Chapter 860: Chapter 599 The Grand Finale (Final Chapter)_2
The person before her was not the one in her heart—
"Let her go." Puyang Yi’s voice was muffled, as if something was caught in her throat, carrying a trace of a sob.
"You’ve kept her locked up for so long. Let her leave this damned place!"
She shouted.
With a trembling voice, she shouted her dissatisfaction at Wen Xingsu.
Wen Xingsu didn’t look at her. His eyes were fixed on Feng Yun’s face, calm as still water, as he squinted slightly.
"Yaoyao, you won’t get away. You know that."
Feng Yun said nothing.
Suddenly, Puyang Yi started laughing. Her laughter was sharp, almost eerie, as if her heart was being torn apart. The more she laughed, the more it hurt. The pain intensified the laughter.
"Wen Xingsu, you are so ridiculous. Why are you so ridiculous?"
In her laughter, no one noticed the struggle flickering in her eyes.
They only saw her suddenly tilt her chin up, a dagger—produced at some unknown moment—held tightly in her hand, the sharp tip pressing against her neck.
The blade was in her hand.
Her hand trembled faintly.
"Let her go!"
At last, Wen Xingsu turned to look at her. "Pingyuan, are you threatening me?"
"Wen Xingsu, I said let her go. Do you hear me? I don’t want this woman standing between us anymore... If you still regard me as your wife, you’ll make her leave!"
"Pingyuan." Wen Xingsu’s gaze locked onto the dagger in Puyang Yi’s hand as he slowly approached her. "Give me the knife..."
"Let her go!" Puyang Yi’s face went deathly white, her black hair adorned with gold hairpins trembling along with her shaking body. Her voice wavered violently, and her gaze fixed on Wen Xingsu bore a grief so utter it was almost hopeless.
"Don’t come any closer. Otherwise, I’ll kill myself right here."
Wen Xingsu froze, staring coldly at her. His voice was gentle. "Don’t make trouble. Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it when we’re home."
Home...
They didn’t even have a home.
Puyang Yi chuckled softly, tightening her grip on the knife.
Her neck was cut, and fresh blood began to trickle down.
But she didn’t care. Abruptly, she turned her head and screamed at Feng Yun.
"Get out of here! Take that horse and get far away... I never want to see you again, not in this life!"
Feng Yun glanced at her.
In those eyes were resolve, anger, grief, insanity...
As if all her emotions were being unleashed at once.
A fleeting opportunity! Noticing Wen Xingsu’s attention was drawn to the wound on Puyang Yi’s neck, Feng Yun swiftly stepped forward, grabbed the horse’s reins, mounted it, turned its head, and galloped down an unknown path ahead.
Wen Xingsu snapped out of his daze and was shocked.
"Stop her!"
A group of guards rushed forward.
Without sparing another glance at Puyang Yi, Wen Xingsu seized a horse, mounted it, and gave chase.
Puyang Yi shouted after him, "Come back! Wen Xingsu, if you don’t turn around, I will die here, I will die right in front of you..."
Wen Xingsu ignored her.
"Come back—"
Puyang Yi’s voice was filled with despair and resentment. She screamed with everything she had, trying to bring her husband back, but Wen Xingsu didn’t stop. The sound of hooves faded further and further into the distance, following the path Feng Yun had taken...
The dazzling sunset hung above the rooftop, so bright that Puyang Yi couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Tears streamed down her face as she watched the man’s departing figure.
"If I die, my mother will no longer trust you or support you. Whatever it is you want, you’ll never get it. Never..."
Wen Xingsu’s horse faltered for a brief moment.
In that fleeting instant, he seemed to have realized something...
Then, without looking back, he continued chasing after Feng Yun.
Puyang Yi laughed as she wept, tears streaming like mad.
If he hadn’t hesitated for that one moment, she might not have hurt so much.
But that brief hesitation brought her pain beyond measure.
He knew it all.
He knew what she would do, anticipated her death.
He knew the consequences, yet remained unyielding.
His ambitions, her life—both could be discarded.
For Feng Yun...
It was all worth abandoning.
"I’ll make you regret this... You will regret this..."
Just one more act of defiance.
After a lifetime of willfulness, the changes she made for him could now be undone. It wouldn’t matter...
She was still that reckless Lord of Pingyuan County who would rather shatter than yield, still that self-indulgent woman who wouldn’t allow anyone else peace if she couldn’t have any herself.
The dagger’s sharp tip pierced her neck without hesitation.
Blood spurted out in torrents, instantly soaking her clothes red.
But she could feel no pain; the agony in her heart had long surpassed physical pain.
Her heart hurt too much.
It hurt so much she could barely breathe.
The sun was setting fast. Why was it still so blinding...
Her vision blurred, and fleeting images flashed before her eyes. It was as if she saw her wretched life unfolding—everything she had given for this man like fragile bubbles, bursting into nothing...
