My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World

One month after Wen Kang’s successful rebellion, the political and military situations in the Yu Empire slowly stabilized.

While the common people finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their daily lives, Wen Kang also received good news.

Inside the Hall of Righteousness, Wen Kang was listening to the generals’ and ministers’ reports when a soldier suddenly rushed in.

"Report!"

Hearing this, the new Minister of Works stopped speaking and stepped aside.

Kneeling before Wen Kang, the soldier clasped his fists and reported, "Report! Your Majesty, General Fang has successfully arrested Wen Qiaolun and Yu Fu today!"

The moment his words echoed in the Hall of Righteousness, Wen Kang’s eyes lit up.

Below, the generals were unhappy because Fang Shou had stolen their chance to perform in front of Wen Kang. However, unlike the grumpy generals, the ministers hurriedly bowed and congratulated him.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for capturing the tyrant and his mother."

As their solemn voices echoed in the Hall of Righteousness, Wen Kang laughed in a good mood.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Good! Well done!"

Looking at everyone present, Wen Kang said, "General Fang has rendered a meritorious service by capturing the tyrant and Wen Qiaolun! Reward him with a first-rank prince title of Li, a fief in Nan Yin, five thousand taels of imperial gold, and one hundred thousand households!"

When the generals and ministers heard the generous reward, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

While the ministers thought about how to get close to Fang Shou, the generals were so jealous and regretful that their intestines turned green.

After issuing the reward, Wen Kang announced, "The tyrant, Yu Fu, and his mother, Wen Qiaolun, have committed countless evil deeds. Heaven could not tolerate their existence, and Zhen will not let them cause any more destruction to this empire."

Determination flickered across his cold eyes as he added, "Today, the two of them will be executed in public to calm the people’s hearts and ease Heaven’s anger!"

Hearing this, everyone present in the Hall of Righteousness knelt and said in unison, "Long live the Emperor for tens of thousands of years!"

After Wen Kang’s announcement, the ministers worked quickly. They issued an imperial decree and spread the news.

By the afternoon, everyone in the imperial capital city of the Yu Empire and its surroundings already knew about the execution.

When the sun was high in the sky, Wen Kang personally went to Heaven Prison to visit his younger sister.

Walking down the familiar dark and dimly lit corridor, he sighed inwardly.

Not knowing what was on his mind, the captain of the prison guards clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, we have arrived."

Hearing this, Wen Kang came back to his senses. He looked into the dirty cell and saw his younger sister sitting in the corner, leaning against the stone wall.

"Qiaolun," Wen Kang called calmly.

Wen Qiaolun opened her eyes and looked at her elder brother. Seeing that he was wearing the dragon robe, she calmly closed her eyes and said, "Congratulations, Elder Brother. You finally got what you wanted."

Hearing this, Wen Kang fell silent for a long time. As he stared at his younger sister, he recalled their past.

Growing up in a powerful and large clan like the Wen Clan, the two of them had supported and protected each other since they lost their parents at a young age.

Wen Kang thought for a long time, but still couldn’t understand how the two of them had become enemies. Letting out a regretful sigh, Wen Kang waved his hand.

Seeing this, the captain clasped his fists and left the area.

Left alone with Wen Qiaolun, Wen Kang finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Qiaolun, why?"

When Wen Qiaolun heard this, she opened her eyes to look at him. After a long moment of silence, she suddenly laughed and charged toward Wen Kang.

Grabbing the wooden bars tightly, Wen Qiaolun glared at him with red eyes and hysterically asked, "Why?! You dare to ask me why?! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Looking at his younger sister’s crazed expression, Wen Kang was stunned.

Gasping for breath, Wen Qiaolun slammed her hands against the wooden bars and screamed, "Wen Kang! If not for you, would I be here today?! You are the one who pushed me to my death! It’s you! It’s you!!"

Glaring at him, she gritted her teeth in hatred. "Wen Kang, I curse you! I curse you to die without a complete body! You will suffer a gruesome death! Wen Kang, I curse you!"

Seeing that he couldn’t communicate with Wen Qiaolun in her manic state, Wen Kang took a deep, shaky breath and said softly, "Qiaolun, your elder brother will see you at the execution ground in a while."

Leaving those words behind, Wen Kang flicked his sleeve and walked away.

Staring at his retreating back, Wen Qiaolun stopped cursing. As she watched him disappear around the corner, a tear finally fell from the corner of her eye.

Wen Qiaolun suddenly lost her strength and slowly slumped to the dirty ground.

Thud.

Still staring at the corner, she muttered softly, "Elder Brother, in the end, you still sacrificed me for your own selfishness."

Leaning against the wooden bars, she closed her eyes and sighed. "Father, Mother, Qiaolun will come to see you soon."

After saying that, Wen Qiaolun reached into her sleeve and took out a silver hairpin. This was the only gift she received from the man she loved.

She caressed the hairpin for a moment, then said in a choked voice, "If only I were stronger, you might still be alive. Brother Feng, I’m sorry. I regret it... If only I hadn’t helped my elder brother out of jealousy toward Lin Siyun, everything might be different now."

Wen Qiaolun raised her head and looked at the blue sky through the small windows in the wall.

As tears flowed down her cheeks, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stabbed the silver hairpin into her neck.

"Cough!"

Thud!

"Cough..." Falling weakly to the dirty ground, she stared at the bright sky, regretting her past choices.

In her dazed state, she seemed to see two people walking toward her, shrouded in the sunlight.

Squatting beside her, the young woman reached out toward Wen Qiaolun and softly said, "Qiaolun, my baby girl, let’s go..."

Reaching toward the young man and the young woman, Wen Qiaolun endured the pain. Stretching out her hands, she smiled weakly at them.

’Father... Mother... You finally came to take me away... I’m so tired... I... Want to... Sleep....’

With a faint smile on her chapped lips, Wen Qiaolun slowly closed her eyes. Without anyone around, she breathed her last inside the prison cell, with only a soft ray of sunlight accompanying her.