She struggled to lift her arm, her fingers brushing against Gu Qianying's chin.
Looking at Gu Qianying's stunningly beautiful face, Wu Yao'er offered a genuine smile, "Xing'er... I'm sorry... for making you... suffer..."
In the distance.
Seeing Wu Yao'er's raven hair turn white.
Tian Ji Wu Chang's lips curved into a faint smile. He tossed the long sword in his hand onto the ground.
He closed his eyes.
The leader of the black-clothed figures confronting him thrust his sword into Tian Ji Wu Chang's abdomen.
Tian Ji Wu Chang did not resist, which somewhat shocked the leader of the black-clothed figures.
As he withdrew his sword and raised it again to stab towards Tian Ji Wu Chang's chest.
A surge of power struck him.
The leader of the black-clothed figures was sent flying back, crashing into a stone pillar opposite, sliding down, tilting his head, falling to the ground, and instantly losing his life.
Tian Ji Wu Chang looked back, seeing Gu Qianying holding Wu Yao'er.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Kneeling on one knee, he then used one hand to support himself on the ground, forcing himself up, dragging his unsteady body, and walking step by step towards Gu Qianying.
He knelt down and took Wu Yao'er, who was lying in Gu Qianying's arms, into his own embrace.
Lowering his gaze, he patiently tidied Wu Yao'er's messy white hair.
The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth dripped onto Wu Yao'er's white hair, staining a small portion of it red.
Watching Tian Ji Wu Chang hold Wu Yao'er with such a devoted expression.
Gu Qianying had many questions, but at this moment, she suddenly didn't want to ask them anymore.
She just wanted to cherish this moment of peace between Tian Ji Wu Chang and her aunt.
Their private moment, she would guard and watch silently.
With few black-clothed figures remaining, they saw that only Gu Qianying was left and approached her, swords raised.
Gu Qianying's cold eyes lifted, and with a wave of her palm, power erupted.
The remaining three or four black-clothed figures were all sent flying back, falling to the ground dead.
After tidying the attire and appearance of his beloved in his arms, he took out the Demon Token hidden on his person and threw it into Gu Qianying's hand.
"This item... is returned to you. It should belong to you."
The glowing Demon Token was stained with a small amount of blood, its color seeming to have deepened.
Gu Qianying looked at the Demon Token in her hand and then looked up at Tian Ji Wu Chang.
"Who am I truly?"
This was a question she had wanted to ask for a long time.
They said she was Duan Xing'er, but she was clearly Gu Qianying, the child of the Gu family. How could she be Duan Xing'er?
Her brother was clearly Gu Yefeng, so how could he be Duan Xifeng?
There were too many things she couldn't accept.
What was her true background?
Tian Ji Wu Chang looked at her.
Suddenly.
The entrance to the underground palace opened.
Nangong Mo, Du Chun, Nangong Li, Lora Yata, and the Flood Dragon A Mu rushed in.
Tian Ji Wu Chang looked at the people entering. He saw someone among them, his body trembled, and his pupils widened abruptly.
He turned back, holding the person in his arms with one hand, and with the other, he painfully raised his hand, reaching out towards Gu Qianying, as if he had something to say to her.
Seeing this, Gu Qianying quickly walked to Tian Ji Wu Chang and crouched down.
He mustered all his strength, raising his hand to grip Gu Qianying's sleeve, wanting her to come closer.
Gu Qianying leaned forward, bringing her ear closer.
Tian Ji Wu Chang opened his mouth, his voice very faint.
"Don't... believe... him (her)... Don't believe... him (her)!"
The word "him (her)" was emphasized heavily.
"Don't believe who?"
Gu Qianying frowned, pressing for an answer.
She didn't understand who the "him (her)" in Tian Ji Wu Chang's mouth was.
Who did he not want her to believe?
Tian Ji Wu Chang's fingers slowly slipped down, and he finally closed his eyes.
Gu Qianying looked at him, then suddenly looked up at the approaching group.
Nangong Mo, her husband; Nangong Li, Du Chun, Lora Yata, these were all her friends; the Flood Dragon A Mu was her contracted beast, incapable of betraying her.
So... who was it that she shouldn't believe?
Who was the one pretending in front of her?
And should she believe Tian Ji Wu Chang's words?
And was she truly Duan Xing'er?
Too many questions filled her heart.
"Qianying!"
A sudden embrace brought her back to her senses.
She turned her head and met Nangong Mo's affectionate gaze.
"Qianying, are you alright? Are you injured?"
Nangong Mo examined Gu Qianying from head to toe, showing great concern.
