The real story

  Looking at Qin Sang's heartbreaking eyes, Yuan Yi Qing softened in an instant. In the past, those eyes seemed to speak, always filled with deep emotions, looking at him. Her writing talent and insight attracted him, making him fall in love.

  Yuan Yi Qing subconsciously took a step forward, but when his line of sight fell on that face again, his advancing footsteps came to a halt. The Qin Sang who dominated the city of Luoyang did not look like this; this face belonged to Xiao Yue, that woman who might have hardly met him a few times before being brutally murdered.

  Yuan Yi Qing suddenly remembered the scene of helping to hang the fragments on the rooftop that day, he looked down from the rooftop and saw the person lying in a pool of blood, the red color was so piercing.

  Now, how can Yuan Yi Qing believe it was just an accident?

  What about Li Qian and Cheng Rui?

  Why did she want to kill them? And how many men had she been involved with?

  "Not..." Yuanyi Qing shook his head, and with a look of being lost, he quickly retreated back behind Yan Sanbai. With this withdrawal, it seemed as if an insurmountable chasm had opened up between him and Qin Sang.

  Qin Sang didn't say another word, for she had already gotten her answer. She simply gazed quietly ahead, the sparkle in those beautiful eyes gradually fading away.

  Li Yan finally couldn't bear it, "Qin Sang, follow me, don't be stubborn anymore."

  Qin Sang still didn't speak, but suddenly burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell to the ground, but what came out was a sobbing cry. The cry was mournful and startled the magpies on the branches outside the house into a flurry of flight.

  "Hahaha... I knew it, you're not Donglang, Donglang is dead, he's gone from this world..." As she spoke, Qin Sang's gaze drifted out the window, her eyes distant and unfocused, as if staring into an unknown distance. "I'll never find him again, never see him again..."

  "Do you really think Donglang is dead?" At this time, Yan Sanbai suddenly walked in front of her, squatted down and asked.

  Qin Sang raised his head, his face was already a piece of indifference, and his eyes were all dead set, "I admit you're very clever, but what's the point, Dong Lang..."

  Yan Sanbai suddenly interrupted her words, "Everyone in this world can think he's dead, but you can't."

  "What does it mean?" Qin Sang asked in a cold tone.

  "Your Dong Lang is indeed Mo Bi Sheng, isn't he? The Butterfly Dream is actually telling the story of you two."

  Yan Sanbai's words shocked everyone. Even Li Yan did not expect that there was such a story hidden behind this.

  But Qin Sang didn't expect Yan Sanbai to investigate to this extent. No, since he knew... that sentence just now... Thinking of this, the dead ashes in Qin Sang's eyes reignited, and she suddenly grasped Yan Sanbai's arm tightly, "What do you mean?! Have you seen him?!"

  "No. But the year before last, in Jiangling, when chatting with the boss of Dongji Bookstore, he mentioned a bookish person to me. He said that although he wrote erotic novels, he had been well-read in poetry and books since childhood and had great prospects, originally he could have gone to take the imperial examination, unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish, until now it is unknown where he is or whether he is safe, which is really regrettable."

  "What then? What else did he say to you?" Qin Sang asked anxiously.

  "He said he was for a woman, with a bamboo stick and hemp shoes, but couldn't find her after many searches." Yan Sanbai couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The boss didn't tell me who that person was, so I didn't connect you two at first, but now thinking about it, that scholar must be Meng Bi Sheng. He and you are just like the loving couple in the butterfly dream."

  "Yes, he is... my Dong Lang." As she thought of that person, Qin Sang's eyes sparkled with tears, and her expression finally returned to normal. "At that time, he said that no matter how the world treated me, he would never abandon me. In order to make me happy, he wrote down that story based on us. However, before the story was finished, he was forced to leave his hometown to take the imperial examination in the capital, and I..."

  Qin Sang smiled slightly with a hint of mockery, "I was thrown into a pig cage by the old lady of the Dong family, unfortunately I didn't die and managed to survive."

  The scene fell silent for a moment, and it wasn't until then that Li Yan and Yan Sanbai began to understand what kind of past could have turned Qin Sang into the person he was today.

  In a moment, Yan San Bai said: "But now that the story is complete, you should know that he didn't give up on you."

  "Yes, at that time I had nowhere to go, and was wandering aimlessly like a ghost. When I saw the newly published 'Complete Butterfly Dream' on the street, I knew he was still looking for me. My Donglang hadn't abandoned me; he must have been searching for his beloved woman just like in the story, to grow old together. I knew this was a signal from him, using books as messages, telling me he was still looking for me." Qin Sang recalled, with a soft glow slowly appearing in her eyes. "At that time, I was very happy; I thought I should do something too. So I came to Luoyang and became the flower courtesan. When my name is known throughout the land, he will definitely know I'm here, and then come to take me."

  They exchanged letters and replied with their names, if they could succeed in the end, it would be another story that would be passed down for thousands of years. They never gave up on each other, at both ends of this vast land, in a world where parting is easy but reunion is difficult, they still managed to understand each other's hearts, which is truly touching.

