He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 77 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife (Part 20) (The End)

After the start of Minor Snow, the temperature continued to drop, and as far as the eye could see, the palace was covered in a blanket of white.

Wei Jiqing stood under the eaves, shaking off the thin layer of snow from his oil-paper umbrella.

He has been seeing her more and more frequently lately, often leaving his servants behind to sit in her palace.

In the dead of night, Wen Yan groggily opened her eyes and was startled half to death by the man sitting in front of her bed.

Or perhaps they walked halfway through the Imperial Garden, where he waited quietly, and followed her back to the palace.

Wen Yan was so frightened that she became desensitized.

It is worth mentioning that Wei Jiqing was born to be an emperor, and in just over a month, the voices of opposition in the court completely disappeared.

The matter of the talent show and the "femme fatale" was never mentioned again.

Wen Yan was very satisfied and packed up to prepare to enter retirement mode ahead of schedule.

Until Wei Jiqing suddenly coughed up blood and fainted.

Wen Yan:! ! !

She dropped the bowl in her hand and hurriedly lifted him onto the bed, taking his pulse and giving him acupuncture all at once.

Wait a minute, how come Wei Jiqing is so seriously ill?

No, there must be a misdiagnosis. Let's try again.

Wen Yan carefully felt his pulse and felt despair.

This poison is extremely dangerous and potent; it corrodes all the internal organs, and there's no way to save the patient.

She couldn't save him.

Wen Yan sat there in a daze, her hand resting on his pulse for a long time.

"Little San San, what's going on?"

233 was on the verge of tears. It didn't know either. It had been observing him carefully every day, so how could he have been poisoned?

They're practically dying from the poison now.

A gentle man suddenly swore.

“Wei Yanlin poisoned him.” 233 really couldn’t believe that it could make such a big mistake, so it specifically looked up the history before Wen Yan transmigrated to this world, “It’s been five years.”

233 couldn't bear to see Wen Yan looking so distraught, so she whispered, "My lord, it's alright, you still have another world to live in."

"But he only has this one life."

233 didn't understand, but knew that it was best to shut up at this time.

Wen Yan touched Wei Jiqing's pale face and murmured, "I won't let you suffer in vain. I will avenge you."

Then she took out her machete, walked out the door with a murderous aura, and after taking only a couple of steps, she felt it was too slow, so she simply flew up.

233 (Disordered face): No, no, no, my lord, you're dead! This is proper ancient times, not martial arts world or fantasy world!

I can't fly, I really can't fly!

233 was making such a ruckus that it almost made Wen Yan's head explode.

Wen Yan ignored it expressionlessly, and with a whoosh, flew even faster.

233 watched her afterimage, tears almost dried up. After crying for a while, she took out a piece of paper with a pitiful expression and wrote a title.

Letter of self-criticism.

Waaaaah! You damned Wei Yanlin, I'm going to kill you! Waaaaah, if it weren't for your antics, would my dear master be so angry?

Is it possible to be so impulsive?

233 wrote a self-criticism while crying and racking her brains.

On the roof tiles of the Imperial Clan Court.

Wen Yan quietly descended, removing the tiles from room by room until she found and locked onto Wei Yanlin.

He was completely unrestrained; he would drink the moment he opened his eyes, his clothes half-undone, his beard unshaven, and just looking at him was like looking at dirty eyes.

Wen Yan pinched her nose and broke through the window.

"Who is it?" Wei Yanlin opened his eyes indifferently, saw Wen Yan's undisguised face, and laughed wildly.

He caught a glimpse of the gleaming machete in Wen Yan's hand and said indifferently, "What, you want to kill me? Come on!"

His eyes were cloudy, but he still caught the hatred on Wen Yan's face. After thinking for a moment, he laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"Hahaha, you've come to me now because you've probably found out. That short-lived Wei Jiqing was poisoned by me a long time ago. He'll be going to hell with me now."

He was on the verge of tears.

"I am the one protected by Heaven! Anyone who opposes me must die, you die too, all of you die!"

Wei Yanlin has clearly gone mad. He had a dream in which he killed Wei Jiqing, ascended the throne, expanded the territory, killed a whole line of Xiongnu, and had three thousand beauties in his harem.

It ushered in the first golden age in history.

He laughed and laughed, but then tears streamed down his face. He was unwilling to accept it, truly unwilling to accept it.

Wen Yan remained expressionless. He would say a sentence, and she would chop it, until he could no longer utter a sound.

233 was almost shattered inside, but was finally released.

It didn't even dare to look at Wei Yan's unclosed eyes as he died, and carefully jumped to Wen Yan's side, licking the blood on her hands and cheeks.

I just can't bring myself to say what I originally wanted to say.

It had never seen such an adult before, so cold and ruthless, like a killing machine that only knew how to swing its cleaver again and again.

Blood splattered on her face, yet she remained unfazed and swung the knife again.

Wen Yan sat there, stunned, her mind replaying Feng Heng's death, the crimson blood, the shattered tears, and that one sentence:

"forget me, please."

She couldn't accept his death, even though it was just a small world.

Perhaps the pungent smell of blood was too irritating, for she put away her machete and got up to leave.

Just as she had planned when she came, she would kill and then leave.

“Let’s go,” Wen Yan said, propping herself up, shaking the blood off her hands, and stepping over Wei Yanlin’s corpse.

