She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 363 - 362 Actually, The Person Who Should Die Most is You

Chapter 363: Chapter 362 Actually, The Person Who Should Die Most is You

Separated by a heavy city gate.

Yan Wanqing knelt on the ground, seeing blood seeping from inside the city to the outside of the gate.

She could even see how that vicious group was stabbing Piji’s body relentlessly to vent their anger.

There was nothing she could do.

At this moment...

Agony and self-reproach surged in her heart; she stared fixedly at the lion-shaped door knocker on the city gate: "...just how powerful must one become to protect all those one wishes to protect?"

She had come to the Northern Border solely to save Huai Yu.

But why, in the end, had Huai Yu still died...

Was it truly because she was too arrogant?

Tears pooled in her eyes, and she fiercely rose from the ground, pushing hard against the city gate.

She wasn’t willing to accept this.

Xiao Pingfeng held her tightly from behind: "...Wanwan, it’s not your fault."

"This isn’t your fault; you did everything you could."

Yan Wanqing clenched her fists and pounded at the city gate, unable to stop her tears: "...Piji is inside, Piji he..."

She wept bitterly, her face flush with red, overwhelmed by her emotions beyond self-control.

Xiao Pingfeng knew this couldn’t go on, so he raised his hand and struck the back of her neck, then caught her steadily as she fainted.

He turned and looked deeply at the tightly closed city gate, realizing that the group outside still couldn’t open it, which showed just how resolved Piji was inside.

With his own flesh and blood, he had protected his master, Yan Wanqing.

Xiao Pingfeng would keep this act of loyalty in his heart.

He would make everyone inside that gate pay the price they owed!

"Take this and go next door to call five thousand troops." Xiao Pingfeng’s expression was grim as he tossed his waist token to his subordinate: "If you’re not back in three days, you’d better come back with their heads!"

Having said that, he carried Yan Wanqing and without looking back, mounted Hei Yun and departed.

The others gathered Cong Ge and Yan Lingzhen onto horses and followed closely behind.

Dawn.

The person in the bed was sleeping restlessly, drenched in cold sweat.

She struggled to open her peach-blossom-shaped eyes, stretching her hands into the air, and sat up.

"Huai Yu—!"

A warm embrace from behind held her in its arms.

Xiao Pingfeng had not left all night; he had been watching over Yan Wanqing.

"I’m here! Wanwan, don’t be afraid, it’s all over..."

"...All over?" Yan Wanqing murmured to herself, then suddenly shook her head again. "It’s not over, this matter is far from finished!"

She turned around, threw her arms around Xiao Pingfeng’s neck, and sobbed: "They killed Huai Yu and Piji, as well as so many maids and servants in my residence, Xiao Pingfeng, I want them dead!"

Intense hatred emanated from her eyes; after leaving the Capital City, this was the first time her emotions had become so aggressive, coming on so fiercely and violently.

A broad palm soothed her from behind, the voice made huskily low from a night without sleep.

"Okay."

He wholeheartedly supported her decision.

"I have already summoned troops from the nearby cities, and I will not tolerate these treacherous officials and rebels!" Xiao Pingfeng was already entertaining the idea of slaughtering the city.

The entire Northern Border’s nobility had actually banded together to force Yan Wanqing to her death, all for those illusory mines and wealth—such a thought was beyond his wildest imagination.

It was just too arrogant, a complete disregard for the law of the land!

"You mustn’t act rashly, I need to plan carefully for this matter. For all those who died in the Northern Border City, I must seek justice for each one of them! And the Angel Envoy, during the chaos, he took Shen Shuyun. Our grudge with Song Huaxu and the Radiant Church must be settled sooner or later."

Yan Wanqing touched her belly with one hand, her eyes filled with schemes and considerations: "As long as the Radiant Church exists, the people will not have peace, and the world will not be stable. I do not want our child to be born into such danger."

Xiao Pingfeng looked at her belly and reached over to press his hand onto the back of hers, holding the person in his arms tightly.

He was grateful that he arrived in time, so at this moment, he could still hold her close.

If anything were to happen to Yan Wanqing and the child again,

Xiao Pingfeng would never forgive himself in this lifetime.

The rain had stopped.

All was silent within the Northern Border City.

Everyone had gathered in the front hall of the Marquis Residence.

Wu Zhen and Huai Min sat facing each other, expressionless.

"...What should we do now?" Yan Wanqing had left alive.

All those involved in this affair could hardly eat or sleep.

Given this woman’s relentless nature, it was feared that there would be no peace in the Northern Border again.

"The people we sent have disappeared without a trace, and now we have no idea where they’ve gone or how they escaped." Huai Min had aged overnight, his hair turned white, and his voice had become weak and breathless.

To send off the white-haired for the black-haired—he had sons and daughters and could have enjoyed the happiness of family.

But now... he had become the most pitiable and lonely person.

Huai Min had not wanted to get involved again, but he couldn’t withstand the Elder’s pressure and had to sit here with difficulty.

Looking at Wu Zhen’s face across from him, he felt so disgusted he wanted to vomit.

The Second Master shifted his gaze to the floor and shared his thoughts: "I don’t want to deal with this anymore, you can use my people and my money as you see fit, but please don’t come looking for me in the future. I just want to find a remote forest to end my days."

This was his most sincere thought.

He had lost all desire for revenge.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhen cursed: "Spineless coward, both of your children were killed by Yan Wanqing, yet you think neither of avenging them nor taking your own life. How can you face them?!"

The Second Master took the curse quietly, his decrepit face remaining calm.

But his hand gripping the teacup still trembled slightly.

Thinking the Second Master had been cowed by her words, Wu Zhen stood up and surveyed the room: "As long as Yan Wanqing is not dead, we must not let our guard down. Only with her death can the Northern Border return to its former harmony."

"Former harmony?" The Second Master downed the tea in his cup and laughed mockingly: "When was it ever harmonious?

"Wasn’t it always a struggle between you and me, fighting bitterly? Killing one person to bring harmony to the Northern Border? That is nothing but a ludicrous fantasy!" The Second Master slammed his teacup onto the ground with force, and upon raising his head, he was seen with bloodshot eyes, looking very aged and pitiful.

The Second Master glowered at Wu Zhen: "If you hadn’t insisted on suppressing Yan Wanqing, causing all this trouble, how could things have escalated to this point? Now that Huai Yu is dead, you don’t even shed a tear and continue contemplating murder. Do you deserve to be a mother?!"

"You tormented Huai Yu for years—isn’t it known to me if not to the outside world? Now that you’ve finally tormented her to death, are you satisfied? Your actions also led to the death of my children, and now the Marquis Residence is without an heir! Tell me, are you happy?!"

The Second Master looked at Wu Zhen, who still wanted to give orders, and said coldly, "...Actually, the one who should be dead is you, Wu Zhen. Why aren’t you the one to die?"

The shattered teacup lay broken on the ground, its fragments scattered and sharp enough to nick Wu Zhen’s cheek.

She reached out to touch it and then looked at her hand.

"Blood!"