However, on the return journey, Yun Ge seed to have a premonition and, taking Liang Zhichen by surprise, knocked him unconscious. When Liang Zhichen woke up and went to look for Yun Ge again, he found that Yun Ge and the Eighty Thousand Souls were already lying dead across the land.
Recalling the conversation between the Dajin Gu Woman, Miao Qing, and Charles earlier, Dong Huiying felt a shiver down her spine.
Could it be that the deaths of Yun Ge and those eighty thousand people were the work of Miao Qing??
As Dong Huiying pondered these matters, Liang Zhichen beside her also appeared to be in a daze.
They had just been hiding on the eaves, the chaos of battle below distracting everyone present with William drawing all attention, so no one looked up, and no one noticed him and Dong Huiying. They watched from atop the tiles.
Witnessing William’s fearless and seemingly resigned deanor, Liang Zhichen felt an overwhelming heartache.
It was as if his heart were weighted by a thousand-pound pull, this heavy burden dragging his heart relentlessly downward. The scene felt eerily familiar to him.
A blurred scene erged in his mind: a woman, stunning and cold, gazing at him as if he were a worthless ant, while he, covered in blood, fought on. When he reached the woman, he was on the brink of collapse.
The woman cursed him as a bastard and said that had she known it would co to this, she should never have spared his life back then.
A storm of wild rage, fury, and hatred surged within him too violently for him to control.
This made him feel intensely oppressed!
Dong Huiying sensitively noticed Liang Zhichen’s emotional change and gently squeezed his hand.
Her small hand was warm, while his fingertips were cold. Slowly, he ca back to his senses and intertwined his fingers with hers.
He held her hand tightly, as if only this could bring him so peace of mind. Without a sound, like when they arrived, they secretively departed Fengya Pavilion.
Matters concerning Charles would be discussed later. Their emotions were too tangled, and Miao Qing’s appearance was like a warning bell ringing in Dong Huiying’s heart.
Of course, before leaving, Dong Huiying left behind a "treasure," believing that as long as Miao Qing did not return, this "treasure" alone would cause Charles great pain.
Even if it wore him down slowly, it would eventually wear Charles to death.
They ca and went without a trace. Coming out of Fengya Pavilion, Liang Zhichen seed distracted. Suddenly, with a turn of his steps, he pulled his wife to a certain place.
Dong Huiying followed him quietly without disturbing him until they finally arrived at a certain spot.
"Is he...is he dead?" Zhichen looked expressionlessly at the man lying solitary on the ground; his gaze was cold, but his words carried a hint of hope.
It was as if so emotion was deeply entrenched in his bones, fernting in the depths of his soul, making him feel deep compassion for this blond, blue-eyed man, even evoking a sense of shared suffering.
Dong Huiying stepped forward and felt William’s pulse, finding it almost imperceptible; his heartbeat seed on the verge of stopping.
Astonishingly, he’d been poisoned with Gu Poison. A normal person would have long perished, but perhaps it was the obsession in his heart at play; his will to live was astonishing.
This very will was sustaining him, preventing him from taking his last breath too soon. Yet, had they arrived a bit later, he likely wouldn’t have lasted.
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