Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment: "Witch, why are you always so subjective? I’m human too, I can’t always be righteous."

Diana unwaveringly replied: "In my eyes, Black Emperor is not human, but a god. Since you saved me, you have been the eternally righteous god in my life!"

Ye Xuan was at a loss for words and only wanted to say one thing to Diana.

I服了U!

However, Ye Xuan had long been accustomed to Diana’s blind faith. This girl, like many people in Purgatory, believes that no matter what Ye Xuan does, right or wrong, it must be correct.

Actually, in this matter, Ye Xuan didn’t think Wang Qianjun was wrong.

He is the head of the Wang Family. To survive, he must comply with the Zhao Family and Holy Mansion. In other words, the Wang Family, which many people see as dazzling, is actually just a pawn in the hands of real big players.

Now, Wang Qianjun has fallen into such a situation, and those who he used to look up to in the Zhao Family and Holy Mansion, have not provided even the slightest help.

This old man has long been forgotten by them...

And Ye Xuan has a way to solve the poison in Wang Qianjun’s body, at least allowing him to live for another ten years, but Ye Xuan is not planning to save him.

Because Ye Xuan knows that Wang Qianjun has actually died long ago.

Heart-dead.

...

The long night is endless, the stars are scattered.

The winter in East Sea is like spring and autumn. Even in this deep night, the breeze blowing on one’s face doesn’t carry any piercing chill.

Liu Ying lay on a recliner on the balcony, lazily gazing at the sky, lost in thought, as if reminiscing some past events.

"What are you thinking?"

Ye Xuan’s laughter suddenly came.

Liu Ying abruptly returned to her senses, only to find that Ye Xuan’s tall and casual figure had already lain on another recliner beside her.

Retracting her gaze, Liu Ying continued to look up at the sky, letting out a soft sigh without any of her usual allure, murmuring with a half-smile: "What else could it be, just memories of the past that are no longer there."

"Thinking of your parents?" Ye Xuan chuckled.

"Mm." Liu Ying gently nodded.

Ye Xuan fell silent, wishing to comfort Liu Ying but unsure how to do so.

Speaking of which, Liu Ying’s fate has some resemblance to Lin Tong’s.

Originally, they both had happy family lives, but ultimately got caught in the family conflicts.

Compared to Liu Ying, Lin Tong is somewhat fortunate; after her mother passed away, Lin Dongfang only cared about the family head’s interests, wanting to marry her off to Song Shaopeng. If Ye Xuan hadn’t appeared, she would have probably married a man she resented by now.

The greatest sorrow for a woman might be marrying a man she doesn’t love.

"Ye Xuan..."

Amidst the quiet, Liu Ying suddenly spoke while gazing at the starry sky.

Ye Xuan smiled and said, "What’s the matter?"

"Have we made wedding clothes for others?"

Liu Ying turned her head, looked puzzled, and said: "You painstakingly hit the Wang Family hard, but in the end, Liu Qiankun became the biggest winner."

"Looking at it now, perhaps so."

Ye Xuan smiled helplessly; he knew the benefits to the Liu Family were the last thing Liu Ying wanted to see.

After some consideration, Ye Xuan added: "But this is all superficial. No matter how proud the Liu Family seems now, their good days are numbered."

"Are you certain?" Liu Ying asked skeptically.

"Of course I’m certain." Ye Xuan said with a smile: "Why? Don’t you trust me?"

"Who would I trust if not you?" Liu Ying shook her head with a bitter smile: "I just think about how powerful my father was back then, yet even he fell in Liu Qiankun’s hands. I’m very afraid..."

Liu Ying didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

She feared Ye Xuan would follow in her father’s footsteps.

Life is short, and such painful experiences are not something Liu Ying wants to go through a second time.

She hadn’t thought about it much before, but in this fight, with Liu Qiankun emerging as the biggest winner, she couldn’t help but think about it, given that at the end of the day, she is just a woman.

Putting aside all the glamor, she is simply a woman deeply in love with Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan looked at Liu Ying’s mournful and worried face and couldn’t help but smile: "Your father was formidable but he was a man of emotions. For such people, the most fatal thing is betrayal by friends and family. Liu Qiankun defeated him not because he was better, but because your father had little guard against him. After all, in this vast world, cases of murdering siblings for power are few and far between, both ancient and modern."

"Perhaps." Liu Ying sighed softly, then suddenly thought of something: "Did you visit Wang Qianjun during the day?"

"Mm." Ye Xuan didn’t hide: "He only has three days left to live."

Liu Ying nodded: "He’s also a pitiable man. In Wang Family’s last days, many who flattered him now turned their backs, even humiliating and cursing him, blaming him for ruining the Wang Family."

"Behind the glory, scars abound," Ye Xuan said calmly.

"What did he say to you?" Liu Ying asked.

Ye Xuan: "A lot."

Liu Ying: "For example?"

Ye Xuan was silent for a while, then looked at Liu Ying, squinting his eyes with a mischievous smile: "Xiao Ying, has anyone ever told you that a woman’s curiosity shouldn’t be too strong?"

"Get lost." Liu Ying threw the pillow behind her at Ye Xuan, annoyed: "This isn’t anything that can’t be disclosed. You telling me, would I sell you out? Don’t we even have the basic trust anymore?"

Liu Ying just didn’t want to be kept in the dark by Ye Xuan. She really didn’t want to go through that feeling again.

Ye Xuan looked through her, shrugged shamelessly and said: "I just don’t trust you. We’re just hookup buddies, who shares so many secrets with hookup buddies?"

Liu Ying was furious: "Ye Xuan, did a dog eat your conscience? You..."

Amidst a series of complaints, Ye Xuan kept his mouth shut.

Ultimately, Liu Ying had to give up, no longer exploring, resigning herself to silence, thinking she’d let Ye Xuan do as he pleased, even if it meant dying together in the end.

In the cold atmosphere.

Ye Xuan also looked up at the sky, gazing at the myriad stars, murmuring: "Just wait, soon!"

Time flew by, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qianjun died, quietly and anonymously in a secret room.

Back in the day, Wang Qianjun was a legendary figure in Yan Country, with every move attracting countless attention. No one would have thought that when he died, it would be so humble and silent.

No one paid attention, no one knew, and no one sent him off.

Even his grave was arranged by Ye Xuan, his old life-and-death adversary, with the only bouquet of white chrysanthemums at the grave sent by Ye Xuan.

The humility of life, the coldness of the human heart, is lamentable.

Some people die, and their names live on through the ages; some people die, and they are reviled through the ages; and many more are forgotten shortly after their death, vanishing forever into the river of history.

Undoubtedly, Wang Qianjun is one of these people.

Except his death was not only ordinary and insignificant but also marked the extinction of the Wang Family, leaving hundreds of people in the family with no chance of survival.