Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken Chapter 123 - 100: The Truth Behind Her Death

Detestation within the heart, grief shortens life.

Eventually, forced by him, she vomited blood and died.

This is the outco of her love for him.

So tragic, how could she still dare to look back?

The word ’death’ was carelessly uttered by her, causing Lu Ziyuan’s eyes to suddenly darken.

"You didn’t die from excessive grief nor from heartache," touching upon the most painful mory in his heart, his hand trembled uncontrollably on the desk, a hoarse sound erging from his throat.

"You died from poisoning..." He couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbing her hand, "it’s still my fault, I didn’t warn you to beware of Lu Xiyao, letting you fall into her trap."

Lu Xiyao!

"She poisoned ?" Xie Wanqing was utterly shocked, montarily forgetting to break free from his touch, thinking deeply, her eyes gradually widening, "Was it that bracelet?"

"Yes," Lu Ziyuan nodded gently, "it was that bracelet."

He squeezed her rigid fingertips to comfort her, "Don’t be afraid, I have already made her pay, those who hurt you won’t have good outcos."

"Impossible," Xie Wanqing shook her head repeatedly, unable to accept the reality, she asked blankly: "Why would she harm ? I treated her like a sister, never offending her, without any conflict of interest, what reason does she have to want my life!"

She and Lu Xiyao were once close friends sharing secrets under the covers, even though later on she didn’t know why the other harbored undisguised malice toward her, she couldn’t believe Lu Xiyao would truly want to kill her.

Young won from noble families, the cruelest ans they’ve seen were rely punishnt to servants, wouldn’t readily resort to poisoning and killing...

Lu Ziyuan tightly held her hand, his eyes reddened as he forced a mocking smile.

"She said she likes ."

"..."

Xie Wanqing stared blankly at him, her mind exploding with a ’boom’.

"Absurd!" She exclaid in shock, standing up, "She’s your own sister!"

"Yes, truly absurd!" Lu Ziyuan felt no better, he grinded his teeth and said: "But this is the fact Lu Xiyao admitted herself, shortly after our marriage, she discovered I wasn’t born into the Lu Family."

He had already eliminated all foreseeable crises in advance.

He had guarded against jealous household won who might harbor ill will, but his precaution was directed at the won of the second branch.

He never would have imagined that the younger sister he viewed as his own would, for such an absurd reason, be manipulated by a villain to harm his Wanwan’s life.

Prior to this, he hadn’t noticed any clues.

"That bracelet hid the Western Regions’ secret poison, Seven Heart Attraction, seeping through the skin into the flesh, rging into the organs, besides making you unable to eat or sleep peacefully, there were no other symptoms, so from the pulse, it could only diagnose grief."

The bracelet had the Western Regions’ secret poison.

She wore it night and day, under Lu Xiyao’s influence, for more than a month.

Therefore, the cause of her death wasn’t excessive grief, those days of prolonged illness not improving from catching a cold weren’t due to heartache either.

Rather, it was because the poison of Seven Heart Attraction had penetrated the organs deeply, tornting her so she couldn’t eat or sleep well, making her body weak, skin and bones, just a breath away from death.

That breath was precisely what he gave.

The scene of her spewing blood and never waking again, was the nightmare Lu Ziyuan encountered every ti he closed his eyes over five years.

Driven mad by the thought, he wished to die with hatred.

The heartache was thus left.

This ailnt seed to have awakened along with the revival of mories.

Lu Ziyuan’s face turned ghostly pale from pain, but his gaze fixated on her, unwilling to blink, his pupils faintly blazing crazed fervor.

He also stood, leaning closer, softly coaxing her, "Don’t be upset, I’ve made those who bullied you pay."

Overwheld by too much information, Xie Wanqing felt a bit dazed, yet instinctively retreated when he approached.

Hearing his words, she hesitated, then sneered, "What about you?"

She raised her eyes to look at the man before her, "Don’t you think the one most responsible for my death is you?"

Even if what he said was true, he had his helplessness, he had his reasons.

But his indifference to her, his favoritism toward Liu Manrou were undeniable facts in her eyes.

Those harms were solidly inflicted upon her, she watched him elevate another woman, elevate their child.

Watching that woman occasionally flaunt her happiness and sweetness before her.

He gave that other woman everything he could give.