The Fourth Lady

Chapter 26 Sleep Talk

In order to check on Su Qingyan's situation, after taking care of everything, Murong Jingxuan returned

once more to the Yingshuang residence.

As he watched the sleeping Qingyan on the bed, he felt a tinge of pain resonated in his chest. He had

always been paying attention to this girl before him.

She was the laughing stock of Diqiu to the people that lived within its walls, arrogant and prideful,

utterly mannerless. Even he had a hard time seeing the young girl that saved him many years ago in

her.

The little girl that had saved him many years ago, despite having unintentionally saved him, was filled

with such warmth.

Deep in the forest in the dead of night, a 14 year old boy and a 10 year old girl. At that moment, he

thought how nice it would be to return to that time.

As for her, since when did she become so condescending.

The girl in his memories loved to smile and had carried such an innocent and pure smile. Even in the

forest, she was able to warmly care for him.

Why did the things he remembered, she had completely forgotten?

Was it because she was always suffering, that she end up like this? To use any means necessary in

order to achieve her goal.

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"Qilian Qingyi, even if I were to fall to hell, I will drag you along to accompany me." Two rows of tears

fell along Su Qingyan's cheeks.

As he listened to her sleep talk, Murong Jingxuan furrowed his brows.

Qilian Qingyi? Wasn't that the true name of the current Empress of Nanchen? But, how could she, a

daughter of a simple general, know her true name?

"Weisheng Junyan, I vowed by my name, Qilian Qingyan, that from now on you and I, have nothing to

do with one another."

Weisheng Junyan? Wasn't that the current Emperor of Nanchen's name, and just how did she learn of

this?

All in all, what is the meaning behind all this?

"Qilian Qingyi, I curse you, curse you to never obtain Weisheng Junyan's heart for all of eternity. Not

only you, but also your son. I curse you to be torn from limb to limb, and your son slowly devour to

death by a thousand insects."

Murong Jingxuan listened to her sleep talk as his brows tightened into a knot. When he turned around

again, he saw two streams of tears rolling down her face.

Just what was she experiencing in her dreams for her to cry like this in despair? To cry out such

desperate words, just who in the world was she?

"Yan'er, I won't leave you." Murong Jingxuan stroked her forehead. Just when he was about to retract

his hand, he felt something tightly grasped his hand.

"Junmo, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for the Qilian family, I wouldn't have married him. But I realize now that I

was wrong. I foolishly lost, lost to the point that I've sent my family to the grave." It was as if she'd

found salvation, crying out in a soft voice.

"Junmo, Ning'er and Qing'er, I leave everything to you. I hope you can take care of them. They are my

only worry in this life." Su Qingyan grasped his hand tighter.

Murong Jingxuan listened as if he'd heard something he wasn't suppose to.

He once heard his mother mention that Qilian Qingyan and Weisheng Junmo were childhood

sweethearts. But who knew in the end that it was Weisheng Junyan that stole away Qilian Qingyan.

And as for Weisheng Junyan, he seemed to have never taken a bride because of her.

Five years ago after Qilian Qingyan died, Weisheng Junmo disappeared from the history of Nanchen

along with her. Some say that he followed after Qilian Qingyan in death. Some also say that he was

just unwilling to face the pain of losing Qilian Qingyan and distanced himself from politics, traveling the

world.

Yet he knew that five years ago a sect called the Eight Trigrams* formed and began to spread across

the four kingdoms. It's said that every single person in the sect had top class martial art skills.

Wherever they were, not a single life remained. And most importantly this organization was solely

targeting Nanchen.

(*TN: The same one referred to in Taoist practice)

But regarding the inside information of the Eight Trigram Sect, even he didn't know much.

"Yan'er, I won't leave you." Murong Jingxuan said this as he tightly held her hand.

So what if she wanted to topple the entire Nanchen kingdom? He will definitely follow her till the end.

And if she wanted to take the life of Weisheng Junyan? He will surely destroy Nanchen, just for a smile.

Su Qingyan, no matter who you really are, or what you've experienced in your dreams, in my heart, you

are still the young girl from that time.

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When Qingyan heard Zizhu's voice, she hazily opened her eyes. Last night, she seemed to have

dreamt of many things.

Qilian Qingyi, Weisheng Junyan, Weisheng Junmo, and her two children.

Qingyan closed her eyes and forced back her tears. From now on, in this world, Qilian Qingyan is of no

more. She is now just the daughter of Su Yun, Su Qingyan.

"Miss, are you awake? I've come to help miss get ready." Zizhu's voice once again sounded from

outside the door.

Qingyan paused for a moment before replying, "Zizhu come in."

With that said, Zizhu entered carrying a bowl. On top the bowl were the various tools used for

grooming.

"Miss, could it be that you had a nightmare last night?" Zizhu studied her face and suddenly asked in

surprise.

"In a way, yes." Qingyan looked to Zizhu and helplessly answered, "And just how did you know that I

had a nightmare?"

"I remembered that in the past, miss would only wake this late if miss had a nightmare." Zizhu said this

as she handed Qingyan a towel.

After Zizhu helped Qingyan wash up, Baizhi came in and began to fix Qingyan's hair.

"Miss, what kind of hairstyle would like for today? If you ask me, why don't we leave the hair down and

tie a simple loop at the top. Although I heard that there seems to be class at Bogu Hall today?"

"Then I'll have it as you've said, Zizhu go prepare my things for school today. I'll have Qingdai and

Chishao accompany me to school today." Su Qingyan looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.

"Alright, and the snacks that Huangcen prepared for young miss has already been prepared. Today she

prepared miss's favorite red bean cakes."

Su Qingyan stood up and looked to Baizhi, "I know you all are the best, don't let anyone bully you

here."

Baizhi looked to Qingyan with a smile and replied laughing, "Don't worry, ever since our yard started

raising those unnoticedable little ones, many people don't even dare to approach us."

Listening to Baizhi's words, Su Qingyan smirked. Although this was something she expected, she

worried that someone would try to stir up trouble because of this.

Since it has been quite for this long, it seems the second house and third house should have started to

make a move.

As for what interesting things will occur, she was looking forward to it more than anyone else.

"Miss, for breakfast this morning, I prepared polished rice porridge." Huangcen said as she came in

with the food, "I just heard from Qingdai that the first young miss seems to be suffering from some

curse, so the madam has been looking for someone to drive out the evil spirits and repel ghosts."

"Oh!" Su Qingyan raised her brows as she ate her porridge, "What has Su Qingyuan been cursed

with?"