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Blood flowed profusely from the left side of Liu Yan's face, her fingers digging deep into the earth as she tried to rise, but her body felt as if it were nailed down, unable to stand steady. The blood spread beneath her, staining the soil a vivid red.
In the end, she was not expelled from Mo Mansion; however, Mo Changqing never appeared before her again.
When the returning wild geese disappeared into the horizon, a significant event occurred at Mo Mansion.
It was said that, except for Mo Changqing, all the masters had fallen ill. First, they felt cold in their limbs, then began to cough up blood in small amounts, and ultimately became bedridden. Yun Yimo was not spared either.
The mansion searched high and low for doctors in the city, but none could diagnose the illness. It wasn't until a master from Nanshan Temple was invited to perform rituals that it was discovered that everyone in the mansion had been cursed. The only one who could know everyone's birth dates and times must be someone within the household. Mo Changqing was immediately filled with rage and ordered a thorough investigation of everyone’s rooms in an attempt to uncover the mastermind behind it all.
When a servant found a stack of yellow paper written in blood beneath Liu Yan's bed, Mo Changqing was taken aback.
"This is Life-Linking Talisman; it must be nourished with human blood. It is a method that demands a life for a life. Unless there is an irreconcilable enmity, few would dare to use it," the master said slowly, frowning. According to him, Liu Yan was using her own life to feed the curse; if it worked, those she cursed would die, and she would not survive either.
"Why?" Mo Changqing asked intensely, his gaze fixed on Liu Yan.
Liu Yan lowered her eyes and wrote on the paper: "I heard everything you said that day."
Mo Changqing's heart tightened as an inexplicable sense of guilt washed over him; he could no longer meet Liu Yan's gaze.
"And me? Why didn’t you curse me as well… to death?"
Yet he received no answer.
A wave of dizziness struck him; darkness enveloped his vision as he fainted once more.
Liu Yan slowly regained consciousness, feeling heavy and slightly cold.
Turning her head, she saw Mo Changqing sleeping against the bedside; his profile appeared particularly serene under the dim light. She reached out her hand to touch his face but hesitated mid-air.
The curtains in the room were not what she usually saw; after careful examination, Liu Yan guessed this must be Mo Changqing's room. Outside, the autumn wind howled, causing the fabric curtains to sway violently while pages of a calendar nearby fluttered up one by one.
October 5th.
The words spoken by Yun Yimo that day suddenly echoed in Liu Yan's mind. Liu Yan looked at Mo Changqing's sleeping face, a sharp pain piercing her heart.
Mo Changqing was jolted awake by a searing pain in his face. As he opened his eyes, he saw the hairpin in Liu Yan's hand fall, drawing a line of blood across his cheek. The agonizing pain surged through him instantly. He wanted to scream, but found his mouth gagged and his limbs tightly bound to the bedpost, helplessly watching as Liu Yan traced the pin across his face again and again.
That venomous woman!
As dusk fell, the old women keeping watch gradually dozed off. Liu Yan administered another dose of drugs, rendering Mo Changqing weak, then tied him behind her and headed towards the lotus pond they had visited during the day. While submerged in the river earlier, she had clearly seen a hidden passage beneath the pond, obscured by years of water plants.
Liu Yan carried Mo Changqing into the water and entered the dark passage. In a daze, Mo Changqing felt her hand tightly gripping him; that soft touch seemed to awaken memories of the past.
“It was you…” The one who saved me back then was you…
“Because I love you.” How could she bear to let him die? Even if she hated the Mo Family with a vengeance, wishing to perish alongside them. Now she was alone, without any support, relying solely on witchcraft for revenge, even at the cost of her own life.
“But Changqing, I really am starting to hate you now.”
As the knife fell and the wind rose, there would be no more old ties in the underworld.
When Mo Changqing woke again, it was already noon of the next day. He leaned against a corner, wrapped in a tattered straw mat, his hair disheveled like a beggar.
Memories surged like a tide; he had always thought it was Liu Luo who saved him from the water that day and believed he loved her. Now he realized how terribly wrong he had been. Liu Yan claimed she loved him, while his reckless actions had undoubtedly hurt her deeply. He touched his face; blood scabs twisted across it, reminding him of Liu Yan's hatred.
Had she vented her anger? Could she ever forgive him?
People in the city hurried under the blazing sun towards the lord's mansion, excitement and astonishment on their faces. Mo Changqing grabbed someone and asked, “Excuse me, what’s happening?”
The person jumped back in shock upon seeing Mo Changqing's face and took half a step back. “You don’t know? Last night evidence was found proving that the Mo Family colluded with enemies and betrayed the country; their house has been raided and they’re about to be executed! Hurry over; you might catch some of the spectacle…”
“Which Mo Family are you talking about?”
“Which else could it be? Our Qi Yang only has that one big family, right? I heard that after the Emperor found out, he immediately ordered Princess An Yan and the Young Master of the Mo Family to be divorced. It’s said that Mo Changqing and another wife in his household were burned alive. The fire was only extinguished this morning, and when the officials found them, their bones were already charred black.”
Mo Changqing staggered, memories flooding back to him, seemingly providing explanations. It turned out that what Liu Yan intended to write at that time was not the character for “woman,” but rather the character for “traitor.”
But now, she clearly had the chance to escape, yet she chose such a death…
In the open space in front of the city lord's mansion, over a hundred members of the Mo Family were dressed in prison garb, kneeling on the ground. Behind them, wooden signs bore the large character for “prisoner,” and each face displayed a mix of endurance and numbness.
The official in charge of the execution looked up at the sun and pinched the sign between his fingers. “Execute!”
A commotion erupted in the crowd. Mo Changqing tried to push through the throng to reach them but was shoved back by the guards. In an instant, the prisoner signs around the necks of a hundred people were tossed to the ground.
With a swift motion, the blade fell!
A wave of blood rushed forth, and Mo Changqing stood frozen in place, as if his soul had been extracted.
He was still alive, yet from this moment on, he would be utterly alone, living with nothing…
The regret in his heart surged like a tide, yet he could no longer distinguish whether Liu Yan felt love or hatred for him.
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