200: Mo Yuhan's consolation

Mo Yuhan watched quietly, his eyes as still as an ancient well.

Xiao Yan’s performance was indeed astonishing; he could actually acquire the Skyfire Three Mysterious Change ahead of time.

With that ruthlessness and endless array of methods, it was no wonder he could become the Son of Destiny.

Miss Nalan’s defeat was not unjust.

His gaze fell upon Miss Nalan’s pale, stubborn profile, and he stirred slightly.

In the arena, Xiao Yan leaned on his xuan heavy ruler, struggling to straighten his body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Miss Nalan like burning torches, his voice hoarse but filled with an undeniable resolve: “Nalan Yanran… you lost! The Three-Year Agreement… I, Xiao Yan, have won!”

Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Miss Nalan’s heart fiercely.

Her delicate body trembled violently, her fingers digging deep into the hard stone ground, her knuckles white.

She lost… she really lost… In front of everyone, before the Yunlan Sect’s mountain gate, she was defeated by the man whose engagement she had once broken.

Intense humiliation, unwillingness, and a sense of defeat overwhelmed her like a tide, almost suffocating her.

Proud as she was, at this moment she only felt the world spinning, her vision blurring.

“According to the agreement…” Xiao Yan took a deep breath, enduring the severe pain and weakness in his body, and said clearly, word by word, “You, Nalan Yanran, owe my Xiao Family an apology!”

Apology!

These two words, like the sharpest daggers, pierced through Miss Nalan’s last line of proud defense.

She suddenly looked up, her pale face devoid of color, biting her lower lip so hard that it even bled.

In her amethyst-like eyes, tears could no longer be held back, rolling down like broken pearls, large drops falling.

She opened her mouth but could not make any sound.

The square fell silent once again, everyone looking at Miss Nalan, awaiting her response.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Just then, a figure appeared silently beside Miss Nalan.

It was Mo Yuhan.

He had left the VIP section at some unknown time, appearing in the arena like Gui Mei.

He did not look at Xiao Yan, nor did he look at the tens of thousands of astonished gazes around him.

He merely bent slightly and gently draped a wide black outer robe, still carrying his body temperature, over Miss Nalan’s shoulders, which were trembling slightly from pain and cold.

This simple gesture, carrying a silent protection and warmth, made the collapsing Miss Nalan tremble all over.

She raised her tear-filled eyes, looking blankly at the young man beside her, who had shone brightly at the Alchemist Convention but now appeared unusually calm and gentle.

Mo Yuhan’s gaze calmly met Xiao Yan’s eyes, which held a victor’s scrutiny and coldness.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered Xiao Yan’s ears and spread throughout the entire arena:

“Xiao Yan, victory is victory, defeat is defeat.

Since the agreement is made, Miss Nalan will fulfill the apology later.

Her mind is agitated right now; can you allow her a moment to breathe?”

Xiao Yan looked at Mo Yuhan, his eyes complex.

This young man, who had utterly suppressed him at the Alchemist Convention and cooperated with his Xiao Family in Wutan City, was now standing up to defend his opponent.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: “Yes.”

He was not an unreasonable person; it was just that three years of humiliation needed to be resolved.

He had to give Mo Yuhan face.

Mo Yuhan then turned to Miss Nalan, his voice gentle, carrying a strange comforting power, like a trickling spring, flowing into her chaotic heart: “Miss Nalan, get up.

It’s just a competition; victory and defeat are common in warfare.

Why be so distressed?”

He extended his hand, not to help her up, but in an inviting gesture.

Miss Nalan looked at the distinct, clean, and slender hand before her, at his calm, deep eyes that seemed to encompass everything.

The grievances, pain, and unwillingness in her heart found an outlet, and tears flowed even more profusely.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally extended her cold, trembling hand, gently placing it on Mo Yuhan’s palm.

Mo Yuhan did not use force; he merely supported her, giving her strength.

Miss Nalan used his help to stand up, pulling the wide black robe tighter, as if drawing warmth and security from it.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone.

Mo Yuhan led her, under the gaze of countless eyes, slowly walking towards the VIP section.

His voice, low and clear, sounded in her ear, only for her to hear:

“There is nothing wrong with pursuing someone you like and abandoning an engagement you dislike.

Everyone has the right to choose their own path.”

Miss Nalan’s delicate body trembled, and she suddenly looked up, staring at Mo Yuhan’s profile in disbelief.

He… he actually agreed with her original motive for breaking the engagement?

This was completely beyond her expectation.

She had expected to hear condemnation, regret, or a lecture of “if only you had known, why did you do it then.”

Mo Yuhan’s gaze remained fixed straight ahead, his tone indifferent but carrying the vicissitudes of someone who understood the ways of the world: “The mistake was only in the method.

You were too young, too proud, and too direct.

Marriage is about forming a good relationship between two families, not creating enmity.

Breaking off an engagement publicly and tearing up the marriage contract was an unbearable humiliation for a family, especially for a young man who was at a low point at the time.

This was equivalent to completely trampling the Xiao Family’s and Xiao Yan’s dignity underfoot.”

Miss Nalan’s face grew even paler, her lips trembling as she tried to argue, but found herself speechless.

Mo Yuhan’s words were like a precise surgical knife, dissecting the painful point she had always been unwilling to delve into.

Yes, at that time, she only thought about breaking free from restraint, only about her own grievances and her family’s expectations.

How could she have considered what kind of pressure and criticism that fiancé, whom she had never met, and his family would endure?

“Do you know,”

Mo Yuhan’s voice deepened slightly, carrying a hint of coldness, “I have seen countless so-called ‘engagements’ where the woman, before even marrying in, would be overly critical of her husband’s family, making endless demands, wishing she could empty out all the family’s ancestral property.

Then, when the husband’s family fell on hard times, she would immediately turn ruthless, tear up the engagement, and even kick them when they were down, trampling their last bit of dignity.

Such behavior is truly heartless and unrighteous, something that infuriates both gods and men!”

He paused, his tone softening, carrying a comforting power: “But your original intention was not like that.

You simply did not want to accept a forced, loveless marriage; you just chose an overly drastic method that hurt both yourself and others.

This mistake can be remedied.

Today’s failure, today’s apology, is the price you pay for your choice.

Step over it, face it, and only then can you truly be free, only then can you truly see your path.”

These words were like a sudden enlightenment, instantly dispelling the gloom and confusion accumulated in Miss Nalan’s heart.

Yes, her mistake was in the method, not in her true intention.

Her breaking of the engagement was fundamentally different from those greedy and treacherous individuals.