Cang Lan Dao - Chapter 3.2

Chapter 3.2
Use Your Head To Celebrate My Wedding

“Miss,” Jiang Shaoyan hurriedly held her arm.

Luo Wanqing looked back at him and saw the youth pretending to be calm, “It’s true.”

The fan hid half of Luo Wanqing’s face. She cocked her head and laughed, “What’s true?”

Jiang Shaoyan didn’t dare to look at her, and he said while glancing sideways. “One can’t even take a bite of osmanthus cake from someone else.”

As soon as she heard this, Luo Wanqing couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Who wouldn’t like such nice words? So she went along with him. In the past, she had always felt that this was because Jiang Shaoyan loved her, but now she slowly reacted. Is this love? If he loved her, could he stand by and watch her come to this point and do nothing? She was probably nothing more than his object, so she had to be closely guarded and live by his will.

“Did it never occur to you to let me live?” Luo Wanqing thought about those details and muttered out.

Jiang Shaoyan pondered and said softly, “Miss, don’t ask, that’s all.”

“No,” Luo Wanqing hurriedly retracted her somewhat forceful tone. She begged the opposite person and said urgently, “Brother Shaoyan, we still have room to talk. What exactly do you want? Tell me. We have a better way. You can’t do it cleanly. Why leave yourself with such a big risk? What if someone targets you in the future and uses the Luo family as a knife?”

“Miss.” Jiang Shaoyan listened and raised his eyes. He thought for a moment, stood up, and walked over to her, lowering his eyes to look at her.

The woman before him tilted her head sharply, revealing her clear and stunningly beautiful features. She was born this beautiful. So beautiful that the moment she looked up with tears in her eyes, his mind almost shook. His complexion was austere, gazing into her eyes and said solemnly, “Miss and I, there is no turning back.”

“How could it be?” Luo Wanqing forced a smile, pinched the armchair, and restrained the urge to kill this person. She didn’t want to let go of any opportunity for negotiation, “Now that the verdict is undecided, you and I ……”

“Your father is dead.” Jiang Shaoyan interrupted her. Luo Wanqing stiffened. Jiang Shaoyan’s gaze trembled lightly but quickly stopped. He seemed to want to break something thoroughly. He described calmly, “Last night, I gave him a piece of ceramic. He used that to stab into this place-” Jiang Shaoyan said, raising his hand to touch the side of her neck, then slowly scratching it with his fingertip nails, “Then little by little, he cut through, so much blood gushed out. He was in pain, so he ……”

“Don’t say it!”

Luo Wanqing hissed out as she squeezed her dagger tightly and gasped as she looked up at him. She knew that her father died in prison. In her dream, she and her family heard the news on the first day of their exile.
But she didn’t know that he had killed himself last night, much less that the piece of ceramic he used to kill himself with was given to him by Jiang Shaoyan.

She had always thought that he had died because of the torture or because of the bitter cold of the prison. She never thought it was because of Jiang Shaoyan. He killed her father. There was no way he would leave them behind. Cut off the roots. That was Jiang Shaoyan’s style of doing things. They didn’t have any possibility to make peace, and he didn’t want that possibility either.

“Why?!” Realizing that a forced smile wouldn’t get her anywhere, she gave up instantly. She grabbed Jiang Shaoyan’s collar and yanked him in front of her as she frantically chased him, “Why? Why did you have to go to such an extent? Did my father ill-treat you? Am I ashamed of you? What does my Luo family owe you that you must go to this extent?!”

Jiang Shaoyan didn’t say anything. They were close, and their breaths entwined together. Jiang Shaoyan stared at her as if he tried to carve down her appearance. He seemed to have a lot of things that he wanted to say, but he suppressed them. After a long time, he only smiled.
“I remember. Miss once said that Shaoyan is the most important person in Miss’s heart.”

His tone was gentle, and Luo Wanqing stared doubtfully. Jiang Shaoyan raised his hand, gently holding her palms that were tearing his clothes. He was not strong, but with an irresistible force, he pulled her hands down bit by bit.

He gazed at her as if he was speaking to her, but also as if he was talking to himself. “I don’t ask for much. Whether love or hate, I only want to be the most important person in Miss’s heart. The road to Lingnan is very long.” He pulled her hands from his clothes and held them in his hands. He finally had a few waves in his tone, “Miss must remember me.”

“No matter love or hate,” he looked into her eyes and urged her, “Remember me well and wait for me.” After saying that, Jiang Shaoyan let go of her. He straightened up and seemed unable to hold back, turning to leave.

Luo Wanqing sat in place. His words filled her mind. Wait for him. In Lingnan, she waited days and nights for ten years. Whether it was the news of his death or his person, the Luo Wanqing in the dream, had waited for him her whole life.

