66: Chapter 66 Sisterly Affection

On the ramparts of Yang City, the wind howled.

A slender silhouette slowly stepped onto the ramparts; it was a woman as cold as frost.

She was dressed in a simple, plain-colored robe, her sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind, as if a celestial being had descended into the world.

Her brows were like distant mountains, slender and slightly upturned, revealing a hint of imperceptible sorrow.

Her nose was straight, her lips like cherries—naturally crimson without rouge—but they were tightly pursed, betraying a sense of detachment.

The only flaw was this.

This unparalleled beauty was a one-armed woman.

The cold beauty's empty sleeve swayed gently in the wind, as if mirroring her heart—hollow and adrift.

Beneath the gloomy sky, Xie Xiyun gazed quietly at the empty ramparts as the cold wind whistled through, lifting her hair.

For some reason, an indescribable panic suddenly surged within her.

With great difficulty, she had relied on her own abilities to escape from the cage-like Four Kings Pavilion.

Yet, not long after, someone brought her tragic news.

Her father had already died on the ramparts of Yang City, and not even his remains had been preserved.

The atmosphere all around grew increasingly oppressive; it felt as if the very air had become heavy, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

Xie Xiyun murmured in a daze.

"Absolutely impossible. Father is the Marquis Wuan of Great Zhou. Who could kill him? Who would dare kill him?"

Having said this.

Xie Xiyun looked as if she had lost her soul, her feet feeling like lead as she slowly dragged herself toward the center of the ramparts.

Her beautiful eyes were already filled with sorrow.

The bond between father and daughter is deep.

Even if she refused to believe it, the sorrow in her heart still gushed out like a bursting flood.

It made her heart ache faintly, as if pricked by countless tiny needles, hurting so much she nearly suffocated.

Just as Xie Xiyun was at a loss, feeling dejected and heartbroken.

Qin Xiaogan's indifferent voice suddenly drifted into her ears like a gentle breeze.

"Tsk, you arrived quite quickly."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiyun quickly looked behind her.

She saw Qin Xiaogan dressed in a moon-white robe, his figure tall and straight, elegant like a piece of bamboo.

He walked toward Xie Xiyun with a composed gait, each step seemingly carrying a unique rhythm.

Beneath Qin Xiaogan's sword-like brows were a pair of narrow eyes, deep and bright, yet revealing an inscrutable indifference.

He lifted his chin slightly, a faint, indefinable smile playing on his lips, his entire being radiating an inherent, unique temperament, as if the clamor of the world could not touch him in the slightest.

Xie Xiyun stared fixedly at Qin Xiaogan's clear, dark pupils and asked.

"Did you do this?!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, he hooked his long, slender right finger gently.

In the blink of an eye, a miserable woman with broken legs appeared abruptly between the two of them.

Xie Xiyun looked closely, and her expression turned extremely ugly in an instant.

She hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Feng Tao tightly, saying anxiously, "What happened to your legs?"

"Feng Tao, what on earth happened?"

At this moment, Feng Tao opened her heavy eyelids with extreme weakness.

The moment she saw Xie Xiyun, she was involuntarily stunned.

Then, she said with a panicked expression, "Leave... cough, cough, leave quickly!"

Hearing this, Xie Xiyun's willow-leaf brows instantly shot up.

"Feng Tao, was it him?! Was it him who killed my father and hurt you like this?"

Xie Xiyun's expression became extremely gloomy, her beautiful eyes fixed firmly on Qin Xiaogan, as if they were about to spit fire.

Feng Tao struggled to pull her face—already ravaged beyond recognition—into a bitter smile.

Immediately after, she suddenly fell heavily to her knees and begged Qin Xiaogan bitterly.

"Qin... Emperor Qin, I beg you to spare her. Please, I can be your beast of burden, I am willing to do anything, I beg you."

Feng Tao knew that Qin Xiaogan was capable of doing anything.

Xiaomai was already dead, and she did not want Xie Xiyun to be killed by Qin Xiaogan as well.

Although she knew the hope was slim, there... was no other way.

Xie Xiyun's face was full of astonishment as she stared blankly at Feng Tao, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in disbelief.

"Feng Tao, what are you doing?"

Ignoring Xie Xiyun's cries, Feng Tao faced Qin Xiaogan and kowtowed repeatedly, slamming her head against the ground several times.

Her forehead, already covered in wounds, now gushed with a large amount of scarlet blood, a shocking sight.

Xie Xiyun reached out with her jade-like hand to hold Feng Tao tightly, her eyes filled with anxiety and confusion, as she couldn't help but shout, "What is wrong with you?!"

Feng Tao tried her best to break free from Xie Xiyun's grasp, then continued to kowtow to Qin Xiaogan recklessly.

"Stop kowtowing."

"I told you to stop kowtowing!"

Xie Xiyun's face seemed covered in a layer of frost, looking terrifyingly gloomy. Her willow-leaf brows were tightly knitted together as if tied in a dead knot, and her eyes flashed with anger and confusion.

At this moment, tears were already streaming down Feng Tao's originally pale face in intersecting tracks.

The tears, mixed with blood, slowly dripped down her cheeks, splashing onto the ground in heartbreaking "teardrop" patterns.

Qin Xiaogan watched the two sisters with their deep bond, his expression as cold as ice that hadn't melted in a thousand years, his eyes devoid of any ripples.

At this moment, Qin Xiaogan narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "What a touching scene."

His voice seemed to come from the netherworld, revealing endless coldness.

Hearing his words, Xie Xiyun turned her head abruptly, her eyes filled with rage, and shouted, "Qin Xiaogan, what on earth do you want?!"

Feng Tao also stopped kowtowing and looked up. With her face a mixture of tears and blood, she looked at Qin Xiaogan with pleading eyes and said with a trembling voice, "I beg you, I am willing to do anything."

Qin Xiaogan leisurely straightened his body, stretched lazily, and then said slowly.

"It's not impossible to let her go, but there is one condition."

Hearing this, a glimmer of pleasant surprise quickly flashed in the depths of Feng Tao's eyes.

She hurriedly asked repeatedly, "What is the condition?"

A smile, brilliant to the point of being dazzling, slowly appeared on Qin Xiaogan's face.

"Let her become a complete cripple, strip off all her clothes, and then let me hang her above the Imperial Gate of the Imperial Capital."

"You said..."

"How about it?"