CHAPTER 566: CHAPTER 565, AFTER TODAY, THERE IS NO MORE POSSIBILITY FOR THE TWO OF THEM.

Three years, hadn’t she longed to turn back?

But the moment she opened her eyes, it was his face, cold and indifferent, full of scorn—how could she turn back?

Now, he had indulged his subordinates in killing her uncle... the only brother her father had.

There was no possibility anymore.

"This road back, you’ve blocked with your own hands." Gusts of wind blew over her wrist, messing up the hair on her forehead. Yan Wanqing looked at the man before her, the father of her child, as the last bit of light in her eyes extinguished completely.

Hearing her words, Xiao Pingfeng felt his world plunge into deafening silence.

Back then, she had lain in his arms, covered in blood, saying goodbye, but now she stood before him, alive—and yet, still saying goodbye.

His lips thinned.

"We always had a sea of blood between us, you could cross it before, why can’t you now?"

He really wanted to ask that.

But seeing her broken appearance, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to ask.

In their relationship, it seemed as if he was always the one approaching her, but in reality, she had always been the one making allowances for him.

Xiao Pingfeng slowly closed his eyes: "I’m sorry... Wanwan."

At this point, more words were futile.

Indeed Yan Jing had died on his territory, and he had to take responsibility for it.

"Sorry doesn’t mean much when you say it too often. Do you have even a shred of remorse left in you?" Yan Wanqing wouldn’t accept it.

An apology without weight is worse than none at all.

"Xiao Pingfeng, let’s fight, I must have an explanation for my uncle’s death!" She knew Xiao Pingfeng wouldn’t hurt her, so as soon as she finished speaking, she attacked him, and Xiao Pingfeng was forced to fight back.

In the next instant, the two of them had tangled and burst out of the tent.

"Your Majesty!" Liao Cuihua cried out anxiously, about to follow, but Cong Ge stopped her.

She held a Brocade Box in her arms, her gaze icy as she looked toward Liao Cuihua.

"What are you trying to do?" Liao Cuihua sensed something was wrong: "Yan Wanqing has already broken one of my hands, how much further do you want to go?!"

Cong Ge stared at her dispassionately: "It’s not enough, you’ve paid off your debt to me, but you still owe our young miss."

"You wouldn’t dare! This is the Crown Prince’s tent, if you lay a hand on me, the Crown Prince will not let you go," Liao Cuihua retreated several steps backwards.

But just as the tent, which had been crowded with soldiers moments before, was now empty because they had all rushed out, concerned for the fight between Xiao Pingfeng and Yan Wanqing.

Now only she and Cong Ge remained in the tent.

The situation was highly unfavorable for her.

Cong Ge advanced step by step: "Even if it means death today, I, Cong Ge, will die alongside our miss without any regrets!" As she spoke, she protected the Brocade Box with one hand and struck out at Liao Cuihua with the other!

Her martial arts were not strong, but her Qinggong was decent enough, which was more than sufficient to deal with Liao Cuihua.

What Cong Ge didn’t expect, however, was that Liao Cuihua easily parried her attack.

"You, you know martial arts!" Cong Ge’s eyes widened.

By that time, Liao Cuihua had discarded her facade of weakness. Though her right hand was wrapped in bandages, she was still managing to easily fend off Cong Ge with her left hand.

"So what if I do?"

"Just who are you!" Cong Ge’s brows furrowed tightly, not expecting a nanny to know martial arts. The situation was taking a sinister turn and even she could smell danger looming.

Liao Cuihua sneered: "Curiosity killed the cat!" She had no intention of answering these questions. Ending Cong Ge swiftly was her goal; seeing her personal maid and uncle die before her in quick succession, Yan Wanqing would surely break down.

Her breakdown would facilitate their next move.

Liao Cuihua made no attempt to hide the killing intent in her eyes, her assaults growing fiercer.

Cong Ge saw things were getting out of hand and, hugging the Brocade Box, she tried to run outside.

Liao Cuihua wouldn’t have it and threw a vicious palm strike at Cong Ge’s back.

