Reborn, meet you again!

Chapter 301: Oath

Song Yan looked at her brother's receding back, and a hint of warmth welled up in her eyes.

She suddenly thought, if her brother knew that she had lied to him before, would he still be as anxious to save her as he is now?

perhaps……

I think so.

He is just like his aunt. Even though he blames her and resents her, he will not give up on her.

only……

As if she had thought of something, Song Yan tried to open her eyes wide, and her gaze passed over Aunt Wen's shoulder and fell on Song Yi.

She stretched out her trembling hand towards Song Yi.

"Father, Yan'er was wrong..."

"Can you... forgive Yan'er..."

Her father could also ask her brother to ask someone to rescue her.

Does it mean...

It's possible that her father would forgive her...

Song Yi looked at Song Yan's hand extending towards him, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

He suddenly remembered what Song Yan looked like when she was just born.

She and Song Jing were twins. When they were born, they were so small and soft, curled up in his palm.

she……

After all, she is his daughter, how can he not feel heartbroken.

But, thinking about what she did.

But he never took that step towards her.

Not everything in this world can be covered up with a simple "I'm sorry".

Not all evil in the world can be forgiven. If we forgive them all, then what is the fault of those who are harmed?

Seeing her father's indifference, Song Yan's eyes gradually filled with tears. She knew she didn't deserve forgiveness, but she also knew...

I might die soon.

She didn't want to leave with regrets.

So, she stubbornly stretched out her hand towards Song Yi, as if she wanted to use up her last bit of strength to make her father soften his heart.

The wind and snow are getting stronger.

Song Yi watched the light gradually disappear from Song Yan's eyes, but he just clenched his palms in his sleeves and turned his face away.

"Master..." Seeing this, Aunt Wen seemed to want to say something for Song Yan.

For example, Yan'er might die at the next moment, so she fulfilled her last wish. However, when she thought about what Yan'er had done to the eldest lady and the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was unable to speak.

Song Yan watched his father's movements and felt the pain in his chest become more intense.

The outstretched hand, unable to support itself any longer, slowly dropped down...

After all, she was just wishful thinking...

Song Yan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a bitter smile.

Yes.

How could her father forgive her when she had done so many evil things?

At this moment, Song Jing, who had just gone to the Regent's Palace to ask for help, had already arrived with Song Wan and Jun Jiuchen.

Song Wan's gaze swept across the arrow stuck in Song Yan's chest and the pool of blood on the snow. He then looked at Yun Zheng not far away, and felt that the scene before him was extremely familiar and extremely ironic.

She suppressed her thoughts, squatted down, and fed a pill into Song Yan's mouth before she began to check her wounds and take her pulse...

Then, her brows were tightly furrowed.

The arrow that Yun Zheng shot today was not an ordinary arrow.

The arrowhead was covered with fine barbs, each of which was bent inward like a fishhook and embedded deeply in the flesh.

This arrow pierced Song Yan's heart directly...

If it is pulled out forcibly, the heart meridian will be torn and the person will die on the spot.

This person.

It's too late to save it...

Although she didn't mean to be so kind as to save Song Yan's life.

But she felt.

She shouldn't have died so hastily.

She... still owes many people an explanation.

Aunt Wen looked at Song Wan's expression and her heart sank. She hugged her daughter even tighter in her arms.

"Princess... Yan'er..."

Song Wan simply shifted his gaze away from Song Yan and shook his head gently at Aunt Wen.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Wen immediately hugged her daughter and burst into tears...

Song Yan did not feel disappointed at all.

Whatever.

This can be considered a kind of relief.

But just when she was about to say something to Aunt Wen, she suddenly followed Song Wan's shaking head and her eyes fell on the peach blossom hairpin on her head...

That hairpin...

Song Yan's pupils contracted sharply in an instant.

Then, she coughed violently a few times, which affected the wound, and soon blood began to flow out of her chest more and more violently.

But Song Yan seemed unaware of it.

