Was it you that night?-Chapter 77 - 75 Taking the Snow Bone Grass

Chapter 77: Chapter 75: Taking the Snow Bone Grass

Chapter 77 -75: Taking the Snow Bone Grass

Nan Sheng panicked, unable to feign illness any longer, and hurriedly rushed to the bridal chamber.

Shen Qinghe had not expected Yan Changsheng to come looking for her, and the two sat together in silence, feeling awkward.

It was Shen Qinghe who broke the silence, “I heard that you and Nan Sheng had a falling out, let me guess, she wants the Snow Bone Grass, right? In her heart, the Snow Bone Grass is more important than you.”

Yan Changsheng looked at Shen Qinghe, wanting to object, but he knew it was true.

“I thought you and Nan Sheng were in love with each other, and I was willing to give up the position of the Young City Lord’s Wife to make you happy. The two of you should be overjoyed, but it seems Nan Sheng doesn’t love you that much. If I were you, I would give me the Snow Bone Grass, and then you and Nan Sheng could live happily for the rest of your lives. Otherwise, one day Nan Sheng will leave you for the Snow Bone Grass.” Shen Qinghe made no effort to hide her interest in the Snow Bone Grass.

Yan Changsheng remained silent for a long while before finally murmuring, “If she really wants the Snow Bone Grass that badly, I will give it to her.”

Shen Qinghe was not at all surprised by Yan Changsheng’s answer.

She had long witnessed how much Yan Changsheng loved Nan Sheng, so she did not expect him to willingly give her the Snow Bone Grass. She would rather count on Dongfang Wuya to snatch the Snow Bone Grass than on Yan Changsheng.

She said with a sarcastic smile, “Your love for Nan Sheng moves heaven and earth, but it fails to move Nan Sheng’s heart.”

It was only then that Yan Changsheng suddenly remembered that the woman before him was his new bride, and they had grown up together like childhood sweethearts. His words indeed had been improper.

“Qinghe, I’m sorry, I can’t help but love Shengsheng, whatever she wants, I will give her…”

Before Yan Changsheng could finish speaking, Nan Sheng burst in, angrily demanding, “Brother Changsheng, are you really going to give the Snow Bone Grass to this woman?!”

Her accusation left Yan Changsheng’s face a mix of green and white.

He caught Shen Qinghe’s eyes, filled with scornful laughter, and in a fit of anger and embarrassment, he grabbed Nan Sheng and dragged her out of the bridal chamber.

Shen Qinghe counted the days; in half a month, the Snow Bone Grass would bloom, and she hoped Dongfang Wuya could successfully acquire it.

Day after day passed, and Yan Changsheng and Nan Sheng argued daily, with the source of their quarrels, of course, being the Snow Bone Grass.

Nan Sheng thought Yan Changsheng wanted to give the Snow Bone Grass to Shen Qinghe, while Yan Changsheng found that Nan Sheng’s love for him paled in comparison to her love for the Snow Bone Grass.

For the sake of the Snow Bone Grass, Nan Sheng behaved like a shrew every day, just to get a verbal promise from him.

Little did she know that he had long decided to give her the Snow Bone Grass, and the only reason he had not announced it was that he wanted to know if there was still a place for him in her heart.

But as day after day went by, the disappointment piling up in his heart grew, and he even felt that if he really gave the Snow Bone Grass to Shen Qinghe, Nan Sheng would tear him apart with her own hands.

Because of a single Snow Bone Grass, lovers nearly became enemies, and the person he cherished changed beyond recognition, something Yan Changsheng had never anticipated.

The next day was the day the Snow Bone Grass was to bloom. Come evening, Nan Sheng took the initiative to come to him and threw herself into his arms, “Brother Changsheng, I’ve been unreasonable lately, I shouldn’t have been angry with you.”

Yan Changsheng’s heart softened, “I am also at fault; I should have talked it out with you.”

“I’ve thought it over, and whoever you want to give the Snow Bone Grass to, then do it. Although I selfishly hope the Snow Bone Grass will stay with Brother Changsheng, if you want to give it to Qinghe, then I will respect your wishes,” Nan Sheng flirted with Yan Changsheng subtly, “I just hope to be with Brother Changsheng for a lifetime, just the two of us.”