Cong Ge clutched the Brocade Box tightly, enduring the blow, then fell heavily just two steps away from the tent flaps. Yan Jing’s head rolled out from the Brocade Box.

"...No!"

That was the young lady’s uncle!

Cong Ge reached out her hand to crawl outward, the corners of her lips dripping with fresh blood.

Just as she was about to touch Yan Jing, an embroidered shoe mercilessly stepped on Yan Jing’s head.

Liao Cuihua stood with her back to the light, looking down from above at Cong Ge, "A dead man’s head, which you are protecting as if it were a treasure, you clearly could have dodged just now, but you insisted on holding onto this box, you’re such a pathetic loser."

As she spoke, the embroidered shoe stomped viciously on the head.

Cong Ge’s eyes were filled with rage.

"I’ll kill you, I want to kill you! Kill!"

Fury filled Cong Ge’s chest, and she roared hysterically at Liao Cuihua.

She clutched Liao Cuihua’s ankle tightly with both hands, she couldn’t let this wretched woman step on her second granduncle’s corpse, the young lady would be so saddened!

No, it absolutely cannot be!

She had to take those feet away!

Cong Ge’s eyes bloodshot, seeing Liao Cuihua still not moving her feet away, she leaned down and bit fiercely.

Liao Cuihua had never expected someone on the brink of death to have such explosive strength. The pain of being bitten at the ankle twisted her facial expression, "You little bitch, let go of your mouth!"

Cong Ge didn’t listen but bit down even harder instead, the taste of blood in her mouth giving her body strength.

She hugged Liao Cuihua’s leg with both arms tightly, regardless of how Liao Cuihua beat her, pulled her hair, she would never let go!

After what seemed like an eternity, Liao Cuihua lay exhausted on the ground, with someone still stubbornly clinging to her leg.

At this moment, the tent curtain was lifted.

"What’s happening here, Lady Liu?"

Liao Cuihua’s mouth was raw from shouting, she looked up and saw the person, "Come here and help."

When the newcomer saw the scene up close, they couldn’t help but feel horrified.

The ground was covered with shreds of hair, and the maid clinging to Liao Cuihua’s leg had no intact skin on her scalp. Bloodstains covered her whitish clothes, with wounds on her back caused by the golden hairpin! And there was a sharp golden hairpin stabbed into her neck, clearly indicating a fatal wound!

The soldier trembled as he tried to pry Cong Ge’s hands away.

But her hands were clenched white, even in death it still took quite an effort to free them.

Not to mention the teeth biting into Liao Cuihua’s ankle.

The soldier used all his might, tearing off a chunk of Liao Cuihua’s flesh in the process, before he was able to pull Cong Ge off.

By now, Liao Cuihua was drenched in sweat from pain. Without another word, she tore off the hem of her skirt and bandaged the wound on her ankle.

"Pull out the golden hairpin," Liao Cuihua commanded.

The soldier, knowing Lady Liu was a favored attendant by the Emperor’s side, who had always looked after His Majesty’s daily needs and had a considerable position in the palace, and was even the Crown Prince’s nanny, obediently pulled it out.

The golden hairpin brought forth a streak of blood, and Cong Ge, hunched over in death, fell to the side lifelessly.

Liao Cuihua wiped the blood from the golden hairpin on the soldier’s clothes and then inserted it into her own hairdo, raising her hand next, "Let me use your knife for a moment."

The soldier hesitated.

Their weapons were not to be handed over lightly; doing so was cause for a beating with a military baton.

In the moment of his hesitation, the impatient Liao Cuihua directly snatched his long knife away.

"Lady—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his abdomen was pierced by his own long knife.

Liao Cuihua, without any hesitation, pulled it out and then, limping, stood next to Cong Ge’s body, plunged the long knife into her several times until she finally withdrew it.

She tossed the long knife aside, by then pale and nearly fainting.

She must not faint.

She needed to leave this place of trouble.

After today, there would be no chance between Xiao Pingfeng and Yan Wanqing.

She had fulfilled the mission given by her master and could finally go home.