The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 198 Familiarizing Oneself with the Illusion
"Qing'er!" Ye Jinchen's voice became tense as he gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He dared not imagine what would have happened if he had arrived even a moment later.

The purple aura emanating from him enveloped the girl in his arms, as if a continuous source of spiritual energy was sustaining her life, and her originally pale face gradually regained its color.

She slowly opened her eyes, glanced at her blurry figure, and then completely fainted.

Lu Changxuan staggered over, clutching his chest, and said, "The Marquis's residence is not safe. Take her back to the Prince Ye's residence to recover."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinchen nodded and responded in a deep voice. He then picked up Sheng Yunqing and carried her out.

As night fell, a dark shadow shone lightly on the eaves under the moonlight, heading straight for Sheng Yunqing's boudoir.

The melodious sound of a pipa drifted from inside the house, but no lamps were lit. Yuheng slipped into the room through the window and saw a woman sitting on a sandalwood chair behind the gauze curtain, playing the pipa.

He frowned slightly. This melody... seemed familiar.

He gripped his sword tightly and slowly approached.

As he lifted the gauze curtain, he suddenly felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he heard birds chirping in his ears.

When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was clear and bright. After looking closely, he paused for a moment and said, "Isn't this the garden of the Marquis's mansion?"

He didn't know if he had accidentally entered some kind of formation, so he bit his lip warily to keep himself alert at all times.

He heard a little girl crying not far away. He slowly approached the sound and saw a five-year-old child squatting on the ground crying. Her ten fingers were wrapped in strips of cloth, and tears streamed down her delicate little face.

He walked quickly to the girl and was suddenly stunned by her appearance.

Isn't this my older sister?

Xiao Jinhua said with a pitiful expression, "Xiao'er, I never want to learn the pipa again..."

Xiao'er?

It's Xiao'er again...

Who is Xiao'er?

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound from the tree, and a little boy with a dusty face struggled down from the tree, holding two plump peaches in his hands.

Yuheng's pupils suddenly contracted. Was this little boy him?

Xiao Shengxiao stumbled towards her, carrying a peach. He wiped the peach with his sleeve and said, "Hua'er, if you don't want to learn, then don't. If Mother scolds you, just say I broke your pipa."

The two of them continued talking to themselves, seemingly oblivious to him.

Xiao Jinhua took the peach and started eating it. She shook her head and said, "Sister plays the pipa so beautifully! I want to be as good as you!"

"Hua'er, how's your hand?" In the distance, a girl who looked about eight years old ran over with a worried expression, followed by a maid who looked similar.

"Sister, it hurts so much~" Xiao Jinhua started to act coquettishly when she saw Xiao Yunqing, and threw herself into Sheng Yunqing's arms crying with a wronged look on her face.

Xiao Yunqing frowned with worry, raised her little hand, and blew on it tenderly: "Blow on it and it won't hurt anymore."

Xiao Shengxiao held up another peach in her hand and said, "Sister, have a peach!"

Yuheng gazed at Sheng Yunqing's somewhat familiar face, and a fragment of memory seemed to flash through his mind.

Does he have an older sister?

"Do you have a father?" A deep, mellow voice came from around the corner.

Upon hearing the sound, the three children immediately stood up and ran towards Sheng Yuting, surrounding him: "Daddy! Daddy's back!" Sheng Yuting, still in his armor, affectionately patted the children's heads.

Xiao Yunqing frowned and looked at Sheng Yuting pitifully, saying, "Father, please don't leave again this time, okay?"

Sheng Yuting picked up Xiao Yunqing, his face full of trouble, and said, "Oh dear... Western Shu and Northern Frontier are in war, and I don't know when Father will have to leave again after this trip..."

War in Western Shu? He's not from Western Shu? And this place... could it be...?

Yuheng clenched his fists, and his eyes suddenly reddened as he looked at Sheng Yuting.

Upon hearing this, the three children pleaded in their soft, sweet voices, "Daddy, don't go! Daddy, don't go!"

"Alright, alright." Sheng Yuting smiled with loving eyes, gently comforting the children.

"Daddy, have a peach." Xiao Yunqing smiled and held the peach to Sheng Yuting's mouth. Sheng Yuting took a bite as well. "Mmm! The peach that Tang'er feeds me is so sweet."

"Daddy! Mine is sweet too!" Sheng Jinhua stamped her foot anxiously, holding up the peach she had already taken a few bites of.

Sheng Yuting laughed a few times, put Xiao Yunqing down, picked up Sheng Jinhua and said, "Good, good, Daddy will also try Hua'er's. Hmm! Hua'er's peaches are sweet too!"

"Father loves peaches, Xiao'er will go pick some more for Father!" With that, Sheng Xiao ran up the tree again.

The heartwarming scene suddenly froze, the surrounding colors turned dull and faded, and the people turned into dust with the wind, drifting away into the distance.

Yuheng simply turned around and went back to the front yard.

From afar in the courtyard, one could see a woman in her thirties through the window lattice. Her face was gentle and kind, and she was slowly embroidering a purse. Her protruding belly suggested that she was about to give birth. Xiao Yunqing was also inside, lying on the edge of the soft couch watching her embroider.

"Alright, alright, Tang'er, be good. The purse will be finished in a little while, and I'll put it on Tang'er tonight."

She climbed onto the soft couch, kissed her mother on the cheek, and ran out.

Seeing such a heartwarming scene, Yuheng's lips curled up slightly, but before long, the sky was stained with blood.

Sheng Yunqing's small figure was frozen at the doorway, drifting away with the wind, while the woman inside the house continued to embroider the purse in her hand.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind swept by, and the woman's needle and thread fell limply from her hand.

Her face showed terror, and she gripped her own neck tightly, as if struggling against something.

Yuheng strode into the house, wanting to reach out and help her, but his outstretched hand passed right through her face.

He felt a chill run down his spine. Before long, blood gushed from the woman's mouth, and she collapsed to the ground, the blood spreading across the floor.

The maids and servants seemed to be hiding from something, screaming and running away. Everyone was running around in chaos. He turned around blankly and saw many people lying on the ground, lying in the blood and amber. Among them was Sheng Yuting, whose throat had been slit.

Stepping outside, he heard a "splashing" sound of water. Looking down, he saw that the Hou Mansion was like a living hell, with the ground stained with blood.

He saw the figures of two children, who turned out to be Xiao Shengxiao and Xiao Jinhua!
wrong……

If he and Xiao Jinhua are dead, then why are they still alive?

Before long, a familiar silver bell rang out, and a familiar voice still retained a hint of childishness: "Is everything taken care of?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Upon hearing the name of the eldest princess, Yuheng's heart skipped a beat. Turning around, she saw a girl of about eleven or twelve years old standing at the door.

Even before Mu Xiyang reached adulthood, her exquisite face already exuded a sense of oppression that made the surrounding guards tremble with fear.

She took a pure white handkerchief and slowly wiped the bloodstains from her hands before walking in.