She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 510 - 509: You tell me, how will you break this situation?

Chapter 510: Chapter 509: You tell me, how will you break this situation?

The old man fell into the pool of blood, a dagger stuck in his abdomen.

Leaning slowly against the corner of the table, he sat down on the ground, listening to the hurried footsteps outside, his eyes bloodshot and malevolent.

"...Yan Wanqing, tell me, how do you intend to break this game..."

Yan Wanqing’s forward steps halted midway.

Peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed, she let out an incredulous snort of laughter after a long while.

"So this is the real reason you summoned me tonight."

"...Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it gets. Qin Jun, you’re ruthless..."

She thought of many scenarios and how to deal with them, but she never anticipated that Qin Jun would hang himself to frame her.

A person who lives to eighty certainly cherishes his life.

"For the sake of Qin Erya, you could go to such lengths... Is that position really so desirable?"

Qin Jun, covering his bleeding abdomen that wouldn’t stop, pale as a ghost, said, "...Whether it’s good or not doesn’t matter, Yan Wanqing... you, this time..."

Yan Wanqing felt a gust of wind behind her; she dodged to the side as a man reeking of alcohol brushed past.

"Father—!"

Qin Huai knelt beside Qin Jun, his hands trembling, afraid to touch him, eyes fixed on the dagger, beginning to redden.

This time... she was thoroughly outplayed.

Yan Wanqing closed her eyes, and upon opening them again, she looked directly at Qin Huai.

She spoke word by word, "It wasn’t me."

"Then who—It’s only you here!" Qin Huai screamed in anger, snot and tears flowing freely from his face.

He looked at Zhang Quanzhong lying dead in the corner: "Uncle Zhang!"

"Qin Huai..." Qin Jun strained to speak with his last breath.

Qin Huai immediately held him: "Father, I’m here, speak! Just speak!"

"...Avenge..."

The old, tree-bark-like hand tightly grasped Qin Huai’s little finger and, at the last syllable, fell thunderously... Qin Jun breathed his last.

At that moment, two drunkards staggered at the door.

"Qin brother, let’s continue drinking, didn’t you say you had ten-year-old wine at your place..."

"What’s happened here! Qin brother!"

The drunkard, seeing this scene, was jolted sober by shock.

Cong Ge, from the entrance of the courtyard, saw someone enter, hurriedly descending from the carriage, and limped over.

"...Miss!"

...

The surrounding noise was invisibly blocked at the doorway.

Qin Huai, his eyes bloodshot and tear-stricken, glanced outside the open door.

Finally, his gaze rested on Yan Wanqing, clad in black.

"Father’s dead... Uncle Zhang’s dead, there’s no evidence left, as Crown Princess Consort, whatever you say now seems reasonable, isn’t it?"

Yan Wanqing clenched her fists under her robes, her soft palms stinging from her nails digging in.

"I handle affairs openly and aboveboard, Zhang Quanzhong was disrespectful, it was I who killed him, but your father was not—"

"Yan Wanqing, do you think anyone will believe you now?" Qin Huai looked down, his knee bracing against the ground as he lifted Qin Jun up, walking to Yan Wanqing’s side, his voice hoarse, chilling under the moonlight!

"Qin Erya brought it upon herself, but Uncle Zhang had been loyally serving my father for many years. You could still bear to strike him down... My father had just celebrated his eightieth birthday a few days ago. At the birthday feast, you secretly ordered Hao Ren to cause a commotion, and afterwards you held onto the case of the missing girl. My father was diligent and sincere, a bit stubborn, but for over sixty years in the Capital City, everyone knew he was honest! Your Yan Family wants power and thus seeks to bring down our Qin Family... Now that my father is dead, haha..."

Qin Huai let out a cold laugh to himself, staring fixedly at the beautiful half of Yan Wanqing’s face like a starving wolf.

"You finally got your wish, didn’t you? No one else to hinder your path to becoming Empress, no one else to influence the careers of your sisters! In the secluded Qin family’s side residence, with no one else around, just two old men’s deaths—how normal. But Yan Wanqing, even the heavens can’t stand to watch your deeds; they made sure I caught you in all your scheming!"

He walked toward the door, his voice resounding with determination.

"From this day forth, our Qin Family!" He paused: "We will never rest until we’ve dealt with you, Yan Wanqing, and everyone from the Yan Family behind you!"

After saying that, he left without looking back, carrying Qin Jun’s body.

