Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 443 Sorry

Yan Hengyu has learned the truth about what happened back then from Ji Songluo. It turns out that Li Baizhou mistook Ji Songluo for Ning Qingyang that night, and he misunderstood Ning Qingyang.

He looked at Yan Ciwan walking out of the house. Her eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to Ning Qingyang's. Ning Qingyang used to often come out to pick him up like this. For a moment, he had a dazed feeling of returning to the past.

But he quickly came to his senses and remembered his suspicions about Ning Qingyang and the harm he had caused Yan Ciwan. Guilt and remorse immediately overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He walked forward with heavy steps, slowly making his way up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of them.

Yan Ciwan stood on the steps looking at him and asked, "Have you asked everything clearly?"

Yan Hengyu nodded.

Yan Ciwan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I can go now."

She lifted her leg to leave, but Yan Hengyu, in a moment of panic, reached out and grabbed her arm: "Don't go."

Yan Ciwan drew her Ning Dao with a swift motion, pressing the back of the blade against his hand, and frowned, saying, "Don't touch me."

"Aci, I know I was wrong." Yan Hengyu not only didn't back down, but instead stepped forward, letting the blade press against his chest. "I shouldn't have distrusted your mother, and I shouldn't have almost caused your death. Now stab me, kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ciwan scoffed without any politeness.

"Ha, do you think you can atone for your sins by doing this?"

Yan Hengyu's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was full of pleading: "Then what do you want me to do? Aci, I will do anything I can, I just ask that you forgive me."

"Forgiving you is impossible. Although Yan Tingyu stabbed me in the heart, how could she have dared to do it without your permission?" Yan Ciwan pressed her left chest. Although the wound had healed, she could still feel the pain.

With tears in her eyes, she said, word by word, "Sixteen years of father-daughter relationship, all severed by this one knife."

Yan Hengyu said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry."

Do you remember what I said to you after your mother passed away?

Yan Hengyu certainly remembered that at that time he was utterly despondent and wanted to follow his deceased wife in death. It was his daughter who cried and begged him not to abandon her, because he was all she had left.

She lost her mother and only had him as her father, but it was this father who delivered the most fatal blow to her.

Tears streamed down Yan Hengyu's face as he felt a deep sense of regret. He wanted to explain but didn't know how to begin, because he knew that no matter how he explained, he couldn't change what he had done.

In the end, all he could do was repeat those three words.

"sorry."

Yan Ciwan looked up at the moon in the sky, forced back her tears, and said after she calmed down a bit: "It's too late to apologize now. I have two things to do when I returned to Xizhou this time. One is to move my mother's grave, and the other is to stop you from sending troops."

Yan Hengyu immediately became anxious: "Where are you taking Ayang? She's doing very well here, she's not going anywhere!"

“You no longer trust her, and your marriage is over. Why keep her here any longer? I’m taking her back to the Ning clan’s hometown, where her family is all. She can find true peace there.”

"No, I can't let you take her away!" Yan Hengyu refused resolutely.

Yan Ciwan had anticipated his reaction. She calmly said, "People have to pay the price for their mistakes. This is a principle my mother taught me."

"I can agree to anything else, but not this one. I can't live without A-Yang."

Yan Ciwan countered, "Since my mother is so important to you, why can't you give her a little more trust?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Yan Hengyu spoke with little confidence: "I have wronged you and your daughter. I will do anything you ask. You can hit me, scold me, or even kill me. There is only one thing: do not take Ayang away."

"What if I insist on doing this?"

If anyone else had said such words, Yan Hengyu would have killed them without hesitation. But the person standing in front of him was Yan Ciwan. He felt guilty and breathless, and didn't even dare to speak loudly. He could only plead humbly, "Ciwan, please."

Yan Ciwan didn't want to waste any more words with him, so she said directly, "It's getting late, I should go."

Yan Hengyu tried to stop her, but she slapped him in the chest.

This attack used internal force, and Yan Hengyu was forced back two steps, feeling a suffocating pain in his chest. Then, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Ciwan didn't even glance at him, and strode out of the Hundred Herbs Garden.

The Ulan cavalry who had been surrounding the Hundred Herbs Garden had all dispersed, leaving only Lu Jinshu. When he saw Yan Ciwan about to leave, he immediately stepped forward to stop her.

Yan Ciwan pointed Ning Dao at him: "If you don't want to die, get lost."

Lu Jinshu stood firmly in front of her, unmoving.

Yan Ciwan raised her knife, ready to chop it down on his forehead.

However, Lu Jinshu neither dodged nor flinched, but stood straight in place, as if he didn't care about life or death.

The blade stopped less than an inch away from him.

Yan Ciwan could tell that this guy was truly fearless.

Lu Jinshu said, "His Highness hopes you can stay."

"He can kill me if he wants, and let me stay if he wants. What am I to him?"

“Ever since you left Xizhou, the Prince has ordered the Hundred Herbs Garden and the Pearl Tower where you lived to be sealed off. He forbids anyone from setting foot in these two places or mentioning anything about you. He has also put away all the things that the Princess and you used. But one time, I found him coming to the Hundred Herbs Garden alone in the middle of the night and not leaving until dawn. He has always been thinking about the Princess and you.”

Yan Ciwan said coldly, "I only remember that he wanted to kill me."

"He is, after all, your father..."

"I no longer have a father."

Lu Jinshu's gaze fell on what was behind her.

Yan Ciwan turned around and looked back, seeing Yan Hengyu walking out of the Hundred Herbs Garden clutching his chest. He must have heard what Yan Ciwan said, because his face looked even paler.

Since the words had already been spoken, Yan Ciwan decided to make them clear and unambiguous.

She sheathed her sword, turned around, and spoke to Yan Hengyu.

"My only living relative is my grandmother. Besides that, I have friends and a lover. I am no longer the little girl who could only live under your wing. I have grown up and I can still live well even without you."

A profound sense of loss overwhelmed Yan Hengyu, and he murmured, "You already have someone you like? Who is it?"

"His name is Li Wang. He is the last son of Crown Prince Renxian and the current emperor. After I leave Xizhou this time, I will settle in Chang'an and marry him. If you really want to make amends to my mother and me, please give up the idea of ​​sending troops to attack Chang'an and let us live a peaceful life from now on."

Upon hearing that she was getting married, Lu Jinshu lowered his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

Having said all she needed to say, Yan Ciwan turned to leave. Lu Jinshu tried to stop her, but Yan Ciwan tackled him to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, Lu Jinshu pounced on her, grabbing her leg and refusing to let go.

Yan Ciwan struck him hard on the back of the neck with the hilt of Ning Dao.

He suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the spot.