But the results told her that it was all true.
If only she could stay unaware of the truth her entire life, she could still hold onto illusions and deceive herself forever.
But heaven did not grant her wishes, for it turned out that the person who repeatedly proclaimed his love for her was actually the son of the man who killed her father!
And she had borne him two children!
Thinking of this, her stomach churned violently!
She had fallen into this fate all because of his father's actions!
Everything was a cursed destiny!
Good begets good, evil begets evil, but why hadn't evildoers faced even a little bit of retribution?
Why did she have to end up so wretched! Just because their family was kind and righteous?
If kindness and righteousness end in such a fate, what justice remains in this world!
The blow was like being struck by thunder, leaving her completely awake! Why was heaven treating her this way!
She wanted to personally ask Wang Yiqian if he knew the truth and thus sought to humiliate her this way.
But before she could ask him personally, she was murdered by Wang Xicai!
As Du Yan lay dying, she desperately glared at Wang Xicai and questioned him: "Foster father! When you killed my father back then, did you ever feel the slightest remorse?"
Wang Xicai glanced at her coldly, mocking her: "A brothel woman, something so disgraceful! How dare you think you're worthy of being with Qian Er! You're not worthy at all!"
Du Yan let out a despairing, maniacal laugh!
She ended up this way all because of him! How dare he speak like that!
She cursed him viciously: "Even if I die, I'll turn into a fierce ghost, following you day and night, cursing you to die miserably! Cursing the Wang Family to go bankrupt and lose everything!"
She died, fed poison and then burned alive with a clear mind in raging flames, thinking it didn't matter if she died, but what wrong had her two children committed!
Just because she misjudged someone, should her children share the same fate?
Because the Du Family had bad luck in encountering Wang Xicai, should this be their fate?
She resents this! She hates the injustice of divine order! She hates the cruelty of fate!
She hates how evildoers don't face the retribution they deserve, while good people endure undeserved pain!
She hates herself even more for loving the son of her enemy!
Why!
Why does heaven will it so!
A powerful resentment grew stronger and more intense, until she eventually became a resentful spirit.
She knew she was already dead, otherwise her body wouldn't feel so light, unable to touch anything.
She wanted to find her two children, but they, pure and kind, had already gone to the Reincarnation Path.
She smiled faintly; being able to reincarnate was also good.
She wandered alone aimlessly in the Mortal World, unconsciously arriving at the Wang Family's doorstep, only to see a scene of red decorations, fireworks, and lively celebrations.
Listening to people discuss the Wang Family's eldest young master openly marrying his second wife, her heart was wrung with pain, yet no one knew this wife was actually supposed to be the third.
The real second wife should have been that Su Family woman, and she herself was supposed to be Wang Yiqian's first.
Just because she was a brothel woman, of lowly status, did that mean she deserved no legitimate status?
And even though she had just died not long ago, was Wang Yiqian so impatient to marry someone else?
He had clearly promised her that his heart would only ever be hers in this life, to love her, respect her, and grow old with her.
His vows back then! Were they all lies?
She laughed once more, a despairing, bitter laugh, realizing that everything was only ever her own wishful thinking; she had seen so many heartless men in the brothels and still foolishly hoped she would be different.
She was stupid, she was foolish!
Still as naive as ever!
Wang Yiqian sat stiffly in a chair, wearing his vibrant wedding clothes, thinking about Du Yan and their two children. They had just died, their bodies not yet cold, and here he was, about to break his vow and marry another.
Wang Xicai knelt, pleading with him: "Please save the Wang Family! Just consider it your father begging you!"
Wang Yiqian looked at Wang Xicai, who was pleading bitterly in front of him, teary-eyed: "Father, I cannot. Yan and the children are not yet cold in their graves, their killer hasn't been caught, and how can I marry another! I promised Yan I wouldn't marry anyone else! How can I break my word?"
Wang Xicai prostrated on the cold ground, weeping: "If you don't marry Miss Zhang, the Wang Family is finished! Just do it for your father's sake! For the sake of the Wang Family, won't you?"
"I cannot… How can I, if I do this, I'll be a faithless scoundrel! Father, you taught us righteousness since young, how can I act so?" Wang Yiqian angrily questioned.
"If you don't agree, I'll kill myself right in front of you!" With these words, he made as if he would dash to the wall, threatening with his death.
Seeing Wang Xicai in such a manner, as a son, how could he watch his father die? To temporarily ease the situation, he reluctantly agreed, knowing he was merely a pawn for Wang Xicai's gain.
On the wedding day, it was a clear day, the warm wind gentle, so warm yet on him it felt as cold as ice, without a hint of warmth.
Wang Yiqian sat in a chair, utterly desolate, waiting to fetch the bride, when a gust of cold wind blew over him, chilling his back and making him shiver.
Perhaps it was excessive longing, he inexplicably thought of Du Yan.
"Yan, is that you?" Wang Yiqian stood up, asking in a daze.
But even though Du Yan was standing right in front of him, he couldn't see her, and he cried, voicing his grievances: "Yan, I'm sorry! I once promised you that I'd love only you in this life, marry only you, but I broke my promise again and again. I know you must be angry, you must hate me! Actually, I told you that I had already decided from the moment I promised my father to marry, I promised you I wouldn't marry anyone else, and I will fulfill it!"
"What are you doing?" Listening to his words, Du Yan felt an ominous premonition rising in her heart. She stood in front of him, unease and worry in her eyes, asking him, but they were worlds apart, and Wang Yiqian with his mortal eyes could not see her at all.
The auspicious hour arrived, Wang Xicai, Mrs. Wang, and the entourage came bustling to fetch him, him wearing bright red wedding clothes, hopelessly pulling a gleaming dagger from his sleeve and pressing it to his fair neck.
He smiled mournfully: "Father, I'm sorry, no matter Yan's status, I only love her in this life!"
As he finished speaking, in the space of a breath, the icy sharp dagger in his hand slashed across his neck in an instant, and his bright red blood sprayed from his body, passing right through Du Yan's body, and she watched helplessly as he fell to the ground, using his death to write his final deep love.
Wang Xicai, Mrs. Wang, and everyone present paled in terror; they never expected Wang Yiqian to be such a deeply committed person! That he would go to his death to keep a promise to a brothel woman!