The Fourth Lady novel Chapter 145

When Xiuran saw Su Qingyan, he also had a face full of shock. It was as if he'd seen Qilian Qingyan come, treading on many red lotus*. He seem to have seem Qilian Qingyan's malevolent appearance.

(*T/N: Red lotus has a meaning of revenge.)

"Qilian Qingyan, you, how could you have suddenly appeared here?" Xiuran looked to Su Qingyan before him and coldly laughed, "What? Are you preparing to take me to hell?!"

Qingyan listened to Xiuran's words and frowned in confusion. Why did Xiuran see her as Qilian Qingyan?

"Qilian Qingyan, I know you hate her, but can you not extract your revenge on her?" Xiuran watched Qingyan approaching step by step and painfully pleaded, "What do you want to know, I'll tell you everything. I just beg you to forgive Xiao* Yi."

(*T/N: He's referring to Qilian Qingyi, he calls her Xiao Yi which translates to 'little Yi' as an intimate way to call her.)

Hearing that name coming from Xiuran's mouth, Qingyan felt incomparably disgusted, but for some reason, her body suddenly couldn't move. She stood in her original spot and just felt her head painfully ache. And afterwards, she heard that beyond familiar voice.

"Xiuran, the grudges between your Qilian Qingyi and I, isn't something that can be resolved with just your words."

"Your Highness, Xiao Yi and I have loved for so many years, but because she yearned for power, I lost her." Xiuran looked to Qingyan still with a pleading look.

"Ning Xiuran, I can't possibly let off Qilian Qingyi so easily like this. Don't worry, very soon, I'll have her look for you in hell."

Qingyan simply couldn't see anything before her. She could only hear that voice, that voice that belonged to Qilian Qingyan. That uniquely tender voice, at this moment, seemed exceptionally ice cold.

Wasn't she Qilian Qingyan? But why couldn't he feel any warmth coming from her.

In the haze, she seemed to see a woman dressed in a bright yellow phoenix gown. She stood in front of Xiuran with a cold and detached expression on her face.

"Qilian Qingyan, I'm begging you, forgive Xiao Yi, alright?" Xiuran looked to Qingyan, struggling to speak. "I will urge her to give up on everything."

Qingyan shook her head, "Xiuran, Qilian Qingyi has already turned into a demon, only by sending her to hell, can it finally dissolve the hatred in my heart." She said as she stretched her hand towards Xiuran, "And right now, the most important thing is that you can go on ahead."

In a daze, Xiuran seemingly saw the black and white reapers* behind Qilian Qingyan. The black and white reapers looked to Su Qingyan standing in front, and after she nodded, they took Xiuran's soul and disappeared.

(*T/N: Two deities in Chinese mythology, one short, one tall, chained at the ankles, responsible for arresting souls. They reward the good and punish the bad.)

And by the time Qingyan finally came to her senses, she saw Murong Jingxuan standing in front of her. He asked with a concerning look, "Yan'er, how's your condition?"

Qingyan looked to Murong Jingxuan before her and could no longer remember what had just happened. She only remembered that woman dressed in a bright yellow phoenix gown, that was her previous incarnation.

"Master, Xiuran is already dead." A man in black walked over and politely reported.

Thinking back to Xiuran and Su Qingyan's conversation just now, Murong Jingxuan's brows furrowed. Could Xiuran really have seen Qilian Qingyan just now? That's why he said so many strange things.

"Okay, I know." Murong Jingxuan looked to the man in black at his side and dully spoke, "Go inform the Fourth Prince, say Xiuran is already dead."