He was grateful to Lu Ziyuan for saving his sister, sparing her from a disaster.
He truly believed that his sister, as Lu Ziyuan said, had been saved by him, and thus lowered her guard and accepted him again.
But not long after, the news of Xie Wanqing's death reached the Capital City.
It truly struck the Xie family like a bolt from the blue.
For nearly a year, the sky over the Marquis Xuanping Mansion remained gloomy.
Xie YanYu coughed softly.
It was only then that Xie Wanqing noticed her brother's pale face and couldn't help but worry, "Brother, are you ill?"
"Yes," finally unable to resist, Xie YanYu pinched her cheek lightly and said casually, "The sister I've protected since childhood met with trouble, and I became ill from grief."
"..." Xie Wanqing was silent, tugging at his sleeve, "It's my fault."
As she spoke, her eyes began to redden again, "It's all my fault. I'm unfilial."
