Chapter 258:
Time rewound to a few days prior.
Inside Xiangzhou City.
Lu Ziyan learned that Xie Yanyu had been ordered by the Emperor to go to Bianzhou as the chief examiner for this provincial examination.
It was a war-torn era, and the Xie Family was a prominent family of civil officials. In Lu Ziyan’s eyes, his entire father-in-law’s family were all showy but ineffective fighters, and even the subordinates around him lacked any truly capable experts.
It was truly unsuitable for them to toil everywhere.
Officialdom was full of complex rivalries, and moreover, at this moment those two princes had been pushed to the brink, reaching the point of a cornered animal will bite.
Who knew if they would come up with another foolish move.
Out of love for her, he was willing to expend extra effort for the Xie Family, so he sent his confidant to investigate the officialdom situation in Bianzhou.
That very day, Ming Feng brought back a piece of news.
Bianzhou’s new prefect was the new top scholar Ji Chengfeng.
This name was of course not unfamiliar to Lu Ziyan.
At the palace banquet the year before last, he had personally seen his Wanwan accept the red plum gifted by the other.
At the time, he had even been jealous about it.
Later, thinking that this was a short-lived ghost who wouldn’t survive past the coming spring, he magnanimously let it go without interfering.
Now, hearing this name again, a few ripples appeared on Lu Ziyan’s calm face.
A man whose grave grass should be half a zhang tall, and he didn’t die?
……Why?
But with a turn of thought, he arrived at the answer.
What else could it be but that young lady meddling in others’ affairs.
Whenever it concerned Xie Wanning, Lu Ziyan could never stay calm.
He stood there fixedly, not knowing what he thought of, his expression on his face changing several times.
Finally, gritting teeth, he said: “Only ruthless to me!”
Even for a cousin so distantly related she wouldn’t hit him with eight poles, she still ‘pities the poor and cherishes the weak’, wanting to save him once.
Why didn’t she think that her fleeing from his side like this was tantamount to wanting his life!
Did she want his life that much?
Or was it that, aside from that old man Pei Yuqing, his Wanwan had taken a fancy to someone else?
Thinking of Ji Chengfeng’s face, Lu Ziyan felt a fire rising in his heart.
Killing intent began to surge wildly.
Ming Feng unobtrusively stepped back half a step and said: “There are still over a hundred rebel soldiers in the dungeon, shall we…”
Lu Ziyan lightly raised his hand, “No need to go to that trouble, aren’t there a few ready-made ones right here.”
With that, he turned and entered the disciplinary hall where Yu Cheng and several deputy generals of the Yu family army were imprisoned.
Soon, everyone else in the disciplinary hall withdrew, leaving only Lu Ziyan inside.
No one knew what happened inside, nor what Lu Ziyan looked like inside.
But several of the closer deputy generals knew.
Ever since Miss Xie died, their master had lived like a walking dead.
Only when killing people could they see a bit of vitality in him.
The previous master had heavy bloodlust, but not to the point of being addicted to murder.
And now……
Faint screams came from inside the disciplinary hall. Ming Feng and Ming Jian exchanged a glance and silently lowered their heads.
They did not know that in his past life, Lu Ziyan was truly the God of War descended.
He campaigned everywhere, and didn’t shy away from massacring cities.
That wasn’t enough; addicted to killing, he made the officials of the imperial court roll heads.
He was the Emperor, and also a bona fide madman.
A madman in the pain of losing loved one.
After an unknown amount of time, the heavy door was pulled open from inside.
Lu Ziyan walked out. His clothes were neat, his complexion calm, poised and unhurried. At a glance, he was stunning, vividly a stern and unmatched young master with an imposing aura, at most one could sigh that his breath was a bit too cold.
Apart from the lingering blood color in his eyes, there was no sign at all of his bloodlust being so deep as to gradually lose his humanity.
