Chapter 204 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 18

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Do you know why I didn't kill you right away?" Ling Jiazhen smiled eerily.

Startled by his gaze, Jiang Lifeng began to feel afraid: "Why...why?"

“Because that would make your death too easy…” Ling Jiazhen took out a knife. “There are thirty people here now. Each of them can stab you once to vent your anger.”

Hearing his words, Jiang Lifeng trembled with fear and quickly said, "Ling Jiazhen, I am still your godfather. Do you really want to believe the rumors?"

"I don't trust my father's trusted confidants, so why would I trust a so-called godfather like you?"

After saying that, Ling Jiazhen told his men, "Tie him up and gag him, so he won't make a fuss later."

Soon, Jiang Lifeng's hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed with a wad of cloth. His eyes were filled with resentment and deep fear.

"Next, one person can stab you once, or several times, it doesn't matter." Ling Jiazhen handed the dagger to the person next to her.

Jiang Lifeng watched in horror as everyone lined up to stab him. The cold blades pierced his flesh, and excruciating pain shot through him. His eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and he could only whimper for a long time without making a sound.

The wounds multiplied, and the blood flowed down, staining a small patch of the ground red.

The combined impact of sight and pain left Jiang Lifeng's nerves on edge. He could no longer distinguish which cut was more painful, and cold sweat streamed down his face as he groaned in agony.

By the time everyone had finished stabbing him, Jiang Lifeng was covered in blood.

Ling Jiazhen raised her gun and said to Jiang Lifeng, "Although I don't want you to die so easily, I don't want any accidents to happen. This is all I can do in Luzhou, so you should be glad that you can die so easily."

Staring at the gun barrel, until the very moment he was about to die, Jiang Lifeng realized that he still wanted to live. Countless fears and terrors surrounded him. The bullet pierced his heart, he convulsed twice, and then he was lifeless.

Shortly after Jiang Lifeng's death, Ling Jiazhen quickly succeeded to the throne. After dealing with all those loyal to Jiang Lifeng, he left Lucheng to Tan Wei and returned to Jicheng.

Because there is someone he wants to see in Jicheng.

As he boarded the train, he wondered how she was doing.

Now that he has avenged his great enemy, he wants to marry her. No one in Jicheng will know that she was once Jiang Lifeng's concubine, so naturally no one will dare to gossip. If anyone does, he will make sure they are speechless.

But would she be willing?

As the weather gradually turned cooler, the osmanthus trees in the Marshal's Mansion burst into bloom overnight.

Xu Qiuqiu looked at the flowers on the tree and felt a little dazed. It seemed like she had been living in the young marshal's mansion for almost half a month.

The tree was covered in osmanthus blossoms, and beneath it stood a beautiful woman in a light-colored cheongsam, her every gesture exuding charm and captivating beauty.

"Miss, the osmanthus flowers are blooming exceptionally early this year."

Xu Qiuqiu snapped out of her reverie and looked at the person who had spoken. It was Yang Yi, the cook in the manor. She replied softly, "This is the first time I've ever seen an osmanthus tree in bloom."

Yang Yi asked her with a smile, "Would you like to eat osmanthus cake, Miss? We can pick some flowers today and make osmanthus cake tomorrow."

"Is it freshly made?" Xu Qiuqiu asked curiously. "Can I come and see how it's made tomorrow?"

"Okay." Yang Yi nodded. The girl had a charming appearance, but she was also very delicate and somewhat cute.

He knew this woman could be the future wife of the young marshal, so he didn't dare to have any ideas. He just saw her looking depressed all day long and would occasionally talk to her.

Xu Qiuqiu smiled at him in a friendly manner, "Okay, then teach me tomorrow, I want to learn too."

If Ah Zhen comes back, she thinks she can learn from his tricks from the previous world, cook some food to please him, and maybe his happiness level will increase when he's happy.

"It seems you've been having a great time while I was away."

An angry voice rang out, pulling Xu Qiuqiu back from her thoughts. Before she could react, Ling Jiazhen pulled her into his arms.

Ling Jiazhen drew the gun from his waist, and Yang Yi was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, "Young Marshal, please spare my life!"

However, Ling Jiazhen remained unmoved. He was filled with jealousy and anger when he recalled their smiles just now. She had never smiled at him like that before. What right did a servant have?

"Stop!" Xu Qiuqiu exclaimed in surprise, quickly grabbing his hand and pleading in her voice, "Please don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, especially since these are people from your household."

Ling Jiazhen's chest heaved with anger as she asked her sharply, "You care about him, don't you?"

Hatred and anger were threatening to overwhelm him; the pain in his heart was tearing at his nerves; and his emotions were churning and driving him to the brink of madness.

A murderous aura emanated from him, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere. Xu Qiuqiu was extremely anxious, so she quickly tried to comfort him, saying, "I don't care about him, I care about you."

"What...what did you say?" Ling Jiazhen paused, her finger on the trigger pausing. She looked down at the person in her arms, wondering if she had misheard.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Xu Qiuqiu's voice softened as she continued, "I only care about you. Yang Yi just said that osmanthus flowers are in bloom and can be used to make osmanthus cake, so I asked him if he could teach me how. I want to make it for you."

After saying that, he pulled his hand back and said, "Put the gun down, okay?"

Ling Jiazhen asked hesitantly, "Really...?"

Overwhelmed by immense joy, he was momentarily stunned and didn't even realize that she had taken the gun from his hand.

"Really." Xu Qiuqiu hugged Ling Jiazhen and gestured to Yang Yi with her eyes to run. Yang Yi received the signal and quickly left the spot.

Ling Jiazhen felt as if he were in a dream. He never dared to imagine that she would take the initiative to hug him and speak to him gently. He gently held her in his arms.

Smelling her delicate fragrance, I felt both satisfied and apprehensive, and couldn't help but ask her, "Do you really care about me?"

"Really, I care about you, Azhen," Xu Qiuqiu gently comforted him.

[Ding! The female lead's happiness level has increased by 20%. Her current happiness level is 20%.]

Hearing the announcement, Xu Qiuqiu was touched. He had finally grown up, so he really liked her. Did she no longer need to pretend to be an innocent and naive girl?

Feeling her arms tighten around him, Ling Jiazhen couldn't help but feel excited. This feeling was different from when he forced her; she was hugging him willingly, which made him feel incredibly satisfied.

He only realized something was sticking out of his back when he gently released her and saw the gun in her hand.

Looking at the ground again, Ling Jiazhen realized Yang Yi had disappeared sometime earlier, and her joy vanished instantly. "Were you just trying to comfort me? Did you not want me to kill him?"

Xu Qiuqiu looked at him with a puzzled expression. Just as she was about to speak, the gun in her hand was snatched away. Before she could react, she was spun around and lifted up by him.

With his shoulder pressing against her stomach, Xu Qiuqiu felt extremely uncomfortable. "Put me down right now!"

"Don't move, or I'll get angry." Ling Jiazhen's voice was very soft, and the gloomy aura around her sent chills down one's spine.