Sensing that Gu Qianying was unharmed, Nangong Mo finally relaxed.
At this moment, Gu Qianying's complexion was radiant, her face flushed, her red hair cascaded down, and her purple eyes held a cold glint.
Bewitching, enchanting.
An aura emanated from her entire being, impossible to ignore.
"Qianying, you..."
Sensing that Gu Qianying was different from before, Nangong Mo was quite surprised.
At the same time, he also saw the dead black-clothed figures present.
Had a battle taken place?
Nangong Mo then carefully examined Gu Qianying again, confirming that she was safe and unharmed.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Du Chun, Nangong Li, and the others also noticed the change in Gu Qianying.
They all looked at her.
Among them, Lora Yata, the most curious, spoke first, "Qianying, what happened here? Why is Tian Ji Wu Chang dead? And why are there black-clothed figures here? Who are they?"
Lora Yata asked many questions.
Gu Qianying did not respond to any of them.
She instructed the Flood Dragon A Mu to properly bury the remains of Tian Ji Wu Chang and her aunt.
A Mu complied.
After finding Gu Qianying, Nangong Mo and the others descended the mountain together.
During the journey, Gu Qianying said she was tired, and Nangong Mo opened his arms, "Wife, I'll carry you back."
Gu Qianying remained silent, walked over, and allowed Nangong Mo to pick her up.
Leaning in Nangong Mo's embrace, Gu Qianying fell asleep shortly after.
All the way, Nangong Mo carefully held her.
Nangong Li and Lora Yata continued their playful banter, creating a lively atmosphere.
Du Chun followed behind silently, occasionally glancing at the back of Nangong Mo's head.
After descending the mountain, Lu Zhu was the first to receive the news and quickly instructed people to prepare the best guest rooms.
The tired group retired to their respective rooms to rest.
Lora Yata and Nangong Li shared a room.
The Flood Dragon A Mu, Meng Yi, and Du Chun shared another room.
Upon hearing of Du Chun's return, Meng Xiangxiang brought freshly made pastries to visit him.
She placed the delicious pastries down and then put the men's robes she had urgently made over the past two days by the bedside before leaving with her maid.
She didn't want to disturb Young Master Du when he was tired.
Gu Qianying slept for a full two days.
During these two days, Nangong Mo stayed by her side.
Two days later, she woke up.
"Wife, you're awake. Come, quickly get up and eat something."
Seeing Gu Qianying awake, Nangong Mo quickly instructed Meng Yi to bring the stomach-warming porridge.
He sat in front of Gu Qianying, holding a porcelain bowl, and fed her mouthful by mouthful.
When Gu Qianying wanted to get out of bed, Nangong Mo squatted down to help her put on her shoes and socks.
"Want to go for a walk?"
Nangong Mo asked, seeing Gu Qianying looking towards the door.
He draped a cloak over Gu Qianying's shoulders and supported her.
Gu Qianying gently pushed his hand away and smiled, "I'm not about to give birth, I'm not this delicate. I can walk myself."
"Alright."
Nangong Mo smiled and pinched Gu Qianying's nose.
Whatever his wife wanted to do, he wouldn't dare to stop her.
The two of them walked out of the room together and into the courtyard.
The sunlight was exceptionally good today.
Standing in the courtyard, Gu Qianying looked up at the willow leaves outside, her thoughts unclear.
Nangong Mo stood by her side, watching her quietly.
Fearing she might get tired standing, he brought her a chair.
"Sister Gu, it's wonderful that Young Master Nangong finally found you."
As she sat in the chair, closing her eyes to enjoy the sunlight, a voice drifted from not far away.
Gu Qianying slowly opened her eyes.
In front of her, Qiu Ling and her maid, dressed in pink, approached.
Gu Qianying remained unmoved, not getting up.
Nangong Mo stood beside Gu Qianying and also paid no attention to Qiu Ling and her maid.
Qiu Ling walked up to Gu Qianying, a friendly smile on her face, her words filled with concern.
"Sister Gu, you don't know, Young Master Nangong was so worried about you, he was almost driven mad searching for you. Fortunately, you are safe and sound, and now Young Master Nangong can finally rest easy."
Qiu Ling smiled, trying to gain favor with Gu Qianying. When she had said enough, she changed the subject, "Look at my memory! That day, Young Master Nangong was in a hurry to find you, Sister Gu, and he accidentally dropped this on the ground. Ling'er picked it up. Today, coincidentally, I'll take this opportunity to return it to Young Master Nangong."
As she spoke, Qiu Ling took out a brocade box and, in front of Nangong Mo and Gu Qianying, slowly opened it...