QWAPMP Chapter 112

Chapter 112: The Ending

Unexpectedly, Song Shan refused to go no matter what, and had already packed his bags, ready to leave Nanyang City. Now that they had lost their tofu shop, it was difficult for them to survive in Nanyang City.

“I’m not leaving. If you want to leave, go by yourself. My son and I will die in the city if we have to,” Mrs. Li said exasperatedly to her husband, holding her son.

Song Shan watched his son cling tightly to his mother, also crying and refusing to leave. He could only sigh and squat on the ground without speaking.

“If you don’t go find your second brother, then I will. No matter what, I’m his sister-in-law. I don’t believe he really doesn’t want anyone from his wife’s side of the family anymore.”

After Mrs. Li finished speaking, she rushed away with her son, as if afraid her husband would stop her if she walked too slowly.

The Yan family’s door wasn’t open to just anyone. Mrs. Li was not surprised to be refused entry. No matter how many good words she spoke or how she stated her identity, the gatekeeper servant still didn’t let them in.

“Please, young man, I’m really Brother Yi’s sister-in-law,” Mrs. Li said, holding her son’s hand, trying to push past several times but being blocked by the servant.

“Go away! Go away! If you keep making false claims, don’t blame me for being rude,” the gatekeeper servant said impatiently.

When the woman first said she was the master’s sister-in-law, he had already gone in to report once. Uncle Lin, the steward of Qingfeng Courtyard, glanced at him coolly and said, “Our master’s parents passed away when he was young. Where would he get family from?”

“But the woman said she was the master’s si…”

Before the servant finished speaking, he heard Uncle Lin’s tone change. “Oh? Just because he says something means it’s true?”

Hearing this, the servant repeatedly shook his head and retreated from the courtyard. He originally just wanted to send the woman away, but who knew she was determined to cling to the relationship.

Seeing that the woman was still making a fuss, the servant had to call two strong men to scare her away.

Inside Qingfeng Courtyard, as soon as the servant left, Uncle Lin entered the room to report. A gentle voice slowly came out, “If you encounter such things in the future, just have someone chase them away. There’s no need to report again.”

Mrs. Li didn’t see Song Yi and was still unwilling to give up after returning. After staking out the street where the Yan family lived for several days, she heard from two maidservants who went out to buy things that the Yan family masters would go to Qingyin Temple to burn incense tomorrow.

Early the next day, Mrs. Li came to Qingyin Temple. This time, she was accompanied by Mrs. Song Jr., Old Man Song, and Song Qing, who was critically ill.

Song Qing had begged Old Man Song to carry him up the mountain. No matter what, he wanted to see with his own eyes if Song Yi was truly living better than he was.

Old Man Song originally didn’t want to come, but seeing his young son kept begging him, he finally gritted his teeth and slowly carried him up the mountain, panting heavily himself.

Mrs. Song Jr. was also unwilling to give up. Like Mrs. Li, she hoped Song Yi would still acknowledge them.

The temple had strong incense, and many people came to pray for blessings. Hearing that the Yan family was going up the mountain today to pray and give thanks, the beggars in Nanyang City all went to the foot of the mountain by chance.

Three sticks of incense were placed in the incense burner, and a wisp of white smoke curled up. Song Yi kowtowed once, and when he looked up again, a large hand reached out to help him up.

Old Master Yan still remembered the events of more than ten years ago. He was very generous, donating a large sum of money to the temple, and then lamented, “It’s a pity I couldn’t see Taoist Master Kongwu today.”

Taoist Master Kongwu was the old Taoist priest Old Master Yan met more than ten years ago. Today, he found a young Taoist priest to inquire about Taoist Master Kongwu and learned that Taoist Master Kongwu was traveling outside and had not yet returned.

When descending the mountain, Aunt Liu had the servants and maidservants distribute the offerings to the beggars at the foot of the mountain. After the offerings were distributed, they descended the mountain.

