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You Xuanyao's expression instantly turned dark. He pushed Yang Qingge against the cold stone wall in the alley, saying, "Let you go? Where do you think you can go? Gu Su is dead. Besides here, do you have anywhere else to go?! Or... have you started an affair with another man?!"
The old wound on her back seemed to have torn open again, causing her so much pain that she couldn't speak.
The words of her beloved were like swords, piercing her through and through, causing her almost to suffocate.
At this moment, Lan Nian finally came to her senses and stepped forward to intervene: "General! Miss still has wounds on her body, you..."
You Xuanyao directly ignored her, grabbed Yang Qingge and walked out of the alley.
He quickly returned to You mansion and kicked open the door of the west wing, fiercely throwing the person into the room!
Yang Qingge hit the edge of the table with his lower back, his face instantly turning pale.
"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the jade pendant she had always treasured fell to the ground. Both of them looked over at the same time. Yang Qingge felt a tightness in her heart and immediately wanted to pick it up.
But You Xuanyao moved faster. He picked up the familiar jade pendant, and in his dark eyes, there was a hint of obscurity: "This jade pendant, you are not worthy of it now."
After speaking, he ignored her desolate expression and walked away.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
"From today onwards, without my orders, she cannot take a step out of here!"
You Xuanyao's command rang outside.
Lan Nian helped Yang Qingge up, her eyes red with distress: "Miss! Let's find a chance to escape, you can't go on like this anymore."
Yang Qingge Enduring the pain, she weakly shook her head: "I can't walk."
You Xuanyao If she doesn't let go, how can she walk?
Lan Nian also understood, quietly sobbing without saying anything more.
After that day, You Xuanyao never appeared again, and Yang Qingge's illness became more and more severe. Lan Nian brewed the remaining medicine for her to drink, but it was just a drop in the bucket. She started coughing up blood frequently, her face becoming more haggard day by day, and even taking a few steps became a luxury.
Finally, the sixth day of the first month has arrived.
When the sky was bright, the lively sound of silk and bamboo music came from the front courtyard.
Yang Qingge half leaned on the couch, absent-mindedly listening, his heart feeling like it had been pierced, cold and painful.
Lan Nian suddenly pushed the door open in a hurry and walked up to her, lowering his voice as he said, "Miss, today is the wedding of You Xuanyao and Tao Yao. The guards outside have all been called to the front yard. Let's take this opportunity to leave quickly!"
Yang Qingge didn't say anything.
She was well aware of her own body, and even if she left, she wouldn't last more than a few days.
But she didn't want to die in You mansion, nor did she want You Xuanyao to see her in such a miserable state at the end. Under Lan Nian's hopeful gaze, Yang Qingge nodded, "Okay." Lan Nian quickly packed up the few belongings of the master and servant.
When she pushed the door open, Yang Qingge glanced from a distance at the large red cloth hanging in the front yard. She actually wanted to see You Xuanyao again. But Lan Nian urged her softly, "Miss, let's go."
Yang Qingge pursed his lips and lowered his dim eyes before turning around. The two of them quietly walked out from the back door of You mansion. When they reached a small alley, Yang Qingge stopped and said, " Lan Nian, you go wait for me outside the city. I want to take a look at Yang mansion."
Lan Nian was taken aback for a moment, "Then I'll accompany you..."
"No need." Yang Qingge held back the surge of blood in his throat, "The money and contract are all on you, take it and go quickly."
Her tone brooked no refusal, forcing Lan Nian to comply.
Soon, Lan Nian's figure disappeared at the end of the alley, and Yang Qingge watched for a long time before turning and walking towards the west of the city. She lied to Lan Nian; she didn't return to Yang mansion, but instead came to a willow tree at West City Bridgehead. Looking at the willow tree covered in white snow, Yang Qingge's mind was filled with the scene from two years ago.
Right here, she and You Xuanyao privately agreed to spend their lives together. At that time, he had a smile brighter than the morning sun in Chang'an, saying, " A ge, in this lifetime, I only admire you, and I will only take you as my wife." But the one who made this promise to her, Yao, has married someone else today.
"Spring thoughts in disarray, heartbroken, doubting if it's a dream, yet here I am... Ah!"
Yang Qingge had been enduring silently, but the bloody turmoil in his throat could no longer be suppressed, and he spat it all out.
The bright red blood fell onto the pure white snow, resembling scattered red plum blossoms.
Her cold disease also broke out completely at this time, as if countless insects were biting her blood vessels all over her body, making her feel powerless.
Yang Qingge leaned against the withered tree trunk and slowly sat on the ground. After a while, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve.
It was the poison she bought while buying wedding gifts, taking advantage of Lan Nian's inattention.
The shopkeeper said, "This poison will seal your throat and you won't suffer."
Yang Qingge thought to himself, then uncorked the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
The poison instantly spread throughout his body, and copious amounts of fresh blood gushed from his mouth and nose, taking away the last remnants of his life.
Yang Qingge slowly fell onto the snowy ground, everything in front of her becoming blurry. In a daze, she seemed to see You Xuanyao running towards her in the heavy snow. " Yao, you've come to pick me up."
Yang Qingge smiled and reached out her hand towards him, but at the moment of grasping, it fell heavily to the ground—
At this moment, You mansion.
You Xuanyao sat in the study, absentmindedly rubbing the jade pendant with his fingertips.
In my mind, all I can think about is the increasingly pale face of Yang Qingge after our reunion, and the words spoken by Lan Nian!
Should he believe it?
But if it's false, why does she keep holding onto this jade pendant?
You Xuanyao Couldn't figure it out, so I decided to get up and ask for clarity. But unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, the jade pendant that was securely held in my hand slipped and fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces! You Xuanyao My heart suddenly ached, and for some reason, he felt a wave of unease.
There's no time to worry about the broken jade. He lifted his foot and headed towards the west wing, pushing the door open—
Empty!
"Where is Yang Qingge?!" You Xuanyao demanded.
The arriving house servants all looked at each other in confusion.
"Go and find her for me!"
You Xuanyao's face darkened, it seemed that what he had done was not enough, and she actually dared to run away!
When I find her...
What should I do after finding her? He didn't know either.
Time passed second by second.
Yang mansion, the store she used to love going to, even the beggar's temple, there was no sign of Yang Qingge.
Where else could she go?
You Xuanyao was burning with emotions he couldn't even distinguish, was it worry? Or anger, or fear...
Between the electric light and the flint, he suddenly thought of a place and hurriedly ran out of the mansion.
West City Bridgehead.
You Xuanyao rushed over with a disordered aura and saw a figure lying under a willow tree from a distance.
The closer she got, the more glaring the pool of blood beneath Yang Qingge became, as if it were a bloodbath trapping her within.
This couldn't be!
It must be a trick she was using to deceive herself.
You Xuanyao Pressing down the panic in his heart, he rushed forward a few steps: "Yang Qingge?"
The only response he received was the howling wind and snow in his ears.
At this moment, panic reached its peak!
You Xuanyao reached out with trembling hands to touch Yang Qingge, feeling a chill—
Her pulse had long stopped, her breath had long vanished.
She... was dead.
After returning to Chang'an, You Xuanyao's face showed a panicked expression for the first time. He was at a loss and didn't know what to do. At this moment, he noticed a hint of red peeking out from Yang Qingge's green clothes.
You Xuanyao took a breath and unfolded the paper, only to see the elegant handwriting of Yang Qingge printed on it—
"Here is a daughter of the Yang family, named Qingge, willing to marry You Xuanyao, to wear the wedding crown for a hundred years, and never regret life or death."
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