"Forget the experiences of these days, forget all of it," Lu Ziyuan looked into her eyes, unwaveringly staring, and said: "Do you believe ? I will surely avenge you."
... This, she believed.
Xie Wanqing nodded blankly.
She finally reacted, Lu Ziyuan squeezed out a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth, and took her hand to lead her out.
On the deck, torches were lit, the lights were bright.
Dozens of soldiers from Jin Country stood with their backs facing this side, their mouths gagged, and their knees bound, kneeling on the ground.
Ming Feng held an iron whip, lashing at these people one by one.
Seeing them erge, he paused his actions, dropped to one knee, and confessed: "A total of one hundred and three people from the Jin Dynasty, seventy-eight were executed on the spot, the subordinates were incompetent, allowing Jin Wuji and two death warriors to escape."
Lu Ziyuan looked at that row of n, the sound of ’them’ still deeply resonating in his mind.
He swallowed the tallic taste in his throat and asked, "The rest are all here?"
"Yes!" Ming Feng said: "They have been interrogated, these people including five female servants, are all death warriors trained by Jin Wuji."
The training of a death warrior is extrely difficult, their loyalty is absolute, and their strength is considerable. Sacrificing a hundred people here, even for the Crown Prince, is akin to cutting flesh.
Lu Ziyuan stood against the wind, tightly holding the hand of the girl beside him, and coldly said: "Chop them all into at paste, not a single survivor is allowed."
"Yes!"
Xie Wanqing still naively thought this was just harsh words, after all, more than twenty people, hacking them into at paste alive, would not only be cruel but quite challenging.
Until she heard Ming Feng, unfazed, accept the order standing up, and commanded the soldiers behind him.
A half-person-long machete was wielded by a deputy general, chopping down on a Jin Country person with his back facing her, splattering blood seed to mix with bone fragnts, so were carried by the wind, hitting her face directly.
Only then did she realize that ’chopping into at paste’ was literal.
It turned out, this wasn’t just harsh words.
What he said, chopping into at paste, was truly chopping into at paste.
She was in a daze, as if scared witless.
Lu Ziyuan finally snapped out of his furious trance.
A girl from a well-to-do background, witnessing such a bloody scene was indeed inappropriate.
But she had already suffered half a month of tornt, if she didn’t vent strongly...
He frowned, feeling torn for a mont.
After a while, he embraced her shoulder, pulling her close, and asked: "These people have stained their hands with the blood of countless Han people, it wouldn’t be too much to cut them into pieces, do you want to try doing it yourself?"
"..." Xie Wanqing swallowed, recalling the scenes at the Hot Spring Villa, recalling the bullied female servants, the servants hacked to death.
"Actually, it’s not just the Jin Dynasty people who deserve death."
On that day, when the blade turned against the compatriots, more of them were the Han people.
They committed cris on their own land, more atrocious, more rampant.
Lu Ziyuan understood what she ant, gently patting her shoulder, soothingly: "Don’t rush, we will take them one by one, all those people will die."
Those who acted directly, those who interfered from behind, and those who watched by idly...
He wouldn’t let any of them go.
Eventually, Xie Wanqing didn’t try it herself, just watching this bloody scene made her nauseous.
Lu Ziyuan didn’t force it, he rely said: "When I capture Jin Wuji, when he’s being skinned alive, then you can make the first cut."
After speaking, he softly ordered: "Seal off this lake region along the route, post reward notices in nearby prefectures, once Jin Wuji’s tracks are discovered, capture him alive!"
Jin Wuji can’t escape.
Since he dared to venture alone, let him lose his life in the Great Khan.
He won’t allow him to die easily.
Excruciating death, even that would be too rciful for him.
One cut at a ti, chop into minced at, then throw it to feed the wild dogs.
This is the best death for a Crown Prince of a country.
Lu Ziyuan seriously thought, in the previous life, what kind of death did Jin Wuji et?
In the previous life, Xie Wanqing’s death buried all Lu Ziyuan’s goodwill and sanity.
Initially, he lived like a madman unwilling to accept reality, striving desperately to wake her.
Back then, he was just a little Marquis Wuyuan, he needed power above thousands to gather the strength of the nation to search for capable people.
Incapable of even hesitating for a mont to force his father from the throne.
But she refused to wake up, he sought nurous accomplished monks, tried all ans, yet she refused to awaken.
He eventually lost his mind utterly, loathing everything in the world.
Consort Shufei, the Crown Prince, and Lu Xiyao had long been executed severely, only kept alive by a breath, suffering prolonged tornt.
The only ones left to accept his mad revenge were the Lu Family wives he felt guilty toward.
Liu Manrou whom he personally elevated, and that child, the second wife’s concubine Er Xia.
These people, he degraded repeatedly, crushed continuously, yet felt those punishnts were simply insufficient.
He was already living worse than death, naturally they should not fare well, shouldn’t live more comfortably than him.
Later, he found only blood and slaughter could make him feel a bit better, like drinking poison to quench thirst, he began waging wars everywhere.
Effortlessly conquering the Jin Dynasty, Jin Wuji didn’t even qualify as a decent opponent.
Whenever he broke a city, the butcher knife swung downward, killing so many, blood flowed, it seed only slaughter could make him less painful.
In the previous life, he let Jin Wuji die easily, in this life, he would make him suffer a hundredfold.
Otherwise, how could he extinguish the hatred in his heart.
Otherwise, how could he cleanse the humiliation his Wanwan endured.
Having been trapped for half a month, her neck was wounded, bleeding profusely, then rescued only to witness a bloody massacre, that night, Xie Wanqing developed a high fever.
Her body was always robust, rare to fall ill, but it ca aggressively.
The whole person seed haunted, lips occasionally opening and closing, muttering gibberish.
Lu Ziyuan sat at the bedside, from ti to ti lifting a hand to use a cloth to wipe her sweat.
The old doctor ca again to feel the pulse.
Lu Ziyuan dismissed everyone, sternly asked, "How is her body?"
The old doctor, untrained in martial arts, hadn’t stepped onto the deck this evening, and no one dared spread the word, thus unaware of those events.
Upon hearing, his hand feeling the pulse trembled slightly, after a long while, he softly said: "The girl was frightened, plus excessive bleeding from the wound, also caught cold, evil air entered the body, with proper care, and rest for a period, she can recover completely."
"She..." Lu Ziyuan paused, gazing at the girl on the couch with sweat-damp hair, said: "Is there any deficiency elsewhere?"
The old doctor was unclear, dared not ask detailed questions, cautiously said based on safety: "The girl’s constitution is good, and young, even if she’s taken a bit of damage, she can recover."
... That’s good.
Lu Ziyuan closed his eyes briefly, held Xie Wanqing’s hand, said: "Go write the prescription."
The old doctor sighed a breath of relief, hurriedly moved to the writing table, swung the brush to write down two prescriptions.
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