  Li Yan met her for the first time and wanted to help her redeem herself, she was indeed full of expectation, but refused. Because she firmly believed that Dong Lang would come, so she politely declined Li Yan's kindness.

  However, Yan Sanbai and Li Ye exchanged a glance, both seeing the weight in each other's eyes. Yuan Yiqing sat beside them with a complex expression, lost for words.

  "But a year later, Mrs. Dong's old lady found me first." Qin Sang covered her head, her fingers passing through her hair, and tears poured out like a broken thread, "She pinched my neck and asked me why I wanted to harm Dong Lang, Dong Lang was dead, he was killed by bandits on the way to find me, his body was gone. She asked me why I wanted to harm him, why I wanted to harm him..."

  She suddenly raised her head, grasping Yan Sanbai's clothes. "Tell me, did I really cause Donglang's death? Am I really a jinx? Why?! I'm the daughter of a former dynasty's criminal, and I can only be forced to wander in the wind and dust, I admit it, but why must you also take away Donglang? Why?! You tell me!"

  Yan Sanbai was speechless.

  Perhaps attributing all this to the elusive fate can explain it. Heaven is unfair, he always throws you into the abyss just when you've gained hope.

  This kind of taste Yan Sanbai can understand, so he is even more unable to comfort Qin Sang. Precisely because he has experienced it, that's why he knows that no matter what comfort is another form of harm.

  "This world treats me like this, why should I still be good to it?!" Qin Sang walked further and further in despair, with only hatred left, "Those people are all so hypocritical, clearly there's nothing between Li Yan and me, just need someone to redeem me, maybe Li Yan will let him rise to prominence because of my face, but laughably none of them have the guts! Full of lustful thoughts! Dong Lang is dead, yet these despicable people still live in this world, why?!"

  As she spoke, she looked at Yuan Yi Qing again, "I thought you were an exception, you and he are so similar, even the tone of your speech is exactly the same..."

  Yuanyi Qingbai finally walked out from behind Yan Sanbai, no longer dodging and directly looked at Qin Sang, hoping to get the answer he wanted. With a hoarse voice, he asked: "And you, when we were together, was there ever a moment when you thought of me as Yuanyi Qing instead of your Donglang? Did you ever consider me for even a moment?"

  Yan Sanbai also took the opportunity to persuade her, saying: "Yu Gongzi has treated you with sincerity, can't his true feelings move you? The person from before is already gone, why not cherish the present?"

  Qin Sang shook his head, "It's too late. Even if he didn't die by my blade, he would still succumb to the poison within a few days. You're saving him now, but it will only make him suffer more. It's better for him to die with me."

  "Poison?" Yan Sanbai's face turned solemn, "You poisoned him?"

  Yuan Yi Qing's face turned pale and his eyes widened in horror, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suddenly thought of something, "It was the food that day! Did you poison the meal?!"

  "Yes." Qin Sang smiled brightly at him, "This way you can leave this dirty world with me, aren't you happy? Or we can do it together now..."

  "That's enough!" Li Yan made a decisive decision, pushed open the window and called out to Ling Ding, "Get Ah Mon here immediately!"

  Yan Sanbai directly grasped Yuan Yiqing's wrist, took his pulse, and his face immediately changed. Yuan Yiqing was indeed poisoned, but he didn't know what kind of poison it was. However, the fact that it could hide in his meridians meant it was definitely not ordinary.

  How could Qin Sang have such an expression?

  "Not now, it's not the time to think about that. Yan Sanbai looked at Qin Sang sincerely, 'Qin Sang, if you have even a thread of affection for Yuan Gongzi, please take out the antidote. I'm begging you.'"

  "Isn't it better to die with me?"

  Yan Sanbai shook his head firmly, "No. Why should he die? He didn't do anything wrong, and you're hurting him in the name of love. How is that different from those who have hurt you before? One person's suffering cannot be a reason for them to hurt others."

  "What should I do?"

  "Just living well."

  Yes, living is perhaps the most painful thing in the world for Qin Sang.

  She gazed at Yan Sanbai with sorrowful eyes, "Without Dong Lang, how am I supposed to live?"

  "You haven't seen his corpse with your own eyes, so why are you so sure he's dead? Even if they encountered the most ruthless mountain bandits, it's impossible for there to be no remains! He might still be looking for you, why did you give up first?" Yan Sanbai's voice trembled slightly, the string in his heart was plucked violently once again, the sound of the pipa seemed to still linger by his ears.

  "Really? Is he really still alive? If he's still alive, why doesn't he come find me?" Qin Sang's voice was over the top, her eyes flickering with a huge black wave rising in her heart.

  Suddenly, she lowered her head and looked at herself, as if she had realized something again. "It's true, with my current appearance, I'm no longer worthy of him. Even if he were still alive, it's impossible for him to come back to me..."

  She looked around helplessly, then buried her face in her palms, a glimmer of hope and overwhelming despair and fear shrouding her, making her tremble with fear.

