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A beautiful woman with phoenix eyes and heavens granted bearing was stroking her hair in her deep sleep. Slowly almost sweetly her delicate fingers leave the strings of hair, Qi Yan only feel the longing of the separation for a moment before she felt those thin fingers caressing her face; her close eyelids, her full lips, the scar on her face received special attention as a deep lukewarm sensation left behind beyond the repetitive sweet strokes on that part of her face, the woman's hand goes down on the side of the face until she reaches her neck.
The lovely grip turned vicious and Qi Yan felt the air leaving her lungs and her chest struggling in pain, it hurt over where once was the wolf tattoo that proved her the Prince of the Chengli Tribe, a burning reminder of her people and family that now were rotting underground.
Qi Yan's survival instinct, the one that is fed with hatred for the Nangong family and for the whole Wei Kingdom, makes her move as she digs the knife into the neck of the beauty with delicate hands around her neck.
The blood paints the bed sheets as Nangong Jingnu deliacted frame slams the floor, as a porcelain doll would shatter as it hits the ground. Nangong Jingnu was not moving as the blood kept pouring from the knife still bursting from her neck. It was crude and unrefined, for Nangong Jingnu; adored princess, beloved by her father and the whole Kingdom, kind hearted and always looking sweetly at Qi Yan with a bright smile on her perfect pearl white face, for her to bleed to death in such a distasteful way; on her own bedroom, from the hand of the one the princess have once worn red in red for while reciting marriage votes. It was the most beautiful sight Qi Yan has ever witnessed.
Of course, Nangong Jingnu have tried to murder her, everyone else in the palace was death by Qi Yan ‘s hand, Nangong Rang bleed for hours as Qi Yan gloated gleefully in his misery, while digging her finger on the perfectly cuts she had made around his neck, she wanted him to die slowly, she wanted him to look at her in the eyes as she dig her hand inside inside his neck, drenching her hands with his blood. She wanted him to know that it had been the Prince of the Chengli tribe, the one that had killed all his bastard sons and daughters, and now she was going to kill his precious Nangong Jingnu.
Her precious Nangong Jingnu.
She even murder Chuntao and Qiuju as they tried to stop Qi yan from entering the room of their princess. And when Nangong Jingnu was in front of her begging for an explanation. Why? Why hasn't Qi Yan murdered her in the instant? Why? Why has she?
Your Highness, this subject is really tired at the moment. Could you please hold his subject just for a moment?
She had asked for that and now Nangong Jingnu was dead.
Now the whole Wei Kingdom would burn.
Even with the hands gone, a strange sensation remains in Qi Yan's neck. Oh Nangong Jingnu must have done this to her, as her last will she is still burning inside Qi Yan.
Like ants walking inside her inside, a fire extending to all her body, scorching her from the inside, melting her organs, filling her lungs with smoke. She could not escape. Qi Yan scrapes her own neck, digging the nails until it bleeds. There is a gash on the neck, just like the hole she put on Nangong Jingnu's perfect neck. Oh How much does Qi Yan yearn to kiss her dead wife's neck, smooch her lips with her blood.
The flame that Nangong Jinghu cursed inside her is too mighty. Strong enough to raze Qi Yan until not even her bones remain. And when it was done with her the flame would expand itself, annihilating the Wei Kingdom and the Grass Plains from this cursed world. Oh what would be more fitting for Nangong Jingnu? If she were to die surely the rest of the world would stop existing as well.
Now that both kingdoms were doomed to burn with her. Qi Yan wondered. Many generations later when all people in either the Wei Kingdom or Glass Plains new people found these barren and burned lands and decided to make it their new home. Would anyone remember Nangong Jingnu? Would even after centuries a portrait of her remain?
When Qi Yan burned the Weiyang Palace, the last portrait of Nangong Jingnu's late mother was reduced to ashes. The tears Nangong Jingnu has shed in her arms because of that, ignorant that Qi Yan has been the one to cause her all that suffering. Qi Yan hoped the same fate for all material objects that showed Nangong Jingnu likeness. She hopes that every portrait, written text, every mention of her name in the annals of history will be burned and destroyed by the fire that was killing her from the inside. As it extends and destroys every castle, every house, every breathing being standing in this cursed land.
She did not want Nangong Jingnu to belong to anyone else, even in death. Qi Yan would be the last person in the whole history of the world to know who she was, to feel her, to see her. And then maybe in their next reincarnation they would meet again and Qi Yan would ask to be held once again, with no hidden knives in the middle.
Qi Yan let out a shriek of pain. Nangong Jingnu's cursed flame expanded from her neck and touched her weak heart. Setting it ablaze.
Qi Yan smiled through her pain. How warm being loved was.
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“Qi Yan” , a sweet voice forced her to open her eyes, Qi Yan found herself in her bedroom in the royal castle. No flames to be seen. Nangong Jingnu strong grip around her waist, the princess' head pressed against her chest. She was warm and full of life. “It sounded like you were having a nightmare… Are you alright?”
Qi Yan moves her hand to the princess's back, stroking her loose hair. Trying to reassure her wife.
Qi Yan does not trust her voice to work at the moment.
Qi Yan's neck was still itching and she still felt the need to scratch it until it bleeds, maybe that would calm down the fire that Nangong Jingnu had put inside of her. The one threatening to kill her from the inside.
Yet Qi Yan's hands remain cold, like a dead person.
She thinks that only baiting them in Nangong Jingnu’s blood could warm her up.
She prayed for that when the day came, the day when she would feel Nangong Jingnu blood in her hands as she stole life away from her. Qi Yan prayed that her wife would hold her again just like her beloved was doing now.