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"Get lost!" Fu Yihang shouted, swinging his long sleeves, causing Yun Ran to tumble to the ground.
Yun Ran crawled back to Fu Yihang's feet, suddenly hugging his legs and crying uncontrollably, "Brother Fu, look at me, look at me! I am Yun Ran. You promised to marry me. Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten?"
"You shameless wretch!" Fu Yihang struggled to pull his long leg away and mercilessly kicked Yun Ran in the chest. "Don't think I don't know what you've done over the years in the Yun Family and the Fu Family. That 'Root Out the Weeds' method originally came from your mouth," he said with red eyes, as if he wanted to skin Yun Ran alive. "You served my father and mother, and Aunt, letting me marry Seventh Sister first, then personally harming my own woman. Yun Ran, you are truly vicious. But what do you think you are? My father and mother are just using you. They are waiting for Yun Kexin to die so they can dispose of you together. You foolish wretch still think you're valuable, don't you?!"
Yun Ran's eyes widened in shock. How could this be possible? The Fu Family had clearly promised that although the Yun Clan was guilty, she was not to be punished. And she was infatuated with the Heir Apparent; if she served Fu Yihang well, she would eventually become the Consort Heir of Han Wangfu. Thus, she often ran back and forth between the two families, dreaming of being the Consort Heir, only to realize in the end that she was nothing more than a mere dog of the Fu Family, even a rag that could be discarded at any moment.
"No, no! Mother wouldn't lie to me," Yun Ran cried out like a shrew. "Brother Fu, I know you don't like me, but you can't slander me like this."
"Yun Kexin is dead; I have every intention of killing now. What does it matter if I slander a few people?" Fu Yihang laughed maniacally. "Yun Ran, I'm going to make you pay for this!"
Yun Ran stepped back in terror, trying to escape from the bridal chamber by crawling and rolling away, but Fu Yihang got ahead of her. With a bang, he closed the door and then dragged Yun Ran back into the room. He walked over to the table, poured a glass of wine, and brought it to Yun Ran, forcing her to drink.
"No! Heir Apparent, I... I won't drink," Yun Ran trembled like a person suffering from a cold, her lips quivering. "This... this... I don't... ah!"
Yun Ran's tightly closed mouth had to open wide as her throat was suddenly grabbed by Fu Yihang.
"No! Heir Apparent! Spare me... spare my life..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yihang had already poured the poisoned wine into her mouth and forced her to swallow it all. Before long, Yun Ran fell to the ground in agony, her suffering worse than that of Yun Kexin.
He kicked her a few times in anger before walking over to sit by the bed.
"Yun Kexin, now no one is disturbing us," Fu Yihang suddenly shifted from his frenzied state to one of numbness as he began unbuttoning Yun Kexin's clothes one by one. "We'll consummate our marriage; you won't feel cold anymore, okay..."
Just then, the door was kicked open with great force. Fu Yihang was taken aback and turned around to see a tall figure rushing in like lightning.
"Stop! You beast of the Fu Family!" The graceful young man drew his sword and swiftly cut off the hair on top of Fu Yihang's head. "You destroyed the Yun Clan and now you come to desecrate the women you have harmed. Behold my sword!"
As he spoke, a wound was sliced across Fu Yihang's neck, blood gushing out.
"Feng Yinxiao, I know you are Feng Yinxiao," Fu Yihang gasped through intense pain, his breath weak. "Please bury me with her. In the next life, I want to atone for my sins to her."
"You poisoned her and now you want to be buried together? You don't deserve it!" Feng Yinxiao was furious, unleashing a flurry of deadly strikes at Fu Yihang's head, neck, and abdomen. "I will make sure you have no face to meet her in your next life!"
Fu Yihang died! Feng Yinxiao stepped forward to adjust Yun Kexin's clothing, picked her up, and rushed out towards the outskirts of the city to the back mountain where the Yun Clan had been executed in public, where he had "collected the bodies."
He still remembered the scene when he arrived at the execution ground—blood everywhere and cries echoing through the sky. Only Yun Ke looked at him with pain and resilience as he approached.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng..." Yun Ke reached out his bloodied hand towards him. "Please, please save my sister, Yun Kexin."
Feng Yinxiao squatted down without hesitation, his eyes moist. "I'm sorry. I learned about what happened inside and rushed here as fast as I could, but I was still a step too late. I've bribed people here; soon they will come to take you away."
"My life is worthless," Yun Ke gasped heavily while gripping Feng Yinxiao's hand. "My only sister is getting married today. I'm worried there might be a plot. You must go quickly."
"Getting married?" Feng Yinxiao's expression changed slightly. "Who is Miss Yun Kexin marrying?"
"Han Wangfu's Heir Apparent, Fu Yihang," Yun Ke spat out through clenched teeth. "They grew up together... I'm sorry; I once hoped my sister would like Brother Feng instead, but alas—"
"Don't say that; fate is predetermined. Perhaps Miss Yun Kexin and I are not meant to be," Feng Yinxiao forced a smile but suddenly realized something. "Wait, is Miss Yun Kexin in danger?"
Yun Ke struggled to analyze: "I don't know; it's just that this time the Fu Family has framed me, implicating everyone in the Yun Clan. I'm worried they won't let Seventh Sister go. The marriage is just a facade... Feng Yinxiao, I beg you not to ask anything else; just go to Han Wangfu first, quickly."
"Alright, I'm going."
Feng Yinxiao stood up, quietly instructed his companions, and then hurried on his way. The vegetable market was quite a distance from the Han Wangfu, and on the way, he encountered a crowd of people stirred up by sympathy for the Yun family. They had been noisy for a long time and had not dispersed. He finally managed to squeeze through the crowd.
When he arrived, he unexpectedly heard a quarrel between Fu Yihang and Yun Ran. Anger surged in him, and he kicked open the door...
When Feng Yinxiao appeared at the outskirts of the city holding Yun Kexin's lifeless body in front of Yun Ke, Yun Ke cried out in anguish, cursing the Fu family as treacherous villains who deserved a terrible fate. Three days later, the Yun family, whose bodies were torn apart, bled to death. Feng Yinxiao personally buried them, lying next to Yun Kexin.
As night deepened, Feng Yinxiao still stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the cliff, pondering quietly. He looked up to see the innocent and unpretentious smile of Yun Kexin, which he had only known for a short time.
At that moment, he saw her deep affection for Fu Yihang, obedient to his every word. He knew he had no chance but kept her deeply hidden in his heart.
At that time, the Duke of Yan's residence was occupied by his uncle and stepmother. His biological parents were brutally murdered by this pair of scoundrels, leaving him burdened with deep affection and unable to care for her. He volunteered to go beyond the pass until he heard about Yun Ke's disaster and rushed back overnight but still couldn't prevent the tragedy: although he avenged himself by beheading his uncle, stepmother, and half-siblings, he helplessly watched his friend and beloved woman die tragically. This left a huge void in his heart.
"Yun Kexin, in this life, we are fated to be apart. In the next life, I want to be your only flower protector."
Feng Yinxiao thought and murmured as he leaped into the abyss... His expression was incredibly calm. (To be continued)
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