Master, no! - Chapter 172 The Death of Qingyan

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I'm really going to die.
For a moment, I felt a strange sense of relief. I turned and smiled at the lecherous thief. I was finally going to die; perhaps this was a good ending. The lecherous thief was the kindest person to me in the world, and I hoped he would remember my most beautiful self. The lecherous thief looked at me in despair, struggling with all his might to stand up, but his body, which had just been released from its pressure points, was still stiff, and his joints were too weak to move.
But suddenly, the person behind me shouted. I turned around in surprise and saw Master Wen Li's blood-soaked right hand tightly gripping the tail antelope, his expression one of relief. But just a moment later, the lecherous thief suddenly stood up and tackled me to the ground. My body slammed heavily against the platform, followed by a muffled groan.
"You lecher, you lecher... What's wrong with you? Look at me!" I held the lecher's face and tried my best to sit up. He forced a smile and looked at me, but a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
I looked behind him, and a feeling of despair washed over me. An arrow was deeply embedded in his back, its sharp, bloody tip protruding from his left chest, and warm blood flowed onto my skin. Because he had desperately braced himself against the ground with his hands to protect me, even though the sword tip had pierced his body, it hadn't hurt me.
Everyone was stunned. The first to react was Master Wenli, who swung his sword to deflect the third arrow and then ran towards the direction from which it had been shot. Master Wenya and the white-haired man ran onto the stage at the same time.
"Qingyan!" I screamed as I held the limp, fallen lecher, no longer caring that the veil on my face had been blown off during our actions.
"Yan'er!" The white-haired man's usually composed voice trembled slightly. He reached out and touched Qingyan's neck, hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured three pills into his palm, and tried to pry open Qingyan's mouth to feed him. But as soon as his lips were slightly pried open, a large amount of blood flowed continuously from his mouth. He had been keeping his lips tightly pursed, precisely to prevent the blood from flowing out and to keep him from worrying.
The lecherous thief looked at me, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, but only his brows were furrowed. He looked into my eyes and reached out his hand. I grabbed his hand, tears blurring my vision. I wiped them away and, holding his hand, said, "Lecherous thief, you can't die. You promised to take me away."
The lecher's eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Now, those beautiful eyes looked at me with a hint of sadness. He slowly moved his lips, trying to speak, but as soon as he opened them, he began to cough up blood. He seemed tired; his long eyelashes blinked slowly, slower and slower, making him look extremely weary. I began to cry loudly.
“Xi’er, come here, let Master Zuo take a look at him.” Master Wenya put his arm around my shoulder from behind, trying to pull me up.
"Go away!" I screamed, twisting my body to avoid Master Wenya's hand. My mind was blank, filled with nothing but fear.
Old Mr. Zuo tried to feed him the medicine countless times, but each time I only saw large patches of blood spitting out of the lecher's mouth. The warm blood splattered onto my red wedding dress, making it difficult to see. I stretched out my sleeve and wiped it away for him again and again.
The lecher was a very clean person. I remember the first time we met, he wiped my tears and snot with his sleeve, and then tore the whole sleeve off. Although he didn't look well, he was still so handsome. The lecher was the most handsome person I had ever seen in this world.
The white-haired man pulled a small cloth bag from his robes, inside which were various silver needles. His hands trembled as he pulled out the longest one and plunged it into the lecherous thief's philtrum. The thief laboriously raised his hand to stop him, gently shaking his head. The white-haired man cursed, "You brat, you didn't listen to your father! Now look what you've done..." He then turned and sniffed, tossing the bag of needles aside.
The lecherous thief smiled helplessly, then kept his eyes fixed on me. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, opening and closing intermittently, and the last time it remained closed for a long time, his grip on my hand loosening. I was terrified, repeatedly whispering his name, "Lecherous thief, lecherous thief, don't sleep... don't scare me..."
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to trouble you..." The white-haired man's voice choked with emotion.
"Xi'er, the Imperial Preceptor is dead. Let his family take him away." Master Wenya said gently in my ear, pulling my hand and trying to make me let go of the lecherous thief.
"What did you say?" I turned my head to look at my master. "You're just trying to lie to me. I don't believe you. Qingyan is perfectly fine. He's even going to marry me. I came here today wearing my wedding dress. He can't possibly be dead, right, you lecherous scoundrel?"
I reached out and touched his face. His skin was so smooth, like it was made of water, and it was still warm. How could someone so handsome be dead?
A metallic taste filled my throat, and I coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on the lecher's face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I hurriedly wiped his face with my sleeve, but because there was so much blood on my sleeve, I couldn't get it clean no matter how much I wiped. As I wiped, I started to wail. My master pulled me up and made the lecher's family pull the arrow out of his body. The lecher's face was very calm, and there was no movement when the arrow was pulled out.
The lecherous thief was truly dead. By the time the arrow that had severed the tail of the antelope was pulled out, I could no longer cry. Gasping for breath, I felt a lump in my throat. My master swept me up from beside him, and after a brief struggle, I was plunged into the deep darkness.
In my dream, I felt like I was floating on the sea. I couldn't remember what happened, but I felt incredibly sad. I vaguely sensed that when I woke up, I would see people I didn't want to see and hear things I didn't want to hear, so I let myself sink deeper into that state of floating.
I felt a cool towel placed on my head, someone pried open my lips to feed me water, and bitter medicine. I hated those people bothering me, and spat out the medicine countless times, with a fishy and sweet taste filling my mouth.
"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden..."

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