Chapter 50: The Peacock Flies Southeast (6)

  I stood there, where the gloomy tomb was actually a maiden's boudoir. The sky and earth were covered with light pink satin, and the canopy was filled with a kind of softness unique to this room. Although the patterns were simple and unadorned, the material was ordinary, but the embroidery was exquisite, unparalleled in the world. On top of the canopy hung two celadon incense burners, gently releasing elegant fragrance. The air was filled with a gentle and enchanting atmosphere that made one forget to leave. I vaguely remembered that this was indeed the plum blossom of Xifengyuan.

  The only precious decoration in the entire room was a bright pearl hanging high above, making the room bright. In the bed, a figure lay vaguely. On the pear-wood round table, there was an embroidered tablecloth, which was exactly the same as the one I saw in Mei Xiaozhu's place. Even on the wall hung that famous painting of lotus and mandarin ducks playing together. The only difference was that on the elegant embroidered tablecloth lay an unfinished circular embroidery hoop with a fine needle inserted into it, seemingly embroidering a pair of intertwined lotus flowers.

  Time seems to have frozen here, as if the mistress is resting, and we three people with blood all over our bodies burst into her world, roughly breaking the tranquility of this place.

  Of course, there are also people who don't think so. Yuan Qingwu excitedly wiped her face with both hands, revealing a clean face. Although she had aged and been drifting outside for many years, there were obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she still didn't lose her beauty. One could imagine that when she was young, she came from a noble family, was spoiled by her father and brothers, indulged in elegant arts, not only owning the purest love of childhood friends, but also marrying into her ideal husband's family, being deeply loved. At that time, she must have been magnificent beyond measure.

  She moistened her lips, smoothed out her hair, and adjusted her clothes. Then she looked around with both eyes, shouting as loudly as possible: "Minglang, Qingwu is here! Come out quickly, Minglang! I've been searching for you outside for so long, suffering so much! I promise not to hit you again! Minglang, just come out quickly! Forgive me, I was wrong! Let me see you one more time!"

  Yu Qingwu spoke and spoke, tears gushing out like a spring, her voice heartbreaking as she called out to her lover.

  Her tearful eyes suddenly stopped at a certain place, and then let out the most terrifying scream in the world. We followed her gaze and saw that in the corner lay a skeleton that had been dead for a long time. This should have been a very tall man, lying on his back on the ground, maintaining the posture of crawling forward with great effort. One hand was stretched out in one direction, and the other hand was pressed under his body. Several black short arrows were inserted behind his back. His face had only bones left, and the protruding finger bones had a broken little finger, and there was a jade ring on the thumb. The bones all over his body were somewhat darkened, and he must have died from severe poisoning at the time of death.

  Yu Qingwu immediately put me down and rushed to the corpse, kneeling on the ground, trembling with both hands. "Ming Lang, Ming Lang, I remember cutting off a piece of your finger, this isn't your favorite jade ring." She muttered there, calling out to Ming Lang, repeatedly stroking the corpse, then secretly hugging the corpse and wailing loudly: "Ming Lang, ah, Ming Lang! Before Grandfather died, he said that even if you escaped from the Yu family's clutches, you would still chase after that person. I didn't believe it at the time, holding onto some illusions, thinking you would open the Purple Spirit Palace and practice the Wu Xiao Jing to avenge the Ming family. Who could have thought... who could have thought you really went chasing after this despicable woman?"

  She carefully turned him over, only to see that the other hand was tightly grasping a Dongling white jade hairpin, exactly the same as the one inserted on Feibai's head. I suddenly remembered that at that time, in order to deceive Suhui, I had asked him to bring this hairpin to Feibai. Had Suhui really been safe? However, Feibai's face was already a picture of extreme change.

