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A month later, Zhou Yanqing finally uncovered the truth behind his father's case. All evidence pointed to Yang Wenchang and Zhang Li, the Deputy Minister of Revenue. Contrary to public belief, Zhou Weiyuan was not guilty of corruption but had been framed. With his intelligence and determination, Zhou Yanqing gathered enough evidence to prove his father's innocence.
He submitted all the evidence to the Court of Judicature and Revision, and after a period of review, the truth was revealed. Zhou Weiyuan's reputation was restored, but since he had passed away, the court posthumously honored him as a First-Class Loyal and Civil Marquis.
However, when submitting the evidence, Zhou Yanqing had omitted crucial evidence against Yang Wenchang. As a result, the Court of Judicature and Revision did not have sufficient evidence regarding Yang Wenchang, who only faced a few days of imprisonment. Upon learning about Zhou Yanqing's family's ordeal, the Emperor granted him a request. Yet, Zhou Yanqing did not ask for a promotion or increased salary; instead, he requested a marriage decree for himself and Yang Yuruo. The Emperor was quite surprised by Zhou Yanqing's request but ultimately agreed to it, considering his family's suffering and Zhou Weiyuan's contributions to the court during his lifetime.
【One week later】Zhou Yanqing married Yang Yuruo with a betrothal gift identical to the one from their first wedding banquet. Yang's Father sat in the courtyard, showing no joy in giving away his daughter, but rather full of anger. The wedding banquet officially began, and the bride and groom performed the traditional tea ceremony. Zhou Yanqing slowly approached Yang Wenchang to receive the cup of hot tea. Yang's Father looked at him, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, but anger still dominated. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand and handed the tea to Zhou Yanqing.
Before Zhou Yanqing could take it, Yang Yuruo snatched it and drank it all in one go. This action shocked the entire audience, especially the groom Zhou Yanqing, who looked at Yang Yuruo with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes. Yang's Father was full of anger and disappointment, looking at his daughter, his voice trembling: " Yuruo, what are you doing?"
Yang Yuruo didn't answer, she just looked quietly at her father, her eyes filled with determination and resolve. Then, she turned to Zhou Yanqing and said, "Yanqing, I'm sorry, I can't marry you." Before Zhou Yanqing could ask why, Yang Yuruo coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. The room fell silent, with only the sound of Yang Yuruo's fall echoing in the air. The groom, Zhou Yanqing, stepped forward in shock and hurried to support her. " Yuruo, Yuruo, what's wrong?" Zhou Yanqing anxiously wiped the blood from Yang Yuruo's mouth.
Yang's Father's face turned pale, and he quickly turned to the steward beside him and ordered, "Quickly! Go get the antidote!" The original plan was to secretly harm Zhou Yanqing during today's tea ceremony, but the situation had taken an unexpected turn. Yang Yuruo overheard her father and the steward plotting to poison Zhou Yanqing as she passed by Yang Wenchang's room.
"It's you! You're the one who poisoned the tea!" Zhou Yanqing angrily accused Yang Wenchang. At that moment, Yang Yuruo used all her strength to grab Zhou Yanqing's hand, her eyes filled with guilt and pleading: "Yanqing, I'm sorry. I just hope you can spare my father's life. I'm willing to compensate you with my own life. If there is truly a next life, I hope to be your true wife."
As Yang Yuruo's words fell, she slowly let go of Zhou Yanqing's hand and collapsed to the ground, powerless.
At the moment Yang Yuruo's hand fell, Zhou Yanqing felt an unprecedented impact in his heart. His originally angry eyes became complex, interwoven with shock, pain, and deep helplessness. He looked down at Yang Yuruo's pale and powerless hand, as if seeing the unbridgeable gap between them.
" Yuruo..." Zhou Yanqing murmured softly, and the anger in his heart miraculously subsided in that moment. He crouched down and gently embraced Yang Yuruo with trembling hands. Her body temperature gradually faded away, causing his heart to cool down as well.
"How could you be so foolish..." Zhou Yanqing's voice carried endless sadness and self-blame. He looked up at Yang Wenchang with a hint of determination in his eyes. "I will remember today's events, but for the sake of Yuruo, I will let you go. From now on, don't let me see you in the capital again."
With that, Zhou Yanqing lifted Yang Yuruo's body and walked out of Yang Residence step by step. His figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of Yang Residence, leaving Yang Wenchang and the steward staring at each other.
The night was as dark as ink, Zhou Yanqing stood alone by Yang Yuruo's side, his heart twisted like a knife. He gazed at her pale and peaceful face, trying to find the past laughter and warmth in her features. Time seemed to stand still in this moment, leaving only tranquility.
As the first light of dawn seeped through the cracks in the bamboo leaves and fell on Yang Yuruo, Zhou Yanqing discovered that his dark hair had turned gray overnight. There was no light in his eyes. He gently stroked Yuruo's hair, as if bidding her farewell.
Afterwards, Zhou Yanqing silently buried Yang Yuruo's body next to the bamboo hut where they had once spent time together. He personally erected a simple tombstone, on which was engraved "Grave of beloved wife Yang Yuruo." The writing was neat and firm, just like his eternal and unchanging longing and vow to Yuruo.
Although Zhou Yanqing was in immense pain, he did not shed a single tear. He just silently leaned against the tombstone, his gaze deep and sorrowful. The bottle of wine beside him was empty, mirroring the emptiness and loneliness he felt at that moment. He knew that from now on, he would no longer have Yuruo's company in this world. Yuruo, the mountains and rivers remain the same, but you are no longer here.
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