si-mexico Chapter 50 Xiangran Died
Chapter 50 Xiangran Died
As the clouds drifted by, it grew darker when Xiangyi returned to Zuiyu Tower.
As soon as she pushed open the door to the Xiling Pavilion, she saw Wen Guzhu sitting in a chair, dressed in a pale green robe and sitting upright.
Turning his head and seeing Xiangyi approaching, a gentle ripple appeared in his eyes. He walked over with a beaming smile and pulled her into his arms.
"Yi'er, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for so long."
Xiangyi smiled gently and said, "I went out to take care of some business. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, young master."
"Young master, could you come a little later? Would you like me to play a couple more tunes to cheer you up?"
Wen Guzhu looked down at her and smiled gently, "Yi'er, is there something urgent that you don't need me to accompany you?"
"Sigh, I went through so much trouble to win the beauty's favor, and it wasn't easy for me to come all this way, and now Yi'er is kicking me out?"
Xiangyi looked up at Wen Guzhuyu. His gaze was tender and gentle, and the affection in his eyes was undisguised, surging towards her like the sea.
Wen Guzhu's casual remark, or even a certain action, was somewhat similar to her deceased first love, which made Xiangyi even more obsessed with it.
Seeing her looking at him like that, Wen Guzhuo breathed into her ear and coaxed in a cool tone, "Xiangyi, stay with me, okay?"
Xiangyi sighed and laughed, "Never mind, young master is the benefactor who cured the pustules on my face, so naturally I should accompany my benefactor first."
Wen Guzhu chuckled softly, picked her up, and whispered in her ear, "Xiangyi, you're so good."
People say that having a beautiful woman by your side is like having a thousand pieces of gold, but Xiangyi is more important to me than a thousand pieces of gold.
Xiangyi pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
What she didn't know was that Wen Guzhu's sweet words to her these past few days were all carefully orchestrated.
Wen Guzhu carried Xiangyi to the bed, his affectionate gaze surprising Xiangyi.
Why is Yi'er looking at me like that?
Xiangyi shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing, I just feel a sense of familiarity with you, young master."
"If Xiangyi is willing to see, you can see as much as you want after we get married."
As he said this, he slowly moved her hand down, his voice slightly hoarse.
Just as the two were entwined in a tender embrace, a sudden voice broke the silence.
"Xiangyi, something terrible has happened!"
"Miss has had an accident! She's bleeding a lot!"
Hearing the maid's exclamation outside the room, Xiangyi gasped.
She hurriedly pulled away from Wen Guzhu's embrace and quickly went to open the door.
The maid standing at the door said, "Xiangyi, your sister probably won't live past today. She's at the side door saying she wants to see you one last time."
"what!"
Xiangyi could hardly believe her ears. She had just parted ways with Xiaoran two hours ago, so how could something have suddenly happened?
She immediately took a large step back, almost losing her balance.
Just then, a strong hand held her firmly and said softly, "Yi'er, don't panic, I'm here. Let's go check on her first. Your sister will be alright."
Xiangyi nodded repeatedly, her eyes welling up with tears, and she followed the maid to the side entrance of Zuiyu Tower, her body trembling.
Upon arriving at the side gate, a carriage was parked there, with traces of blood beneath it.
A middle-aged woman dressed in plain white stood in front of the carriage; she appeared to be an ordinary citizen.
Upon seeing Xiangyi arrive, the woman said, "You must be Xiangyi. Your sister was injured in the forest and said she wanted to see you one last time."
Xiangyi doesn't believe it.
She shakily reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, where she saw Xiangran lying inside, covered in blood and barely alive.
His disheveled hair was stained with sticky blood, there was a bloody hole in his waist, and a large hole was pierced through his thigh. The smell of blood filled the entire carriage.
Xiangran struggled to open her eyes and weakly reached out towards Xiangyi.
Xiangyi quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped her pale fingers in her hand, her whole body trembling.
"Xiao Ran, what happened to you? Who did this?!"
"You can't get hurt, you're my only family."
Xiang Ran took a breath and finally spoke, "Sister, it's the Jiang family... Madam Jiang..."
"Madam Jiang, quickly... quickly leave Yanjing, the farther the better..."
"They're going to kill you! Run! Madam Jiang, you're a liar..."
As the last sentence fell, the hand that was tightly holding Xiangyi went limp, and Xiangran closed her eyes.
"Madam Jiang?"
"Xiao Ran! Waaaaah—"
Xiangyi held her body, wailing and crying, the veins on her arms bulging.
Seeing Xiangyi so heartbroken, Wen Guzhu immediately hugged her and looked at her with heartache.
"Yi'er, is the Lady Jiang that my sister mentioned just now the Lady Jiang of the Zhenyuan Marquis's Mansion, the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Huguo?"
Xiangyi nodded repeatedly, her eyes bloodshot.
She choked back tears and said, "Young Master Zhou, I don't want to implicate you. Young Master Zhou, they want to kill me."
Xiangyi certainly knew what the consequences would be if her affair with a mistress of a brothel, which involved harming her stepson, were exposed.
Jiang Shuyue was punished by his family, and it's estimated that this matter has been exposed to the public.
Even if Liu didn't want the dowry she had swindled, she would kill to silence her and protect her reputation.
But she was unwilling to accept it; she was unwilling to accept that her younger sister had lost her life.
At this moment, Wen Guzhuo, feigning deep affection, held Xiangyi tightly in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yi'er, have you offended Madam Jiang?"
Xiangyi looked at Wen Guzhu and nodded helplessly.
"Young master, let's part ways with Yi'er."
"The Jiang family is the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence, and Madam Jiang also has the Duke of Huguo as her backer, I'm afraid..."
"They will absolutely not let me go!"
Wen Guzhu grabbed Xiangyi's hand, looked at her with firm eyes, and said sincerely, "Yi'er, believe me, I'll take you away."
“My home is in Yanzhou, a prosperous area. You will come with me to Yanzhou, and I will marry you with all the proper rites and gifts. I will change your name so that they will never be able to find you.”
“Yanjing is quite far from Yanzhou. Even if they come looking for you, our Xie family has the ability to protect you.”
Xiangyi wept bitterly, looking at Xiangran's body, and suddenly remembered her last words—that she should leave Yanjing.
Now she is in a dilemma. If she really wants to live, she has no choice but to agree to Wen Guzhu's request.
She murmured, "Madam Jiang, do you truly intend to do this? Madam Jiang, you wait and see..."
As dusk fell, Xiangyi and Wen Guzhu buried Xiangran simply.
Xiangyi knelt before the grave, sobbing uncontrollably, "Xiaoran, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you come to Yanjing. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry, one day your sister will definitely come back to build your grave."
Wen Guzhu held Xiangyi in his arms and looked at her tenderly.
"Yi'er, you have me. Don't worry, we will definitely come back to repair your sister's grave."
Xiangyi pursed her lips, lay in his arms, and nodded gently.