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Chapter 797 - 786 Your servant has failed Saint’s Grace... (Fifth Update)

Chapter 797: Chapter 786 Your servant has failed Saint’s Grace... (Fifth Update)

He quickly composed himself, "I had no intention of killing him. I did what I did for your sake. Because I know you value him. Sister Pan’er, you must believe me!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and he could not help but step forward to grasp Su Pan’er’s arm.

"Fei’er, you have disappointed me greatly."

Su Pan’er forcefully pulled away from his grasp, her eyes filled with deep sorrow, "You’re lying to me! All those things you once said, all those promises you made, you’ve forgotten them all."

She was disappointed.

The pain in her heart was even greater than his.

Qin Feimo suddenly panicked!

A panic like never before, not even when his father, the Emperor, passed away or when the Empress Mother died, had he ever felt this distressed.

In that moment, he cried out incessantly, "Sister Pan’er, Sister Pan’er! I was wrong, Sister Pan’er... Sister Pan’er, give me another chance, just one more!"

But Su Pan’er turned around and walked away, regardless of Qin Feimo chasing after her from behind.

Qin Yi sat on a large rock outside waiting for her, and when he saw Qin Feimo following Su Pan’er, his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sister Pan’er..."

His words were filled with sobs.

"Stop following me. Not every mistake can be corrected after being made."

Your Sister Pan’er has already been killed by you personally.

Su Pan’er didn’t voice these thoughts, but her eyes conveyed a sense of finality, "From now on, may Your Majesty journey well. I firmly believe that Your Majesty will be a great Emperor, one who will bring glory to Our Great Zhou Dynasty! Your Majesty, take care!"

Having said this, she slowly knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to Qin Feimo.

Then she rose, helped Qin Yi up, and he also paid his respects to him, softly saying, "Take care." The two of them supported each other and walked step by step towards the gate.

From beginning to end, Qin Feimo quietly watched.

He let Su Pan’er kowtow to him, let her slowly walk out of his line of sight, until she completely disappeared from his eyes.

Suddenly, a light rain began to fall from the sky, sprinkling down from above, landing on people’s hair, faces, and bodies, chilling them to the bone.

Mrs. Hwa, wife of State Duke Hua, appeared silently behind Qin Feimo, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Not until the rain in the sky mysteriously stopped did Qin Feimo slowly turn around, unable to tell whether his face was wet from rain or tears.

"Let’s go back! They are determined to leave, and further words are useless," Mrs. Hwa advised.

"Great Ancestor, I truly did it for his own good. I hoped he could extricate himself from this matter. I didn’t want him to die; I was afraid Sister Pan’er would be heartbroken," Qin Feimo cried, his face streaming with tears.

Mrs. Hwa remained silent for a long time before she finally let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, did you intend to take his life when you acted?"

Although she was not present at the scene of the incident, she had afterwards inquired about it from many people.

Qin Feimo was silent for a long while before he managed a bitter smile.

"Yes! In that moment, I truly wanted his life!"

He wanted to have Sister Pan’er all to himself! Indeed, a murderous intent had flashed through his mind at that time.

If only he had killed Qin Yi, then Sister Pan’er would be his alone! His father, the Emperor, was gone, and so was the Empress Mother. All he wanted was to have someone by his side; was that really so much to ask for?

Qin Feimo wiped at his tears, which seemed as though they would never stop.

"I don’t know what came over me at the time, what on earth happened!" he cried out in regret.

Su Pan’er and Qin Yi left the residence and got into the carriage.

Seeing Qin Yi’s large hand resting on his thigh, she quickly bent down and gently began to massage it to encourage blood flow.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but not as much as it does inside."

Qin Yi sighed.

Su Pan’er’s little hand kept massaging his leg, "Actually... if you wanted to dodge, you could have avoided his strike, so why didn’t you dodge?"

"Why should I dodge?"

A mocking smile curled up at the corner of Qin Yi’s mouth, "Yes, I could have avoided the strike. But I wanted to know if he really considered me as his loyal subject. After I fought battles on his behalf and helped him build his empire... What’s so surprising about that, really? Since ancient times, there are plenty of examples where the dead hare’s hound gets cooked. It’s just my turn to experience it now."

"Hmm..."

Su Pan’er nodded silently without saying a word.

As the carriage drove off from the State Duke’s Mansion, news quickly spread that Marquis Zhenguo had handed over his seal and military control.

Countless people with their own agendas waited outside the gates of Marquis Zhenguo’s Residence, anticipating the next move of the household.

It was only when they realized that Marquis Zhenguo had not opened his doors for a long time that the bolder ones quietly climbed the walls to peer inside.

This look revealed shocking news; the grounds of Marquis Zhenguo’s Residence were covered with a thick layer of branches and leaves, and the grand residence itself was deserted. Everyone had vanished into thin air.

Curious whispers rose among the people, and the rumors began to spread.

By the time Ye Han returned, he kicked open the gates of Marquis Zhenguo’s Residence. After a thorough search, indeed, there was no one left.

Ye Han was furious!

It is said that he had a big argument with His Majesty over the matter of Marquis Zhenguo.

It is said that he sent his personal guard to Yongzhou Prefecture to search for Marquis Zhenguo in this small village named Luoyan Village, but they found no trace of him.

It is said that he refused to believe the truth of the matter and ordered a thorough investigation. However, what they found was something no one expected.

It is said...

Among the swirling rumors, one thing was certain, Marquis Zhenguo had indeed disappeared from Chang’an City without a trace!

That day, an old servant dressed as an old man came to the front of the gates of Marquis Zhenguo’s Residence.

He had a pair of goat mutton-chop whiskers by his mouth, and he stared at the gates for a long time before he turned and walked away.

"He really left, unexpectedly just left like that. Why didn’t he inform me beforehand? His Majesty, your last wishes, I’m afraid your servant cannot inform Marquis Zhenguo. Your servant has failed your Saint’s Grace..."

He murmured softly and slowly left Chang’an City, walking further and further along the official roads until he disappeared at the end of the horizon.

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In the month of May, the breeze brought warmth.

The vast grassy plain was dotted with freshly sprung green grass and tiny flowers, with no end in sight.

On the prairie, a little girl ran like a happy swallow, holding a butterfly net in her hand and chasing butterflies.

Her giggles could be heard from afar.

"Yan Yan, slow down, slow down, be careful not to fall!"

Behind the little girl, a woman with a face full of affection kept reminding her, almost as if she wished she could tether the little girl to her belt.

The little girl, clearly lively and restless, did not take the woman’s words to heart. Seeing a butterfly fly past, she lunged after it and stumbled to the ground, watching as the butterfly she almost had flew away.

"Mother, woo woo..."

She suddenly started crying.

The woman, on the other hand, laughed heartily, "Be good, don’t cry, don’t cry. Mother told you that you would fall if you ran. Did you fall?"

Her laughter only made the little girl cry harder!

The sound of hooves approached across the plain, and as the sound grew nearer, a figure leaped off the horseback and hastened to the mother and daughter.

"Why are you crying again? Little Yanyan, be good, come to daddy for a hug."