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Chapter 14: Alone and Helpless
In the deep palace, there are no days or nights, and unknowingly another year has passed.
On this day last year, the entire Wen Family was executed, and Wen Qingyu was imprisoned, unaware of where her parents were buried. This year, she could only kneel in a corner of the deep palace, facing the direction of the Wen residence, bowing her head in worship.
One piece of paper money after another was tossed into the roaring fire, turning to ashes.
"Father, Mother, Qing'er is unfilial, causing the downfall of the Wen Family..." Wen Qingyu repented word by word, sobbing uncontrollably. "The thing Qing'er regrets most in this life is meeting Yan Zhi Xi."
Memories flooded back, piercing her heart like a dagger.
At eleven years old, she encountered Yan Zhi Xi in the palace. With just one glance from afar, she fell deeply in love. Knowing he loved ancient texts, she began to read them.
At fourteen, she accidentally overheard her father and the Crown Prince plotting to ambush Fourth Prince Yan Zhi Xi. When Yan Zhi Xi was on the brink of death, she saved him. He promised that one day he would marry her in glory.
At seventeen, she met Yan Zhi Xi again at her friend Wen Ruxue's house, but he had already forgotten their past vows and belonged to another. She silently buried this secret. Half a year later, the Former Emperor passed away, and Yan Zhi Xi ascended to the throne. Unexpectedly, in order to stabilize his reign, he had no choice but to take her as a consort...
At nineteen, Wen Ruxue's scheming and Yan Zhi Xi's ruthlessness caused all her lifelong affections to be in vain.
But no amount of regret could bring back the life of her beloved.
"Oh, which lowly servant is here wailing? It turns out to be my sister."
Wen Ruxue stepped on a ground covered with dry leaves and approached gracefully. Dressed in luxurious garments embroidered with colorful butterflies playing among flowers, she appeared radiant and charming.
Wen Qingyu wiped away her tears and turned to leave.
She was tired and only wanted to live out her remaining days peacefully without attracting any trouble. But Wen Ruxue was determined not to let her be.
"Sister, why did you leave? I haven't finished speaking yet," Wen Ruxue blocked her path.
Wen Qingyu remained silent.
Wen Ruxue's eyes glinted with malice as she spoke venomously, "Do you think that just because the Emperor favored you twice, he has feelings for you? Don't be ridiculous. The Emperor only sees you as a tool for his desires. The one he loves is me alone."
Wen Qingyu lowered her gaze, "I will remember the lessons taught by Your Highness and will not dare to forget."
"You..."
Wen Qingyu's calm words made her seem unreasonable.
Wen Ruxue gritted her teeth in hatred, paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled wickedly, "Don't be in such a hurry; I have some good news to tell you."
Wen Qingyu's elegant brows slightly furrowed; whatever Wen Ruxue considered good news was certainly not something she would find joyful.
Wen Ruxue caught the brief stiffness in Wen Qingyu and cleared her throat: "Last night while I was reading with the Emperor in the Imperial Study, a spy reported that they found the whereabouts of your second brother."
Wen Qingyu abruptly raised her head, her breath tightening, "What happened to my second brother?"
"He's dead!" Wen Ruxue enunciated each word clearly. "When the guards were pursuing him, he accidentally fell off a cliff; they probably won't even be able to find his remains."
"You lie!" Wen Qingyu screamed in anguish.
"The Emperor... if Wen Zhao hadn't fallen off the cliff, he would have made him taste all kinds of tortures before dying slowly!" Wen Ruxue reveled in the sight of Wen Qingyu's despair. "Now do you understand why you have no value left? The Emperor hasn't killed you yet because he wants you to suffer and die in agony."
Wen Qingyu trembled all over; Wen Ruxue had no intention of letting her off easily.
"You think Wen Xiang would regret giving birth to a jinx like you under Underworld..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Qingyu, covered in ash, suddenly lunged at her, gripping her neck tightly.
Wen Qingyu had lost her sanity, her eyes void of life.
She had only one thought: to make this woman shut up. Just hearing her mention her family made Wen Qingyu feel disgusted.
"Wen Qingyu, let go." Wen Ruxue's face turned pale; it was unbelievable that this woman, already on the brink of death, still had such strength.
As Wen Ruxue rolled her eyes back, just as she was about to lose consciousness, the choking sensation around her throat disappeared.
Yan Zhi Xi kicked Wen Qingyu several feet away. Wen Qingyu clutched her chest and coughed up a mouthful of dark blood.
As her senses returned, she suddenly burst into laughter.
Wen Ruxue was right; she was indeed a jinx, causing the deaths of everyone in the Wen Family. Now even her only relative...
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