a cacophony of shattering porcelain.
"Miss, actually..." Lianxiang hesitated before speaking up. She got back on her feet and dusted herself off, still trembling slightly. "On your wedding day, Cousin Young Master was also with Miss Qingling. I saw them by the lotus pond; Cousin Young Master was holding Miss Qingling..."
Xia Yinqiu suddenly fell silent. Frowning deeply, doubt crept into her heart as a complex expression flickered in her eyes.
She slowly sat down, staring ahead lost in thought while unconsciously clenching her hands. So that meant she was the last person at the lotus pond that night? Could it be...
"Lianxiang, go fetch the steward for me," Xia Yinqiu commanded. After speaking, she turned and strode into the inner room, her skirts billowing behind her like a gust of wind.
The army of the Yunnan Faction suddenly seemed to be blessed by the gods, sweeping through every place like a hot knife through butter. The reports of conquered cities piled higher and higher, almost filling the table.
Zhang Yanniann was in his study, feeling overwhelmed and anxious. His brow furrowed as he paced back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage.
"Yannian, why not just agree to him?" Qingling said, reaching out to gently grasp his sleeve, her eyes filled with concern. Zhang Yanniann paused, stopping in his tracks as he held her hand tightly, as if drawing strength from her.
"To agree is tantamount to betraying our country," he replied, letting out a long sigh filled with pain and helplessness, his shoulders slightly slumping.
"The Qing Dynasty has long fallen. Now that Yuan Shikai is dead, the country is fragmented and no longer a nation. Why cling to this?" Qingling urged, looking at Zhang Yanniann with a hint of pleading in her gaze.
"Now those who wish to divide and conquer us are the Japanese. On the surface, they claim it’s for commercial interests, but in reality, they are gradually encroaching on Chinese territory. It would be better to be swallowed by the Yunnan Army instead."
Zhang Yanniann's eyes grew resolute; he saw clearly that siding with Japan was merely a delaying tactic. In the end, they could not escape the grim fate of this chaotic world. He clenched his fists tightly.
"But I don’t want to watch you die..." Qingling said, her voice choked with emotion, tears glistening in her eyes.
Zhang Yanniann pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly as waves of love surged within him. He gently stroked Qingling's hair.
"Qingling, I can promise you anything, but this one thing is beyond my ability," he whispered softly, his lips trembling slightly.
Suddenly, the door to the study was kicked open with a loud bang against the wall.
Xia Yinqiu stormed in with an angry expression, like a whirlwind. She took a quick step forward, grabbing Qingling by the arm and delivering a sharp slap that echoed loudly in the quiet room.
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