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The Imperial Envoy, wielding a sword above, had surrounded Chaoyang Village so tightly that no news could escape. This did not shock Su Meiniang; she had always remembered the saying—those who live by the sword must eventually pay the price.
Now, it was simply time for Chaoyang Village to settle its debts.
"You take the elderly, women, and children from the village and leave through the secret passage," Su Meiniang instructed Wen Qian without hesitation.
This was a matter concerning Chaoyang Village, and she did not wish to involve him.
Wen Qian, you should go. This is the only thing I can do for you.
A man as radiant as you deserves a better future, not to become an innocent casualty for an unknown bandit group.
"Why me?" Wen Qian raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed intently on Su Meiniang, searching her face for any sign of unusual emotion. Unfortunately, Su Meiniang turned away too quickly.
"Because you are the only outsider!" Su Meiniang brandished the dagger in her hand, standing tall with determination. "I am the Chieftain of Chaoyang Village; naturally, I must stay until the end! Please take them to safety. I beg you."
"Alright." Wen Qian nodded and turned to leave.
"Wen... Qian."
Having reached the door, Wen Qian paused at her call, slowly turning back to respond softly, "Hmm?"
"Never mind, it's nothing..." Su Meiniang bit her lip, her white teeth nearly drawing blood from her lower lip. In the end, she merely waved her hand and said with a complex expression, "Be careful!"
At this point, what was the use of saying more? Watching Wen Qian's disappearing figure, Su Meiniang felt a pang of bitterness in her heart; her eyes began to well up with tears. Her love had ended before it even began.
Perhaps they were the only bandit group that had been targeted by the court yet remained unvanquished! Looking at her brothers tightly bound around her, Su Meiniang forced a bitter smile that was filled with helplessness and sorrow.
As the leader of the bandits, her treatment was naturally different; she resided in a death cell, complete with shackles on both hands and feet.
Fortunately, it was a single room, so she didn't have to pay her respects immediately.
Nestled in a pile of straw that emitted a musty odor, Su Meiniang began to count on her fingers, slowly calculating how much longer her head could remain on her neck.
However, before she could finish her calculations, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the cell.
Bored, she glanced up and was stunned by the sight before her. A wave of furious anger surged within her—why was the man in a high crown and wide sleeves, respectfully addressed as "Prince" by those around him, Wen Qian?
"Mei Niang, aren't you going to ask me why?"
Wen Qian elegantly flicked his folding fan and waved away those beside him before gracefully walking to the front of Su Meiniang's cell, gazing at her through the bars.
"Considering our past acquaintance, just give me a quick end!"
After watching countless romantic tales in this world, there was no need for questions in this scene. She had seen enough of the intricate plots!
Yet why did she feel such profound sadness?
It was as if her cherished treasure had shattered into a million pieces, causing a pain that nearly stole her breath away.
It turned out that everything he had said to her was a lie.
"Mei Niang, I will never take back what I said."
Wen Qian stared at Su Meiniang for a long time; his deep-set eyes were filled with complex emotions. He sighed softly, his voice seeming to come from a great distance—close at hand yet far away.
Su Meiniang didn't know when Wen Qian had left because the question that had plagued her mind finally found its answer in that moment—she had always loved Wen Qian.
That day, under the scorching sun on the official road, when he lifted the curtain of the carriage with his hand as white as mutton fat, it sealed her fate in eternal despair.
This is what they call love at first sight!
Su Meiniang leaned against the wall with a bitter smile, a hint of self-mockery in her expression. Unfortunately, he would never know in this lifetime!
The charge against Su Meiniang was that she had stolen five hundred thousand taels of disaster relief funds from the court.
Upon hearing this accusation, Su Meiniang did not argue. After all, Wen Qian, that revered figure, was sitting there as a witness. What good would her defense do?
Was she supposed to point at Wen Qian and claim that all the robbery was his doing?
Besides, when had she ever seen the so-called five hundred thousand taels of official silver?
Su Meiniang fell silent. Even when sentenced to execution, she did not utter a word. She merely glanced up at Wen Qian, who had also said nothing throughout the proceedings. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile before she turned and walked toward the door.
She walked slowly, not out of affectation, but because the shackles on her feet were too heavy, each step dragging with a sense of weight. The crisp clinking sound continued until she reached the door when she finally heard Wen Qian speak: “Mei Niang, do you really have nothing to say?”
“If there is a next life, please grant me a few acres of fertile land, a clear pond, and two simple cottages nestled by the mountains and rivers, deep within a bamboo forest. If fate allows it, when we meet again, I will be young and he will not yet be old.”
Su Meiniang's voice flowed gently through the hall like water, carrying with it endless affection and regret.
Each serves their own master; I do not blame you! It is just that in this life we are fated to be apart, so let us seek a reunion in the next life!
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