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  I heard the sound of a dagger piercing skin, as magnificent as torn silk, with a bright and warm red, staining each other's hands.

  Instinctively wanting to scream, the voice was stuck in my throat, like every deep night's nightmare, I could only stare blankly, unable to do anything, not even utter a single syllable.

  The razor-sharp blade of the dagger sank into his body, while the gemstone-encrusted hilt remained in my hand, the icy hard grip leaving a dull ache on my palm.

  Terrified, I wanted to shake him off, but I couldn't. His long and powerful hands were tightly grasping mine. He even smiled at me - "This knife, I'll return what you once gave."

  I was extremely frightened, wanting to pull out my hand, but he held it tightly and wouldn't let go. Afraid of touching his wound, I didn't dare struggle too much, and could only listen to his low, hoarse voice ringing in my ears.

  "At that time, I knew that if it were someone else, there would truly be no chance of survival. So I volunteered to lead the troops, but didn't think that it still wouldn't work out, and it was too late. All I could do was watch as you jumped off the cliff, unable to do anything..."

  His complexion, due to the pain and blood loss, gradually turned pale. His eyes, increasingly dark and profound, suddenly looked up at me quietly: "Qing'er, if I said that Father Emperor started a rebellion, and I didn't know about it beforehand, would you believe me?"

  He didn't even wait for me to respond, and a faint self-mocking smile had already appeared on his lips: "You won't believe it, how can you believe it, because I myself don't even believe... At that time, I wasn't completely unaware of the rumors, but I still had illusions, so I ended up making a huge mistake, and now it's too late to regret."

  I was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment, but before I could react, he had already grasped my hand, exerted a slight force, and pulled out the dagger. I realized what he was about to do and let out a sharp cry.

  "Don't"

  But it was no use, at such a rapid speed, with such an unyielding determination, the warm liquid splashed onto my hand once again.

  It was only for an instant, but I felt the dagger's sharpness with crystal clarity, bit by bit, cutting through his skin, piercing his bones, and then blood flowed out, a crimson splash.

  "This knife, I return it to you now."

  He was still smiling at me, his face as pale as paper, but he insisted on standing firm, holding my hand, looking deep and heavy into my eyes: "Qing'er, forgive me, don't leave me."

  It hurt so much that I just numbly closed my eyes, and in a voice that was barely audible to myself, I whispered: "You can't force me like this."

  He grasped my hand tightly, still refusing to let go: "I just want you to stay by my side."

  Finally, I raised my eyes and looked out into the distance. It was as if everything was right in front of me, yet it seemed like I couldn't see anything at all. I didn't know whether I was speaking to him or to myself, my voice barely above a whisper, so unreal: "You've already gotten what you wanted from this world, I have nothing left, I don't hate you anymore, really, I'm not just being emotional, I just want to leave, I can't forget, the only way for me to move on is to leave... it's the best choice for both of us..."

  "That's enough, I won't let you go!" One of his hands still tightly grasped the hand that held the dagger, while the other hand clutched my shoulder: "The whole world can be yours, I just want you to stay by my side!"

  Tears in my eyes, as if they had their own will, fell uncontrollably. I shook my head repeatedly. His pale face and the bloodstains on my hands were shocking: "Let me go first, or you'll die..."

  He suddenly smiled, with a vast and desolate loneliness: "Is it not that when I seized the throne, the one who died was me? Is everything settled now? Is it not that if I give my life to you, you will forgive me?"

  He grasped my hand and suddenly tightened his grip, the dagger was pulled out again, I struggled desperately with all my might, he finally fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand dropped to the ground.

  Su Xiwen stood behind him and reached out with one hand to catch him: "I hit his sleep acupoint."

  Nan Chengyao's face was deathly pale, his bloodless lips moved slightly, he was trying his best to keep his consciousness clear, but ultimately couldn't.

  Those words had no sound, but I still heard them.

  He said, forgive me. Stay by my side.

  I closed my eyes, and tears poured down.

  I forgive you.

  But can't forget.

  Su Xiuan helped Fan Nan up and laid him flat on the ground, unbuttoned his shirt to examine his wounds, applied medicine, and bandaged them. His movements were quick and steady.

  "Golden needle." He helped Nan Xiangyao sit up again without turning his head and instructed the servant behind him.

  Ling Miao's voice was slightly surprised: "Young Master, what do you want to use the golden needle for? Now that he has taken the 'Nine Profound Jade Dew', his life is no longer in danger, and he can wait until the people who come looking for him take him back!"

  "His heart pulse is injured, although not fatal, it will leave a sequelae in the future, but I can ensure he will be fine with my treatment," Su Xiuzhen quietly turned to me: "Qing'er, you don't owe him anything, from now on, it's truly a clean slate."

  "Golden needle." He instructed Lu Meng again in a soft tone.

  Liu Mo was unable to, and could only take out the jade box. Suddenly, he heavily knelt on the ground: "Young Master, you've just left the pass not long ago. Although Liu Mo's formation needs improvement, I can guarantee that the three of you will be safe. Please let me substitute for you in administering the needle!"

  A blue-clad maid named Lixi, who was following beside her, also knelt down: "Please, young master, allow Limo to do it. I, Lixi, can assist on the side and administer the needle. I'm sure we can ensure that the Third Prince will be safe."

  Su Xiu took over the jade box from Liu Mo's hand with a faint smile: "I'll come myself, let's set up camp."

  Upon hearing this, Wu Mian and Wu Ke could only lower their voices, while the other attendants of Xie Yu Valley had already taken out thick ropes from the saddle bags on their horses and surrounded Su Xiuzhen and Nan Chengyao with them.

  The blue sky is very thick and does not shine through, in fact nothing can be seen.

  However, my gaze remained fixed on the green canopy in front of me, as if I wanted to bore a hole through it.

  Ling Mo noticed my gaze, sneered and coldly said: "If you can't bear to part with him, why make such a fuss? Now that things have come to this point, the prince has done so much for you, could it be that the princess is having second thoughts?"

  I still stared at the blue sky, motionless and speechless, my heart aching to numbness, my body stiff with cold, the air thin.

  "You can't be really regretting it now, can you?"

  "Lingmiao sister!" Lingke hastily pulled her back, saying softly: "Whatever it is, say it quietly. The young master is currently administering medicine and 'Hua Mei Ru Shuang' cannot be disturbed in the slightest."

  Ling Mo's face changed color, he lowered his voice and looked at me with an unprecedented seriousness: "Princess Wang, do you still remember the promise you once made to me?"

  I slowly turned my head to look at her, and she still stared at my eyes without blinking, opening her mouth: "That time you let me help you steal the token, mixed into the heavenly prison dead prisoner 'Bi'an Shengxiang' gave it to Murong Liu, I did it, and the princess said that no matter whether it's Murong Qing or Ning Yuqing, neither of them will forget their promise to me, does the princess still remember?"

  I quietly looked at her: "Miss, what do you want me to do?"

  "She opened her mouth word by word: 'I want you to leave with us.'"

  My lips, suddenly, uncontrollably curled into a bitter and desolate arc, only a faint curve, not yet unfolded, had already disappeared without a trace.

  I once again shifted my gaze towards the thick green canopy, and this time, I didn't look away.

  I hear my own voice softly rising, scattered in the wind, disappearing without a trace.

  "I won't stay behind, staying is just infinitely prolonging everything that happened today, so I will leave."

  Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)