I don't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly grabbed Song Wan's wrist when she was about to get up. He looked at her with disbelief in his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Who are you……"

She stared at Song Wan intently.

Thinking about the appearance of this woman in front of me when she first came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to treat my grandmother's eye disease.

Thinking about how she tried her best to help her father settle the Mobei Army...

Thinking about how she had easily exposed the poison she thought was foolproof in Prince Huai's Mansion...

She knew about the poison, and as Lu Ming's apprentice, her elder sister naturally...

Also know.

And, standing behind her at this moment, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, his gaze was only focused on her holding Jiang Wanqiao's hand, Jun Jiuchen with an unhappy look on his face, and...

The poorly embroidered sachet on his body.

That is the sachet embroidered by my eldest sister.

Now that he has married a new wife, why did he hang his eldest sister's sachet around his waist again...Jun Jiuchen, Song Shi...

Gradually, the sudden and incredible guess in Song Yan's mind became clearer and clearer in her mind.

She stared at Song Wan in front of her.

Emotions surged in his eyes.

How could she not have thought of it?

After the eldest sister came back, her personality changed drastically, and she was no longer the same as before.

Jun Jiuchen once loved his elder sister so much, but after his elder sister came back to life, he was indifferent and had no intention of taking her back.

Instead, he married this merchant's daughter, whom he had only known for half a year, with great fanfare...

only……

is it possible?

Such a ridiculous thing...

is it possible?

At this moment, Song Wan felt a little depressed when he heard this unexpected sentence.

I immediately thought of the peach blossom hairpin on my head today.

She had never worn this hairpin on other days, but tonight was New Year's Eve and she had no plans to go out. The man insisted on her wearing it for him, so she put it on.

I didn't expect something like this to happen tonight.

Coincidentally, Song Yan is so perceptive.

But of course she would not admit her identity to her at this time.

He just said with unchanged eyes.

"Miss Song San is confused. I am naturally Jiang Wanqiao."

Then, she tried to pull her hand out of hers, but Song Yan still held her hand tightly and refused to let go.

Seeing this, Jun Jiuchen glanced at Yun Zheng not far away and couldn't help but step forward.

But the next moment, Song Yan suddenly let go of Song Wan's hand.

Then, she suddenly laughed softly...

She is such a fool. She keeps fighting in the mansion but she doesn't even know who she is fighting against.

That smile caused her chest to tremble again, and the fishy-sweet taste slowly rose to the tip of her throat and overflowed from her mouth...

But then, a look of relief suddenly flashed across her eyes.

She couldn't help but shift her gaze to Yun Zheng, who was still sitting on his horse not far away.

She looked at the man she had given up everything to love, who was now looking at her indifferently, as if he was not moved at all by her death.

But at this moment, her heart seemed to no longer hurt.

She just stared at Yun Zheng quietly, a brilliant smile on her lips...

Big sister...

Finally, he returned to Song Shi's side.

But he was like a fool, kept in the dark, and watched the two of them get married.

He was even smug about having a child with that fake Song Wan.

very nice.

He is just like her...

Don't ever expect to get her true heart...

Before his consciousness faded, Song Yan's memories flowed like a kaleidoscope, finally settling on that spring day.

That day, when I was little, I put the kite on a tree, and my eldest sister volunteered to take it down for me.

When my father discovered this, he anxiously opened his hands under the tree, asking my eldest sister to come down. My aunt held my brother's hand, and she and my grandmother stood under the corridor, looking at each other and smiling...

At that time, spring was in full swing, and the soft sunlight fell on everyone's shoulders.

Everything is just right.

Song Yan slowly closed her eyes, and she finally understood that what she had been chasing all her life was actually what she had already possessed from the very beginning.

But... she can't go back.

In the end, she still fulfilled her vow.

she thinks.

If there is an afterlife...

She will never be so stupid again. She will live for someone who is worth it, and live for herself...

Never again.

Don't love him anymore...

The slender wrists hung down on the snow.

Snow, bigger.