Now, he still wants her to wait for him?
Dream on!
Dream on!

Anger and resentment overcame her reasoning. She listened to Jiang Shaoyan turn around and heard him call for someone. When he stepped, she drew her dagger and lunged towards Jiang Shaoyan!

Jiang Shaoyan subconsciously wanted to turn back, but she noticed his movement. She opened her hands, pretending to embrace and hugged him from behind.

Jiang Shaoyan’s movements paused, and it was during this moment of hesitation that the blade of the knife disappeared into his abdomen.

Luo Wanqing subconsciously wanted to pull out the knife and stab again. But Jiang Shaoyan immediately reacted and hastily pressed it down. Blood flowed between their fingers. Jiang Shaoyan turned his back to her. His breath messed up for a while. Then, he was somewhat relieved. With a smile, he hoarsely said: “This is the first time Miss took the initiative to hug me.”

“Let me go!”

Luo Wanqing struggled with all her might, wanting to pull the blade out again, yet Jiang Shaoyan didn’t move. He lowered his eyes to look at the two’s blood-stained interlocked hands. They held the dagger together, deeply rooted in his abdomen.

“This is the dagger my master gave me. I used it when I killed someone for the first time.” Jiang Shaoyan’s tone was stable as he held her hand and pulled the dagger out bit by bit, gasping for breath as he admonished, “You hold it, and remember the feeling of killing. In the future, if anyone touches you, kill him like this.”

While saying that, he pulled out the dagger completely. Jiang Shaoyan held her wrist and flung her towards the ground, covering the wound and taking a step back against the small table.

She hit the ground hard and heard him call out in a low voice, “Jingzhe.”

At the sound of his voice, a teenager broke through the door like a cheetah, pinning her back to the ground as she was tumbling to her feet.

“Let go of me!” Luo Wanqing and the teenager tore at each other. The teenager’s hand seemed wight over a thousand pounds and did not budge.

Luo Wanqing was pressed to the ground by him. She could only keep cursing to vent her emotions, “Jiang Shaoyan, you will die a horrible death. You will die by a thousand cuts. Sooner or later, I will kill you! Kill you!”

Jiang Shaoyan ignored her words. He stood not far away, covering the wound, applying the medicine, and bandaging it. Then, he got up with the help of the attendant. He wore a fox fur cloak calmly. While dressing, he gave instructions, “Keep this dagger for her. No one is allowed to touch it. Take good care of her, and don’t let her die.”

“Miss,” He put on his cloak and turned around, standing still before her.

The lights of the prison became his background color, and he looked like the lord of this hell, like an unclimbable peak towering over her. She looked up at this seemingly undefeatable demon, watched his gaze illuminated by the lights, and heard him say goodbye, “I’ll see you in another life.”

With that, he turned away. The door to the room opened, and he coughed out his thanks as a crowd of people surrounded him. They cursed her for not knowing better and praised his generosity and kindness. There was talk of banishing her far away, making her suffer, and never seeing her again in her life.

She couldn’t let him go like that.
She was going to kill him!
Jiang Shaoyan!
Jiang Shaoyan!

She was lying on the ground, looking at the figure that was far away, and she violently erupted, actually breaking away from the jailer’s hands and taking the dagger towards Jiang Shaoyan.

“Hold her down!” Someone noticed her movements and a loud shout came from the periphery, and she felt someone rush over and pounce her to the ground.

She didn’t care. She was on the ground, crawling and trying to move forward.

“Quick! Stomp on her hands!” Many, many people rushed at her, and she couldn’t move.

“Jiang Shaoyan ……”

She was like being crushed by a mountain, and when she saw that he didn’t stop, she bellowed, “Didn’t you ask who that person was!”

Hearing this, the youth walking ahead gave a start.

“It’s Xie Heng!”

Luo Wanqing laughed. She felt like she was going crazy as she rose while smiling, “The one who told me the news, the one I like, is Xie Heng. I liked him back then in the Dongdu. I still like him today. You are just something I will settle for! You wait for me in Dongdu! When I return, I’ll use your head to celebrate my wedding!”

When these words came out, everyone quieted down and felt that this always gentle youth’s temperament suddenly became cold.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Stay in Lingnan properly.” As he said this, he sidestepped his head amidst Luo Wanqing’s loud laughter.

The dim lamplight outlined his cold lines, very different from his usual gentle temperament. “If you dare to come,” His complexion was stern and carried a superior tone. He solemnly said, “I will kill you.”

Author’s Note: [mini theater}
Xie Heng: “I’m working a case, and the pot falls from the sky. Wait – wife’s pot? I’ll take it.”