233 jumped a few steps and transformed into a ball of light that flew into her body.

With her retirement plans temporarily put on hold, Wen Yan devoted herself to caring for Wei Jiqing, whose condition was deteriorating.

As if oblivious to his changes, she clung to him every day, following him everywhere he went, and no matter how much she tried to shoo him away, she wouldn't leave.

He took out a bunch of treasures and picked out some to make him drink.

Wei Jiqing, despite his physical discomfort, refused to accept her offer and was determined to get rid of her. He promised her a life of comfort and happiness once she left.

But to my surprise, she wouldn't leave no matter what.

He tried everything—persuasion, chasing her away, scolding her, forcing her—but she seemed to have become attached to him.

Wei Jiqing hardened her heart and resorted to emotional abuse; she knew that if she couldn't take it, she would leave sooner or later.

It wasn't until he found Wen Yan huddled against the wall in the Crown Prince's courtyard, having not eaten for days and crying her eyes out, that his heart softened.

Wen Yan cried so hard she could hardly breathe: "You coward, why did you let go? I want you to lock onto me tightly, for all eternity."

Wei Jiqing embraced her: "Yes, I'll be with you for all eternity."

You said you wouldn't abandon me.

"I won't abandon you." Wei Jiqing was completely obedient.

Wen Yan was at a loss, so she peeked at him and pressed her luck: "Then say you love me."

"I love you."

Wei Jiqing stroked her back, his warm breath gently caressing her neck.

What good would it do to let her accompany him on his final journey?

Why pressure her like this?

Wen Yan was overjoyed and happily led the person back to the palace, into this invisible cage.

Wei Jiqing followed her in silence.

Another autumn.

That day, Wei Jiqing suddenly felt full of energy, much better than before.

Back to light.

He stood up from his wheelchair and walked around twice.

As I slowly walked out of the yard, I saw Wen Yan picking fruit not far away.

I feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This is a small border town in the south, with green mountains and clear waters, perfect for recuperation.

A few months ago, he sensed that his time was up, so he hurriedly dealt with everything and devoted himself to being with her alone.

Who knew that after arriving at this place, his health would improve day by day, and he would live for an extra month.

"Yanyan," Wei Jiqing called to her as he walked under the tree.

[Fool.]

The thought suddenly came to mind, and Wei Jiqing was taken aback.

Come to think of it, he hasn't heard her thoughts since he coughed up blood.

It feels a little strange to suddenly recall these thoughts now.

Wen Yan jumped down from the tree. He forgot that he was terminally ill and subconsciously reached out to catch her, but in the end, they both fell into the grass.

The thick grass was soft and didn't hurt, but it tickled my face.

Wen Yan wrapped her arms around his waist, tilted her clean, smiling face up, looked at him for a long time, and a flash of sorrow crossed her eyes.

She looked him straight in the eye and said earnestly, "Wei Jiqing, I don't think I've ever told you this before."

Wei Jiqing stared into those bright and gentle eyes, which seemed to hold a pool of spring water, as if he could sense what she was about to say.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was clear, cold, and low: "What did you say?"

"You are such an insecure person, cold and fragile, you are such an awkward person."

Wei Jiqing remained silent: It seems he had a bad feeling.

“But,” Wen Yan’s tone changed, her eyes crinkling, “I love you very much, I only love you just like this, not a little more or less.”

The sudden confession stunned him; before his mind could process it, he grabbed her tightly.

She wasn't wrong; he was really conflicted. He wanted to possess her completely, yet he also wanted to be ruthless and send her away.

Now, he's leaving quickly, and in the end, he still can't hold onto her.

Wei Jiqing stopped talking and held her even tighter.

The little girl's body was soft, like a fluffy white cloud, carrying a warm fragrance.

He wasn't a sentimental person, but the stinging sensation in his nose told him he wanted to cry.

I felt both happy and bittersweet.

I'm so glad to have met her, and to have nurtured this timid little flower into such a bright and beautiful bloom.

The bittersweet thing is that he couldn't spend more time with her.

As her strength was slowly drained away, a tear of resentment rolled down her cheek, and Wei Jiqing's eyes were filled with sorrow: "Yanyan, I love you more..."

Before he could finish speaking, the hand that was holding her fell limp.

The autumn wind blowing through the hall clung to the hems of their clothes.

Wen Yan grabbed the lifeless hand and used it to wrap around her waist again, her small mouth opening and closing as she muttered, "This is the second time. If you dare to abandon me again, I won't want you anymore."

After saying that, she touched the red mole on his neck with her lips.

Tears streamed down her increasingly cold skin and into her collar.

On this clear autumn day, the unfinished words drifted away in a wisp of bleak autumn wind, and a few small white flowers were stuck on the raised mound of earth.

From then on, beyond the snow-covered mountains, the green bamboos no longer swayed.

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La la la, that's the end of this little story.

It ended a bit hastily, please forgive me. A loved one recently passed away, and I'm incredibly sad. If you feel uncomfortable with this, please feel free to gently correct me (you can also gently correct me~ (￣▽￣～)~). My little ones, the author is really sensitive and terrified of being scolded T_T

Oh, right!!! Starting with the next story, I'm going to write an immersive (seriously, completely immersive!!!) quick transmigration story! (?＞?＜)☆

The system will appear in various forms and identities! Its role and screen time will be relatively limited, though.