The Fourth Lady

Chapter 270 Who Are You (Ⅱ)

At this moment, Weisheng Junmo suddenly understood the implication of Weisheng Yvning's words.

The way Qingyan looked at him was really similar to that ofQilian Qingyan in the past. Even the

expression on her face was the same as that of Qilian Qingyan in the past. But she was not Qilian

Qingyan. The one he loved most was already dead.

That girl died because what he did. It was all his fault.

If he hadn't pushed Qilian Qingyan out by himself, if he hadn't let Weisheng Junyan take away Qilian

Qingyan, then Qilian Qingyan would be his only wife now, and the only wife of Ruiwang.

But now...

Everything was gone. Qilian Qingyan had died in that terrible fire. Even her body was gone.

When staring at the girl in front of him, Weisheng Junmo suddenly loosened his grip. Then he took a

few steps back and muttered to himself, "you're right. Everything was destroyed by me. It was me who

killed Yanyan. If I didn't push her away, she wouldn't die with hatred..."

As soon as Weisheng Yvning saw Weisheng Junmo's expression, he walked up to Qingyan, drew her

sword and pointed it at her throat. "Who the hell are you? Why did my adoptive father become like this?

You are not my mother, and my mother has already died. "

While Qingyan looked at Weisheng Yvning, she had a warm smile on her face. When Weisheng Yvning

looked at Qingyan, and the sword in his hand, the latter suddenly dropped to the ground.

He couldn't kill her, because he couldn't kill a young girl who was as beautiful as her mother. He

couldn't kill such a powerless girl.

Qingyan reached out her hand, and looked at the two surprised people. She slowly raised the corners

of her mouth. "I'm Su Qingyan, the daughter of Marquis Dingguo."

After listening to her words and thinking for a moment, Weisheng Junmo took off his cloak. The man

under the cloak had long, white hair.

"Do you want to hear a story from me, Su Qingyan?" Gazing at Qingyan, Weisheng Junmo felt like he

had seen Qilian Qingyan sitting in front of him.

"Before I hear your story, how about you listen to my story first?" "Perhaps the story I'm telling is what

you want to hear," Qingyan said, smiling at Weisheng Junmo.

Hearing what Qingyan said, Weisheng Junmo nodded at her.

Su Qingyan told a story to Weisheng Junmo. The story was so long that she seemed to forget her

identity and let herself feel what the girl had experienced.

However, in the end, the girl had undergone a huge change. After she fell into water and woke up a few

months ago, she had become ruthless and cruel. She had been fighting with them in the mansion, and

almost all the people who had touched the girl's bottom line ended up pathetically.

A lot of things happened to the girl. Su Qingyuan was dead, Luo Yitong was dead, and Jiang Xinyue

was also dead. It seemed that all the things that the girl had experienced were beyond her age.

At the end of their conversation, Weisheng Junmo heard Qingyan say flatly, "because I'm no longer

Qilian Qingyan who I used to be."

Hearing this, Weisheng Junmo suddenly looked up at her.

"Ruiwang, do you believe reincarnation? Do you really believe in the word of "borrowing a dead body to

return a soul"?

The words of Qingyan stroke heavily on the heart of Weisheng Junmo and Weisheng Yvning, who was

standing beside, in surprise. However, he had never believed in the law of reincarnation the so-called

fate.

Looking at Weisheng Junmo, Qingyan was still wearing a calm face, then she called his nickname-Mo, Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

which was even more astonishing.

Only Qilian Qingyan would call him like that.

"You are not her. She is dead. She will never forgive me. " "All of this is caused by me," said Weisheng

Junmo remorsefully.

Hearing this, Qingyan was astonished. She had never seen such an expression on the man's face

before. She stretched out her hand instinctively, but when she stopped finally.

Now she was no longer the Qilian Qingyan that she used to be. Instead, she was no longer qualified to

comfort him. Qilian Qingyan had died on the cold winter night five years ago.

At the sight of this, Weisheng Junmo sat aside feebly, spat out a mouthful of blood. Weisheng Yvning

held him, "Father, you can't walk so fast as today. I'll take you back now."

The blood Weisheng Junmo spat out was black. It was obviously caused by anger and. Or Weisheng

Junmo was poisoned.

"He was poisoned?" "What poison?"

"Father, are you poisoned?'' Weisheng Yvning looked at Qingyan and then turned to Weisheng Junmo.

Do you mean that it's the symptom of poisoning? "

"I'm fine. I don't need your help." Weisheng Junmo dropped Weisheng Yvning's hands. Then he

struggled to stand up, but when he just stood up, he sat down again softly.

Regardless of Weisheng Junmo's objection, Qingyan took hold of his hand and began to feel his pulse.

But she stepped back when she felt his pulse.

It turned out that the reason why his hair turned to be grey was because of it? It turned out that he had

never forgotten it.

"I said, it's none of your business." Then, he coldly dropped her hand and said, "whether I'm alive or

dead has nothing to do with you."

"You have never forgotten your promise to her. Why did you push her hand away at last?" With tears all

over her face, Qingyan looked up at Weisheng Junmo, "why do you push her to Weisheng Junyan?

You know clearly who she wants to spend the rest of her life with you."

Seeing the tears on Qingyan's face, Weisheng Junmo felt his heart beat slower. He didn't want to see

the tears on her face. He didn't want to see the girl in front of him at a loss. He didn't want to...

As Weisheng Junmo looked at Qingyan, he flashed a bitter smile. "I didn't want to push her either. But

when my brother ascended the throne, he trapped my mother and her clansmen and for the exchange

with you. At that time, I had no choice but to watch her step into that place."

Staring at the white hair falling down, Weisheng Junmo picked up the white hair on his chest and said

with a smile, "can you see it? This is her punishment for me. On the day she died, my hair turned white.

The empress told me it was the effect of the Duoqing Parasite. Mother said there was no antidote and I

could only live with regret. "