In the past, Yu Wenhao always thought that Fourth Master wanted Snow Wolf out of playmate mentality, but now he realized that he wanted Snow Wolf because he was looking for a sense of security.
From the time he came to Beijing to now, he has always been the object of trust of many people, always thinking that he is invincible, forgetting that he is just an ordinary person with emotions and desires.
Yu Wenhao sighed and owed so much to his fourth master. For a moment, his chest felt so uncomfortable that he could not speak.
The princess twirled the teacup with a fierce look in her eyes, "I have sent lightning guards to Fengdu City to keep an eye on Yan Zhiyu. Now Fengdu City is preparing for his birthday. In addition to his birthday next month, it is also them.
The thirty-sixth anniversary of your marriage will be no less joyful and lively than your wedding. After all the truth is clear, Leng Si will definitely go to Fengdu City. The Lightning Guard and the Black Shadow Guard will assist him, as well as Leng Lang.
Men, this revenge can definitely be avenged."
Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao looked at each other, feeling both hatred and pain in their hearts. Birthday, thirty-sixth anniversary? That was right after Leng Fengqing's death, they held the wedding immediately.
This is the real murderous act!
It was still the same wing room. Yu Wenhao was sitting outside, guarding the people in the wing room, and Xue Lang was lying beside him, lazily basking in the sun.
The princess was sitting in the yard, with a snow wolf lying beside her. She put her hand on the snow wolf's head and stroked it quietly. She looked at the roses climbing on the wall of the yard, and the sun shone into her cold eyes.
In the room, agarwood chips were lit just like yesterday, and the very faint fragrance lingered in the nose. Yuan Qingling sat on the chair, closed her eyes, and let go of the thoughts in her mind.
Slowly let the touch of your thoughts unfold.
Fengdu City thirty-six years ago.
The body of Leng Fengyu, the second young lady of the Tianshu family, was hung on the gate of Fengdu City. The fifteen-year-old girl was as beautiful as a flower and had just grown hair this year. She told the story of the second son of the Yan family in the city, who would get married the year after next.
Her throat was cut to death with a knife, and her white clothes were stained with red blood, as if red ink had been splashed on her clothes, making it look as if half of her clothes were embroidered with a burning sunset.
She also wore a white jade ringing hairpin on her head that her sister Leng Fengqing gave her. When the wind blew, the hairpin made a clear sound, and her big eyes seemed to still contain the anger and fear before her death.
Just like that, he was hung by the rope on the tower, one of his embroidered shoes fell off, like a ruined rag doll.
Late at night, bonfires were lit on the city towers, illuminating the area around the city gate as bright as day. There was a late-night curfew, and no people were walking on the streets. The gloomy silent night was as scary as hell.
Yan Zhiyu personally brought Leng Fengqing to the tower, pinched her chin hard, and said with cold eyes, "This is the price of your slap. I said, you can't touch her at all, and don't hurt her with your words."
She, you turned a deaf ear to my words."
Leng Fengqing looked at the body of her second sister, her heart and soul were shattered, her whole body was cold and trembling. If she had any extravagant hope before that he would not be so cruel, now she has no illusions or possibility of retreat.
Her heartache spread, and her stomach twitched tightly. The pain made her bend down and hold her stomach, and she cried to the end, but not a single tear came out.
The speed of falling from the sky to the ground was too fast, leaving her no room to breathe. She wished she could cut Yan Zhiyu into pieces with a thousand knives, but she could not ignore the fate of hundreds of members of the family.
In my ears, the vicious voice of the devil came, "I will start changing Rushuang's fate tomorrow. If you are one day late, I will kill one person. Two days late, I will kill two people. Three days late, I will kill six people. You can delay."
Leng Fengqing used all her strength and slapped Yan Zhiyu on the face. She couldn't even utter a single curse word. She just stared at him with eyes as angry as fire and gasped for air.
Yan Zhiyu showed no mercy and slapped her on the face, causing her to become dizzy and stumble to the ground. His boots stepped on her palms that were supporting the ground, and her clothes were blown away by the strong wind in front of her.
Rolling up, the familiar incense, the unfamiliar cold poison, "Don't challenge my patience, you can't bear the consequences."
She seemed to only hear the sound of cracking her finger bones, but she didn't feel any pain at all. The heartache overshadowed everything else, and the pain was almost numb.
From beginning to end, she failed to shed a single tear. She lay half-lying on the ground, looking desperately at her second sister who was hanging in the air. Self-blame, guilt, hatred, rage, and despair were constantly gnawing at her heart.
Yan Zhiyu rolled up his robe and got off the tower.
Several iron guards stood beside her, looking at her coldly.
"Yan Zhiyu, I want your life!"
Below, the maid Fanghua roared angrily, followed by a scream. A shiver ran through her body. She suddenly got up and threw herself on the wall of the tower to look, only to see Fanghua lying in a pool of blood. Iron Guard
The spear passed through her heart. She held a sword in her hand, her eyes full of unwillingness and anger. She stared at Yan Zhiyu who was slowly walking over. He raised his blood-stained eyes and said coldly, "Throw her away."
Enter the hunting grounds!”
The iron guard grabbed Fanghua's hair and dragged him along the bluestone street. Blood spilled from Fanghua's mouth, and Leng Fengqing looked sadly at Leng Fengqing on the city wall.
"Fanghua!" Leng Fengqing ran down like crazy, ignoring the pain in her belly, crawling and rolling, and cried loudly, "Yan Zhiyu, let her go, I promise you!"
Yan Zhiyu stood still, curled his lips coldly, turned his back to the person behind him, and slowly raised his hand, signaling the iron guard to release the maid Fanghua.
Leng Fengqing rushed over, knelt on the ground and hugged Fanghua. Fanghua was vomiting blood from her mouth, trying hard to hold up her head, tears falling from her eyes, and said with difficulty, "Master, slave...I failed to protect...protect you, slave."
...I'm sorry for you!"
Leng Fengqing hugged Fanghua and burst into tears. Her hands were stained with blood, and her tears finally flowed like crazy, "No, no, it's me who's sorry for you, it's me, it's me..."
Fanghua stopped breathing in her arms, her eyes widened, unwilling and angry!
Leng Fengqing hugged her and sat on the ground, letting the night wind blow wildly. Her heart went from crazy and furious at the beginning to despair and coldness now.
She later slowly let go of her youth, climbed to the top of the tower, untied the body of her younger sister Leng Fengyu, held it in her arms, and let out a sad growl like a wounded beast.
There was no one else around her, so she spent half the night hastily burying the bodies of Leng Fengyu and Fanghua outside the city. She took off her outer clothes, wrapped them around them, knelt on the ground, and cried bitterly.
In order to save the lives of everyone in the Tianshu family, she opened a formation for Su Rushuang and borrowed the ancient and dark power of the Tiansuan family to change her fate against the will of heaven.
If you change your destiny against nature, you will inevitably be counterattacked by the dark forces.
She lay extremely weak in the formation, feeling her life draining away inch by inch, but she would not die so quickly. The backlash had a process, and it would take a month at the earliest.
In the end, she had to kneel in front of Yan Zhiyu and beg him to let go of the members of the Tianshu family.