Chapter 461

Jiang Yin responded to Gu Ying with one side, and was already extremely tired in his heart. He also felt that his body was gradually becoming weak and powerless. He thought that she must have arranged narcotics in this room!

He couldn't wait any longer. If this continued, he would definitely be killed by A Ying!

"Han Lin!"

However, after calling for a long time, there was still no trace of Han Lin.

Jiang Yin realized something was wrong and was in a panic.

How could Gu Ying give him a chance to escape. She grabbed the back of his collar with one hand, clenched the cold blade in her hand, and stabbed straight at the back of his neck when he was in a panic.

"Puff!"

A blood light rushed into the sky and splashed in front of Gu Ying's eyes.

At the same time Jiang Yin fell down, a burst of fierce shouts came from the gate of the Hidden Fragrance Convent.

Jiang Yin looked back incredulously, groped the back of his neck with his big hand, and his pupils shrank at the large piece of bright redness, "You ..."

Gu Ying expressionlessly pulled out the dagger, straddled him, and stabbed another knife into his chest.

This time, she aimed precisely at the acupoint near his heart, leaving no chance for him to live again.

Jiang Yin's face turned as white as paper in an instant, he breathed out a breath, and vomited blood again, "A Ying ..."

His eyes were filled with disbelief, but when his breathing became weak, he slowly reached out his hand, and the turbulent eyes shed two lines of regretful tears, as if trying to grab her hand.

"Don't leave me..."

"Go die."

Gu Ying looked at him indifferently.

The vast expanse of white hair and the night wind howled like a wild beast.

After taking revenge, the mood was unprecedentedly refreshing. The surrounding scenery slowed down. She was wearing a white brocade dress, her little face covered in blood, and the cold wind blowing her messy hair. But she didn't feel a hint of cold.

She looked at Jiang Yin's eyes gradually losing their luster, and thought of the child she had given birth to at the risk of her life, and Du who was still in a coma. She felt that life was just like this.

The more obsessed you are with something, the more it's like quicksand in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it slips away.

As long as she was willing to give up, nothing could defeat her anymore.

It was fine that the little one had come to this world alive, and there was a way to detoxify Du. She had nothing to regret.

She smiled, took the dagger out of Jiang Yin's body little by little, and pointed it at her own heart little by little.

She thought that if she could do it again, she had already completed her mission.

It was time to leave.

"Gu Ying! Don't you dare!"

Suddenly, the man's grieving voice resounded through the world.

Strong inner strength rushed in from all directions. Gu Ying was stunned. Before she could react, the dagger in her hand had been snatched away.

A mysterious ink-colored silhouette flew over like a startled swan from the snow curtain. The familiar scent of sinking water made the numb and lifeless Gu Ying move her eyes.

"No!" Zhao Changduo hugged her tightly, his phoenix eyes crimson, filled with endless anger. He hugged her slender waist tightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said hoarsely, "No, don't leave us, do you understand?"

He had never thought she would choose to commit suicide.

When the knife pointed at her heart, his chest hurt so much it almost cracked.

At that moment he didn't think of anything, he just rushed over like this, wishing he could slap her awake, but he couldn't bear to do it either.

Gu Ying was stunned in the man's arms, only to find that his whole body was uncontrollably trembling.

"Du, how did you get here?"

"A Ying ..." The man wished he could rub her into his flesh and blood. Frowning, he held her blood-stained little face, "Even if you don't want me, how can you not want Nian?"

"If you don't want him, I don't want him either!"

"If you die, I will follow you to the Yellow Springs!"

Gu Ying's vision was blurred by a layer of mist, and she could only see his face indistinctly.

There was a tingling pain in her heart, and sourness welled up in her throat.

She clenched her fists and raised her wet, flushed eyes to look into the abyss of his eyes. "Du, my business—"

Zhao Changduo's bright phoenix eyes stared at her intently. "I know everything now."

Gu Ying's whole body stiffened. "So you know how indecent I am. I—" Zhao Changduo frowned. He reached out his slender fingers along the back of her ear and tucked back a strand of hair wet with tears, revealing the woman's pointed chin.

He held her hand and intertwined their ten fingers. "Where are you indecent?"

Gu Ying's heart ached. "I ..."

Zhao Changduo looked tenderly at her breezy, almost transparent and fragile tearful eyes. He said distressingly, "But I have never thought you were indecent."

Gu Ying was stunned for a moment, and raised her eyes again. In the misty water vapor, the man's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

He smiled and said, "A Ying, I know that in your previous life, your kindness to Jiang Yin was not because he was good, but because you are good. You gave him everything, lost your reputation for him, and were humiliated in the temple for ten years. All this is not your fault, it is his fault."

He lightly kissed her forehead. "I never regretted liking you and falling in love with you, marrying you as my wife, even if you had once looked to the wrong person and was let down, even if you only looked back at me after hitting a wall."

Gu Ying felt the soft touch of his thin lips, and her heart felt a rush of heat.

She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Zhao Changduo said helplessly, "I feel heartache for you, how could I despise you? I only hate that I didn't reincarnate, otherwise how could I have given him the chance to hurt you..."

"What's more, in this life you are mine from body to heart, you are pure and clean, you are my beloved little girl."

"It was just a nightmare."

"Be good, forget the nightmare."

"We will be together for life after life. In the next life, and the next, I will never let go of your hand again."

The usually silent and taciturn prince was so talkative today.

After a sour feeling welled up in Gu Ying's eyes, her eyes became wet.

She stretched out her icy hands and put her arms around his waist, sobbing, "Du, I miss Nian."

Zhao Changduo sighed softly, kissed the tip of her nose, and said, "Okay, I'll have someone bring Nian over now."

With that, he picked up the thin and weak little girl in his arms and placed her on a chair, then went out the door himself to take the child from Ye Qingchi.

Ye Qingchi stopped him and asked, "How is A Ying?"

Zhao Changduo said, "She wants to see the child."

Ye Qingchi's mouth twitched slightly. "I saw Jiang Yin's corpse. What did you and A Ying talk about? A Ying was imprisoned here by Jiang Yin. If something happened, Du, you must keep calm."

Zhao Changduo pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. "Nothing much. I just thought it was time to end this nightmare of hers."

His voice was deep, seemingly calm, but one look in his eyes would let anyone know that this man was on the verge of rage.

Ye Qingchi's temple twitched and he had a headache. "Leave Jiang Yin to me. He harmed A Ying, so he offended our Ye family. I can't let him die so easily."