  Yu Qingwu stood there, her eyes shattered into a million pieces, and in an instant, her overwhelming sadness turned into twisted hatred: "Ming Fengyang, you used to have people smash those jade chimes and bi discs into piles at home just because I loved the sound of shattering jade. Those precious vessels, you never even put them in your eyes, but for this person, you treasured that broken hairpin so much that even death became a treasure like this."

  She venomously stared at Fei Bai: "It's all because of your cheap woman, killing Ming Lang and my Yang Er."

  She stood up ruthlessly and kicked the remains of Ming Feng into powder with one lift of her foot. The white jade hairpin struck against the golden bricks, making a tinkling sound, as if following an invisible hand of fate, it rolled all the way to Fei Bai's side. Fei Bai's face was pale and otherworldly, slowly picking up the white jade hairpin, tightly grasping it in her hand, with visible veins on the back of her hand, her phoenix eyes filled with infinite sorrow, unfathomable depths.

  Yu Qingwu looked at me, suddenly bursting out a smile: "Xie Mei, you seduced my Minglang, causing my family to break up and perish. Now it's heaven's will that your precious son and his lover have fallen into my hands. I want them to accompany my Minglang and Yang'er in death. On the Yellow Spring Road, won't you be anxious enough to dig out their graves to save him?"

  Yu Qingwu walked towards us with a loud laugh, her eyes still carrying the tears of sadness, but her mouth was filled with a crazy and desperate cruel smile. My heart contracted, this person is mad, really mad.

  "Does Aunt really think that my mother and father killed Uncle?" The white-clad figure stood tall, her snowy clothes blocking my view, coldly saying: "Actually, the one who truly killed your uncle is you."

  "What did you say?" Yu Qingwu was so angry that she laughed instead.

  "Father often mentioned that although Aunt is a daughter, her competitive spirit is stronger than that of boys. Mingfeng Yang was famous at a young age, and although he's a martial arts fanatic, he listens to everything Aunt says. If Aunt said no, Uncle would never have touched the Tearless Scripture. So, in fact, it wasn't Uncle who wanted to practice the Tearless Scripture, but you who wanted to practice that terrifying scripture, because you can't resist its power."

  "Yuan Qingwu's voice rose sharply, 'What are you talking about?'"

  "Is it really just because he doesn't love me anymore that I'm torturing Father like this?" Mother thought to herself, her heart aching. "I don't truly love Father, what I have is only intense resentment." Fei Bai sneered coldly: "Mother's current martial arts skills are not inferior to even the top masters under Heaven, so how did Father's astonishing abilities disappear? And where did Mother's hundred-year-old powers come from?"

  "My martial arts skills naturally improved greatly because I practiced the Wu Lei Jing, and my enemy's martial arts skills also made great progress." The original Qingwu's eyes gradually cleared up, and Rong couldn't help but feel a chill from her cold and ruthless gaze. "Your mother had an affair with your Second Brother Cui, she seduced Ming Lang, and after Ming Lang and your lowly mother were together, his cultivation naturally dissipated."

  "Yu Qingwu, you're lying!" Fei Bai shouted loudly, I had never seen Fei Bai so angry before, his handsome face was completely red: "Since I can remember, I've been by my mother's side every day. My mother indeed liked Ming Fengyang, but they absolutely didn't do anything improper. Ming Fengyang's mind is like a child's, how could he do such a thing? Father is the only man in Mother's life."

  "The creator of the Tearless Scripture clearly wrote on the first page, 'Those who cultivate it will lose their minds and become invincible in the world.' However, they will also forget love and affection, and undergo a great transformation. If Aunt had cultivated this scripture to the point of losing her mind, then why is she still so clear-headed? And how can she still join forces with the Netherworld Sect to search for the manor?" He stood up and slowly walked towards Yuan Qingwu, whose face showed some shock: "Aunt is almost forty years old, but your hands and neck look like they're still in their twenties."

