Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1571: Conscience Eaten by a Dog

Ye Xuan was momentarily speechless, exclaiming, "Witch, must you always be so biased? I'm human too, I can't always be on the side of righteousness."

Diana, her conviction unwavering, responded, "In my eyes, the Black Emperor isn't human; he is a god. Ever since you saved me, you have been the eternally righteous god in my life!"

Ye Xuan found himself at a loss for words, with only one thought directed at Diana.

'I'm beaten!'

Nevertheless, Ye Xuan had grown accustomed to Diana's absolute faith. This girl, much like many others in Purgatory, believed that whatever Ye Xuan did, whether right or wrong, was undeniably correct.

In truth, Ye Xuan didn't consider Wang Qianjun's actions to be entirely wrong.

As the head of the Wang Family, survival necessitated compliance with the Zhao and Holy Mansion families. In essence, the Wang Family, which appeared so illustrious to many, was merely a pawn in the hands of truly powerful players.

Now that Wang Qianjun found himself in such dire straits, those he once looked up to within the Zhao Family and the Holy Mansion offered not the slightest shred of assistance.

This old man had long been cast aside by them...

While Ye Xuan possessed the means to neutralize the poison within Wang Qianjun's body, at least granting him another decade of life, he had no intention of saving him.

The reason was simple: Ye Xuan understood that Wang Qianjun had, in essence, already died long ago.

His heart had perished.

...

The night stretched on, dotted with scattered stars. The winter in East Sea existed as a gentler season, akin to spring or autumn. Even in the depths of night, the breeze caressing one's face carried no biting chill.

Liu Ying reclined on a lounger on the balcony, her gaze lazily drifting across the sky, lost in thought as if revisiting cherished memories.

"What are you pondering?" Ye Xuan's voice suddenly broke the silence.

Liu Ying's senses abruptly snapped back to the present, finding Ye Xuan's tall, relaxed form now resting on another recliner beside her.

Shifting her gaze back to the heavens, Liu Ying let out a soft sigh, devoid of her usual charm. She murmured with a faint smile, "What else but memories of the past, things that are no longer here."

"Thinking of your parents?" Ye Xuan inquired with a light chuckle.

"Mm," Liu Ying replied with a gentle nod.

Ye Xuan fell into a thoughtful silence, wishing to offer comfort but uncertain of the right words.

He considered that Liu Ying's fate bore a certain resemblance to Lin Tong's.

Both had once enjoyed happy family lives, only to become ensnared in family strife.

Compared to Liu Ying, Lin Tong was somewhat fortunate. After her mother's passing, Lin Dongfang's sole focus was the succession of household power, seeking to marry her off to Song Shaopeng. Had Ye Xuan not intervened, she likely would have been wedded to a man she despised by now.

The most profound sorrow for a woman might be to marry someone she does not love.

"Ye Xuan..."

In the quietude, Liu Ying suddenly spoke, her eyes still fixed on the starry expanse.

Ye Xuan offered a smile and asked, "Yes?"

"Did we end up making wedding clothes for others?"

Liu Ying turned her head, her expression puzzled. "You went to great lengths to strike a blow against the Wang Family, only for Liu Qiankun to emerge as the biggest winner in the end."

"Looking at it now, perhaps that's the case."

Ye Xuan smiled, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He understood that the benefits reaped by the Liu Family were the very outcome Liu Ying least desired.

After a moment's reflection, Ye Xuan added, "However, this is merely superficial. No matter how they appear now, the Liu Family's good fortune is fleeting."

"Are you certain of that?" Liu Ying questioned, a touch of doubt in her voice.

"Absolutely certain," Ye Xuan affirmed with a smile. "Why? Do you not trust me?"

"If not you, then whom should I trust?" Liu Ying shook her head, a bitter smile gracing her lips. "I simply recall how powerful my father was, yet even he fell to Liu Qiankun's schemes. I am terribly afraid..."

Liu Ying did not complete her sentence, but her meaning was clear.

She feared that Ye Xuan might suffer a similar fate to her father.

