Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 535 Dust to dust, ashes to ashes; past grievances are all gone.

Zhuang Wu'an's eyes were like poisoned nails, staring intently at Bai Yue, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"You say the Queen Bee is a servant of your ancestor? What proof do you have for such a baseless lie?"

Just as Bai Yue was about to bring up the same excuse she had used to fool Elder Miao, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhuang Wu'an's hand, which was hanging in his sleeve, and his knuckles twitched almost imperceptibly!

"careful!"

Bai Yue, noticing Zhuang Wu'an's subtle movements, immediately exclaimed in surprise!

But the other party had already made a move. A dark beehive flew out from her sleeve and headed straight for Ming Jingxing's face!

The beehive exploded in mid-air with a "bang," and a large swarm of dark red poisonous bees poured out.

"Little tricks!"

Ming Jingxing reacted extremely quickly, instantly channeling his inner energy into his longsword. The sword danced like a silver wheel, creating an impenetrable barrier of energy that temporarily kept the swarm of bees at bay.

But just as everyone's attention was drawn to the swarm of bees, Zhuang Wu'an suddenly found himself holding a dagger gleaming with a cold, dark blue light.

Her target wasn't Ming Jingxing, but Shen Xingmian, who was standing next to Zhuang Xiaoye with an ugly expression!

"Xingmian!"

Ming Jingxing caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his mind was shaken. The air barrier in front of him froze for a moment, and several poisonous bees took the opportunity to break through the gap and rush straight to his cheek.

"Grandpa Ming, be careful!"

In a flash, Bai Yue threw the jade jar filled with royal jelly at the swarm of bees!

After the jade jar shattered, a rich, sweet fragrance wafted out in all directions.

The poisonous bees that had been fiercely attacking Ming Jingxing immediately changed direction upon smelling the honey, frantically rushing towards the spilled honey and no longer caring about attacking.

On the other side, when Ming Jingxing saw Zhuang Wu'an rushing towards Shen Xingmian with a dagger, he no longer cared about the poisonous bees. He moved like an arrow to block in front of Shen Xingmian, gathered powerful internal energy in his palm, and mercilessly struck Zhuang Wu'an's chest!

"Pfft—!"

Zhuang Wu'an's gaunt body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, the blood spurting from his mouth drawing a glaring red line in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Brother Ming, no!"

Seeing that Mingxing was about to make a move, Shen Xingmian quickly grabbed his arm.

"Brother Ming! She wasn't pointing the knife at me with the tip! It was the hilt! She stabbed herself with the dagger!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gazes turned to Zhuang Wu'an, who was curled up on the ground.

The poisoned dagger was deeply embedded in her abdomen, and dark red blood gushed out from the blade, quickly soaking through her dark purple robes and forming a small puddle on the ground.

It turns out that her final "attack" was actually a self-destruction plan that had been premeditated!

"Aunt Wu An!"

Seeing that foul-smelling black blood was continuously gushing from Zhuang Wu'an's mouth, Zhuang Xiaoye rushed over.

When he realized that he couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what he did, he suddenly turned to look at Bai Yue, his voice filled with desperate pleading.

"Young master! You are all-powerful, please save her! Save Aunt Wu'an!"

"good!"""

Upon hearing this, Bai Yue was about to step forward to check when Zhuang Wu'an raised his hand with difficulty and waved it weakly.

"No... no need... to save me..."

Her eyes were beginning to glaze over, yet they held an undeniable resolve.

With each word she uttered, more black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her voice becoming so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

“I… have fulfilled… my brother’s request…”

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd, looking towards the distant past, as she murmured intermittently.

“My brother told me… to guard this place… to wait for the descendants of the Zhuang family… I’ve waited… for his granddaughter… I can… go see him now…”

With her last ounce of strength, she broke free from Zhuang Xiaoye's attempt to help her up, and like a moth drawn to a flame, crawled toward Zhuang Wuzheng's corpse. The rough stone slabs chafed her hands and knees, leaving bloody marks, but she seemed oblivious to the pain. Finally, she stopped in Zhuang Wuzheng's cold, stiff embrace, slowly curling up inside him.

Her breath grew weaker and weaker, but her eyes suddenly brightened, as if she had seen some beautiful illusion. Her voice was as soft as a sigh. "Brother... you named me... Wu'an... because you wanted me to live in the light... so I wouldn't suffer in the darkness anymore..."

Two streams of murky tears mixed with black blood slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Zhuang Wuzheng's clothes.

"But you don't know... You were my light... Ever since you left... I... I've been living in darkness forever..."

Zhuang Wu'an's voice gradually faded until it was no longer audible.

She leaned against Zhuang Wuzheng's cold chest, like a child who had finally found her home, and slowly closed her eyes.

This old woman, whose entire life was trapped in shadows and hatred, and who held only a pure obsession with Zhuang Wuzheng, ultimately ended her tragic life in such a devastating way.

The cave was so quiet you could hear the rise and fall of your breath. The figures of Zhuang Wuzheng and Zhuang Wu'an, who died in each other's arms, exuded an eerie solemnity under the fluorescent stone.

Recalling Zhuang Wu'an's last words, which sounded like both a curse and a release, everyone felt a deep, indescribable sorrow, and even the air seemed to grow heavier.

Shen Xingmian's shoulders were already trembling from crying, for this lifelong obsession that was out of sync with her, for this twisted yet profound attachment.

Ming Jingxing silently pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back with his large hands, using a silent embrace to shield her from the biting sorrow.

Zhuang Xiaoye knelt on one knee, his head bowed low, his shoulders trembling. Luosha quickly stepped forward, gently embraced him, and soothed him with her hands along his back. She didn't say a word, but conveyed support through her actions.

The fluorescent stone's glow remained soft, yet it couldn't dispel the heaviness in the air. It reflected the figures of those bound together in life and death, and also the complex emotions in the eyes of the living.

The grudges and feuds of generations in Hero Village seemed to have finally come to a tragic end with the passing of Zhuang Wu'an.

Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi stood guard on either side of Bai Yue, their eyes fixed on her.

Seeing her standing quietly with little emotion on her face, their hearts tightened even more.

They knew their mistress too well; she was loyal and devoted, and her current calmness might be a result of suppressing her emotions.

The two of them leaned forward simultaneously, their arms slightly outstretched, ready to embrace her slender figure and let her tears fall onto their clothes, even if she showed the slightest sign of vulnerability.

But Bai Yue slowly raised her eyes, her gaze first sweeping over Zhuang Wuzheng and Zhuang Wu'an, who were embracing each other, and then over the remains of Helan Xue and Zhuang Wuqiu's corpses not far away.

She gently shook her head, her voice so calm it betrayed no emotion, yet carrying a sense of relief that everything had settled.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, let bygones be bygones, let us... let our ancestors rest in peace."