39. Growth

"Madam Yun..."

Qingzhu lowered her eyes and stirred the medicine, then served it to her. Yun Zhihe coughed lightly, put down the documents in his hand and brought it over.

That day, he cried loudly in the wind and rain, and his excitement caught a cold. Fortunately, the rain washed away the cold, and the soldiers did not catch the disease.

Yun Zhihe picked up the medicine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitterness is unbearable, but it is not as bad as the pain in my heart.

Her lips were pale and there was a broken coldness between her eyebrows.

The bamboo is still as gentle as clear water, lowering its head and acting as a quiet servant.

But when Xuanyuan He arrived, her eyes dimmed a little, she lowered her head, her soft hair slid down her shoulders, and she looked so weak and pitiful.

Xuanyuan He gave him an ambiguous look and raised his hand to exempt him from the salute.

He raised his head arrogantly again and said something like Xuanyuan Ying.

“…Go down.”

Qingzhu bowed and left silently.

Xuanyuan He sat next to Yun Zhihe, wearing plain clothes. The young man had a slender figure and his clothes were loose, with a waist belt outlining his slender waist.

Yun Zhihe coughed lightly, "Your Highness, please don't get infected with the disease."

Ever since the incident with Liu Yu, Yun Zhihe has been much quieter, and the smile on his face has gradually disappeared. When he's not handling government affairs every day, he looks out the window at the trees sprouting new buds.

The space between his eyebrows and eyes was hazy and fragmented, as if moonlight was covering his face.

Especially... it's so elusive, like she's going to go away.

In the past few days, the government has been investigating the riot and arresting the remaining people who plotted to murder Master Liu Yu.

Xuanyuan He pursed his lips and spoke softly, "Don't be afraid, Gu, I'm not afraid of being caught in the cold."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Zhihe's clear fingertips. He leaned over and climbed onto the tea table, put his face close to her, and looked up at her eyebrows.

This posture seems to show weakness.

His waist was soft, his abdomen pressed against the tea table, while his upper body was climbing on it, his shoulders bulging, looking up.

With the freshness and charm unique to teenagers.

Perhaps it was because young men were not known for their charm, but he relied on his softness and handsomeness, with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes slightly flushed.

...It means a temptation that women cannot resist.

"Sister Zhihe is still blaming herself?"

Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and didn't look at his face that was approaching.

She said nothing.

Xuanyuan He has always been good at acting. He pretended to be flawless in front of the old man, and earned the reputation of being wise and virtuous in front of Madam Fu Ya.

He is the crown prince, he is humble, he is wise...but he is still that child in the cold palace, selfish, inferior, and arrogant.

Only Yun Zhihe could make him move a little.

But he clearly looked down on her at the beginning.

Xuanyuan He hated her Feng Guang Yue Ji. He saw that she was gentle to everyone, just because he... was not her only one.

He kept thinking about her hug.

He would often lie on the cold ground of the palace, look up at the moon in the sky, then cover his eyes with his hands and laugh softly. The boy's voice was clear, but it was filled with deep gloom.

He said.

"…She's just a stupid woman."

Not worthy of his affection.

...from childhood to now.

But he would suddenly go crazy and pick up the porcelain next to him and smash it against the wall viciously. The porcelain pieces would break, cut his cheeks, and bleed.

"Stupid woman... stupid woman!"

“…Why?! Why?!”

He would sit breathlessly on the smashed ruins, lower his head in embarrassment, and wipe away the sweat and tears.

He cursed in a hoarse voice.

"Why are you so nice to me... woo..."

He curled up and cried alone.

There are low hums in dreams.

He would shiver with cold in his dreams at night. He was always haunted by nightmares and missed her body temperature when he woke up.

Extremely scorching.

The day Xuanyuan He entered Longcheng, his dream was filled with the sounds of the cold palace and her voice, and he was drowning in the dream.

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window at the bright moon.

Xuanyuan He raised his eyes in a daze, his face pale, and a flush of red appeared between his breaths.

He likes her.

...extremely happy.

What women in this world love are nothing more than money, power, fame, fortune and...sex and desire.

He can afford it. He is the high and mighty prince. His intelligence is no less than that of ordinary people. He can make a name for himself under the Xuanyuan family. He can afford money, power, fame and fortune.

So, what he wants to give now is... lust and desire.

