Han Qiancheng looked at Yan Ruoling who was hugged by Yan Jingxuan. Her hands were hanging in the air. There was an obvious scar on her white wrist.
He looked at her, his vision gradually becoming blurry, until he could no longer see her.
Han Qiancheng was lying on the ground, recalling every moment of his acquaintance with her.
If he hadn't deliberately approached her and hadn't deceived and used her to hurt her, would their outcome have been different?
Does hatred really matter?
Is his stubborn behavior for revenge, or is it his damn pride?
Obviously they warned him that he would regret it if he did so, but why didn't he listen?
Now, he really regrets it!
His Ling'er and their children all died in his hands.
It was he who personally destroyed them, the happiness that should have existed, and their home.
Han Qiancheng's heart was as sharp as a knife, and all thoughts were gone.
He closed his eyes, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, and murmured: "Ling'er, don't be afraid, I will accompany you, we will never...never be separated again."
He opened his eyes, picked up the sword on the ground, and thrust it towards his neck.
Hearing a crisp bang, Xiao Chengyi quickly blocked his fatal blow with his sword.
The sword in Han Qiancheng's hand fell to the ground. He was also shaken by the force and fell to the ground, his mouth numb.
He struggled to sit up and looked at the man in front of him.
There was a trace of anger in Xiao Chengyi's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "What qualifications do you have to seek death?
Do you think that if you die, the troubles you have caused can be wiped out? I tell you, no, you must live well, taste all the bitter consequences, and suffer all this torture."
Han Qiancheng looked sad and said: "I want to die, and no one can stop me."
With that said, he went to pick up the sword on the ground again.
But how could Xiao Chengyi let him get his wish? He kicked the sword off the ground, looked at him condescendingly and said: "Han Qiancheng, I will not let you die.
If you dare to seek death, I will have your hand tendons and hamstrings cut off, and your tongue pulled out, as long as you can breathe."
Han Qiancheng believed that Xiao Chengyi could do what he said, so it turned out that he couldn't even die?
However, he was really, really in pain and he really couldn't live anymore.
He put down all his self-esteem and pride, looked at Xiao Chengyi humbly and said: "Please help me, let me accompany her."
Xiao Chengyi narrowed his eyes and said: "It's too late, all of us have already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it.
What's more, your life was bought by Princess Qinghe with her own life.
Before she died, she never forgot to ask her brother to forgive you. She didn't want you to die, so you must live well."
Death is relief for Han Qiancheng, but he will not let him be free. He wants to live, living in pain and torture every moment of every day, and let him repent for what he has done.
Xiao Chengyi raised his head, looked at the rebels not far away, and said in a domineering voice: "For those who surrender, I can forget about it."
The rebels are all waiting and watching. They are all private soldiers of the Han family stationed in the Gyeonggi camp. Their allegiance is to the Han family.
I thought that in today's battle, Han Qiancheng would win, but who would have thought that he would break his wings for a woman.
Without a leader, they didn't know what to do. After all, what they did today was a capital crime. Will Xiao Chengyi let them go once they surrender?
While they were hesitating, they heard a rushing sound. Everyone looked up and saw that the archers on the tower were already ready.
Everyone was shocked, as if they didn't expect that Xiao Chengyi still had soldiers and horses in his hands. The opponent occupied the high ground. Once they released arrows, they would pierce thousands of arrows into their hearts.
Some people were afraid of death and immediately threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. Some took the lead, while others disarmed and knelt on the ground, daring not to resist anymore.