Suo Qingjun Chapter 30

Frosty peony broken heart

The snow was falling tightly, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were carried by the cold wind and fluttered on the Xuanqing Sect’s palace, making a rustling sound.

In the sect master’s hall, the candles were flickering out, reflecting Qing Feng’an’s pale face.He sat in front of the case, holding the jade-carved peony in his fingertips. The jade was warm, but it was so hot that it hurt his fingertips. This was Jin Xianling’s most precious thing, and now it lay alone in his palm, like an abandoned heart.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and the cold wind filled with snow foam poured in. Elder Zhang led several elders and stood at the door with a solemn expression.

“Sect Master,” Elder Zhang’s voice broke the dead silence, “The greeting card from the Martial Arts Alliance has been sent. Three days later, all the sects will gather at the Xuanqing Sect to ask you to give an explanation – about Jin Xianling’s stealing of the Xuanqing Order and killing the elder Shou.”

Qing Feng’an’s fingertips tightened suddenly, and the edges of the jade-carved peony hurt his palms, causing blood to ooze out.He raised his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, but he suppressed the surging anger: “An explanation? What explanation?”

“Of course we have to hand over Jin Xianling,” an elder answered coldly, “He is now a public enemy in the martial arts world. Only by crushing him to ashes can we calm the anger of the various sects and preserve the reputation of Xuanqing Sect!”

“Shut up!” Qing Feng’an slammed the case and stood up, causing the teacup on the case to fall to the ground and break into pieces. “Xian Ling is not a traitor! This matter is clearly framed!”

“Framing?” Elder Zhang sneered, stepped forward, and threw a stack of paper on the case, “Sect Master, please take a look! This is a confession written by Jin Xianling in his ‘handwriting’, admitting that he stole the order to kill. Every word, the evidence is ironclad! Also, this was found from his room…”

Elder Zhang paused and threw out another token. The token was engraved with the emblem of the Xuanqing Sect, which was the missing Xuanqing Order!

Qing Feng’an’s pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the token.

He recognized that this was not the genuine product of Xuan Qingling!The texture of the authentic one is three points deeper than this one, and was carved by the ancestors of the clan.But these elders were clearly pretending to be confused.

“This is a forgery!” Qing Feng’an’s voice trembled, “I recognize Xian Ling’s handwriting, this was not written by him at all!”

“Sect Master!” Elder Zhang suddenly raised his voice, with a compelling tone, “Now, do you still want to protect the traitor? Elder Shou’s body is still in the forbidden area.

Several elders agreed one after another, speaking sincerely, and forcing him to bow his head every word.

Qing Feng’an looked at these familiar faces in front of her and felt as if her heart was frozen by ice and snow, hurting every inch.He knew that what these people wanted was never the truth, but Jin Xianling’s life and the loss of his prestige as the sect leader.

The snow outside the hall was getting heavier, and the wind whimpered, as if someone was sobbing softly.

Qing Fengan slowly let go of her hand, and the blood in her palm stained the jade-carved peony. It was so red that it looked like Jin Xianling’s favorite red peony.He looked at the forged Xuanqing Order and the pile of forged confessions, and a sweet taste surged in his throat, and he swallowed it back.

Behind him are the centuries-old foundation of the Xuanqing Sect and the lives of thousands of disciples.

In front of him, Jin Xianling protected him with his life, showing his thoroughness.

Qing Feng’an closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the scarlet color in her eyes had faded away, leaving only a dead coldness.

“Give me the order,” his voice was terrifyingly calm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with the smell of blood. “Three days later, at the martial arts competition, I will personally come forward and tell the world that Jin Xian’s crime is so heinous that heaven and earth will not tolerate it.”

Elder Zhang and others’ eyes flashed with pride, and they quickly raised their hands and said: “The sect leader is wise!”

Everyone retreated and the palace door was closed, blocking out the wind and snow outside.

Qing Feng’an couldn’t hold on any longer and fell down on the chair suddenly. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the confession in the case red.He clutched the jade-carved peony tightly, his knuckles turned white and his joints creaked.

The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, burying the remaining red on the mountain road, burying the traces under the cliff, and burying the hot softness named “Jin Xianling” in his heart.

He seemed to see the flamboyant young man standing among the peonies in the courtyard, smiling at him with crooked eyebrows: “Master, do you think this red peony plant looks like me?”

Like.

Very similar.

The same beauty, the same stubbornness, the same… made him feel distressed.

Qing Feng’an buried her face in her palms, and her suppressed sobs escaped from between her fingers and were swallowed up by the howling wind and snow.

Under the cliff, there was knee-deep snow.

Jin Xianling leaned against the cold stone wall, the wound on her chest split open, and blood stained half of the snow slope red.He heard the bells ringing from the top of the mountain, each one more dull than the last, and each one more desperate than the other.

He knew that Qing Fengan had compromised.

He should be happy, he protected his master.

But the area around his heart felt as if a piece of it had been gouged out. The pain made him curl up and tremble all over.

Jin Xianling slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips touched the placket of his chest. Hidden there was a dried peony petal, the one Qing Fengan pinned in his hair with his own hands.

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