Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

"When Yinglong's power erupted, I saw with my own eyes that all the members of the Five Poison Sect went to Yingxia, but almost no one survived. May I ask what exactly happened to those Five Poison disciples?" She asked directly to the point.

Xuan He looked guilty: "They were handed over to Ding Tu by Master, and I only rescued a few of them. I am deeply sorry for those I failed to rescue!"

"Those survivors told me that most of the Five Poisons disciples were sent by Ding Tu to be experimented on, and suffered heavy losses. When I heard that Qu Shang had died, I went to the scene myself, and what I saw was the miserable scene of the Five Poisons disciples."

Jiang Xue's face suddenly changed after hearing this. She had spent part of her childhood in the Five Poison Sect and had established a deep emotional bond with those disciples.

Upon learning of their tragic ending, her heart ached just like Qu Ruchen's.

"I am willing to pay any price if it means I can make up for my past sins."

Since learning about the evil deeds committed by the Red Moon Cult pretending to be the Five Poisons, Xuan He's guilt towards the Five Poisons Cult has deepened. He accidentally killed a good person and helped the tyrant to commit atrocities. Now is the time for him to atone for his sins.

"Any price? Including asking you to punish Taoist Wentian yourself?" Jiang Xue looked at the upright man in front of her and knew that it was almost impossible for him to betray his mentor.

As expected, Xuan He shook his head: "I can't kill my master."

Even though Master Wentian did many evil things outside, to him personally, Master was always very kind to him and he could not be an ungrateful person.

"It's just..." Xuan He hesitated to speak.

"Anything else?" Jiang Xue asked.

"I just hope to do my best to make up for my mistakes without violating morality." Xuan He added, indicating his determination and limits.

Queen Jiang Xue sighed softly and said to Xuan He: "My teacher's kindness, even if he has a thousand faults, Xuan He can't let it go."

She knew the weight of this emotion because her master Xiao Yunjian not only gave her a second life, but also ensured her safety with his own sacrifice.

How could such a deep kindness be easily forgotten? Therefore, when Xuan He talked about her teacher's kindness, her heartstrings were also touched, and her eyes became less cold.

“I cannot personally deal with my mentor, but the crimes he committed must be settled.

If the Queen wants to seek justice for Xin'er and Wudu and send troops to attack Qingxu Sect, I can lead the way, but what happens afterwards has nothing to do with me." Xuanhe proposed a compromise.

"You mean, you're willing to be a guide but not take part in the action?"

Jiang Xue asked. This plan neither violated Xuanhe's principles nor hindered her actions against Qingxu Sect.

"Okay." She exchanged glances with Emperor Xiao Zhan and nodded in agreement.

As night fell, Jiang Xue stood by the desk, looking at the secret letter that Xiao Zhan wrote to Lu Quan, the Lord of Yingxia.

The letter proposed that as long as Wentian was handed over, Beiling would provide high-quality horses and open new channels for jade trade in return.

Since Xiao Zhan ascended the throne, Bei Ling's strength has increased rapidly, reaching an unprecedented height in ten years.

Ying Xia has always been eager to establish closer trade ties with Beiling, and this new channel is undoubtedly the opportunity they have dreamed of.

Soon, Lu Quan responded to Xiao Zhan's proposal and ordered the abolition of Wen Tian's meridians and sent him to Bei Ling.

After the transaction was completed, the two countries immediately announced the opening of a new jade trade channel, and Beiling also sent a large number of horses.

On the day Wentian was executed, Jiang Xue specially arranged for Qu Xin to sit in the best seat to witness this moment with her own eyes.

Fifteen years passed in a flash. Jiang Xue stood in front of the drawing table, completing the last stroke of the plum blossom, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"This is the red plum blossom in winter. It is really beautiful."

Xiao Zhan hugged her from behind, hugged her tightly, and then kissed her lips gently, as if time had stopped at this moment. After many years of marriage, the two were still as close as ever.

"Father, Mother, please be more careful. At least close the door."

Xiao Ruoxin suddenly rushed in holding a bunch of red plums. When she saw her parents' intimate scene, her little face immediately turned red and she quickly turned around.

"Naughty devil."

When Xiao Zhan saw his daughter coming, although he was reluctant to leave his lover in his arms, he still relaxed his hold on Jiang Xue.

He waved to his daughter: "Xin'er, come here."

Xiao Ruoxin, the word "Xin" in her name means elegance and joy.

But this little girl's behavior is very different from her name, she is lively, active, full of creativity, and seems to have endless ideas.

"You were climbing trees again?"

Looking at the red plum in her hand, which was the most beautiful one on the tree, Xiao Zhan knew that this girl must be playing on the tree like a little monkey again.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

If I hadn't witnessed her being born from Jiang Xue's belly with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that with such calm personalities as myself and my wife, we could have given birth to such a lively and clever little girl.

"Hey, Father, this is for you."

Xiao Ruoxin handed the red plum to Xiao Zhan with a smile. Seeing that her father did not take it but stared at her with a smile, she felt a chill and turned to her mother for help.

"Mother, I saw these red plum blossoms in full bloom, so I wanted to pick them and give them to you." She looked at Jiang Xue with her big watery eyes, hoping that her mother could plead for her.

Xiao Ruoxin knew that although her mother looked more serious than her father, she was more soft-hearted.

Her mother would usually forgive her if she acted a little spoiled, but her father, though always smiling, was notoriously strict and would punish anyone for any wrongdoing.

Jiang Xue looked at her daughter's eyes, her heart softened, she took the red plum and gave it to the maid to put in the vase, then said to Xiao Zhan: "Let's forgive her this time, she was just a little naughty."

Xiao Zhan nodded, looked at his daughter's expectant and nervous expression, and sighed: "Since your mother has spoken, I will not copy Zhou Li."

Hearing this, Xiao Ruoxin was about to cheer, but Xiao Zhan continued, "However, since you are here for plum blossoms, write three poems about plum blossoms today and hand them in for me tomorrow."

Write poetry?

Xiao Ruoxin complained bitterly in her heart. Among the arts of calligraphy and painting, the one she feared the most was calligraphy! She really didn't know how to start.

"So you spent half a day lying here with me just for the three poems that the emperor asked you to write?"

After Xiao Yichen finished his studies for the day, he saw his sister occupying his bed with her legs up in the air, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Father, you know I'm not good at this, why did you give me such a difficult problem?"

The little girl complained while rolling around on Xiao Yichen's bed, making the sheets a mess.

Xiao Yichen glanced at the tangled bed sheets and sighed in his heart: It's not just that you are not good at it, you know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Royal brother!" A coquettish voice interrupted his thoughts.

He lowered his head and met Xiao Ruoxin's cunning eyes. She had stopped rolling without knowing when, and lay on her stomach, holding her chin with both hands, looking up at her brother, her eyes full of expectation.