After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Fresh blood spurted out immediately, just like a fallen red plum blossom, spreading on Yang Xuelian's fair face.

The bright crimson color, with a hint of sadistic beauty, is truly enchanting.

This scene happened in the blink of an eye. Jin An felt a pain in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he met Yang Xuelian's light-colored eyes that were cold and sparkling with a strange light.

The lights of fireflies dancing in the sky should have been a beautiful sight as brilliant as the Milky Way, but at this moment, Yang Xuelian looked like a murderous ghost, causing Jin An's pupils to shrink sharply.

"you……"

Jin'an tried hard to pull out the short blade, but Yang Xuelian was incredibly strong, and the pain in her chest made her unable to exert any strength. She could only let the blood flow. The heat in her body was drained, and gradually her bones became as cold as snow.

Feng Qiwu was only stunned for a moment, and finally, he returned to a deep calm.

He stared with his hands behind his back, his eyelashes casting mottled shadows under his eyes, his dark eyes were cold without a trace of warmth, indifferent and treacherous, like an icy sword tempered with cold poison.

Wen Ranyan leaned nonchalantly on one side. She didn't seem surprised to see such a dog-eat-dog scene before her eyes.

She let her long hair curl lazily around her shoulders, her eyes were gentle and her smile was mysterious.

Yang Xuelian's fierce words just now seemed like she was trying to deliberately anger Princess Jin'an.

Is it really as simple as destroying both sides?

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered, and when her bare hands gently rolled her hair, the golden bell on her wrist rang softly, as clear and pleasant as the sound of a bird's cry.

Hearing the crisp sound, Yang Xuelian's eyes did not turn away, still looking at Jin An with a faint expression, and said: "What about me? I just want to put an end to all these evils."

"You hate me so much after hearing the truth. You have locked me here for more than 20 years, so I hate you too. Now that you and I have stabbed each other, it is just the cycle of cause and effect, retribution."

Jin'an's eyes were slightly stunned, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but the unwillingness and hatred in his pupils were so clear that it was a little scary.

The two men lost too much blood and their faces turned pale, like a thin piece of white paper that could be torn by the wind.

The thick smell of blood spread in the cave, and it was so sticky and nauseating.

Yang Xuelian looked directly at the overwhelming hatred in Jin'an's eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and she smiled as beautifully as a poem: "This sin started with us, and now it is ended by us. You see, your child also thinks it should be like this. Otherwise, with his ability, how could he let the short blade in my hand pierce your heart?"

"Jin'an, your child hates you. Even if you die, this hatred cannot be eliminated..."

Yang Xuelian's voice was like a devil's sound, piercing through Jin'an's eardrums.

Jin'an's pupils shrank sharply when she heard that. For a moment, she didn't care about the pain in her wound and looked straight towards Feng Qiwu. Through the sky full of fireflies, their eyes met again.

Feng Qiwu was as cold as ice, with a face full of sarcasm and ferocity.

Jin'an's face was pale, her eyes were startled, and her tearful eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of words, including regret, remorse, a mother's tenderness for her child, and a little bit of longing before death.

She looked at Feng Qiwu's eyebrows and eyes, which were similar to hers, and tears welled up in her eyes.

It silently slid down her eyes and meandered down her cheeks. Jin'an felt a deep pain in her heart, as if it was being stabbed by a knife. It hurt so much that she was about to suffocate, but her feelings were clear and distinct.

This is the child she gave birth to. He has been smart, well-behaved and sensible since birth. He never causes any worries to his family no matter what he learns or does.

But I don't know when she became so afraid and cruel to her own child.

Without asking any questions, she believed the slander and accused her child of a heinous crime. Feng Qiwu was just a half-grown child at that time. How confused, heartbroken, scared and helpless must he have been?

She is guilty and she deserves to die.

She is not fit to be a mother...

Jin'an stretched out his hand weakly towards Feng Qiwu, the desire in his eyes growing stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to grab something or gain something from it.

But Feng Qiwu's eyes were still as cold as ice, making people shudder.

Jin'an's chest was shaking, and a feeling of grief filled her body and mind, making her unable to sleep until she was on the verge of death. Her hands were frozen in mid-air, and she was crying and laughing at the same time, with a desolate and empty look in her eyes.

If she had not been greedy and imprisoned Yang Xuelian here, or if she had trusted her child more and asked more questions, would the outcome have been different?

How harmonious and loving their family must be, making others envious?

If I could start over again...

But everything in the world has its destiny, and she must pay for the evil she has done. All these things that come back to her are beautiful illusions, all delusions, cause and effect, and the bitter fruit will be borne.

But she hasn't taken a good look at the child yet.

Whether she hated him or resented him, she just wanted to compensate this poor child, but she no longer had this opportunity.

"child……"

"Sorry……"

Jin'an tried hard to open her eyes wide, as if she wanted to engrave Feng Qiwu's appearance deeply into her mind, but due to excessive blood loss, she felt cold all over and her strength was diminished.

Gradually, her hands fell down weakly, but her eyes were still staring in Feng Qiwu's direction until her death, until the focus faded.

"All the grudges are finally over..." Yang Xuelian sneered and murmured. He looked in the direction of Jin'an, and gradually closed his eyes, without breathing.

The blood dripped onto his silver-white hair, like a blossoming red plum, enchanting and beautiful, yet filled with the aura of death.

Feng Qiwuduan looked at the direction where the two people were heading to their deaths. Her dark phoenix eyes were frozen with cold frost, like the full bloom of the moon, gorgeous and beautiful yet mixed with a bit of silent loneliness.

Long time ago, he vowed to make these people pay the price, but when he saw them dying in front of him, he did not feel any pleasure in his heart, but instead felt a little depressed.

He liked to see people begging for mercy, liked blood, and liked to kill people with his own hands, rather than crying and wandering around like in the storybook, full of sorrow and regret, with boredom all over the place.

Absolutely boring.

Feng Qiwu's expression was uncertain. He walked over indifferently with his hands behind his back, wanting to find out whether the two men were dead or not. But as soon as he took a step, he saw a ray of fire rising up, which instantly wrapped up the bodies of Yang Xuelian and Jin'an.

The bright orange flames carried a destructive force. Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows and stopped unconsciously.

The golden bell on Wen Ranyan's wrist rang softly, and her face became even more charming in the firelight. She asked in a low voice, "Why did the fire start out of nowhere?"

Feng Qiwu was surrounded by a layer of brilliant light. He lowered his eyes, his brows coldly smiling: "Maybe it's the method of you Miao people, turning into ashes after death to prevent others from destroying the body."

Wen Ranyan looked at the flames in the sky, her eyes dim, and she smiled without saying a word.

After looking for a while, she finally retracted her gaze and looked at Feng Qiwu and said, "Feng Qiwu, are you okay after what happened just now?"

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and looked at her. The depression between his brows had long been dissipated by the wind. His eyebrows were deep, and there was a hint of a faint smile on his face. He spoke slowly.

"If I don't feel well, how can you comfort me?"