AWB Chapter 239 I have a clear conscience
Chapter 239 I have a clear conscience
After reading Song Nuan's memories, Xie Wanning recognized someone.
Ye Qianqian.
Not long ago, Ye Qianqian contacted Song Nuan and told her about Song Huai'an's death in his previous life.
"Why would my imperial brother act so recklessly?"
"Naturally, it's because he personally killed Senior Sister, which broke him down and led him to degenerate. Xie Wanning's death was the consequence of her collusion with the Demon Clan, but it was Second Senior Brother who suffered."
Xie Wanning opened her eyes again and met Song Nuan's eyes, those eyes full of resentment.
Song Nuan sneered, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her tone: "Xie Wan Ning, because of you, the Imperial Brother will collapse, and because of you, the Pavilion Master will die. So, what face do you have to stand in front of me?"
Xie Wanning roughly understood. Song Nuan believed that she was the reason for Song Huai'an's depravity in her past life, and that she was the murderer who killed Si Jinchuan. That's why Song Nuan hated her.
But she didn't do any of these things.
“I did not do these things, and I have a clear conscience.”
Song Nuan gave a soft snort, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
Xie Wanning was too lazy to waste words and directly pressed Song Nuan's forehead: "See for yourself."
Xie Wanning transferred her memories of being treated coldly and framed by Song Huai'an in her sect in her previous life, as well as the torture Song Huai'an inflicted on her, to Song Nuan.
Song Nuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Xie Wanning with suspicion.
"Believe it or not, Song Huai'an isn't as good as you think. As for Si Jinchuan, Yan Ze killed him. Although his death is related to me, it wasn't my doing," Xie Wanning said coldly.
"You're lying. You must have plotted to harm them." Song Nuan's eyes were red, and tears welled up in them.
Song Huai'an was her younger brother, but he died tragically in her previous life. As for the Pavilion Master Si, he had helped her secure her throne and fend off traitors in the court who wanted to seize it, which enabled her, at a young age, to hold onto the position of the monarch of Haolan Kingdom.
One was her relative, and the other was her benefactor.
The Xie Wanning before her was about to kill Song Huai'an and had already killed Si Jinchuan. She could no longer allow Xie Wanning to act recklessly.
Xie Wanning ignored Song Nuan and looked up at the sky.
It's been about half an incense stick's time; it's almost time.
"careful!"
Song Nuan saw Luo Zejian rushing towards her. Instinctively, Song Nuan shrank back.
Unexpectedly, the sword did not pierce her; instead, it blocked her way.
A golden light flashed, accompanied by a violent blast of sand, and Xie Wanning stood in front of Song Nuan.
"They've finally arrived, Second Junior Brother."
Xie Wanning saw Song Huai'an flying in the air on his sword, and met his cold eyes, which were exactly the same as Yan Ze's.
"In the way."
With a wave of his hand, Song Huai'an unleashed dozens of golden swords that rained down from the sky with an unstoppable force.
Xie Wanning frowned slightly, but simply took out a defensive magic weapon to block.
"Stop! This is the capital city. Your fighting will hurt ordinary people." Song Nuan stood up and sternly reprimanded them.
"I didn't strike first, it was your good brother who did it." Xie Wanning turned to the side, allowing Song Nuan to see Song Huai'an flying in the sky on his sword.
Song Nuan was slightly stunned, and looked at Song Huai'an with a hint of shock: "Huai'an, what are you doing? This is the imperial city, you can't do this here."
Sudden.
A golden blade slashed towards them in the sunlight.
Xie Wanning quickly pulled Song Nuan behind her to block the sword blade.
Song Huai'an frowned, impatience flashing in his eyes. He swung his sword, and hundreds of blades, shaped like dragons, rushed towards Xie Wanning.
The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator arose spontaneously, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at that aura.
Xie Wanning grabbed Song Nuan's hand, took out a teleportation talisman, and teleported away directly.
Seeing the houses shattered into dust on the ground, Song Huai'an released the barrier and headed towards the palace.
Meanwhile, in the palace, Xie Wanning looked at Song Nuan, who was sitting on the throne with a face ashen with fear, and said, "Well? Do you believe what I said? Song Huai'an is not as simple as you think."
“That’s not my brother at all. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me. I’m his sister. How could he kill me?” Song Nuan looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Yes, I’ve already imprisoned my brother to lure you here. Although it wasn’t what I wanted to do, it proves that the person who wanted to kill me wasn’t my brother.”
Helpless, Xie Wanning took out the projection stone, which showed that Song Huai'an was indeed in the prison. However, she threw a talisman at Song Huai'an, and Song Huai'an, who was sitting in the prison meditating, instantly turned into a puppet.
Xie Wanning finally understood why the cultivators who attacked the black market a few days ago were so powerful; it turned out that Song Huai'an was also involved.
The ninth-grade substitute puppets were unique to the black market. Since Qin Muyang fell into the Chaos Sea, substitute puppets had not appeared in the black market for a long time. It was only after Xie Wanning succeeded as the Black Market Pavilion Master that she personally made a few substitute puppets, but they were all lost in the great looting by cultivators.
“The Song Huai’an in prison is a fake. Song Huai’an won’t kill you in the palace. He will find an opportunity to strike you down and then frame someone else so that he can rightfully inherit your position.” Xie Wan’ning spread her hands helplessly and said, “As for that scapegoat, I suppose it will be me, the senior sister.”
Song Nuan trembled, her heart aching uncontrollably. Suddenly, she looked up, grabbed Xie Wanning's sleeve, and questioned, "You teleported me outside the palace to lure my brother out. You knew he would come all along, didn't you?"
"Yes." Xie Wanning met Song Nuan's eyes without fear and answered calmly.
"That's because I knew all along that Song Huai'an wanted to kill you. After all, in your previous life you had already 'died of illness,' and Song Huai'an became the monarch of Haolan Kingdom."
As for whether Song Nuan was truly ill, she herself knew perfectly well the truth.
Song Nuan leaned against the throne in a daze, fragments of memories flashing through her mind.
"Xiao Nuan, Huai An, when you grow up, you must protect Hao Lan Kingdom well." The Emperor looked at her and Huai An and said kindly.
"Ah."
"Haolan Kingdom needs a wise ruler and a powerful cultivator to protect it; this is Haolan Kingdom's tradition." The Emperor glanced at Huai'an with reluctance.
She remembered that her imperial uncle was a cultivator, but he had died at the hands of a demonic cultivator. And when her imperial uncle died, her father had drunk a lot of wine.
"Father, I can become a cultivator." She stood in front of Song Huai'an, not wanting her younger brother to be killed by demonic cultivators.
"I don't want to cultivate immortality. I don't want to leave my father, mother, and elder sister," Huai'an said, feeling wronged.
The Emperor sighed deeply and said sternly, "It's settled that Huai'an will go to Qingyun Sect to cultivate immortality."
Huai'an knelt on the ground and cried. She also pleaded for Huai'an, but unfortunately, her father did not change his mind.
In fact, the Emperor was right. Huai'an was born with a sword physique and was a good candidate for cultivating immortality.
On the day of parting, Huai'an looked at his father and mother with reluctance, and when he saw her, he cried again.
Huai'an rushed over, grabbed her hand, and cried, "Sister, I don't want to leave."
She held back her tears, pried Huai'an's hands away, and comforted him, "Brother, as long as you cultivate diligently, you will be able to return when you are strong enough."
"really?"
"real."
Outside the palace gates, Song Huai'an looked at the Golden Cloud Sword in his hand, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
My elder sister, I am strong enough now. Therefore, the throne is mine.