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Chapitre 119

He Qinglu put her hand in her mouth and whistled beautifully. In the distance, someone carried a huge paper kite over.

What was even more surprising than the kite itself was the person carrying it. Leading the way was none other than Wang Gang, the former scribe of the small town.

"He's not dead? You didn't kill him?" Pang Wan could hardly believe her eyes. She turned and shook He Qinglu's shoulder.

“At first I only said he was no longer alive, but this is a paradise, so it’s only natural that he would appear.” He Qinglu squinted at her, her eyes curving like crescent moons. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill the innocent.”

Pang Wan felt both happy and surprised. She never expected that He Qinglu had only brought Wang Gang to Xicheng and had not killed him to cover it up. This incident made her like him even more.

"Young Master, Young Madam." Wang Gang walked over with a smile and bowed deeply to the two of them. "Everything is ready."

He Qinglu nodded and led Pang Wan to the giant paper phoenix.

Upon closer inspection, Pang Wan discovered that this strange-looking contraption was made of cloth and some unknown metal.

"No matter what happens later, remember not to let go of my hand," He Qinglu stepped into the fabric, tied her waist to the metal rod with silkworm silk, and then took out another piece of ribbon to tie Pang Wan to her side.

Pang Wan was confused by his actions and was about to ask when she heard a sharp whistle. He Qinglu picked her up, jumped onto the horse, and leaped towards the hillside behind them.

The horses galloped swiftly, a clear wind whistled past, and the cloth kites above their heads gradually unfurled.

"Hold on tight!" A low shout rang in her ears, and He Qinglu lightly leaped off the horse and slid down the cliff below.

This person has suffered a shock! They're going to commit suicide!

A terrifying thought flashed through Pang Wan's mind. She closed her eyes in horror, but her fingers gripped him even tighter. Oh well, she thought, "Fate will decide. We'll live and die together, I'll follow my husband wherever he goes."

However, after waiting for a while, he found himself gliding over a clear and wide plain, with grasslands and streams beneath his feet and white clouds and blue sky above him.

Occasionally, a small bird would fly by, looking at the lovers embracing in the air with surprise and curiosity. "Didn't you say you hoped you could fly?" The young man in blue smiled at her, his eyes filled with a sweetness clearer than a mountain spring.

Pang Wan was stunned: "Did I say that?" She stared blankly at He Yulu, who had a smug look on his face. "When did I say that?"

The person who was about to take credit was almost coughed up by her choking: "It was the night I told you I liked you! How dare you forget me!" He Qinglu was so angry that she freed one hand to pinch her face.

Pang Wan covered her cheek and giggled, laughing until tears welled up in her eyes.

How could she forget? She thought what happened that night was just a dream, so she had to pretend to forget.

She never expected it to be true; he actually remembered her wish and helped her fulfill it.

"Young master, I actually like you too." After saying this, she quickly buried her face in her hands, her cheeks flushed.

"Hmph, do you need to tell me that?" The person above paused for a moment, then replied with feigned arrogance.

However, where she couldn't see, his mouth was practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

As they drew closer to the land, He Qinglu folded the wings of the kite, and the two landed steadily on the grassland at the foot of the mountain.

"Having fun?" He Qinglu untied the silkworm silk and glanced at the girl in his arms with a smile. "Are you scared?"

"One more time!" Pang Wan wrinkled her nose at him, her face full of defiant provocation.

“When you’re fully recovered…” He Qinglu reached out to ruffle her hair, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Not far from the two, on a mountain road, stood a snow-white carriage, its curtains made of exquisite brocade, and the two lead horses each wearing a golden mask. Four elegant maids stood outside the carriage, smiling at the young couple.

"Wanwan, there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet." He Qinglu narrowed her eyes, looked down at Pang Wan, and then looked away.

"What is it?" Pang Wan also noticed the carriage behind him and curiously turned around to look.

“Actually, my surname isn’t He.” A steady voice sounded from behind her head: “My original surname was He Lan, and my full name should be He Lan Qing Lu.”

Pang Wan was taken aback. Helan? That seemed to be the most prestigious surname among some ethnic minorities.

“The Lonely Palace is just one of our clan’s properties in the Central Plains. My parents have special identities, which is why my second uncle was sent there to supervise it.” A large hand gripped her shoulder tightly. “No one in the Central Plains knows our original surname, not even Granny Jin. You are the first.”

"Who...who are your parents?" Pang Wan suddenly stammered.

"Well, you might as well go and ask her yourself." He Qinglu smiled slightly, took her hand, and walked towards the carriage.

Almost simultaneously, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a hand as white and translucent as jade beneath the brocade curtain. On the wrist was a royal purple jade bracelet, which shone with a noble and elegant luster in the sunlight.

This is a rare treasure that can only be seen in legends; it is priceless and extremely difficult to obtain.

A bright light flashed through Pang Wan's mind in an instant.

Is this the end of the story? Will this be my final fate?

She suddenly felt the soil beneath her feet turn into cotton balls, soft and floating, making it difficult to stand.

What a classic Mary Sue ending! In the end, the heroine will definitely get the best, even unbelievable, happiness.

"What are you standing there for? My mother is calling you!" He Qinglu smiled and gently nudged her.

Pang Wan stumbled forward, following the force of the current. Before him, the carriage and the purple jade transformed into a magnificent cloud of smoke in the sunlight, as if if he could just part them, the next step would be a beautiful paradise.

Is this a Mary Sue world or a martial arts world?

Is this a Mary Sue story with a slightly convoluted plot, or has the cruel world of martial arts been completely transformed by the female protagonist?

She stared at the plume of smoke, her mind blank and confused.

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I never imagined I would have a wedding like this.

In the crimson wedding hall, a young woman in full regalia, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, stood gracefully. Holding a ribbon, she waited patiently for me to take the other end of the red ribbon, guided by the wedding attendant.