When Murong Jingxuan felt a scent of blood hit his nose, he immediately lifted Qingyan's arm and found that her arm was bleeding, "Yan'er, what did you do?"
Qingyan looked to her arm and then to her nails, "Perhaps it was by accident, I didn't feel anything..."
He lightly flicked her on the forehead, "You really know how to make one worry."
"Murong Jingxuan, if I were to uproot the entire Jingguo Marquis manor, what do you think will happen to Ning Siyao?"
"Yan'er, Ning Siyao is already married to Su Ming, even if something were to happen to the Jingguo Marquis manor, it shouldn't affect Ning Siyao." Murong Jingxuan explained as he brought out an ointment and applied it on to where it was bleeding.
Qingyan looked to him and shook her head, "But that way, Ning Siyao will be alone without support."
"Yan'er how do you plan on taking care of the Jingguo Marquis manor?" He looked to Qingyan smiling, "However, regarding that matter with Jingguo Marquis Manor, there isn't much information that the Fourth Prince was able to dig up. Even the information our Seven Star Hall received isn't a lot. If were to forcibly get rid of them, there's a possibility of endangering the Su manor as well."
Qingyan coldly snorted again, "That's because you all simply don't know that Ning Changze is someone from Nanchen. Or rather, it should be said, Ning Changze is the descendent of the Ning family of Nanchen."
Murong Jingxuan was taken aback by this sudden news, "How do you know Jingguo Marquis is Nanchen's spy?"
When Qingyan looked towards Murong Jingxuan, she had raised the corner of her mouth, lightly parting her red lips, "Because I was once the Xianyi Empress!"
Seeing Qingyan like that, Murong Jingxuan couldn't help but to tightly hold her hand. How deeply that dream had affected her, he would never know, but he knew very well in his heart that the young girl before him wasn't Qilian Qingyan. She wasn't the Xianyi Empress, who'd fallen from the high clouds into the bottom of an abyss; she was just the Su manor's fourth miss.
"Jingxuan, I'm fine." Feeling his hand tightening around hers, she lifted her head up with a gentle smile. "I'm not bearing all the burdens alone by myself, I have you here with me."
Hearing those words, Murong Jingxuan instinctively let out a smile in the dark. On the tiger's back, Qingyan wore a purple outfit, and that outfit rustled in the sound of the wind. This kind of Qingyan made him want to watch over for a lifetime.
Before they even drew near, they could already feel the chilliness of the cold forest air, and that cold light faintly cradled in the darkness. Qingyan just knew they'd already arrived in the wolves' territory.
At first, Murong Jingxuan wanted to hold on to Qingyan's hand, but Qingyan gently smiled to him from the tigers back, saying to him, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
For some reason, seeing Qingyan like that, Murong Jingxuan chose to let go of her hand. Perhaps it was because of trust, or perhaps it was because he felt she was reliable.
The feeling Qingyan had always given him was very reliable. And even without him, his Yan'er can still continue to live on in this world. Although it was a bit sad thinking about it, they were both carrying different life's calling on their backs after all.
The white tiger carried Qingyan to the center of the wolf pack. The white tiger and the leader of the wolves were acquaintances. When it saw the white tiger, the head wolf staggered up before the white tiger, and even amicably patted it with its paw.
"Master, this is the leader of the wolves." The white tiger glanced to the girl on its back and growled, and as if they were responding, the wolves also began to howl.
"I'm called Qingyan and is the white tiger's master." Qingyan stretched her hand out to the wolf king. The wolf king paced around her for a moment, before suddenly bowing down to Qingyan.
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