He used his chastity, lust and desire, and her beauty and bright moonlight to weave a cage.

Trapping the woman he loves.

If he gave her chastity, she would have the responsibility and duty to become his wife.

"Sister Zhihe, the incident has already happened. You are not a god, how can you take care of everything?"

Xuanyuan He comforted her softly, his eyes dark and gloomy. He bent his waist even more and raised his chest. His loose plain clothes became loose, revealing his fair chest.

Yun Zhihe remained silent.

His lower lip was slightly shiny, making his lips look rosy, and the boy's handsome face was stained with a light blush, which was particularly captivating.

His voice was hoarse.

"Sister Zhihe..."

Yun Zhihe had been thinking deeply, feeling depressed, and refused to look down at his eyes again.

He called her again, his voice low and hoarse, with a long ending.

"...Look down at me."

Yun Zhihe suddenly dropped his eyes in shock.

See his chest, his loose plain clothes, his face, his smile.

He hooked his fingertips lightly, loosened the belt, and slid the clothes down.

She saw the red cherries faintly visible through the clothes, dotted on the fair skin.

It's very beautiful.

Yun Zhihe glanced away quickly.

Her already dizzy mind suddenly exploded and the tips of her ears turned red.

"T-Prince..."

Xuanyuan He leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowed and his throat trembling.

He touched the woman's fingers and was dazed by the sudden warm touch.

He spoke in a hollow voice, his red lips moving slightly.

"...I want you."

"Bang bang—"

Such empty words were suddenly shattered by the crisp knock on the door, making it difficult to hear them, accompanied by Qingzhu's clear voice.

"Madam Yun, I have boiled the water. It's time to bathe and change clothes."

Yun Zhihe suddenly woke up, and her mind, which had been dizzy due to the cold, became a little clearer. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed Xuanyuan He's collar to block the view.

He spoke in a hoarse voice to Qingzhu who was outside the door.

“…Wait a moment.”

Qingzhu heard the hoarseness in her voice, paused, and closed his eyes.

When a man wears loose clothes and goes to a woman's room at night, his intentions are naturally obvious.

He knew Xuanyuan He's purpose better than anyone else.

...It's extremely disgusting.

Xuanyuan He's eyes darkened for a moment, and the corners of his lips pursed down. He no longer had the same look as before, and suddenly became violent.

...unfunny things.

I'll kill you sooner or later.

He knew that this would not work, and pitiful tears filled his eyes. He choked and said, "Sister Zhihe, I, I'm wearing clothes..."

Shy and ignorant.

"...How did it fall?"

He seemed at a loss, his eyes were red, his shoulders were shaking and he covered his chest.

"What should I do? I don't know how to tie a belt."

Yun Zhihe paused and took a deep breath. Qingzhu at the door was about to come in, and if he didn't let him tidy up his clothes, it would damage the prince's reputation if someone saw him.

She whispered, "Your Highness, I'm sorry for being so intrusive."

She lowered her head and reached out, picked up the belt and tied it around his slender and soft waist. Every time her fingertips touched his waist and abdomen, it would cause him to tremble. He would purse his lower lip, and his eyes would sparkle.

Poor tight.

Yun Zhihe calmed down, closed his eyes, cleared his mind, tied his belt for him, and turned around with a red face.

She just thought it was an accident and didn't want to ruin his reputation.

The prince's marriage should be carefully selected, with all kinds of benefits involved. Even though she had just seen his body, she could not ask for his hand in marriage directly.

The two of them could only pretend that nothing had happened.

"Your Highness, this matter is not for outsiders to know."

Yun Zhihe's ears turned red as he gave these instructions.

Xuanyuan He pursed his lips and nodded.

After the two of them had tidied up, she called Qingzhu in.

Qingzhu looked at her for a moment, then raised her eyes and smiled faintly, "Your Highness, Madam Yun is about to take a bath. Could you please step aside for a moment?"

Yun Zhihe was dizzy at the moment and didn't understand the impoliteness in his words.

Besides, it was Azhi who helped her bath on weekdays.

Xuanyuan He understood the meaning of his words, sneered, and looked down at him with a slightly arrogant look.

"……nature."

There was a mixture of light and darkness between the two people's eyes, and as they passed each other, their smiles disappeared in an instant.

…

The sky was bright, Yun Zhihe had recovered from her cold, and she walked to the execution ground.