  She saw her own hands right in front of her, yet it seemed to be covered with fresh blood. She almost collapsed and let out a loud cry, shaking her head and sobbing uncontrollably, "No, how could he still be alive, how is that possible...and why did I end up like this, when everything was fine at first, from what point on..."

  Since when?

  Perhaps it was when she started having dreams of being condemned by countless people for killing Dong Lang, or perhaps it was when she found herself slowly forgetting his face.

  She has already forgotten when she started to become twisted.

  Suddenly, a cloak was draped over her, and a pair of hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a broad chest. Qin Sang turned back in a daze, only to see Li Yan stretching out his hand to hold her close, stopping her trembling.

  "That's it, Qin Sang, don't make any more mistakes." Li Yanru said.

  Qin Sang hugged him back, as if she had grasped the last warmth in this world. She always thought of herself as a solitary island in the sea, but at this moment, she realized that was not the case.

  But it was too late, blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, her whole body began to feel cold, and the pain spread rapidly through her chest, carrying her towards death at an unimaginable speed.

  Yan Sanbai came to tell her that Yuan Yi Qing had pleaded for mercy on her behalf, and afterwards she took the poison herself. Once the poison takes effect, there is no antidote.

  "Qin Sang!" Li Yan stretched out his hand to help her wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't come clean.

  Qin Sang used his last bit of strength, leaning against Li Ye's chest and turning his head to look at Yuan Yiqing, struggling to open his mouth, "Yi... Qing..."

  She seemed to be calling him over, forcing a smile on her face, but the blood made her voice indistinct. Yuan Yiqing hesitated, and he had already begun to lose track of whether it was love or hate that dominated his heart.

  As he waited for him to make a decision, Qin Sang had already passed away. Those beautiful eyes were still looking in the direction of Yuan Yi Qing, but their luster was gradually lost.

  Yuanyi closed her eyes in pain, and Li Yan and Yan Sanbai also fell silent for a moment.

  Just then, a round of applause suddenly came from outside the house, and a soft and charming voice came from outside.

  "Yan Daxia indeed did not disappoint, worthy of being the imperial envoy Yan Sanbai. This story is truly magnificent." Along with the sound of the door opening, a lovely figure walked in, and that face was none other than Qiuchan.

  "It's really you." Yan Sanbai didn't show any surprise, while Li Ye narrowed his eyes and leaned Qin Sang against the pillar beside him. He stood up and said: "Autumn Cicada's disguise technique is indeed quite impressive, I admire it."

  "Prince, you're overpraising." Autumn Cicada smiled and walked in graciously. "I thought you'd take a bit more time, but it seems you're quite quick. My disguise shouldn't have any flaws, how did you see through it?"

  "You can disguise a person's appearance, but you cannot change her knowledge and personal habits at the same time." Yansanbai didn't explain further, in fact, doubts still existed.

  That vagrant's spring dream was half fantasy and half reality. The red dot he saw was the cinnabar mole at the corner of Qin Sang's eye.

  But what Yuan Yiqing said about 'a small moon with knowledge beyond others' is simply impossible, she was just a maid who followed Qin Sang for three years, how could she have the knowledge to attract this scholar Yuan Yiqing?

  Apart from this, there are also rouge and other things in the small room, with many suspicious points.

  The most crucial point is that as Yan Sanbai said to Lingding, looking only at the cases of Li Qian and Cheng Rui, the one with a motive for murder is Qin Sang.

  The cicada also knew that this case was actually not complicated, so there were many places where the mystery was deliberately created, and she herself was the biggest bait.

  Yan can see San Bai too clearly.

  "You're doing all this just to test me? What's your real purpose?" Yan Sanbai asked in a steady voice.

  He used 'you' (plural) instead of 'you' (singular), apparently having already determined that there were others behind Akiho.

  The autumn cicada didn't answer, but instead turned his head to look at Yuan Yiqing who seemed a bit disheartened, and smiled: "Young Master Yuan, is the heart... delicious?"

  Yuan Yi Qing was taken aback and vigilantly asked: "What did you say?"

  "Human heart," said the autumn cicada with a slanted smile, "a fresh heart cut into pieces, your beloved Xiao Yue personally made for you to eat, have you forgotten?"

  Yuan Yiqing's face suddenly turned pale, he looked at Yan Sanbai for help, but saw that Yan Sanbai also couldn't bear to look at him and turned his head away. His brain was suddenly a complete blank, a wave of nausea rose from his stomach straight up to his throat, he covered his mouth, stumbled out of the room, and leaned against a tree in the courtyard, retching violently.

  The author has something to say: Qin Sang is actually a sick Jiao. Normally, she looks normal, but in fact, a large part of her heart has been gradually distorted, so she will have some more abnormal behavior and thoughts. Well, it's roughly like that. She belongs to the kind that becomes more extreme.

  Originally thought this chapter would end, but some subsequent events were not written yet, such as Meng Bi Sheng and Qiu Chan, will be placed in the next chapter.

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