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There was a small lake in Mu Qing Han's garden, and Mu Qing Han, whose acupuncture points had been sealed, was lying on a small boat on the lake. The lake water had already been lowered by half and was only half a person's height.

Zhao Qingyan slowly went into the water and walked towards the woman who was lying on the side on the boat, step by step. The internal energy quickly flowed away, and the meridians in his entire body felt as if they had been scraped by a blade. However, his heart was already numb, numb to the point that he did not even have the time to pay attention to his own body.

Step by step, walking stiffly.

"Who?" The woman with tears on her face turned her head when she heard the voice and looked at the man who was walking towards her with a bewildered expression.

Her long hair that had long been scattered about her body was disheveled, and the ends that reached her waist were soaked by the lake water. The smoke had turned the robe gray, and it clung to him wet and muddy. One could vaguely see a somewhat delicate and pretty face that had been burnt black. A pair of eyes as black as ink were merciless and without desire, without a bottom to be seen.

"I am Zhao Qingyan." His voice was hoarse but cold. He did not have the modesty that he remembered, nor the warmth that a young man with a gentle smile like the spring breeze in the portrait should have.

Mu Qing Han was dazed for a moment, but she immediately forced herself to ask, "Did you see my father?"

Zhao Qingyan hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "I saw it." Looking at the hope in the young girl's eyes, he ruthlessly broke her expectations. "Please grieve."

"I …" Mu Qing Han seemed to want to sit up, but her acupuncture points were sealed, so she could only stare at Zhao Qing Yan in vain, "I don't believe it!"

Zhao Qingyan did not pay any attention to her. He turned halfway and said softly, "The fire is getting bigger. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to get out." Then, he coldly glanced at the Mu Qinghan who was still unreconciled. "My wangfei, she shouldn't be so delicate and weak, nor should she be so stubborn as to take things for granted. The Marquis could not possibly be alive — you should know that. "

Mu Qinghan's beautiful eyes were filled with rage, "My father's death was all because of you! Furthermore, I am not one of your people, so don't say that I am a wangfei! "

"Yes, the marquis was killed by me, I'm very sorry." Zhao Qingyan smiled indifferently, but there was no happiness in his eyes, "Lady Mu, no matter how much you scold me, it would not change the life and death of the Marquis. I just want to ask you, do you want to leave this place alive, or do you want to stay here and wait for death? "

Mu Qing Han bit her lips and quickly made her decision, "I want to go out and help me remove the acupuncture points."

Zhao Qingyan asked, "If I open your acupuncture points, are you sure you won't hit me a few times?"

Mu Qinghan's eyes were filled with mockery and self-mockery. "As your wangfei, I should make the wisest choice instead of crying and making you hate yourself, right?"

The cold wind of the night fuelled the momentum of the flames. The scorching heat made Mu Qinghan's voice seem exceptionally sharp. Mu Qing Han seemed to have realized that she had lost control of herself, as she pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Zhao Qingyan was also slightly stunned. She bowed slightly and said, "Sorry about that." Then, she undid Mu Qinghan's acupuncture points with her fingers. He didn't ask Mu Qinghan what kind of acupuncture points she had been sealed with, and just used his own thoughts to help her remove them.

Mu Qing Han's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment, but she didn't ask about it. She stretched her body and jumped into the muddy water from the dry boat without Zhao Qingyan's reminder. She crouched down slightly and let the water wet her body before she headed for the shore.

Zhao Qingyan covered her mouth with her hand and coughed a few times as she suppressed her voice at an invisible place. She quietly wiped away the blood on her lips and then lowered her head, allowing the water to wipe off the stains on her hand.

"Zhao..." Young Master. " Mu Qing Han hesitated for a moment, and then looked back at Zhao Qing Yan who had just walked out of the water: "Father, is he over there?" May I go and see him? " His gaze paused on his face for a moment before he turned back and looked at the road that he had come from afar.

Zhao Qingyan stopped walking and did not directly answer, "It's already burned down over there. I can't see it even if I go back. Moreover, it's closer to the exit from here. "

Mu Qing Han smiled bitterly and nodded: "I know, but I want to take one last look at father and consider myself unfilial and guilty." If you can... Will you grant me this request? "

Zhao Qingyan asked calmly, "What if I don't agree?"

Mu Qing Han was startled, then lowered her head: "If Young Noble insists on not agreeing, then forget it. I was too anxious just now, so I couldn't help but ask Young Master to forgive me. " Ying Ying bowed.

Zhao Qingyan looked at her deeply. It was unknown what he was thinking, but after a moment he said: "When the fire is extinguished, I will personally come to collect the Marquis' corpse. If you want to meet, then it won't be too late. "

Mu Qing Han pursed her lips, and didn't say anything unnecessary, but replied softly, "I will just take a glance from afar, Young Master gave me the location, I will just take a look from afar."

"Alright." This time, Zhao Qingyan agreed. He turned around and left.

Mu Qinghan was surprised for a moment before she smiled and said, "Many thanks, Young Master."

"No need to thank me." Zhao Qingyan did not look back. "The betrothal gift has already ended. I do not want to disappoint the people beside my bed for the rest of their lives."

Mu Qinghan stared at his back in a daze. Her nose turned sour for no reason. "Thank you."

From the moment the fire appeared, her father placed her on the boat and then decided to leave, Mu Qinghan understood what had happened.

The annihilation of the clan.

She did not understand who had done it, but she did know that the Mansion of the Trojan Horse was in dire straits.

