Ye Luan lay in the inner room, hearing the commotion outside. Her expression remained unchanged.
She sat up, touched her belly, and stood up calmly, slipping on her shoes and getting out of bed.
Outside the window, the cold wind howled, and scarlet blood stained the entire branches. Red petals fluttered powerlessly to the ground with the wind.
She glanced out the window a few times, then suddenly realized her face felt cold and damp, intensely salty.
The door to the inner room was opened.
The fighting sounds outside instantly ceased, and everything became calm.
Xiao Chizhan saw the girl’s pale little face, and the murderous aura surrounding him gradually dispersed. He walked directly over, scooped her up horizontally, and carried her out.
Ye Luan didn’t resist, nestling quietly in Xiao Chizhan’s embrace, allowing him to carry her away.
“Little girl, are you leaving?”
At this moment, Xie Beihan, holding a firearm, blocked the doorway. His charming face was unable to conceal his undisguised joy, excited and eerie.
Xiao Chizhan’s anger surged, and as he was about to strike, Ye Luan stopped him.
She looked at Xie Beihan indifferently, her voice cold, “Thank you, Crown Prince, for your timely rescue. I am fine now.” She then looked at Xiao Chizhan, “Let’s go.”
Seeing her so sensible, the dangerous aura emanating from Xiao Chizhan gradually dissipated.
But Xie Beihan raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Tsk, so ungrateful.”
Once Xiao Chizhan ascended the throne, he tolerated no one. To be provoked and coveted by someone like this, his killing intent was already uncontrollable.
If he hadn’t been holding Ye Luan, he might have torn Xie Beihan apart alive.
“My woman needs to be grateful to you for what?”
“-----”
Xie Beihan smiled elegantly, provocatively saying, “You will have it in the future.”
The moment the words fell, Ye Luan sensed Xiao Chizhan’s killing intent.
She directly reached out and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, interrupting him, and said, “Let’s go, I’m tired.”
The girl in his arms was tired and pale. Xiao Chizhan had no choice but to retract his hidden weapons and walk out with a cold face.
Xie Beihan did not stop them any further.
He stood in the corridor, gazing mournfully at the departing figures, and let out a scoff. His sinister face held a strange aura.
Upon returning to Mo Yun Hall, Xiao Chizhan placed her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Ye Luan leaned against the bed and looked at him indifferently, “The child is gone.”
Her voice was calm, devoid of any fluctuation.
Xiao Chizhan looked at her mournfully, his rough fingertip stroking her face, “Mhm.”
“Are you happy?”
He paused, “If you want it later, you will have it.”
Silence fell in the room for a moment.
Ye Luan’s cold eyes slowly surfaced with killing intent, “I want Qi Lin Chen’s life.”
“Alright.”
“Can I not be confined here anymore?”
Xiao Chizhan’s hand paused. He helped her lie down, his voice calm, “Lie down and rest first, and recuperate your health.”
Ye Luan closed her eyes in disappointment.
Xiao Chizhan sat by the bed, looking down at her. The girl’s beautiful face had lost its color, appearing pale and pitiful.
Those bloodthirsty, dark red eyes gradually turned cold and terrifying.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “Be good, rest well.”
After speaking, he got up and walked out.
“My Lord, how shall we deal with the maid who pushed Miss Ye?”
“Drag her out and have her beaten to death!”
Long Tian respectfully replied, “Yes.”
In the Jing Yu, within a dark and sinister dungeon.
The man’s intermittent screams of agony were like being torn apart by a thousand cuts.
A square furnace coffin burned with the hellfire of the netherworld. Inside the coffin, the man experienced intense pain under the blue poisonous flames, his entire body writhing.
Terrible, horrifying.
The door to the dark chamber was opened, and a man in white robes and sable fur strode down the stone steps. His demonic, handsome face showed ruthless slaughter.
Tantai Ye, who was lying dazed on a chair with his eyes closed, heard the movement and opened them.
“Everyone else in his manor has been silenced. If he is killed like this, how will we explain it to Emperor Ming Ji?”
Xiao Chizhan took a dark red porcelain bottle from the pool, his voice cold.
“He committed murder on the spot at the relay station. I haven’t even sought an explanation from Emperor Ming Ji yet, so why should I need to explain to him?”
Tantai Ye rolled his eyes helplessly.
Fine.
It was his job again to clean up this mess.
“How long has he been soaking?”
Seeing him approaching with the poison, Tantai Ye said lazily, “Not long.”
Xiao Chizhan sneered as he looked at the person in the coffin, pouring all the poison in his hand into it.
Soon, a sizzling sound emanated from the furnace coffin.
“Ah----”
Qi Lin Chen felt as if his entire body was being bitten apart, agonizingly. He was bound by chains within the furnace coffin, his inner power completely lost, and he was utterly unable to move.
“Wasn’t it good to live in this world? Why seek death!”
The edge of the blade sliced through his skin, and blood instantly spread within the furnace.
Qi Lin Chen looked at the man’s cold smile in terror, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, no longer caring about the physical pain.
The cruelty and brutality of the Great Liang Dingbei King were known to all.
He did not know what torment he would endure.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it.”
“Not you?!” Xiao Chizhan sneered, “You have the guts to do it, but not to admit it?”
Qi Lin Chen’s obese body began to writhe in the coffin, fearfully biting randomly.
“Your Highness, spare me, I truly don’t know anything. It was that slut Gao Yue, it was that slut who did it–”
Xiao Chizhan sneered at him, and the long hook, tipped with poison, unceremoniously ripped open his chest with a swoosh.
“Ah–”
Pain.
Heart-wrenching pain.
Blood instantly stained the entire furnace coffin red.
The pleasant screams echoed incessantly in the silent and cold dungeon.
Xiao Chizhan’s deep red eyes stared at him coldly, “You should be thankful she is unharmed. Otherwise, I would make you wish you were dead rather than alive!”
He paused, and a strange laugh suddenly erupted from his chest.
“I should thank you for removing a worry for me.”
Qi Lin Chen could not understand what he was saying. The bone-gnawing pain throughout his body made him act like a madman. The poison seeped into his body, mixed with blood, making him utterly miserable.
Madman!
Dead madman!
“You dare to kill me, aren’t you afraid my father will defect to Xie Beihan and attack Great Liang? Is it worth it for a woman?”
Upon hearing his words, Xiao Chizhan’s actions became even more brutal, his eyes filled with arrogant expressions.
The hook’s barbs, the dripping blood, the poison was instantly dyed red.
“She is the woman I hold in my palm, and you almost killed her. It is already showing mercy that I have not destroyed Zhongzhou.”
“Qi Lin Chen, it is your honor to die because of her!”
The vicious voice, accompanied by shrill screams, pierced the air.
Blood, in an instant, dyed the entire furnace coffin red.
Xiao Chizhan dropped the hook in his hand, washed his hands, and looked down at the bloody person, speaking indifferently.
“Skin him, dismember his tendons, cut off this pig’s head, and hang it at the Taiji Hall of the Imperial Palace for them to admire.”
Hearing this, Tantai Ye, who was lying on the chair sleeping, slowly woke up. He lazily turned his head, “Are you serious? Are you not going to take Zhongzhou anymore?”
“If Emperor Ming Ji is going to defect to Northern Qi, then I will flatten this Zhongzhou.”