Cong Ge approached Yan Wanqing: "...Miss."

Yan Wanqing turned silently to gaze at the astonishingly bright moon in the sky.

This was... a sign of changing times.

Dawn had not yet broken.

Dali Temple’s Xie Qun was abruptly awakened by his steward.

"Master, it’s terrible, terrible!" The steward, without even wearing shoes, his clothes open at the front, stood disheveled at the side of Xie Qun’s bed, startling the groggy Xie Qun considerably.

"Stay away from me!" he exclaimed as his soul settled back into place.

The steward, out of breath with urgency, repeated, "It’s terrible, terrible, terrible..."

"What’s terrible? You’re just bouncing those few words around," sighed Xie Qun as he got up from the bed.

At his age, he had not a single confidant by his side; if he had, none of these underlings would have dared to barge in so recklessly.

Finally, the steward caught his breath.

He pointed towards the direction of the main gate.

"The whole Qin Family, along with Grand Tutor Qin’s corpse, are kneeling at the entrance of Dali Temple! There’s already a large crowd of commoners gathered outside!"

The cup that Xie Qun had just taken into his hand slipped from his palm and shattered into several pieces on the ground.

He turned his gaze to the steward, "...Qin Jun is dead?"

"Yes, the Qin Family didn’t even cover him with a white cloth; they just placed him directly on the steps at our entrance, Master!" The steward had been scared witless when he peeked through the door crack.

Xie Qun staggered and sat down, holding onto the edge of the table, "Who are they accusing?"

The lips of the steward were quivering as he pointed upward, "Our backer, the Crown Princess Consort, Yan Wanqing."

As the two were talking, the orange hue of sunrise was just casting through the window when the sound of drums began to thunder outside!

Accompanied by the sunrise, the drumming grew louder and more intense!

Xie Qun and the steward exchanged a look.

Ignoring the broken pieces on the floor, Xie Qun got dressed with a solemn expression and headed towards the front courtyard.

At that moment, Qin Huai had removed his upper garments, revealing a body of sinewy muscles.

With a red-cloth draped drumstick in each hand, he pounded the drum frenziedly, sweat pouring down his face without any expression.

The remaining members of the Qin Family knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.

Grand Tutor Qin, who had led a dignified life, was now placed on the steps, his eyes tightly shut, a dagger thrust into his abdomen, with his blood having turned black, and beneath him was Zhang Quanzhong.

"Accusing the Yan Family, Yan Wanqing! With a heart of a venomous snake, she schemed and intentionally caused the death of my father and his servant..." The elder Master Qin kept repeating the accusation amidst the thunderous drumbeats and cries.

Xie Qun and the steward had just reached the gate when they suddenly stopped.

"Isn’t today a rest day?" he queried.

The steward nodded, "It is indeed."

Even through the closed door, one could sense the malice of those outside.

Xie Qun gritted his teeth, "Just say the official has gone back to his hometown for a rest day and will only return tomorrow."

At this time, the Qin Family was in an uproar and there was no word from the Crown Princess Consort’s side; she was still in her postpartum confinement, surely she could not be summoned to court.

Xie Qun turned around to walk back, "You go, go quickly."

He had to secretly go to the palace.

And inside the palace.

Yan Wanqing was holding her child in her arms, nursing him.

Her expression was calm.

Xiao Pingfeng sat beside her, his gaze complicated, "...Aren’t you going to say anything to me?"

Yan Wanqing used a cloth to wipe the milk from the baby’s lips.

"I didn’t kill Qin Jun."

She looked up at Xiao Pingfeng, "It was Zhang Quanzhong."

"You, in the middle of the night, not sleeping, went to Qin Family’s separate residence to kill someone..." Xiao Pingfeng’s tone was already filled with anger, he pointed outside, "Do you know that this morning Qin Jun’s students have filled my entire study’s desk with their memorials!"

"I’m sorry." Yan Wanqing knew she couldn’t nurse the baby properly, but fortunately, the little one had fallen asleep, "Nanny, please take the little prince to sleep."

The nanny quickly took the child away.

Only the two of them were left in the room.

Xiao Pingfeng fell silent for a while, "I’ll handle this matter, but before that, you’ll have to endure some hardship."

"What are you planning to do?"

"You needn’t worry about that; leave it to me." He came quickly, and left just as rapidly.

Yan Wanqing stared at the now empty chair, the smile on her lips turning somehow bitter.