Chapter 1919: Chapter 93: Xiao Qinghe, Here I Come

He even thought about finding a way to break the curse and let him regain his freedom.

So he went.

Before heading to the Capital, he wrote a letter to Liang Zhichen explaining his whereabouts, but later, many more things happened, and he almost died.

If he hadn’t met the young wife of the Liang family, he might have indeed died.

Su Lang laughed emotionlessly, but from this laughter, no emotions could be discerned.

"Xiao Qinghe, I’ve come."

"I know, you’re here, right here."

He slowly lowered his gaze, the shadows in his eyes growing more profound and obsessive.

At this moment.

Su Lang heard some noises, turned his head to look down the slope, and saw a winding trail of blood, as if someone had crawled through there.

He followed the blood trail with a frown and saw a girl with a bloody head injury. She was severely injured, seemingly beaten before, with a broken arm and leg, her face bruised and swollen. That brutality reminded Su Lang of his past.

Recalling the time when he was exiled and became a plaything for the Xinsan Army’s female soldiers, he had lost all dignity.

He deeply hated that part of his life, convinced that not a single woman in this world was worth trusting.

But now, seeing that miserable girl, his past self seemed to be pulled back in front of him.

...

"How... is she alive again?"

The servant responsible for disposing of Li Luo’s body outside the city looked horrified. The servant looked at Li Luo in terror.

"No way!"

Another person said, "Since Miss Xiyu wants her dead, she can’t be allowed to live. We can’t pretend we didn’t see this; otherwise, if Miss Xiyu finds out, we’ll end up like this maid."

"Yes, that’s right! She must die, she must be killed!"

The two servants approached Li Luo. Her face was covered in snow, and she looked up in anger.

"The Yan family, there’s not a single good one among them."

She was barely alive, surviving solely on her will to live, but she was unwilling to accept this.

She hated.

She truly hated Yan Xiyu and also herself for her indecisiveness.

When she first discovered Yan Xiyu’s true colors, she should have left; she shouldn’t have stayed, but... even if she wanted to leave, how could she?

Yan Xiyu held her weakness and used it as a threat.

If she left, her whole family would be in danger.

She wept softly.

"What did I do wrong?"

Seeing the two servants about to end her, Li Luo was filled with despair.

But at that moment.

A young boy flew over, his face as fair as jade, exceedingly delicate and beautiful, yet the corners of his lips were pressed down, making him appear somber and sinister.

"Get lost!"

The boy kicked away one of the servants, and the next moment drew his longsword, his gaze sweeping over them as if they were ants, exuding an aura as if he could challenge the world.

The two servants froze, glanced again at the longsword, and suddenly felt a bit intimidated.

"Run!"

One of them grabbed his companion, fleeing in a panic, as if afraid of losing his life there.

Su Lang watched the backs of the servants without pursuing, instead turning back to look at the severely injured girl.

The girl had a pair of beautiful eyes, and the look in them reminded him of his former self.

He pondered briefly, then sheathed his longsword, and walked over slowly.

...

This was an unfamiliar boy, his skin white as snow,...