Chapter 309: Chapter 214
Pei Yuqing, seen as a savior by the Prefectural Governor, had no intent of pleading for mercy. He stood motionless for a long time before suddenly turning away, ignoring the desperate pleas and clamors from those in the courtyard.
He walked briskly, but his steps were somewhat unsteady, as if he might stumble at any moment.
With the rival who had always been a thorn in his side gone, Lu Ziyuan did not even spare a glance in his direction. He grabbed the nearby Deputy General, "Investigate! Everyone who was on the boat that night, not a single one can be allowed to escape."
If they had chosen not to save her, leaving no chance for his Wanwan, then let them all die.
"And the Li Family," Lu Ziyuan said, "send a troop and bring all Li Family members to me."
His whole demeanor was wooden, devoid of expression, issuing orders purely by instinct.
Only one thought roared in his mind.
His Wanwan was forced to jump into the lake.
Such a delicate girl, whom he guarded carefully, dare not hold too tightly for fear of hurting her, yet she jumped into the lake.
In the cold winter, at night, into the unfathomably deep lake, she leapt.
It was as if reality finally set in, and Lu Ziyuan felt his heart tremble.
Familiar panic engulfed him, the terror of absolute loss.
He had killed her again.
Born into a prestigious family, a girl spoiled from a young age, growing up in the lap of luxury, yet in both lives, her suffering and ordeals all stemmed from him.
In her past life, married to him, she endured endless grievances and died a tragic death from poison.
In this life, because of him, she was captured by the Jin Thief, and in her attempt to escape him, she encountered evildoers and was forced to jump into the lake.
It was all his fault...
It was him who killed her again!
Standing to the side, Mingjian watched as his revered master, like a god, slowly bent down inch by inch, and then, in front of everyone, spat out a mouthful of blood.
This formidable figure, able to withstand thousands with just one man and one gun, strong enough to inspire unwavering loyalty, seemingly invincible, was now on the brink of collapse.
Mingjian was shaken to his core, hurriedly went to support him, only to be forcefully pushed away.
"Get lost!" Lu Ziyuan snarled, blood staining his teeth, eyes ablaze with red fury, ready to cry tears of blood.
The boiling desire for slaughter devoured all reason, craving the obliteration of everything.
He wanted to kill everyone and bury them with his Wanwan.
He too deserved death.
They all deserved to die!
’Swish.’
Lu Ziyuan drew the sword from a guard beside him, the blade glinted sharply,
The head of the nearest official soared into the air and then crashed heavily onto the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
The extreme silence lasted only a moment before the accompanying officials erupted in screams.
The quick-reacting ones ran for their lives, while most were paralyzed by Lu Ziyuan’s killing intent, falling to their knees, begging for mercy.
The most pitiful few even wet their pants in fear.
As Lu Ziyuan’s boundless bloodlust grew even more frenzied at the scent of blood.
Mingjian hesitated whether to step forward and restrain him.
A Deputy General spoke: "The Prince is overwhelmed with grief and has become irrational. If he doesn’t vent it, it will harm him greatly."
Before battles, the soldiers find a few girls to alleviate the stress of licking blood from the blade, constantly facing imminent danger.
Now the girl dearest to the Prince’s heart has been hurt, and he’s endured this pain. Wanting to vent his bloodlust, how could we stop him?
As for whether these officials live or die, what does it matter?
After all, they are not innocent; mishaps happened under their jurisdiction. With the Prince’s disposition, even if he calmed down, those people would not have a good end.
At least now, if they die, perhaps their families won’t suffer.
