Murong Xuan held her hand trying to escape and placed it on the table, openly and no longer avoided Murong An: "Ninth brother, Yan'er and I are in love. I know your character, and I know that you went to the battlefield for her and gave a lot, but feelings are not something that can be controlled by reason. Yan'er likes me, and I like her, please don't blame her. If you can't bless us, we understand. It's just that we don't want to let you continue to suffer with slim hope."

In Murong Xuan's eyes, sadness deepened little by little, and he looked directly at Rong Yanran: "You two are in love?"

"Yes." Rong Yanran gritted her teeth and replied.

"Are you going to get married?" A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Yes." Rong Yanran did not hesitate.

"You don't want me to always have that little pitiful hope in my heart?" Murong An's hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly. Is he really hopeless?

Rong Yanran looked at him, the charming and elegant style, and the beautiful trees were once in the wind. Until now, he, who loves white clothes, is still as independent as a fairy, but his eyes are stained with joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in the world. She nodded vigorously and crushed all his expectations, so that he would find another woman worthy of his care.

"You made me feel like a joke," Murong An crushed the teacup in his hand and said word by word, "You said you only love Luo Ziheng, and you must not marry him in this life. I don't want Brother Qi to force you to go to the battlefield for your happiness, but after you come back, this is indeed the ending." His face was filled with indescribable sorrow, and the guilt in Rong Yanran's heart surged overwhelmed.

Murong Xuan gently comforted her shoulders and said, "Ninth brother, Yan'er is very grateful for your efforts, and I remember it in my heart. Your efforts have not been in vain. How many people in Darong Chao can live and work in peace and contentment without having to endure the suffering of separation from their wives and children. Yan'er has also been happy. I will let her have a happy second half of her life. The only difference from what you thought was that she was a different person."

Murong Xuan looked at the pieces of the teacup pierced into his palm, and began to seep blood. He didn't feel any pain at all. He smiled bitterly: "As you said, if I had changed someone, if I knew that the person who made her happy could not be Luo Ziheng, or someone else, how could I go to the battlefield? I could be that person too." He raised his head and looked at him with a burning look, "And, the sixth lady of the Left Prime Minister you have been pursuing for many years. Yanran just has the same face as her. She is the prime minister's adopted daughter, not a person at all." Yes, when fighting in the distant frontier, he saved someone and learned a shocking secret.

Murong Xuan frowned. Many people had asked similar questions, including Yan'er himself, but he knew clearly that they were the same person and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Rong Yanran shouting: "Ah, blood!"

Only then did Murong An realize that his clenched fist was falling drop by drop on the tea table. Rong Yanran quickly arrived beside him. He ignored everything else for a moment, took open his palm and looked, gritted his teeth hatefully, ran out and asked the waiter for a pot of warm boiled water, washed it, picked out the glass residue, took out the handkerchief, and wrapped it carefully.

Seeing her serious appearance, Murong An thought to himself, Yanran, will I give up on you like this? Can you and him be happy forever?
Chapter completed!