“Xuexue, you must believe me!” Jinlin felt an excruciating pain in his heart. But if he were to obediently leave just like that, he could never rest easy about Yun Qingxue! “Get out!” Yun Qingxue pressed the light blade closer to her skin, and crimson blood immediately seeped from the broken skin.
“Xuexue, don’t do anything reckless—I’ll leave!” Jinlin turned away, wounded.
“All of you, get out!” Yun Qingxue then shouted sharply at Ziqu Shengjun and the others.
Ziqu Shengjun and the rest still wanted to say something to persuade her, but she pushed the light blade deeper into her skin.
The blood flowed even more freely…
“We’re leaving! Don’t do anything rash!” Yun Ye panicked, quickly stepping back toward the door as he spoke.
The others had no choice but to retreat slowly as well.
“Senior Brother Changxing!” Yun Qingxue suddenly called out, singling out Mo Changxing.
“Right now, you’re the only one in all of Luoyun Mountain I trust. So… you stay!”
Mo Changxing’s retreating footsteps immediately halted.
Yun Ye, Ziqu Shengjun, and the others secretly sighed in relief—they were truly afraid that if Yun Qingxue stayed alone to guard Feng Zihuang, something terrible might happen.
Now that Qingxue had asked Mo Changxing to stay, they could leave with slightly less worry. Everyone cast pleading glances at Mo Changxing.
“All of you, get out now!” Yun Qingxue urged again, her emotions flaring.
Fearing she might harm herself again, the others swiftly exited the room.
The once-crowded chamber was now empty except for Mo Changxing, Yun Qingxue, and the unconscious Feng Zihuang lying on the bed.
The light blade in Yun Qingxue’s hand vanished in an instant. She gazed quietly at Mo Changxing, then suddenly knelt before him.
“Qingxue!” Mo Changxing was startled and immediately stepped forward to help her up.
“Don’t move, Senior Brother!” Yun Qingxue snapped, stopping him in his tracks.
Afraid she might harm herself again, Mo Changxing had no choice but to freeze in place.
“Listen to me…”
As Mo Changxing stopped, Yun Qingxue’s voice softened.
“I don’t know when I started falling for Zihuang, but I know I love him—deeply!
Now that he’s been poisoned, if anything happens to him…
I’ll die with him!”
“Qingxue, you—” Mo Changxing’s heart clenched.
“Senior Brother!” Yun Qingxue cut him off. “Don’t say anything yet—just listen.
I love Zihuang and am willing to live and die with him.
But Zihuang’s identity is anything but ordinary.
He is the king of the Feather Clan. If he truly dies here in Luoyun Mountain, the Feather Clan will never let this go!
I believe Jinlin didn’t poison Zihuang, but the Feather Clan won’t. They’ll only seek vengeance for him! When that happens, war will inevitably break out between the Water Clan and the Feather Clan, Luoyun Mountain and the Feather Clan, even the Demon Clan and the Feather Clan—countless lives will be lost!
Master, Senior Brother, Jinlin, even Elder Yun Ye—all of you have shown me immense kindness.
You helped and protected me when I was at my most desperate, and I’ve never forgotten that.
So, I can’t stand by and watch the Feather Clan and all of you tear each other apart over this!
I believe this is also something Zihuang would never want to see…
So…”
Yun Qingxue’s clear eyes fixed on Mo Changxing as she said, “I want you to help me, Senior Brother—pin the blame for Zihuang’s poisoning entirely on me!”
“Impossible!” Mo Changxing was stunned and rejected the idea without hesitation.
“Senior Brother! If Zihuang survives, I believe he won’t let this escalate into war between Luoyun Mountain and the Feather Clan.
But if he dies, the enraged Feather Clan will!
Besides, if anything happens to Zihuang, what meaning would my life have?
I’m willing to die with him…
By taking the blame, I’d fulfill Zihuang’s duty as king to protect his people and honor my gratitude to all of you—and to him.
So… please, help me!”
“Fulfill your wishes?” Mo Changxing’s eyes darkened like an unfathomable ocean, turbulent and ready to swallow everything in its path.
He looked at Yun Qingxue and said slowly, “You want me to fulfill your wishes, but who will fulfill mine—and Master’s?
Qingxue, can’t you see how much we care about you?
How can you be so selfish? You’re willing to die with Feng Zihuang, willing to shoulder the blame for his poisoning…
You think you’re being noble—loyal to your love while protecting your sect and Jinlin.
But have you ever considered how we’d feel if something happened to you?”
“Senior Brother, there’s no perfect solution. Precisely because you’ve already done so much for me… I can’t let any of you come to harm!”
“I won’t help you!” Mo Changxing stared at her, his body tense, ready to restrain her at any moment.
“Senior Brother.” Petals began swirling around Yun Qingxue.
Mo Changxing didn’t dare act rashly—he knew that even if Yun Qingxue wasn’t as strong as him, she could still use those petals to end her life before he could stop her.
“If you won’t help me, then leave. I’ll handle the rest myself.” Yun Qingxue lowered her gaze slightly and coldly dismissed him.
Mo Changxing watched as the petals danced around her, creating a tragically beautiful scene—as if she might vanish with them at any moment…
Never to return.
Maintaining her stance of readiness to take her own life, Yun Qingxue moved to the bedside.
Feng Zihuang, still poisoned, had unknowingly opened his eyes and was staring at her in confusion.
“Zihuang, come with me. Qingxue will save you. If I can’t… I’ll die with you.” Yun Qingxue bent over Feng Zihuang, her tender gaze filled with a resolve that embraced death.
After a moment of hesitation, Feng Zihuang finally managed to utter a single word: “Okay.”
Yun Qingxue smiled faintly and reached to help him up.
“I’ll do it.” Mo Changxing’s pained voice cut through the air.
Yun Qingxue paused and turned to look at him.
“I’ll do it. If anything happens to the Feather King, I’ll place all the blame on you.” Meeting her doubtful gaze, Mo Changxing repeated his words, his expression dark and brooding.
A faint black mist seemed to swirl around him, heavy and oppressive.
“Really?” Yun Qingxue still seemed uncertain.
“Really. I swear on the entire Demon Clan! But I have one condition.” Mo Changxing’s voice was firm.
“What condition?” she asked.
“The Feather King is still alive—let Master in to treat him.”
“Fine.” Yun Qingxue agreed readily but added her own demand: “But Jinlin absolutely cannot come in!”
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