Zhao Qingyan said that she knew very well that her father could not possibly be alive. This was the truth. The truth was so true that it caused one to feel fear. She didn't blame Zhao Qingyan for saying that, and neither did she blame him for being so direct as to disregard her weak and cold attitude.

The first time she heard the words "my princess consort", Mu Qinghan was very angry and also very sad.

However, upon hearing Zhao Qing's words, "the person below the betrothal gift and the person beside it for the rest of her life", she understood why this person, who was so courteous and gentle like jade in the eyes of everyone, would say such domineering and cruel words.

He wasn't insulting himself, but assuring himself.

Mu Qing Han, whose family had been exterminated, had lost almost all of her family members. She no longer had the qualifications to be a part of the Qi King's household; she was still his wife, Princess Mo.

Rootless duckweed, a home to return to. That was the best promise.

Mu Qinghan had thought that Zhao Qingyan was only willing to marry her because of a simple "the order of a father and mother, that they would be a match for each other". He only accepted himself because he did not meet someone he loved and because he had a beautiful skin and a rich dowry. This seemingly unprofitable marriage was merely the mutual use of two people who barely knew each other.

However, at this marquis' residence that was burned down by the flames, the battered Zhao Qingyan gave her a promise of a family. What else was there to ask for?

"Lady Mu? Lady Mu? "

Mu Qing Han was woken up by Zhao Qing Yan's voice and looked at the corner of the black robe underneath the burning beam. When Mu Qing Han was carried onto the boat, she could clearly see that her father's clothes were made of that kind of fabric.

"Father …" "Father!" The beams were still burning, so how could the people below still be alive? Mu Qing Han, who thought she was prepared for this scene, cried as she weakly knelt on the ground, covering her face with her hands.

Just yesterday, when the betrothal gift entered the mansion, his father was still laughing heartily because of his shyness.

Just yesterday, that little girl, Silk Bamboo, was still playing her own joke.

Just yesterday, the corpses on the ground were still alive, and they were still feeling regret or happy that their young miss was about to leave the pavilion.

And now …

Nothing.

Gone...

"Miss Mu, it's time to leave. We can't wait any longer." A trace of reluctance flashed across Zhao Qingyan's eyes, but she still warned him.

It hadn't even been half an incense stick of time, but it had been a very, very long time since the flames had set off.

Mu Qing Han raised her head to look at him, then weakly nodded and prepared to get up. Her snow-white face was covered in tears, but it was no better than when she was forcefully enduring her grief. It made her heart ache. Her delicate body was on the verge of collapse, but she stubbornly wanted to rely on herself to stand up straight.

Zhao Qingyan let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she had regained her balance. He turned around and continued walking forward.

Neither of them had the energy to care about the other, nor did they want the other to see their own downfall any more. Thus, he turned around and left, waiting for her to catch up to him.

Ah!

Unexpectedly, there was a scream. Zhao Qingyan turned around and saw a pillar that was as thick as a man's waist falling towards Mu Qing Han.

Mu Qing Han looked at the pillar that fell towards her, unable to dodge in time.

Zhao Qingyan was standing five steps away, but there was no time for her to save him.

— —

"Mo'er?" Where's the Young Master? "Where did he go?" The Qi King quickly rushed over, almost running. As a prince, he had completely forgotten about the etiquette. His gaze swept across the crowd, looking for his son.

Zhao Baiyi answered with difficulty, "Seventh Brother rushed in himself. We didn't even have the time to stop him."

The Qi King opened his mouth, as if he wanted to scold her, but stopped his impulse moments before he spoke. He took a deep breath of the burnt air, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes fell on Ran Hao as he asked, "Why didn't you chase after him?"

Ran Hao knelt down and replied in a low voice: "Reporting to Your Highness, this subordinate is stupid, there are many arrays in the residence, this subordinate … "I have no power to find young master." The white clothes on his body were burnt in many places, and even the whole area was stained with smoke. There were also a few minor burns on her bare skin. Obviously, he did his best.

Jiang Wuyan said softly, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "I tried to go in there just now to find him, but the Mansion of the Trojan Horse is covered in layers of array formations and has already lost its original appearance. Other than Yun Mo, who is quite knowledgeable in array formations, no one else can find anyone else."

Qi King nodded his head, his eyes filled with fatigue, "I know, do not blame Hao. But, what about Mo'er? "The fire is already so big, Mo'er's kung fu is so low, and his body …" His two hands clenched into fists, just barely maintaining his calm. The former Qi King, who had sunk into a deathtrap after many bloody battles, could only futilely maintain his calm that he could collapse at any time. If... If Zhao Qingyan could not come out, no one would doubt the possibility that the Qi King had fainted.

Zhuo Yi looked at the reddening sky and asked: "Did Qingyi come in through the main entrance?"

Ran Hao was startled, "Yes, young master was anxious at that time, and went in directly from here."

Zhuo Yi said: "This is the south front door, but the north back door should be closer to Qing Han's garden." He'll probably go out the back? "

Qi Wang suddenly said, "Ah, the fire at the back door is relatively small, and it is also close to Mu Qing Han. He should indeed come out from the back door. "Come, let's go."

Jiang Wuyan and Ran Hao Yu looked at each other and said, "Your Highness and Senior Zhuo, please head over there. Hao Yun and I will wait for you."

The Qi King took a deep breath and nodded, "Then I shall leave this to you. If Mo'er comes out, he will definitely call us over."

Jiang Wuyan said, "Your Highness, don't worry." He looked at the dazed Zhao Boyi and asked, "Where's the crown prince?"

Zhao Baiyi came back to his senses and smiled apologetically, "I'll stay here too."