  "Huh, now that you mention it, I take a closer look and indeed, the neck reveals one's true age. Just as I'm shocked, Non-white's hand rises, and in an instant, she tears off something from Yu Qingwu's face, revealing a young and beautiful face, but with an extremely sinister expression."

  "Auntie has been wandering outside for so many years, is she really looking for Mingfeng Yang?" Fei Bai held the mask in her hand: "Auntie said she was traveling in the Western Regions, but why did all of Father's scouts report that Auntie was always in the Southern Border? And who was Auntie with?"

  "Second Brother really won't let me go, and has been sending people to follow me all along?" Yu Qingwu sneered repeatedly.

  "Father, you didn't expect that you would actually get entangled with the traitors of the Dark Palace, and have already cultivated the 'Wú Xiào Jīng' which is even more ruthless than the 'Wú Lèi Jīng'. It's no wonder that Aunt's face looks younger and more beautiful than a twenty-year-old."

  It seems so, I was a bit embarrassed there, she indeed looked younger and more charming than me.

  But Qingwu's body trembled all over, yet she still raised her head high and said loudly: "What does it matter? He ruined my Ming family, and the Yuan family can't tolerate me either. Where else can I go?"

  "In your aunt's heart, is Father really so cruel and unfeeling? He often tells me that he regrets getting you involved in the family feud between the Yuan and Ming families. You were the most innocent one, Auntie, which is why he always looks for you, hoping you can live a better life outside.

  Yuan Fei shook her head: "You shouldn't have practiced the Wu Xiao Jing of the Yuan Family's teachings. It's a kind of overbearing technique that absorbs other people's powers. Those who practice this technique must be with others to absorb their powers and take them for themselves. Truly, you are shameless, Auntie."

  Yu Qingwu's body gradually shook, her eyes filled with fear: "Shut up, you're talking nonsense."

  "Did I say something wrong, Aunt? That day, Ming Fengyang originally wanted to come find Mother, but I didn't know how you also came over. You disguised yourself as Mother's appearance, and the medicine confused Ming Fengyang's mind, sucking away his powers." Yuan Feibai gritted her teeth, her face starting to twist in anger. "Then you deliberately let Father see it - my mother with disheveled clothes, and Ming Fengyang weakly lying on top of her. So Father thought Mother really seduced Ming Fengyang, causing him to lose his powers. In a fit of rage, Father severely injured Mother's heart meridian, leaving behind a chronic illness."

  "How did you know?" Yu Qingwu's body was like a fallen leaf in a gust of wind, slowly retreating backwards in fear.

  "Do you remember that day when you killed a house slave who suddenly appeared from nowhere?" Yuan Fei's expression was cold as he said, "That house slave was Xie San Shu, my mother's personal attendant. He took me to hide in the corner and saw everything. To protect me, he jumped out, and I managed to survive."

  "That day, I remember there were two figures. It turns out the other one was you." Yu Qingwu shouted loudly, her voice suddenly turning cold and menacing: "It's actually you."

  "Is it really just because of the loss of reason that Mingfeng Yang was able to do what he did?" Fei Bai walked up to her and locked eyes with her: "Since you've already scattered your powers, Mingfeng Yang has regained his sanity, naturally he will remember you and your love for him. Or perhaps you could have killed Mother on the spot to vent your anger, why did you still need to direct that tragic scene, seal Mother's acupoints, and let her watch from the side as you entwined with Mingfeng Yang, tormented him, absorbed his powers, and even wanted Father to kill my mother with his own hands, so that he would live forever in pain and regret. I've thought about it for so many years in my wheelchair, and finally understood."

  Yu Qing's dance gradually calmed down, she supported the pear wood round table, straightened her body, and gently swept a strand of hair with her slender hand, smiling infinitely: "Oh, what do you understand?"

  "The two men that Aunt had cared about the most in her life, one was Father and the other was Ming Fengyang. However, no one knew that in this world, Aunt loved Ming Fengyang, but she loved Father even more." Yu Fei lightly sighed.