Chapter 577 - Chapter 577: Recognition

chapter 577: recognition

translator: atlas studios editor: atlas studios

in the past few years, wei liulang had been living in endless struggle and pain.

he often wondered why his grandfather, father, and brothers were all dead, and why he was the only one struggling to survive.

the moment he cut off mo guiyuan’s head, he did obtain relief, but there was an empty place in his heart that he could not fill.

however, the moment wei xiyue hugged him, he felt redeemed. he looked at the little fellow in his arms. “xiyue, do you know who i am?”

“sixth uncle,” wei xiyue said.

wei liulang still wanted to make a last struggle to resist.

wei xiyue said, “xiyue wants to eat lotus seeds. sixth uncle is not around, so no one is picking lotus seeds for xiyue.”

wei liulang hugged her tightly. “alright, sixth uncle will pluck them for xi

yue.”

in the valley, a fierce battle had just ended.

the qin family’s iron cavalry was invincible. coupled with qin canglan holding down the fort, the white lotus society’s army was defeated. mo guiyuan’s many years of planning finally came to an end at this moment.

people had their strengths. mo guiyuan was good at scheming and controlling people’s hearts, but he was still inferior to qin canglan in terms of training.

the main danger of the white lotus society was not the army, but the countless believers. once mo guiyuan gave the order, there was a high chance that there would be many riots among the people. this was mo guiyuan’s ultimate method.

what they had to do was to kill him in advance and firmly not give mo guiyuan a chance to cause chaos.

as it turned out, they did.

qin canglan left the deputy general to deal with the aftermath while he rode his horse to look for his precious granddaughter.

the old marquis wanted to go too.

qin canglan sighed. “you’re injured like this. you should rest for a while.”

“aren’t you injured too?” the old marquis refused and insisted on going together.

qin canglan said, “you’re very stubborn!”

the two of them found su xiaoxiao. su xiaoxiao had just stitched up the last wound on wei ting. yuchi xiu was not around; he had gone to chase after mo guiyuan.

the two of them looked at the tragic wei ting and did not know what to say.

this kid had really gone all out to kill mo guiyuan.

the old marquis looked around. ‘where’s mo guiyuan? did he… escape?” su xiaoxiao said firmly, “he can’t escape.”

near pear blossom lane, the imperial capital was frightened out of its wits.

he was a judge and had seen countless murders, but it was really scary to see such a terrifying corpse in broad daylight!

the imperial capital quickly asked the officials to protect the event location and called the coroner over.

he had a feeling that he had encountered a big case!

he was going to be promoted again!

qin canglan sent su xiaoxiao and wei ting back to the capital.

“are you sure you don’t want to go to the imperial astronomy center?” qin canglan asked.

su xiaoxiao sat in the carriage and replied, “there’s no need. let’s go to the medical center.”

mo guiyuan was already dead. the spies of the white lotus society were leaderless and would no longer pose a threat to them.

moreover, wei ting was so seriously injured and needed a doctor to take care of him at all times. going to the medical center was the best choice.

qin canglan looked at the number one hall and said to su xiaoxiao, “you and wei ting go in first. i’ll send the old monkey… ahem, your granduncle back to the duke mansion before coming to see you.”

su xiaoxiao nodded. “yes!”

wei ting was carried into the medical center on a stretcher by ah zhong and xiao weizi.

this time, he was not pretending to be injured. he was really injured.

manager sun looked at wei ting, who was tied up like a dumpling and simply couldn’t bear to look.

“too tragic, too tragic… how did it end up like this? will he die? aiya, won’t

little su be a widow again? what if you can’t get married in the future?”

just as he finished speaking, he turned around and there was a long queue at the door.

the person at the front of the queue pointed at himself with a smile. “manager

sun, do you think i can?”

manager sun said, “get lost!”

ah zhong and xiao weizi carried wei ting into su xiaoxiao’s room. little weizi’s eyes were red. “boss… young master…”

ah zhong interrupted him. “heaven will help a good person. nothing will happen!”

little weizi hurriedly wiped his tears.

ah zhong was older than him and had a calm personality. he said to su xiaoxiao, “boss, we’ll go out first. call us if you need anything.” “okay,” su xiaoxiao replied.

after the two of them left, su xiaoxiao hung an iv drip for wei ting.

someone knocked on the door.

“come in,” su xiaoxiao said.

wei liulang walked in.

he had already changed out of his bloodstained clothes and put on his mask again.

however, it was unknown if it was an illusion, but his aura was very different from before.

it was as if… a heavy shackle in her heart had been unlocked.

he was no longer shrouded in haze. he walked out into the sunlight.

he came to the bed and looked at wei ting, who was covered in bandages and breathing weakly. he opened his mouth and asked, “little seven, he…”

su xiaoxiao adjusted the drip speed. “his injuries have been treated and the bleeding has stopped, but whether he can wake up depends on his own luck.”

she turned to look at wei liulang. “is mo guiyuan dead?” “dead,” said wei liulang. “i killed him myself.”

“that’s good.” su xiaoxiao nodded.

seeing that she was not too surprised, wei liulang could not help but ask, “you knew that mo guiyuan would come to look for me? did little seven mention it to you?”

su xiaoxiao shook her head. “he never mentioned his plan to me.”

if he had mentioned it, with wei ting’s understanding of her, she would definitely secretly follow him to kill mo guiyuan. he did not want her to bear the danger.

“then you…” wei liulang did not understand how she had guessed.

su xiaoxiao recalled, “when we were in the countryside, it was almost the new year. once, when we were making new year goods at home, wei ting was in charge of cutting the dough. every piece he cut was identical. i asked him why his knife skills were so good, and he said that he practiced. even if he stabbed a vital point, it wouldn’t kill the victim.”

wei ting knew very well how to kill a person.

pseudocide could not be hidden from his eyes.

when a person died, no matter how powerful the life-saving medicine was, it was useless.

he deliberately let the seriously injured mo guiyuan go.

he wanted mo guiyuan to die in wei liulang’s hands and let him obtain true relief.

wei liulang actually understood. he looked at the unconscious wei ting with heartache. “little seven… will wake up, right?”

su xiaoxiao whispered, “i don’t know.”

mo guiyuan’s death caused a huge commotion in the capital. there were all sorts of speculation, but the imperial court would naturally deal with the aftermath.

ever since she returned to the medical center, she had been guarding wei ting’s bed.

this was the furthest she felt that wei ting was from her.

he was clearly close, but he could let go at any time.

su cheng also came over.

he looked at his son-in-law, who could no longer respond to him, and his heart ached as if he was losing his own son.

su xiaoxiao sat in front of the bed and said calmly, “if you don’t wake up, i’ll remarry. i’m serious. do you know how many people in the capital want to marry me? not to mention those from a distance, just everyone on this street who heard that you’re about to die and came to propose marriage every day almost broke the threshold. manager sun is so annoyed.”

“i think a few are not bad. the young master of the liu family is rich and imposing. minister zhang’s son is funny. although zhao tuzi is a widower and has five children, i heard that he is very doting…”

she chattered on.

suddenly, a large hand covered in gauze raised and gently grabbed the back of her head, pressing her against his chest domineeringly.

a hoarse and weak voice came from above.

“what kind of people are you looking for… are you trying to anger me to death…”