The Fourth Lady novel Chapter 76

Qingyan very quietly listened to Murong Jingxuan's words. Lastly, she lifted her head to look towards him, "If it was you, what would you do? Would you also let go of Qilian Qingyan's hand?"

He held Qingyan's hand and replied with a smile, "My situation is different from Weisheng Junmo's. I have a choice, but he didn't. That's why he could only let go of Xianyi Empress's hand, but for me, no matter what happens, " He placed Qingyan's hand up to his heart, "I would never let go of your hand."

Qingyan happily smiled, "In this life, the husband is the boulder, the wife as grass. A boulder doesn't move, and grass is strong as silk.*"

(*TN: This line comes from the poetry tale 'Peacocks Fly Southeast' from an unknown poet during the Han dynasty. The meaning behind it, from the context of the original tale, reads: 'Although we're forced to separate, the love between us is indestructible. For love you have to be like a boulder, to hold your ground an not move, I have to be like pampas grass, strong and unbreakable.' It's a vow the main character from the tale makes to her husband before throwing herself into the water to commit suicide.)

Murong Jingxuan knew that it wasn't easy for a girl like Qingyan to say something like this, thus when he heard these words, his mood greatly improved.

Perhaps the girl before him still has yet to fully open her heart to him, but he knew, this was her showing her trust in him.

And all he could do was to not betray this trust.

The two sat all the way until the latter half of the night. During the latter half of the night, Qingyan could no longer fight off the continued weariness, and fell asleep on Murong Jingxuan's shoulder. As for him, he did what he could to maintain his position so that she could sleep a bit more peacefully.

Regarding Weisheng Junmo, he'd also heard his spies mentioning.

After Qilian Qingyan's death, Weisheng Junmo left Nanchen. But his exact whereabouts, no one knew. However, he knew that half a year after Weisheng Junmo left, a ruthless organization appeared in Jianghu----The Eight Trigram Sect.

The Eight Trigram Sect specialized chivalrous acts in the other three kingdoms, but whenever they target Nanchen, they were always vicious and merciless. It was as if the people of this sect were specifically targeting Nanchen.

Some say that the one behind this organization is Weisheng Junmo.

Some also say that Weisheng Junmo was driven mad by love, lashing out against the Nanchen monarch in a mad rage.

But he knew, only through this kind of method, can Weisheng Junmo quell the hatred in his heart.

One was his beloved, one was his revered elder brother, choosing between two difficult choices.

In the end, the only thing he could do was to watch as his beloved maiden get sent into the Imperial Palace.

From the Crown Prince's Consort to the Empress, every step, a staggering heart.

Yet no one knows, how painful it was for Weisheng Junmo in those countless nights.

And in the end, he could only watch as his beloved chose death.

But Yan'er, that kind of thing, you need not worry about.

Because we're different.

You're not Qilian Qingyan, and I'm not Weisheng Junmo.

That's why, in this life, I'm willing to hold your hand, and grow old with you.

The horizon began to gradually grow light; the top of the mountain was enveloped by a hazy fog.

When all was silent, the sound of a bird's cry came from the sky, breaking the night's silence.

Just then, Qingyan opened her eyes at once and looked to the marble white sun emerging from the eastern horizon. She turned to the young man next to her, who was watching her this whole time, "Perhaps only at a time like this, can I feel a momentary peace.

Suddenly, a shining light appeared on the horizon, dazzling the eyes.

Murong Jingxuan watched the emotionally moved young maiden in his arms and held her even tighter, "If you like it, then from now on, we can always come here to watch the sunrise."

She looked to him and gathered cape on her shoulders, "If one day we retire to Jianghu, it's not too late to say these words then."

Qingyan wanted to stand up to stretch her muscles, but who knew that as soon as she stood, she almost became too intimate with the ground. Fortunately, Murong Jingxuan was able to pull her into his arms at once.