Her steps were firm and slow, and her face was calm.

The sun was scorching hot at the execution ground, and the executioner was sharpening his knife.

The Jining witch who was tied in the middle groaned in pain, while Butler Liu curled up on the ground, covered with wounds.

The cause of the riot has been found out. It was led by the Jining witch, and Butler Liu shouted and asked the crowd to surround Liu Yu, just to take revenge on the head of the Liu family.

The head of the Liu family fainted several times due to crying, and his hair turned white overnight. Now he came tremblingly on crutches, his body weak.

She had already sent people to torture Butler Liu, using all kinds of punishments to make his life worse than death.

The head of the Liu family cried until his voice was hoarse. He bowed to Yun Zhihe weakly, his face expressionless.

It's all retribution.

If it was retribution...why didn't he take revenge on her, but on her innocent and kind-hearted young son?!

Not even a complete corpse was left!

This is ridiculous! Why would you hurt her child if you could just cut her into pieces?

The head of the Liu family trembled, gasped a few times, and could no longer control his emotions.

"Home, head of the family..."

The servants beside her hurriedly supported her, and the male relatives were also crying quietly, especially Liu Yu's father, who fainted upon hearing the bad news and did not wake up for several days.

"Don't cry—!"

Although the head of the Liu family was weak, he forced himself to roar, his face flushed red.

Her husbands were frightened by her sudden thunderous voice and stopped crying.

They also watched Liu Yu grow up. The child was extremely kind-hearted, so how could they not like him?

How can I not cry if I don’t feel heartbroken?

"No one is allowed to cry! Today is the day when the thieves will cut you into pieces!" She raised her crutch tremblingly, and squeezed out words from her hoarse voice, roaring orders.

"Smile! Smile! Let my child in heaven return home with peace of mind!"

The Liu family suppressed their grief and raised the corners of their mouths grimly.

Yun Zhihe paused, bowed to her, then walked up to the execution platform and tore open the cloth that the Jining witch was biting.

The Jining witch screamed in horror, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't torture me to death—"

She curled up and trembled as she tried to crawl to Yun Zhihe, tears streaming down her face.

Lingchi was a serious matter and needed to be reported to the imperial court for approval before the execution could be carried out.

Yun Zhihe did not wait for the court's reply and took the matter on herself, even though she would be accused by others and punished by the emperor after returning to the court.

Being cut into pieces is the fate of these scums.

The Jining witch was trembling with fear. She had thought that she would take revenge, teach Madam Xiaoyun a lesson, kill the county magistrate, and then become her high and mighty witch again and rule Longcheng.

But I didn't expect that the mob was full of useless people.

Butler Liu ruined her plan!

She only roared once and the desperate mob surrounded Liu Yu. They fought for Liu Yu's body, pushing and fighting each other, and were completely defeated.

The Jining witch's eyes were filled with resentment and hatred.

Damn Butler Liu!

She looked at the high-ranking Yun Zhihe in a flattering manner, her face filled with begging for perfection. "Master Xiaoyun, I didn't hurt anyone. It was those mobs who killed people! They forced me to be their leader. I am, I am innocent."

"Those were the victims of the foolish mob. There's no blood on my hands... Please look carefully..."

Yun Zhihe sneered, with a mocking smile on the corner of his lips.

Cold and superior.

She took a step back to avoid the approach of the Jining witch.

"My lord, my lord...!"

The Jining witch was horrified by her avoidance.

The white robe fluttered, no longer gentle, but indifferent and cold.

She turned around, slowly walked towards the high seat next to her, raised her hand, and said, "...Execution!"

“Mmmmm…”

"No! No!!! I was wrong. Please, sir, spare my life!"

Butler Liu and the Jining witch twisted their bodies to avoid the executioner's touch, roaring, struggling and screaming desperately.

They were put on the rack.

The executioner walked forward with his knife raised, and every step was accompanied by screams of despair.

The head of the Liu family stared at him intently.

One knife.

The voice sounded like a pig being slaughtered, extremely painful.

Yun Zhihe closed his eyes, concealing his emotions, and stared at the bleeding wound.

The meat fell.

The second knife.

Geng's miserable voice rang out, echoing throughout the county government office.

“Haha ...

The head of the Liu family suddenly started laughing. She looked up to the sky and howled, laughing non-stop.

