Chapter 213:
Pei Yuqing, whom the Prefect regarded as a savior, had no intention of pleading at all. He stood dazed in place for a long time, then suddenly turned and left. As for the pleas and clamor from the crowd in the courtyard, he turned a deaf ear.
He walked very quickly, but his steps were somewhat unsteady, as if they couldn’t quite touch the ground, feeling like he might tumble at any moment.
Even though the romantic rival he had always seen as a thorn in his side had left, Lu Ziyan didn’t even glance at him. He grabbed the deputy general beside him. “Investigate! Everyone on the boat that night—no letting a single one slip through the net.”
Since he refused to save them and wouldn’t leave a way out for his Wanwan, then they all might as well die.
“And the Li Family,” Lu Ziyan said. “Send a team of men to bind all the Li family members for this Prince.”
His whole person was wooden, with no expression on his face at all, issuing commands purely on instinct.
There was only one thought roaring in his mind.
His Wanwan had been forced to jump into the lake.
Such a delicate young lady, whom he had carefully protected at the tip of his heart, not even daring to hold her too tightly for fear of hurting her—yet she had jumped into the lake.
Deep winter, nighttime, a bottomless dark lake—she had jumped in.
It was as if he finally had a real sense of it, and Lu Ziyan felt his heart trembling.
A familiar panic swept through his entire body, the kind of terror from complete loss.
He had killed her again.
A young lady from a noble family, pampered from childhood and raised in a honey pot, living two lives as a person—every grievance and hardship she had endured came from him.
In her past life, she married him and suffered endless grievances, dying miserably from poison.
In this life, because of him she was captured by the Jin Raiders; to escape him, she encountered villains and was forced to jump into the lake.
It was all his fault…
He had killed her again!
Ming Jian, standing to the side, saw his master, whom he revered as a god, his straight spine bending inch by inch, then spitting out a mouthful of blood right in front of everyone.
This figure, who with one man and one spear could withstand thousands of troops, so powerful that all his subordinates followed him loyally, believing him omnipotent, was now swaying on the verge of collapse.
Ming Jian’s mind and spirit were shaken; he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but was forcefully flung away.
“Get lost!” Lu Ziyan’s teeth were stained with blood, his pupils a deep red, as if blood tears might fall at any moment.
Boiling killing intent completely overwhelmed his reason, making him want to destroy heaven and earth.
He wanted to kill everyone, to accompany his Wanwan in death.
And himself too—he deserved to die.
They all deserved to die!
A ‘whoosh’ sound.
Lu Ziyan drew the sword from the guard beside him, a flash of white light,
and the head of the nearest official flew into the air before crashing heavily to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
The extreme silence lasted only an instant; the screams of the accompanying officials instantly rose and fell in waves.
The quicker ones turned and ran, but more were scared legless by the killing intent emanating from Lu Ziyan, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly for mercy.
The most pathetic few even frightened themselves into wetting their trousers.
Meanwhile, Lu Ziyan’s towering killing intent grew even more frenzied after smelling the blood.
Ming Jian’s expression changed, hesitating whether to step forward and stop him.
A deputy general said, “The Prince is overwhelmed by excessive grief and rage attacking his heart. If he doesn’t vent it, it will harm him the most.”
Before battle, the generals and soldiers in the military camp would all seek out a few young ladies to vent the pressure of licking blood from their blades and facing imminent death.
Now, something had happened to the young lady at the tip of their Prince’s heart; he was enduring this pain alive and wanted to vent his killing intent—how could they stop him?
As for whether these bureaucrats lived or died, what did it matter?
In any case, they weren’t innocent. Something had happened to the Madam under their jurisdiction; with the Prince’s temperament, even if he calmed down, these people wouldn’t meet a good end.
Dying now might even spare their families from implication.
Reflecting on it, I’m really too pretentious. There probably isn’t anyone more pretentious than me in the top ten of the member leaderboard… Lately it seems like there’s been promotion; any treasures coming from short video traffic who see this chapter? Pop in and say hi^^^
