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“……Qin Ge, let go of my hand and I won't kill your maid.”
Qin Ge was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, but it was only for an instant; she immediately tightened her grip, causing the blood to flow even faster. Her face, already pale from excessive sorrow, began to take on a translucent hue due to the loss of blood.
How much blood can a person lose? At least Qin Ge had never thought that she had this much blood in her body, enough to cover half the stone floor of the chamber.
“Qi Mo, you have grown up, become indifferent, become heartless... but I never imagined you would become someone so disgusting to me! Are you using Yuer to threaten me? But do you think that Yuer, who has become like that, will still be able to live? I don’t know if you are sparing my life out of childhood affection... but in my heart, all those memories have been erased by your own hands... Qi Mo, what you want will never be yours!” She smiled faintly, causing an ominous premonition to rise in Qi Mo's heart. However, he never expected...
Her delicate white hand stubbornly gripped the blade, and her body suddenly leaned forward, causing the Sword Tip to instantly pierce her chest. Her eyes, filled with hatred, reflected the slightly astonished Azure pupils of the man holding the sword across from her. The corners of her mouth began to rise as she spoke with delight.
“Wha...?! Do you really find it hard to kill me?” One hand grasped the hand of the man holding the sword, while the other stubbornly held onto the blade. With another forceful push, a sharp tearing sound was heard as her entire body was pierced by the Cold Sword!
“...!” A pale and powerless smile. “I didn’t expect to meet you again in such a situation…”
“Qin Ge...” The man across from her spoke in a low voice, his pupils turning pure Azure. But there was not a hint of emotion in his tone.
“Don’t call me that!” “You... cough cough!!” She coughed violently, her eyes beginning to mist over from the effort. “What right do you have to call me?! Qi Mo! What right do you have?! If it weren’t for me saving you back then, do you think you could still be standing here now?! You—!! Because I saved you, are you going to destroy my country?! Qi Mo, what kind of heart do you have…?”
“I, Qin Ge, have done many wrong things in my life… cough cough… but—” She raised her eyes and looked seriously at the man before her. He was no longer the innocent boy he once was; now he was cold and bloodthirsty. “...saving you is something I regret the most!”
The woman’s smile was extremely sarcastic as she removed her hands from the man's right hand and the blade. Her gaze fell lightly on her palace attire soaked in blood as her body slowly began to fall backward...
In that final inverted world, a slender shadow of a boy flashed through her hazy vision… Qi Mo…
"I, the royal family of Yan... over two thousand lives... Qi Mo, are you going to repay... repay it..."
Under this last storm, the brief fifty-three-year dynasty of Yan fell. All male members of the royal family committed suicide for their country! The Eldest Princess, Qin Ge, fierce and unyielding, took her own life within her palace.
To express admiration for the men of Yan and the Eldest Princess, the Sovereign of Yuan Cang Kingdom specially prepared a State Funeral for them. The remaining royal women of Yan can enjoy the status of Princess in Yuan Cang Kingdom.
The snow fell for three nights, just like six years ago, covering everything in pure white. Everything still looked the same, except that the once bright young girl had now stopped breathing, even... in her last moment, she was still resenting herself...
Qi Mo sat on his horse, gazing at the Royal Tomb nestled within the southern mountains. Thick snow rested on his shoulders. That tomb held the girl he once loved, a girl... whom he had killed with his own hands...
You gaze from the city above, accustomed to watching fireworks. Later, when the fireworks shattered, blood stained this picture.
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