She took the jade pendant from He Ka Yan Yi’s hand. The broken rope of the jade pendant was still stained with dried blood, but as she held it in her palm, she felt as though she could sense the pain of the old man’s blood gushing out when he was injured.
“On the day of the grand ceremony, the He Ka clan and the He Xiao clan engaged in a fierce battle, and many people died. When I led my men into the training grounds, my mother had already vanished. Later, I heard from her guards that my mother had fled after being injured, and He Xiao Bei pursued her relentlessly. Finally, my mother was cornered with no escape, and she engaged He Xiao Bei head-on. Their bullets were fired almost simultaneously, and both fell.”
“Before he died, He Xiao Bei tore off this jade pendant and gave it to Daisy Tini, wanting her to give it to He Xiao Lan Ya. But when I arrived with my men, we apprehended Daisy Tini on the spot. Later, Daisy Tini learned from a prison inmate that He Xiao Lan Ya was also dead, so she asked me to give this to you.”
He Ka Yan Yi briefly explained the situation to Meng Jing Wei.
Meng Jing Wei clutched the jade pendant and nodded slightly at He Ka Yan Yi, “Thank you.”
“It’s getting late, we should be going.”
Qing Mu Ye held Meng Jing Wei’s hand, his handsome face adorned with a slight smile, looking at He Ka Yan Yi, “Goodbye.”
“Wishing you good luck,” He Ka Yan Yi said.
Then Tang Si, Shi Ran, Song Jun, Kang Xiao Lu, Du Lin, and others bid farewell to He Ka Yan Yi one by one and boarded the ship.
The ferry slowly set sail from the dock and gradually moved away.
He Ka Yan Yi stood on the shore, watching the receding ship, and let out a sigh of melancholy, remaining silent for a long time.
Everything that had happened recently felt like a dream.
But he had no time for prolonged contemplation; he had to return to the palace as soon as possible to handle state affairs and deal with the remnants of the rebel faction who had attempted treason.
After everyone had left, He Xiao Lu Yi appeared by the port, watching the ship that had become tiny on the sea, her eyes welling up with tears.
“I’m too late.”
The luggage slipped from her hands, and she collapsed powerlessly onto the ground, her eyes blurry with tears.
On the day of the Hidden Lord Succession Ceremony, He Xiao Lu Yi learned Han Jun Yan’s true identity. However, when ‘Anthony’ left two days prior, He Xiao Lu Yi assumed Han Jun Yan had left with Anthony, as she hadn’t seen Han Jun Yan since that day.
And today, upon learning that Meng Jing Wei was returning to Lan Cheng, she wanted to rush over and return with them. She never expected that by the time she drove over, she would still be a step too late.
Han Jun Yan, are we truly destined to never see each other again?
While He Xiao Lan Ya was alive, He Xiao Lu Yi still had a home.
But at the Hidden Lord Succession Ceremony that day, He Xiao Bei and many elders of the He Xiao clan fell in battle, signifying the complete failure of the He Xiao clan’s ‘seizure of power’ plan spanning over twenty years.
Meng Jing Wei had not lost her memory at all and was not under control. He Xiao Lan Ya’s only pillar of support was He Xiao Bei.
Alas, He Xiao Bei was also deceased.
Her twenty-year ‘dream’ shattered in an instant. Unable to accept reality, He Xiao Lan Ya chose to commit suicide by jumping from a building.
She knew that even if she didn't commit suicide, she would be arrested by the new Hidden Lord, He Ka Yan Yi, and eventually executed.
Rather than die as a prisoner with no dignity, it was better to end her own life.
Without He Xiao Lan Ya, He Xiao Lu Yi was left all alone and could even be arrested and imprisoned by He Ka Yan Yi.
He Xiao Lu Yi, learning of Meng Jing Wei’s departure today, had hoped Meng Jing Wei would take her with her.
But the heavens were unkind, ultimately leaving her alone in the Hidden Clan.
“Are you alright?”
A tall, handsome, and dashing man saw He Xiao Lu Yi sitting on the ground and quickly stepped forward to help her up.