Life was too short, and bearing such painful experiences a second time was not something Liu Ying wished for.

She hadn't dwelled on this much previously, but witnessing Liu Qiankun's ascendancy in this conflict brought these thoughts to the forefront, acknowledging that, at her core, she was still just a woman.

Setting aside all pretense, she was simply a woman deeply in love with Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan observed Liu Ying's melancholic and worried expression, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Your father was indeed formidable, but he was governed by his emotions. For such individuals, the most devastating blow comes from betrayal by friends and kin. Liu Qiankun bested him not through superior might, but because your father let his guard down around him. After all, in this vast world, instances of fratricide for power, both ancient and modern, are exceedingly rare."

"Perhaps so," Liu Ying sighed softly. Then, a new thought seemed to strike her. "Did you visit Wang Qianjun earlier today?"

"Mm." Ye Xuan offered no concealment: "He has merely three days remaining to live."

Liu Ying nodded her head, remarking, "He is indeed a man deserving of pity. In the twilight of the Wang Family’s existence, many who once fawned over him have now utterly abandoned him. They even go so far as to humiliate and curse him, assigning blame for the Wang Family’s ruin upon his shoulders."

"Beneath the veneer of glory, numerous scars lie hidden," Ye Xuan stated with a placid tone.

"What exactly did he confide in you?" Liu Ying inquired.

Ye Xuan responded, "A considerable amount."

Liu Ying pressed further, "For instance?"

After a brief period of silence, Ye Xuan turned his gaze towards Liu Ying. He narrowed his eyes, a playful glint appearing as he asked with a roguish smile, "Xiao Ying, has anyone ever informed you that a woman’s curiosity ought not to be excessively potent?"

"Be off with you!" Liu Ying hurled the pillow situated behind her at Ye Xuan, visibly annoyed. "This is hardly information that cannot be divulged. If you were to tell me, would I betray your confidence? Do we no longer possess even a modicum of basic trust between us?"

Liu Ying genuinely harbored a strong desire not to be left in the dark by Ye Xuan. She adamantly wished to avoid experiencing that particular feeling ever again.

Ye Xuan seemed to see right through her. He shrugged with a blatant lack of shame and declared, "I simply do not trust you. We are merely casual partners, and who divulges a plethora of secrets to such companions, pray tell?"

Liu Ying became incensed. "Ye Xuan, has a dog consumed your conscience? You…"

Amidst a barrage of her indignant complaints, Ye Xuan maintained his silence.

Ultimately, Liu Ying was compelled to relinquish her pursuit, ceasing her inquiries and resignedly falling silent. She resigned herself to letting Ye Xuan do as he pleased, even if it meant facing their ultimate demise together.

Within the prevailing atmosphere of chilliness.

Ye Xuan also directed his gaze upward towards the heavens, his eyes surveying the countless stars scattered across the night sky. He uttered a quiet murmur, "Just wait, it will be soon!"

Time advanced rapidly, and a week elapsed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qianjun breathed his last, passing away quietly and without fanfare within the confines of a secluded chamber.

In days gone by, Wang Qianjun had been a figure of legendary status throughout the Yan Country. Every action he undertook drew the attention of innumerable individuals. It was scarcely imaginable that his demise would occur in such a humble and silent fashion.

Not a soul paid heed, not a single person was aware, and not one individual saw him off on his final journey.

Even the solemn arrangement of his grave was undertaken by Ye Xuan, his former adversary in life and death. The solitary bouquet of white chrysanthemums adorning the grave was a testament to Ye Xuan’s solitary gesture.

The profound humility inherent in life, juxtaposed with the chilling indifference of the human heart, is a truly lamentable state of affairs.

Some individuals depart this world, yet their names echo through the ages; others pass away, only to be reviled throughout posterity. And indeed, a great many more vanish into oblivion shortly after their deaths, their existence fading forever into the vast river of history.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Wang Qianjun belongs among these forgotten souls.

Not only was his passing utterly ordinary and insignificant, but it also heralded the complete annihilation of the Wang Family, leaving hundreds of its members with absolutely no chance of survival.