If only she had stopped him then, insisted that Di Wenbin not leave, this would not have happened.
It was all her fault for being so useless...
Thinking this, Wang Junzhao burst into tears, her voice hoarse.
Di Yang's face was filled with grief, his gaze fixed on Di Wenbin.
He slowly raised his hand and closed Di Wenbin's eyes, which had remained wide open in death.
With his eyes closed, Di Wenbin lay still, as if asleep.
Only then did he notice that the protective bead that should have been around Di Wenbin's neck was also gone.
He had wondered why someone within the small Li Kingdom could harm Di Wenbin.
It turned out the child had not yet worn his protective bead.
This bead had always been worn around Di Wenbin's neck. It was strange, why wasn't he wearing it?
Di Yang seemed to see the little boy who used to fuss around him, and in the blink of an eye, he was taller than him... but now he lay on the ground forever...
"Sect Leader, please accept my condolences."
Tang Zun spoke softly, comforting him, "Let's cremate the Young Sect Leader and send him back to the Immortal Sect."
Staring at Di Wenbin's pale face, Di Yang's eyes hardened, and he fixed his gaze on the distance, "Who harmed my son! I will make them pay with their lives!"
Feng Qingcheng's lowered eyes flickered with a hint of a smile; this outcome was within her expectations.
When she looked up, the smile was gone from her eyes, and with red-rimmed eyes, she said, "It... it was Feng Ninghe!"
Hearing the familiar name, Di Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This insignificant junior dares to lay a hand on my son?"
Wang Junzhao sobbed, explaining, "Sect Leader, I saw with my own eyes that Feng Ninghe killed Senior Brother Di! She lured Senior Brother Di to the bamboo forest and struck him down! They already had a feud, but I never imagined this woman would be so audacious as to harm Senior Brother Di!"
Di Yang's face darkened, his eyes阴翳, his voice deepening with a sinister tone, "Tell me everything, from beginning to end. I want to know all of it."
Wang Junzhao dared not delay, and recounted all that she knew...
Shi Wan.
Feng Ninghe returned to her courtyard with a troubled heart.
Xiao Zhao also frowned, her small face creased.
All the way back, she had been pondering who would want to harm her.
She had too many enemies to figure out who wanted to hurt her at once.
"Mother!"
At that moment, a soft, sweet voice reached her ears, soothing her troubled heart.
Si Xinxin, with her short legs, ran towards Feng Ninghe, her little pigtails bobbing.
Her innocent face came into view, and Feng Ninghe felt a spring of sweetness flowing into her bitter heart.
She subconsciously picked up the little person.
"Mother has some matters to attend to and will be going out. Were you good in the courtyard?"
Si Xinxin nodded obediently, her small face displaying a determination beyond her years, "Xin Xin was very good and waited for Mother to come back."
Feng Ninghe held her and sat on the swing, gently swaying, "Xin Xin, Mother will be very busy from now on and may not be able to play with you."
Di Wenbin's death gave her a splitting headache.
Even though she didn't fear trouble, she didn't want the entire Immortal Sect coming to her doorstep.
Si Xinxin nodded sagely, reaching out her chubby little hand to gently smooth Feng Ninghe's furrowed brow, "Mother, just handle your business. Xin Xin can take care of herself. Pretty Mother, don't frown, it's not beautiful when you frown."
The childish female voice lifted one's spirits.
Feng Ninghe casually embraced Si Xinxin, swaying on the swing, "Alright, Mother won't frown. Mother will be away from the Zhenguo Duke's mansion for a few days, so you stay with Father."
She had to go back to Medicine Valley to get some medicinal herbs.
Repairing Di Wenbin's fragmented soul would require a lot of elixirs and precious medicines.
In the past, she would have been too lazy to bother with Di Wenbin, let alone give him medicine, but now, to prove her innocence, she had to find a way to save him.
Si Xinxin didn't know what her mother needed to attend to.
She could sense that her mother had something important to handle.
Si Xinxin nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, Mother, Xin Xin will wait obediently for Mother to return. Where are you going, Mother?"
The sunlight shone freely on Feng Ninghe, half her face hidden in shadow, the other half illuminated by the sun.
Her face showed two expressions: the slightly upturned eyes were alluring without being seductive, and her cold demeanor was like a beautiful, bewitching vixen.
She opened her lips and gently uttered a few words, "Mother is going back to Medicine Valley."
It was inconvenient to bring Xin Xin to Medicine Valley, and she feared it would put the child in danger.
It was safer to be with Si Jianye than with her.
After she finished dealing with her current matters, she would take Xin Xin away.
Not far away, two pairs of eyes were quietly fixed on Feng Ninghe.
Looking at her graceful figure, Si Jianye had a fleeting thought that perhaps this woman could be a good mother.
Axi crossed his arms and looked at the peaceful scene before him, muttering,
"Since Miss met Miss Feng, she has been happy every day. I wondered why Miss liked Miss Feng so much. It turns out she is her own mother; their bloodlines are connected, this is a love from their blood."
Si Jianye remained silent, his gaze on Feng Ninghe intensifying.
Feng Ninghe, uncharacteristically, did not keep Si Xinxin for long.
After a simple meal, she waved goodbye to Si Xinxin.
Si Xinxin, with reluctance in her eyes, nuzzled her head against Feng Ninghe's chest and said crisply, "Mother, you must come back quickly."
Looking at the small figure before her, she broke into a smile and readily agreed, "Okay."
After bidding farewell to Si Xinxin, Feng Ninghe's expression turned solemn as she entered Old Man Xu's room.
Seeing Feng Ninghe's cautious demeanor, Old Man Xu was startled and looked at her with some unease, "Ning Yatou, what's wrong?"
Xiao Zhao pouted, waving her paws, and eagerly recounted the whole story.
"Wh... what?"
Old Man Xu was so shocked that he slumped into his chair, his pupils contracting violently, "Di... Di Wenbin is dead? And not only that, but this blame has been thrown onto you?"
Old Man Xu was frantic.
The Immortal Sect was not to be trifled with.
Although this girl had already offended Di Wenbin, it was only a minor spat between juniors, not enough to be mortal enemies.
With Di Wenbin's death, Feng Ninghe had forged a great enmity with the Immortal Sect.
Feng Ninghe looked up, her gaze calm and indifferent, "No matter who it is, no one will be able to smear my name. I will clear my name and find the true mastermind."
Old Man Xu rubbed his forehead with a headache, "It's truly one disaster after another."
This girl had already suffered enough, and now this had happened.
Repairing a fragmented soul and awakening Di Wenbin was no easy task.