Chapter 307: Heart Slashing (Part 1)

The building was as warm as spring.

Li Piaoqing walked in somewhat staggeringly, closed the door behind her, as if isolating the underworld-like world.

She leaned on the door and gasped twice, all the tense strength unloaded here.

It was indeed no longer necessary to be nervous. As long as she arrived here, it actually meant that what she was about to do reached the end. The Candle Sword found the Heart Poison, which was the blade pressing on the throat. This was the victory declaration obtained by a swordsman after using up all her wisdom and skills.

Sheltered in Yi Danjun's state of mind, Li Piaoqing slightly eased up. She looked around, and dozens of large and small paintings hung in this building. Those masterpieces that were hard to find in later generations were everywhere here.

The candles were warm and bright, but there was no one.

This time should be in the backyard.

Li Piaoqing supported her body and pushed the door out from behind the building.

It felt like a lifetime away.

The courtyard on a spring night, the soft moon spilled in. This place was like another sky. Looking up, neither mountain shadows nor tentacles could be seen, only the gray-blue transparent starry night.

Spring flowers bloomed in the courtyard, and the small insects of this season were active between the flowers and plants.

Li Piaoqing knew which space-time this was—the spring of the Ren Zi year of the Chi Dragon, when the painter and the woman had just confirmed their feelings for each other. Between the two, it was just like this spring night, stars, buds, new flowers, warm dew... every detail, every moment was full of beauty.

A meeting every ten days to paint scenery was no longer enough to satisfy this pair of lovers, so Yi Danjun set up this painting building for Western Tian. This was both the career of the man she cared about with all her heart, and a place for them to meet from time to time.

The afternoon and dusk spent in this building courtyard, which was neither the Yi mansion nor the Bixiao Pavilion, should be the most carefree time in the woman's life.

Now it was also the most cherished period of light in her heart.

Li Piaoqing stepped through the courtyard and went straight to the back building. In Xiangzhou City, this small building had been stirred into pieces by several sword strikes, but here it retained its most complete appearance.

The door was half-open, and the warm candlelight had already penetrated. Li Piaoqing stood still and looked. A man in white with a crown was seriously holding a pen, bowing his head and painting before the painting scroll spread on the table, as if isolating the entire world.

The woman sat behind him.

In the "New Year's Eve Record," Li Piaoqing had seen the woman's happy appearance, but now she hugged her knees and tilted her head, looking quietly at the man in front of her. Although the man never looked back, the corners of her mouth also hung with a relaxed and light smile.

In this quiet time, every part of her body revealed lightness. Li Piaoqing recognized this state. When she and Pei Ye sat on the boat side by side without saying a word, she was exactly like this.

Now she looked quietly at this scene, knowing that this was the deepest part of this state of mind. What she saw in front of her... was exactly the softest place in Yi Danjun's heart.

She was going to stab the sword blade into here.

Li Piaoqing was silent for a while, lifted her legs and stepped forward, walking into this small building.

The door did not move, the window did not ring, not even a trace of wind was brought up, and the two in the room were still continuing their things warmly and quietly.

Li Piaoqing stood behind Yi Danjun, turning into her inner voice.

On the way to find this small building, she had thought many times about the things that this woman could least accept.

She had read all the sincere letters of the woman one by one, and all her weaknesses were exposed in front of her. Li Piaoqing had thought about it from her perspective—she put the boy in Western Tian's position, thinking about the weakness that made her mind spasm the most.

She also found it, it was "deception."

"When do you plan to tell him?" Under the calm and peaceful candlelight, Yi Danjun suddenly heard her own indifferent voice in her heart.

Her body suddenly stiffened, her idle sitting posture suddenly became stiff, and her throat seemed to be choked by something.

Li Piaoqing knew that she had dug out the thing that she least wanted to think about from her heart.

Yi Danjun had already abandoned the teachings of the Yi family from childhood to adulthood before entering the purple bamboo secret realm, and no longer believed in the Immortal Lord.

Her 【Candle Sword】 was "close," and her 【Heart Poison】 was "love."

She was to prevent her younger brother and younger sister from bearing this fate, so she gave up "love" and came to this purple bamboo forest, sitting for thirty years.

Li Piaoqing was going to let her face what she had once abandoned, let those old tearing wounds surge up again, reverse the choice of the year, and the state of mind that Yi Danjun had stood on this foundation for thirty years would be burned out.

And this Heart Poison was indeed deep and fierce. Without much effort from the young girl, just this sentence, Li Piaoqing felt as if she had heard the sound of this building cracking.

Western Tian beside her heard nothing, still bowing his head and holding his pen, staring intently at the painting scroll.

"I... we..." Yi Danjun was stunned and hoarse, she could not answer this question.

Her fate was to become an Edict Child serving the Immortal Lord. In the years she grew up in the Yi mansion, she had already accepted this thing that had been instilled in her mind since childhood.

But in the few months she met the man, she suddenly couldn't bear it.

It was the man who taught her to recognize all this again—flowers would bloom when the season arrived, birds built their nests, and when the fish were fat in autumn, the mountains would burn with fire-red leaves... a world without an Immortal Lord. In these days, the woman felt a fresh, warm self growing out of her body.

But this old shell did not come from herself, but from the entire dragon descendant clan.

She tried hard to deceive herself and hide from herself, but the cruel result was waiting for her at the end every moment—now everything beautiful was just a short bubble.

"Do you intend to let him sink deeper and deeper, and finally be ruthlessly thrown away by you?" Li Piaoqing looked at her, "He has lost his mother and father since childhood, and now he is like a simple and pitiful child. Have you thought about what will happen after you leave?"

Yi Danjun trembled.

"I... I will tell him everything... I..." The woman's throat was like being choked by an iron block.

Li Piaoqing looked coldly at the woman who was about to break in two or three sentences, and gently handed out her sharpest blade: "Is that so? Including... the fact that from the beginning, you used him as a tool to plant Heart Poison?"

Yi Danjun opened her mouth wide, her body seeming to freeze into ice.

Yes.

This was the beginning of this matter.

When Li Piaoqing discovered that Yi Danjun's contact with Western Tian did not avoid anyone, she had doubts about the Yi family's attitude—why did they indulge such things to happen?

After entering the Yi family ancestral grounds, she figured it out.

Dragon descendants would not let a determined Edict Child cause more trouble, unless her "Heart Candle Transmission" was always difficult to cultivate.

Yi Danjun originally used this to complete the preparations before Edict Transmission, but the sentimental woman fell into it deeply herself.

First chapter, 23:59 there is another one.

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