frightfiction Chapter 37 Today, Revenge Will Be Doubled
Chapter 37 Today, Revenge Will Be Doubled
The Prince's mansion reeked of death. Blood flowed everywhere like a river, and there were shattered limbs, ruins, and spilled entrails all mixed together. The scene was horrifying and too gruesome to look at.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, making people want to vomit.
The once majestic and bustling Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is now a ruin, with not a single survivor left.
Han Yi, who was suspended in mid-air, saw the woman in green robes lying by the Yingyue Lake.
It was Mu Qingwan, his betrothed princess, who was now a cold corpse. His heart was breaking as he returned to the palace.
He dug out a black robe covered in blood and flesh from the ruins of the main hall of the palace. It was his father's usual robe, a symbol of his majesty, now soaked in blood and unrecognizable, a heartbreaking sight.
Han Yi knelt there stiffly, as if frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the unrecognizable figure, as if his father would come back to life if he didn't look away.
His eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.
His lips trembled like the last leaf in the autumn wind, and he cried out with a "Wah!" His voice echoed in the ruins, filled with endless sorrow and despair, but there was no response, only deathly silence.
Han Yi clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood gushing out, but he seemed not to feel anything.
He slowly crouched down, his fingers gently touching the blood-stained python robe. A chill ran through his fingertips, and his heart sank as if he'd fallen into an ice cave. He seemed to see his father wearing that robe, standing there majestically, upright, confident in his eyes, his laughter hearty—but now, all of that was gone.
Han Yi let out a suppressed whimper, like a wounded lone wolf howling in the dark.
His gaze shifted to a spot not far away, where his mother lay, equally wretched. Her body was crushed beyond recognition, her beautiful clothes soaked in blood, and she was long since lifeless.
Han Yi knelt down and rushed towards his mother, feeling as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, the pain was unbearable, and it was an indescribable despair.
"Mother! Yi'er is back!"
That shout seemed to drain all the energy from his body.
His eyes were empty and he looked utterly helpless, as if his whole world had collapsed. The muscles in his face twitched, and tears, sweat, and blood smeared on his face were all mixed together, making him almost unrecognizable.
"Why? Why did this happen?" Han Yi roared, his voice filled with pain and hatred.
His throat was hoarse from shouting; his roar sounded as if he wanted to burn the whole world down.
After yelling, Han Yi slumped onto the ruins, staring blankly ahead, letting tears stream down his face.
The deathly silence around him felt like a heavy shackle, making it hard for him to breathe.
Gradually, memories of the past began to surface in his mind.
Back then, Qingfeng Village had a clear blue sky, and the warm sunshine shone on the ground, making the whole village look as if it were draped in a layer of golden gauze.
The crops in the fields swayed gently in the breeze, creating layers of green waves, and smelled of fresh earth.
The villagers, dressed in coarse linen clothes, were busy at work. Some were bending over to plant rice seedlings, while others were weeding and fertilizing, with simple smiles on their faces.
The children ran and played happily on the village paths, chasing each other, their clear laughter echoing in the air.
Holding their homemade toys, they carefree enjoyed their childhood.
The Zhenbei Prince's Mansion in my memory was solemn and majestic.
The vermilion gate was wide open, and in the sunlight, the four large characters "Zhenbei Prince's Mansion" gleamed in gold, the characters simple and vigorous.
The guests coming and going were all dressed in magnificent robes, some with swords hanging at their waists, others with jade tablets in their hands, and they brought valuable gifts to visit the Prince of Zhenbei.
At Yingyue Lake, Mu Wanqing would always sit by the lake playing the zither. The melodious music and the beautiful woman created a peaceful atmosphere.
Whenever this happened, he would leisurely eavesdrop in the pavilion, and the entire palace would be immersed in the beautiful music, unable to calm down for a long time.
Qin Yao, the pretty maidservant, had a very soft voice and always called him "Young Master" in his ear.
Now, everything is gone...
In these ruins, Han Yi was like a lost soul, trapped in happy memories he couldn't escape. Those beautiful things could only replay in his mind again and again, becoming an indelible pain.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Yi's tears ran dry, and his heart was broken.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Xuan Kongzi in the sky.
"I'm going to fight you!"
He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, and his hands clenched into fists.
"Hmph!" Xuan Kongzi only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
Han Yi's voice was hoarse and filled with rage, echoing through the ruins. "You old bastard! How dare you take their lives so easily and destroy everything I cherished!"
"Hmph! If you, Han Yi, are stronger than those bandits, then wipe them out completely. I'm collecting debts for them, so naturally I'll eliminate them completely as well. Who can easily break the cycle of cause and effect in this world?"
Xuan Kongzi's voice, like thunder, echoed over the ruins.
He slightly raised his chin, his silver beard dancing in the wind, making him look even more otherworldly, but the words he spoke at that moment were as sharp as ice knives.
Upon hearing this, Han Yi stood up, his body trembling slightly from grief and anger, but his spine remained ramrod straight.
"Today's grudge will be repaid a hundredfold!"