novelraw Chapter 1930 Control
Chapter 1930 Control
Chapter 1930 Control
"Zhen Mi'er, what nonsense are you spouting!" Wan Jun felt a surge of anger rising within him. After being married for several years, he was not unaware of what Zhen Mi'er was doing; on the contrary, he knew it better than anyone else.
The martial world and the imperial court, once entangled, become a murky mess, from which no one can escape unscathed. Now, it's too late for Zhen Mi'er to push him out.
It's too late...
Wan Jun's sword pierced the man's chest, and warm blood fell onto his body, staining his clothes red.
Zhen Mi'er's eyes reddened. If Wan Jun hadn't appeared at Cangjian Manor back then, he wouldn't have been targeted. Wanhua Manor wouldn't have been wiped out.
He should have been a pure and virtuous doctor, dedicated to saving lives.
But now, he is shrouded in hatred, covered in blood, and hidden in the undercurrents of the martial world, his appearance completely changed.
“It’s my fault that you’ve been wronged…” Zhen Mi’er heard her own voice, as light as a feather, yet each word was so heavy that she could hardly breathe. “Wan Jun, let’s get a divorce.”
Wan Jun seemed completely taken aback by Zhen Mi'er's words. He turned to look at her, instantly losing all his guard, as if a cold arrow had pierced his shoulder, yet he still managed to stand up straight.
Zhen Mi'er flew to Wan Jun's side and shielded him from the rain of arrows, but she didn't have the courage to repeat what she had just said.
“Mi’er.” Wan Jun took a deep breath, struggled to raise his arm, and fought alongside Zhen Mi’er. “If we can return alive this time, I will do whatever you say.”
Zhen Mi'er turned her head and looked over. She saw Wan Jun's eyes were like stars, his lips were tightly clenched, and his taut jawline revealed an indescribable determination, just like the way he dragged her out of the fire that night.
At that moment, she thought she had seen the star of her life. But she forgot that stars can only appear at night.
So, after that night, Wan Jun and she lived in endless darkness, with no light to speak of.
“Mi’er, what she can do, I can do too.” Wan Jun suddenly spoke, his tone feigning ease, but it failed to reassure Zhen Mi’er.
Both men were wounded, but the enemy came wave after wave, seemingly endless.
"You are not her, and neither am I." Zhen Mi'er sighed and said softly, "Wan Jun, leave while I can still hold on!"
"I'm not leaving." Wan Jun's face turned cold, and Zhen Mi'er gritted her teeth, "Huan'er needs her father..."
“Huan’er also needs a mother.” Wan Jun’s expression was sharp, almost ferocious against the backdrop of blood and grime on his face. “My children, Wan Jun’s children, will either have both parents alive, or both parents will die.”
Zhen Mi'er was choked and speechless. She was momentarily distracted when an arrow grazed her arm, leaving a long trail of blood.
“Alright.” Zhen Mi’er gave Wan Jun a deep look, as if she had made up her mind. She leaped up and took a few steps to an archer. She snatched the bow from his hand and turned to shoot an arrow at his companion.
While such a method may throw the enemy into disarray, it is only temporary. In the long run, it is tantamount to walking into a trap.
Wan Jun's face turned pale. He wanted to rush over to save the people, but he was blocked by a barrage of arrows and could not move an inch.
"Truly heartfelt." A sigh drowned out all other sounds. Hong Tai stood in the tree and clapped his hands.
Immediately, three arrows were fired in quick succession, and the man holding Zhen Mi'er captive fell to the ground.
Fang Zilan's figure emerged from the shadows of the trees. She held a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, looking calm and composed, like a confident hunter on the hunting grounds.
"Qian Wenxiang has escaped." Fang Zilan said casually as she nocked an arrow. "Anyone who doesn't want to die, lay down your weapons and surrender." "The source of the plague back then, that fisherman who got sick," Fang Zilan heard her own voice, as if it were out of control, and asked, "Is it related to the Su family?"
“It’s irrelevant.” Su Yun pursed her lips. “But after the plague back then, the Su family found many refugees…”
He didn't finish his sentence, but the answer was obvious.
Fang Zilan's face turned pale, and she said coldly, "The Yun family and other medical families did not keep the treatment method to themselves back then. If it's for..."
“No.” Su Yun abruptly interrupted Fang Zilan, shaking his head and saying, “The Su family is not here for a cure.”
Fang Zilan froze, unable to ask any more questions. The person who asked for her was Awan.
"If it's not for a cure, then what is it for?" Awan gritted her teeth and said, "It's a plague! Do you know how many people died back then?"
"I'm sorry," Su Yun blurted out instinctively, without even knowing why he was apologizing. He hadn't been involved and knew nothing of the details.
That apology might simply be because his surname is Su. Having borne the burden of his family's name, he cannot remain untainted.
"Awan, that's enough." Fang Zilan couldn't help but stop Awan. "Lord Su knows nothing."
“But…” A-Wan opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word. She didn’t want to say that Su Yun was innocent, but she didn’t think Su Yun was guilty either.
She still remembers that whenever her master mentioned the Su family, he would say that although their methods were extreme, their medical skills were unmatched, and if they could be passed down to future generations, they would surely benefit people.
How can medical expertise built on the sacrifice of human lives be used to benefit people?
She doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to understand.
Just like those lifeless medicine puppets in the Gate of Hell, they only made her feel like an executioner, not a healer.
Fang Zilan reached out and pulled Awan to her side, gently embracing her. Before she could say anything, she heard Su Yuexi's name again.
She couldn't help but look over, and there lay quietly in Su Yun's palm the jade pendant that should have belonged to Su Yuexi.
It couldn't be hidden any longer.
Lin Jian stepped forward as a witness and truthfully recounted what exactly happened in Linjia Village back then. He didn't hide anything, from Su Yuexi to Xiahou Yan.
Although Awan knew there was more to the story than met the eye when Fang Zilan burned down Linjia Village, she was still deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time after hearing the story.
"So what the Duke of Yue said back then, that Miss Xiahou died of the plague, was all a lie?" Li Qiyou's voice trembled slightly, though he was asking about Lin Jian, his gaze remained fixed on Fang Zilan.
Lin Jian lowered his head and said decisively, "Yes."
A single word was enough to cause a huge uproar. Back then, Fang Zilan entered Linjia Village alone, and in the hearts of the people in the southeast, she was like a god.
But now, the surviving eyewitnesses have recounted their experiences, and behind their seemingly righteous words lies nothing but lies, which no one can accept.
Like a statue, after years of wear and tear, its surface loses its luster, revealing its inner decay and emptiness. With a crash, it collapses and shatters into pieces.
"Miss Awan, is what Chief Escort Lin said true?" Li Qiyou's lips moved as he asked again, "Was what the former Duke of Yue said about Miss Xiahou dying of the plague all a lie?"