Before the carriage reached the foot of the mountain, someone came out to intercept it. By the time the maidservants and servants reacted, it was already too late.

Aunt Liu frowned slightly, thinking they were beggars. “Yun Er, give them some silver.”

“Yes, Madam.” Yun Er was Aunt Liu’s personal maidservant and was just about to take out a purse to get some silver.

“Madam, we don’t want silver, we’re looking for Brother Yi, we are his family!” Mrs. Li shouted loudly, fearing no one would hear.

In the second carriage in the middle, Song Yi heard the sound and opened his eyes, a fleeting killing intent flashed through them, then he lowered his gaze indifferently. Yan Ye lifted the curtain, called a servant over, whispered a few words, and then sent him away.

“If you don’t want to acknowledge them, then don’t. Your only family will be me,” Yan Ye comforted him, putting an arm around Song Yi’s shoulder and letting him lean against him.

Old Master Yan had gotten up early today and was taking a nap in the carriage at the moment. He didn’t open his eyes when he heard the sound. He no longer interfered with his son’s affairs and respected his son’s way of handling things.

Seeing the servant from her son’s side come over, Aunt Liu told Yun Er to come back.

Mrs. Li wanted to continue shouting, but suddenly several burly men rushed out and covered her mouth with a cloth, threatening her in her ear, “Our young master said that if you dare to pester our master again, we will keep your whole family’s lives in Nanyang City, so you won’t be able to leave Nanyang City alive.”

Mrs. Li’s pupils constricted. Mrs. Song Jr., whose mouth wasn’t covered next to her, didn’t even dare to speak and quickly retreated to Old Man Song, who was in a corner.

Mrs. Li was momentarily stunned on the spot, and the carriage continued forward. Just as the second carriage was halfway past, the curtain was lifted by a slender finger, and a beautiful face unexpectedly appeared in Song Qing’s eyes.

Song Yi’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and his eyes were full of smugness.

Song Qing only felt extremely uncomfortable in his throat, and there was a faint taste of rust in his mouth. However, the next second, he saw a face he had yearned for appear beside Song Yi, talking to him intimately, and fingers stroking Song Yi’s hair.

“Don’t look anymore.” Old Man Song turned his face away uncomfortably, seeing Brother Qing pinching his fingers until they bled, blocking his view.

Song Qing’s eyes were bloodshot, and he swallowed hard. “Dad, do you deeply regret not treating Song Yi well?”

Old Man Song looked at him and didn’t speak.

Song Qing didn’t wait for his father’s answer and first spat out a mouthful of blood, then fainted.

Vaguely, he heard Mrs. Song Jr. cursing him as a debt collector, asking why he wasn’t dead yet.

After an unknown period of time, Song Qing heard the voice of an old man again.

“Madam, we meet again.”

“It’s you, Master Taoist. Didn’t you say my son had a destiny of wealth and prosperity? Then why have we fallen to this point?” Mrs. Song Jr. excitedly grabbed Taoist Master Kongwu’s sleeve and wouldn’t let go.

“This old Taoist did say something like that, but Madam, did you forget the old Taoist’s other words? Raise the two children with care, and do not favor one over the other.”

“I, I just want to know which of my sons has the destiny of wealth and prosperity,” Mrs. Song Jr. pressed.

Kongwu glanced at the listless young man and shook his head.

The reason he didn’t directly tell the woman which young man had the destiny of wealth and prosperity was that he was afraid the woman would favor one child and treat the other differently. That’s why he didn’t say it clearly and just told her to treat both children kindly and raise them well. Not to be biased.

Never expected…

Mrs. Song Jr. seemed to realize at this moment that the son with the destiny of wealth and prosperity that Kongwu spoke of was Song Yi. She frantically hit Song Qing, “It’s all your fault, you debt collector! It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, why would my Brother Yi not acknowledge me?”

As Mrs. Song Jr. cursed and hit, Mrs. Li mocked from the side, “If you had just listened to the Taoist Master back then, our whole family could have enjoyed blessings with the second brother.”