Yan Changsheng, upon hearing this, felt his heart surge with emotion and hugged Nan Sheng tightly.

The next day, when Yan Changsheng awoke, Nan Sheng was nowhere to be found on the bed.

Only after asking did he learn that Nan Sheng had left the Side Courtyard; without giving it much thought, he went to look for her.

Upon learning that Nan Sheng had gone to his and Shen Qinghe’s wedding Side Courtyard, his brow suddenly twitched.

As it turned out, his anxiety was well-founded; he had only just arrived at the entrance to the Side Courtyard when he saw Nan Sheng lying in a pool of blood.

His courage shattered, his voice trembling, “Shengsheng, are you alright?”

Pale-faced, Nan Sheng said in a hoarse voice, “Brother Changsheng, don’t blame Sister Qinghe, it’s—it’s my fault for coming to find Sister Qinghe…”

“Was it Qinghe who stabbed you?!” Yan Changsheng raged uncontrollably.

“Sister Qinghe really didn’t do it on purpose, Brother Changsheng…”

Shen Qinghe had just risen; she had only finished washing up when she saw Yan Changsheng burst in angrily, confronting her, “Why did you stab Shengsheng? If you have a grievance, take it out on me, why hurt her?!”

Shen Qinghe raised an eyebrow lightly, “I haven’t seen her this morning, how could I harm her?”

But she knew that Yan Changsheng would never believe her words; after all, the person he trusted was Nan Sheng. If nothing had gone awry, this was a play directed and acted by Nan Sheng herself.

“You still dare to argue?!” In his extreme fury, Yan Changsheng thrust his sword toward Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe now possessed the enlightened Wuya Sword and was not afraid of Yan Changsheng.

“If I were to strike Nan Sheng, I would have struck her vital points with one sword!”

Nan Sheng’s use of self-harm to turn her against Yan Changsheng had indeed achieved its purpose. Today was the day the Snow Bone Grass bloomed, and with this play staged, Yan Changsheng would certainly not give her the Snow Bone Grass, and might even give it to the badly injured Nan Sheng.

As always, Nan Sheng’s calculations were admirable, a scheme that achieved two goals with one action; even Shen Qinghe had to admire it.

Fortunately, she had never expected Yan Changsheng to choose her over Nan Sheng. If nothing unexpected had happened, Dongfang Wuya would have obtained the Snow Bone Grass by now, wouldn’t he?

No matter how Nan Sheng schemed, the Snow Bone Grass would be hers.

Of course, Yan Changsheng didn’t believe Shen Qinghe’s words, but he was secretly shocked when he faced off against her.

Shen Qinghe was actually able to defend herself properly against his attacks, and for a moment, he found himself at a loss to deal with her.

After over a hundred moves in their confrontation, Dongfang Wuya suddenly appeared out of thin air. He transformed into a streak of sword light, stabbing Yan Changsheng and creating a bloody hole before tossing him out of the Side Courtyard.

Having rid himself of the troublesome presence, Dongfang Wuya immediately wrapped his arms around Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe was only concerned with the Snow Bone Grass and it took some effort to push the man away and ask, “Did you get the Snow Bone Grass?”

“I did, but you haven’t fulfilled your promise yet,” Dongfang Wuya said, dissatisfied with Shen Qinghe pushing him away.

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Shen Qinghe’s eyes lit up, “You really got the Snow Bone Grass? Let me see it.”

This time, Dongfang Wuya didn’t play any tricks and promptly took out the Snow Bone Grass.

Shen Qinghe looked at the Immortal Herb, transparent like ice and snow, palm-sized, finger-length, leafless, with only bare branches from which blossomed a crystal-clear flower. Upon closer inspection, one could see the transparent veins in it, like snowflakes continuously falling within. It was truly magical.

Merely looking at it, one could feel its supremely pure Spiritual Energy.

“It’s beautiful,” Shen Qinghe couldn’t help but reach out, irresistibly drawn to touch the Snow Bone Grass.

This was the legendary Snow Bone Grass featured in the books, which Nan Sheng had consumed to advance her Cultivation Base by leaps and bounds. Nan Sheng’s ascension to becoming a leading female Sword Cultivator was largely attributed to this very herb.

And now, it was right before her. How could she not be excited?