She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 214: Resurrected from Death, No One Else to Blame

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Resurrected from Death, No One Else to Blame

Yan Wanqing felt she was in a dimly lit room where she couldn’t see her hand when she stretched it out.

She dashed around the small room but couldn’t find her way out.

"Sister..."

A faint voice could be heard.

Yan Wanqing listened intently.

"Who is calling me?"

"Sister... save me." The voice rang out again.

Yan Wanqing followed the voice and leaned against the wall, which was rough with splinters that painfully pricked her fingertips.

"Who is it?" Yan Wanqing, heedless of the pain, felt almost faint—the pain was too much, right at her heart...

"Xiaowu, Xiaoliu... Xiaoqi? Is it you?"

"...Sister, it hurts, save me."

Cries from all directions enveloped Yan Wanqing; she clutched her chest, and in the dim light, she saw her sisters covered in blood on the ground, with a woman in fine clothes holding a long sword, continually advancing towards them.

"Stop! If you want someone, come at me!"

Yan Wanqing reached out towards the figure as ultimate darkness surged toward her like a tide, followed immediately by an overwhelming flash of light!

"You’re awake." A cold voice devoid of any warmth came through.

The sound of rushing stream water suddenly pierced her ears, and at that moment, Yan Wanqing opened her eyes, fully alert.

She looked towards the source of the voice.

It was the Taoist she had seen at the Summer Resort that night.

Or rather, her master, Song Huaxu.

"Good disciple, why are you looking at your master like that."

Song Huaxu’s silver hair, partially wet from the splashing waterfall, glanced over with eyes that seemed to see through half her life.

"...Master." Yan Wanqing barely spoke when she felt a sharp pain in her throat.

Song Huaxu looked away and uttered a faint hum.

Yan Wanqing found that her previously severed tendons in her arms and legs had been fully reconnected.

She furrowed her brows.

She knew it was Song Huaxu who had treated her.

But why...

Yan Wanqing was a bit puzzled.

If Song Huaxu had chosen Xiao Hongshen, and in the previous life had been one of the behind-the-scenes masterminds leading Township Manor to destruction, why would he now save her?

"The medicine is beside you, go boil it yourself."

Song Huaxu dropped these words and left.

Yan Wanqing saw that he had left a pile of herbs at his previous spot.

With no one around for miles, Yan Wanqing limped along the stream for a long time, unable to find a single household.

She looked at the herbs in her palm and without a word, stuffed them into her mouth.

The strong bitterness and other strange flavors almost made her spit them out.

But Yan Wanqing forced herself to swallow them anyway.

If Song Huaxu had saved her, then he would not have tampered with the herbs.

Yan Wanqing credited his rescue to their master-disciple relationship.

With stream water, she rinsed out her mouth, suppressing the nauseating feeling.

Then she sat down in a circle and began to heal through cultivating her inner strength.

Although Song Huaxu had repaired her tendons and blood vessels, the wounds inflicted by Li Chengyuan were only hastily treated with golden sore medicine.

If she didn’t rely on her inner strength now to catalyze the effectiveness of the herbs, she wouldn’t survive the nightfall.

"Master oh Master, save someone through to the end, deliver salvation completely..." Yan Wanqing muttered helplessly.

He saved her but then left her behind; what was the reasoning in that?

The herbs slowly took effect under her feeble inner strength.

Yan Wanqing said no more, closed her eyes tightly, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Unbeknownst to her, high above in the tree canopy, the man in the Taoist robe was looking down at her.

His gaze was calm. For the first time, ripples appeared in his indifferent eyes, which seemed to see through all beings.

This disciple had been predicted by his divination.

Just as the divination indicated, this girl was no ordinary figure, possessing the power to shake heaven and earth.

Her rise had been unstoppable since her coming-of-age ceremony.

The Emperor had somehow received news and sought him out that day.

"The Commandery Princess and I are as close as brothers, and I am sorry, but I cannot help in this matter," he refused the Emperor’s request.

That evening, his disciple, Yan Wanqing, was ambushed in the suburban woods on her way back to the Capital City.

Assassins everywhere, desperately trying to kill her.

By the time she arrived at the Township Manor in Capital City, only one Hidden Guard remained by her side.

The Emperor came to seek his help a second time, asking him to take action.

"The Taoist can continue to stand by as before, but I absolutely will not sit idly by. Dawei is mine, better to wrongly kill a thousand than to miss one!"

From the Emperor’s eyes, Song Huaxu saw a monarch’s cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness.

He even disregarded Township Manor’s Lord, a loyal servant who had defended his realm with a lifetime at war.

"I can make this trip for your majesty, but after this matter, I hope your majesty will show mercy and spare my disciple’s life."

"If she were like an ordinary woman, to marry and bear children, I will give her the prosperity, riches, and supreme power she deserves."

That night, he made a trip to the Township Manor.

After a lengthy talk with his brother, Yan Guozhong, he took out the Thousand Mechanism...

Thereafter, Yan Wanqing was granted the title of Princess Anping, and like any other woman, she was kept secluded indoors for four years.

Then at the beginning of this year, the Emperor found him once again.

Song Huaxu fell into his memories.

A fleeting sorrow passed through his eyes.

It was by then deep into the night.

The woman by the creek sat still in her original spot. The dew had soaked her clothes, and the originally dry scent of blood gradually began to spread, attracting some restless beasts in the darkness.

Just as a black bear was closing in, Song Huaxu was about to intervene when he saw Yan Wanqing, who had been sitting still, suddenly move.

Like a specter, she pulled a hairpin from her hair and unblinkingly stabbed it into the bear’s eyes. Then, taking advantage of the bear’s moment of pain and rage, she leaped onto a nearby tree branch.

The black bear, in unbearable pain, charged wildly through the woods, setting off a flurry of startled crows.

Yan Wanqing let out a long breath.

That was close.

If she hadn’t stopped channeling her inner strength just moments ago, she might now be lying within the bear’s stomach.

Luckily, she had reacted in time.

Yan Wanqing, covering the wound that began to bleed due to her movements, wryly curled her lips.

She could blame no one but herself for ending up in this predicament today.

If only she had gotten rid of Li Chengyuan, the cause of all her troubles, back in Bai Village, without concerning herself with royal power or the nonsense of the Imperial Heir, none of this would have happened.

What had gotten into her?

She leaned against the tree crown, pondering over her younger days.

Heartless and resolute.

She didn’t understand why, as she aged, her heart had softened.

Was it because she cared too much about too many things, always finding herself restrained?

If her father and brothers were still alive, certainly someone could have given her an answer, but unfortunately...

Yan Wanqing thought again of the young man in the carriage.

Clearly, he was her brother.

But why didn’t he recognize her?

"Argh-argh——" The black bear under the tree stump was still howling.

Yan Wanqing no longer cared; she turned and leaped towards the brightly lit area in the distance.

If Li Chengyuan couldn’t kill her, then now it was her turn!

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