“Enough! Stop hitting him!” Old Man Song said angrily, his eyes red.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the fingers on his shoulder suddenly droop limply.

Old Man Song’s body trembled. As if sensing something, old tears streamed down his face. He no longer paid attention to Mrs. Song Jr. and Mrs. Li and descended the mountain alone, trembling.

Song Qing had a sneer on his lips even in death.

Old Man Song carried Song Qing back to the dilapidated temple. Seeing Song Shan, he said in an aged voice, “If you still recognize me as your father, help me bury your third brother, and then we’ll go home.”

Song Shan saw the young man on his father’s back, his eyes turning red. He went over and carried Song Qing, and the two of them left the dilapidated temple.

The next day, regardless of whether Mrs. Song Jr. and Mrs. Li were willing, the men of the Song family finally stood firm for once and left Nanyang City without looking back.

And Song Qing was buried by them on the barren mountain outside Nanyang City.

This time, Yan Ye personally saw a strand of gold thread leave Song Yi’s body, slowly transform into a red thread of emotion, and then merge back into his body.

In an instant, his feelings for this person surged into his mind like a tide.

“Yan Ye, if you don’t trust me, then let the feelings between us disappear.”

“My feelings for you have never been about a mission, but true liking.”

The familiar voice seemed to be complaining in his ear. Yan Ye tightened his grip on Song Yi’s hand. Only after confirming that his soul had entered the Book of Reincarnation did he reluctantly let go and immediately followed suit to leave.

The bell of the bookstore tinkled in the wind. A transparent shadow slowly solidified into a physical form. The next second, as if hiding from someone, he hid behind the last bookshelf in the bookstore.

Yan Ye returned to the bookstore and wasn’t in a hurry to find the person he was looking for. Instead, he first calmed his inner anger, a slight cold smile on his lips. It was this thing that helped Song Zigui extract his thread of emotion. Looking at a small ball of light in his hand, he ruthlessly crushed it.

The small ball of light turned into a white light, surging into Yan Ye’s forehead. A secret he had never discovered also appeared in his mind.

“Host, please seriously pursue the Male Lead.”

“Host, if the mission progress bar is still not full, then the mission will be declared a failure.”

“Host, you have been in this world for three years. Tomorrow is the last day.”

“Host, you still have 12 hours to pursue the Male Lead.”

Under the system’s urging, Song Zigui responded for the first time, “System, I want to use the mission reward from my last world in this world.”

“Okay, Host.”

“After I die, immediately help me extract Yan Ye’s thread of emotion.”

“Okay, Host. Mission time remaining: 11 hours.”

Reaching this point in the memory, Yan Ye understood that Song Zigui would die if the mission failed. However, even so, Song Zigui was just as he said: his feelings for him were never about a mission.

Because, pursuing is… Yan Ye’s fingers on the armrest tightened slightly. For the first time, he looked in a certain direction with a helpless gaze.

“Mission time remaining: 10 hours.”

“Mission time remaining: 8 hours.”

“Mission…”

Yan Ye wanted to stop this sound, but he knew that even if he did, it would be useless because it had already happened.

“Mission failed. Host failed to successfully pursue the Male Lead and killed the Male Lead.”

“Host Song Zigui, mission failed, about to be erased.”

“Host Song Zigui used previous world’s mission reward to extract Male Lead’s thread of emotion.”

“Thread of emotion extraction complete, about to leave the world.”

“Alert, Main System attacked by unknown object, sy… stem… link failed…”

As the electronic sound disappeared, a figure cautiously approached Yan Ye, their voice hoarse and carrying a hint of pleading, “Don’t, don’t be angry.”

Yan Ye was brought back from the electronic sounds by his voice, looking at him with a complex expression. “Why didn’t you tell me that the mission was to kill me?”

