TSWRLM -Chapter 273 Young Master Wei, Please Go Back

Xiao Qinghe really wanted to have a proper drink with Chun Xi, but thinking that Chun Xi was now pregnant and shouldn’t drink, she had to hold back.

She didn’t stay for dinner either. After talking with Chun Xi for a while, she left.

The carriage had barely gone two streets when it was blocked by the Wei family’s carriage. Wei Lingze appeared in front of her, his face pale as paper.

It was already dark, and the snow fell heavily. Without moonlight, only the dim yellow glow from the carriage lanterns illuminated the scene. Wei Lingze stood in the wind and snow, looking haggard, disheveled, and utterly pitiful.

“Qinghe… it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. Please… don’t leave me, okay?”

Wei Lingze spoke with difficulty, as if the bitter wind and snow had scratched his throat; his voice was hoarse and strained.

Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Qinghe was elevated, which made his posture seem even lower, full of pleading.

Xiao Qinghe remained calm, speaking evenly: “Young Master Wei, the matter of our divorce has already been finalized by both family elders. We no longer have any relation.”

Even saying “Young Master Wei” sounded formal and distant; the affection of more than ten years had vanished entirely.

Wei Lingze felt a sharp pain in his heart, but panic overwhelmed him. He hurriedly said, “That was my father and the elders’ decision, it has nothing to do with me. I never wanted to separate from you. Qinghe, I love you, and my feelings for you have never changed!”

His tone was firm, as if he wanted to raise three fingers to swear before heaven.

Xiao Qinghe didn’t respond to this. She stared at him for a moment and then asked, “Can you tell me—did you really lose your memory, or were you pretending?”

Her question caught Wei Lingze completely off guard. His pupils trembled, and he didn’t know how to answer.

He feared that if Xiao Qinghe discovered anything, his excuses would only make her colder. Worse, she might be testing him, and if he confessed without caution, the situation could become even worse.

Wei Lingze’s thoughts raced, but before he could formulate a perfect answer, Xiao Qinghe continued: “If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine. The snow is getting heavier. You should go back soon, Young Master Wei.”

“I… I really did lose my memory. But Mother told me everything I did wrong. It’s all my fault. You can vent at me, hit me, scold me—whatever you want.”

After speaking, Wei Lingze slapped himself twice.

He hit himself hard; the slaps were loud enough to make anyone wince.

Xiao Qinghe didn’t even frown. She spoke softly and gently: “Since fate made you forget the past, I won’t hold it in my heart either. You don’t need to punish yourself like this.”

Her tone was calm, her expression serene—not pretending not to care, but genuinely letting go, as light and breezy as the wind.

She looked very much like Chun Xi after leaving the Wei household.

Wei Lingze panicked even more.

He had originally thought that if he used amnesia as an excuse, as long as he could see Xiao Qinghe and speak to her, she would soften and return. But now, she said she would forget it all too.

She wouldn’t remember his wrongs, nor his good deeds—she would remove him entirely from her life.

How could that be allowed?

Wei Lingze couldn’t resist wanting to climb into the carriage. But just as he moved, a gust of wind struck his ear.

He sensed danger but didn’t dodge; he let the sword cut his neck.

Crimson blood dripped from the tip.

Quezhi gasped softly, and the driver was startled by the sudden appearance of Xiao Yecheng.

Although the divorce was finalized, wounding someone like this wasn’t exactly proper.

Wei Lingze didn’t pay attention to Xiao Yecheng at all. He stared fixedly at Xiao Qinghe, hoping to see even a trace of concern on her face. But her expression remained unchanged.

Her gaze was warm and gentle, as always, yet at this moment, it was extraordinarily cold and merciless.

“Young Master Wei, you should go. Otherwise, my brother really will kill you.”

She knew Xiao Yecheng would act, but she only advised him to leave.

In other words, if Wei Lingze insisted on staying, she wouldn’t stop her brother from killing him.

She no longer cared about his life or death.

This realization made Wei Lingze both heartbroken and furious, but facing Xiao Qinghe’s clear, cold gaze, he couldn’t speak another word.

Tonight he came begging her not to leave him—already humbled and pitiful. Further entanglement would only make him a joke.

Thinking this, Wei Lingze pushed Xiao Yecheng’s sword aside and took two steps back.

“Since you don’t want to see me, I won’t disturb your life anymore. But my feelings for you will never change in this lifetime.”

After Wei Lingze left, Xiao Yecheng sheathed his sword and prepared to leave. Xiao Qinghe called after him: “Brother.”

Xiao Yecheng immediately stopped and looked up.

In just a short time, a thin layer of snow had settled on his head. He looked cold overall, yet his eyes burned with a fiery intensity.

Xiao Qinghe slightly bent her eyes and smiled, her tone not cold and distant like with Wei Lingze: “Thank you these past few times for helping me. But I’ve already asked you to hire highly skilled guards for me. You don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

The light in Xiao Yecheng’s eyes dimmed instantly. He clenched his sword tightly, paused in silence, then said: “It is my honor to protect you, Miss.”

He didn’t dare hope for more—just wanted the chance to silently safeguard her.

Xiao Qinghe spoke softly: “You have the Wuyou Pavilion to manage. You must be busy. You shouldn’t waste your energy on me all the time.”

Xiao Yecheng wanted to say more, but Xiao Qinghe quickly continued: “It’s late. I should go back, and you should too.”

With that, she lowered the carriage curtain, cutting off the view.

Xiao Yecheng pressed his lips together, ultimately said nothing, and vanished into the night using lightness skills.

After returning home, Wei Lingze again developed a high fever. Within a few days, he lost a lot of weight, and Madam Yun grew worn out as well.

When Yun Wantang visited the Wei household and saw them like this, she was shocked.

“Ze’er has already suffered so much. Sister, you mustn’t collapse. Otherwise, Ze’er will truly have no support.”

Madam Yun nodded: “I won’t collapse. I just can’t bear to see Ze’er so listless and dispirited.”

Yun Wantang immediately said: “He’s been suspended from his post, and now divorced from Qinghe—it’s natural for him to be depressed. But there are other fine young ladies in the capital. I can arrange a match for Ze’er. With a new bride, he can move on.”

The fact that Yun Wantang could say this meant she already had someone in mind.

Madam Yun, however, found it strangely grating.

Wei Lingze had been injured and paralyzed; though the Xiao family had postponed the wedding, they hadn’t called it off for three years. Now, barely divorced, and Yun Wantang was already thinking of another marriage. What had happened to Ze’er and the Wei family?

Frowning, Madam Yun said: “The new year is almost here, and Ze’er is still sick. Let’s wait until it warms up after the holiday and his health improves before discussing such matters.”

“Sister, I only want what’s best for Ze’er…”

Madam Yun’s expression hardened: “I am Ze’er’s mother. Would I harm him?”

Madam Yun’s tone left no room for argument. Yun Wantang couldn’t continue and instead asked: “What about Cao Chun Xi, who caused Ze’er to fall so low? How do you plan to deal with her?”

She said “deal with,” as if Chun Xi were still a servant of the Wei family, subject to Madam Yun’s punishment.

Madam Yun’s patience wore thin. She raised her eyes to glare at Yun Wantang: “She is now the wife of a third-rank minister. What do you think I can do to her?”