Song Zigui slowly squatted down, placing his hands on Yan Ye’s knees, looking up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with overflowing love for him. “This is an unsolvable situation.”

Yan Ye stared at him intensely.

Song Zigui pursed his lips, tightened his fingers, and slightly turned his head away from his gaze. “If you knew that I would be erased by the system if I didn’t complete the mission to kill you, what would you do?”

He paused for three seconds before lowering his head in annoyance and gently rubbing Yan Ye’s knee with his forehead. “So this is an unsolvable situation. I don’t want you to die, and I won’t let you die.” Song Zigui buried his head in Yan Ye’s lap and said in a muffled voice.

When he first arrived in An Qi, because he was a prince, he encountered an assassination attempt sent by other princes. Fortunately, he met Yan Ye and was saved by him.

At that time, the system hadn’t told him that Yan Ye was the Male Lead. And in order to survive, he used his persistent skills to keep Yan Ye by his side.

Afterwards, to avoid further assassination attempts, Song Zigui expressed his determination to the emperor that he had no great ambitions and was unwilling to compete for the throne with his brothers.

The emperor was disappointed in him, feeling he wasn’t living up to his potential. Later, when an enemy country attacked with witchcraft, Song Zigui recommended Yan Ye to the emperor, which appeased the emperor’s anger towards him.

At that time, although Song Zigui was a prince in the An Qi Kingdom, he was an object that court officials and other princes wanted to curry favor with, simply because the emperor valued the National Preceptor and even consulted the National Preceptor about the matter of appointing a crown prince. The only person who was on good terms with the National Preceptor was Song Zigui.

When the system told Song Zigui who the Male Lead was, Song Zigui was hiding behind a rock by the hot spring, peeking at the National Preceptor bathing. The electronic sound of the system prompt rang out, and Song Zigui fell into the hot spring, his eyes turning red. At that moment, he knew the mission was destined to fail.

Yan Ye’s voice carried a warning, his gaze slightly heavy. “There won’t be a next time. If you make your own decisions again, even if the thread of emotion returns, I can still extract it myself.”

“No, absolutely not,” Song Zigui repeatedly promised. As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled onto his lap.

Yan Ye’s fingers played with his long hair, his voice neither sad nor happy. “What about later?”

“What later?”

“After you died, how did you get into the Book of Reincarnation?”

Song Zigui blinked, lowered his head, and mumbled, “It’s because I couldn’t bear to leave you. It seemed like the system had a problem at the time, it tore my soul into pieces, and before it could completely erase me, it seemed to crash. And my soul had no container, so it could only enter those Books of Reincarnation of yours.” He never expected that he would be confused by the resentment inside and forget everything.

Each Book of Reincarnation is composed of regret and resentment. Yan Ye knew this, and thus knew why Song Zigui became the Wicked Male Supporting Character.

Fortunately, they forgot each other, yet they still couldn’t help but want to get closer to each other.

“In the future, no matter what happens, always discuss it with me first,” Yan Ye’s tone was a little gentler than before.

Song Zigui nodded in agreement, withdrew the hair that Yan Ye was holding in his hand, looked around curiously, and then said excitedly to Yan Ye, “This is the world I used to live in.”

Yan Ye rested his head on one hand, replied with an “Mm,” indicating for him to continue.

Seeing that he wanted to listen, Song Zigui also became interested and slowly began to talk about what happened before he transmigrated.

Until the wind chimes outside the main door sounded, Yan Ye lifted his eyebrows slightly and asked him gently, “Then do you still want to go and see the place where you used to live?”

“Yes, but I need you to accompany me.”

“I will always be with you from now on.”

The shop door was pushed open. It was empty inside. Song Wang glanced around. A head peeked out from behind him. Xie Annian held the Little Black Cat in one arm and tugged at Song Wang’s clothes with the other, asking curiously, “Isn’t the National Preceptor here?”

Song Wang raised his hand and patted his head, smiling playfully. “Maybe the love debt has come knocking.”