"My son, my son! Your great revenge has been avenged—!"

“Hahahahahahaha…”

"The net of heaven is vast and wide, nothing can escape it!"

She began to cry, tears streaming down her face, and muttered to herself.

"The net of heaven is vast and wide, nothing can escape it..."

"It's my fault... Why, why did I let you suffer..."

"If you want to take it, take this old woman's life, wuwu... My son Ayu... what sin have you committed..."

Crying blood.

Yun Zhihe closed his eyes, his fingertips trembling, his heart and emotions broken.

The third knife.

The screams for mercy became more and more deafening, and the two of them turned from crying to cursing, speaking without thinking.

“Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go, Yun Zhihe! Ahhhhh——!”

"Master Liu, I was wrong! Please spare my life, wuaaaaa——"

The fourth knife.

The screams gradually became weaker, and an atmosphere of despair filled the air.

Yun Zhihe took a deep breath and continued to stare at the flesh and blood.

She can't close her eyes, she can't escape!

The fifth knife, the sixth knife...

The sun began to set, the cries had faded, and the rotting flesh was cut into a bloody mess.

Pieces of flesh and blood were cut off, and some of the male members of the Liu family were so scared that they trembled and cried incessantly. Only the head of the Liu family looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes, his body hunched over.

She collapsed weakly.

As night fell, the head of the Liu family chuckled, "Great revenge must be avenged..."

...passed out.

The execution lasted from noon to dusk, and the sky was filled with rosy clouds, which looked like blood flowing in the distance.

Yun Zhihe stood up, his whole body stiff. The tip of his nose was filled with the strong smell of blood and a skeleton with flesh and blood exposed in the middle of the stage.

"The sinner is dead?"

She asked in a hoarse voice.

The executioner nodded, the knife in his hand still dripping with black blood.

Yun Zhihe closed her eyes and left. She followed a group of people to the county prison.

The prison was eerie, and she stood at the door of the building and stared for a long time.

Azhi beside him lowered his eyes, his fingertips trembling, he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Then Yun Zhihe spoke hoarsely.

"Today is Liu Yu's seventh day."

Her expression was indifferent yet compassionate. She pointed to the prison in front of her, her throat trembling slightly, "All those in the mob who harmed the palace soldiers and Liu Yu will be imprisoned here."

"Seven days in total."

Yun Zhihe bit his lower lip, then forced himself to let go. His voice was hoarse, and he almost squeezed out each word.

“…I haven’t asked anyone to bring them food.”

There was a slight choke in her voice.

This is how she is as an official serving the people, this is how she saves the world, this is how she cares for the people.

Unable to bear the unwillingness, they all went crazy.

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, without saying a word, and Azhi's eyes were filled with tears.

She pursed her lips to prevent the tears from falling, and a sob choked her throat.

Yun Zhihe looked up and saw that the sunset glow had been swallowed up by the buildings in the distance. The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, quietly casting its moonlight on the world.

"There are extremely vicious people inside, digging out Liu Yu's flesh and blood for a ridiculous curse."

She chuckled, faint and quiet.

After a long silence, he spoke again.

"Inside," she still refused to lower her head, and looked stubbornly at the bright moon in the distance. Someone else lit a fire, and the flames were bright.

"There are also fathers who are eager to save their children from the pain of illness..."

"...I know my sins well, and am willing to die to atone for them, to cut my flesh for flesh, and to shatter my head."

Everyone lowered their heads and stood still.

Azhi's tears continued to fall, drops landing on the ground.

She choked up when she heard it.

Although Yun Zhihe's voice was calm and light, she could hear great sadness in it.

Tears can't stop flowing.

"There are also... filial sons with compassion for their mother's illness..." Yun Zhihe closed his eyes, but tears still fell.

“…raise the knife towards others.”

Yun Zhihe picked up a torch from someone else.

He spoke again, "Also, newlyweds, spare your husband the pain of tearing other people's flesh."

"There was a little beggar, heartbroken over her sister's illness, so she carefully stole away and tore off a piece of her flesh."

She walked forward, looked at the dark doorway, and closed her eyes.

"It's all because of a lie told by a Jining witch that they've gone mad, crazy, selfish, and ignorant."

"It's sad and pitiful...it's pitiful."

Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were red and tear-stained.

"Miss……"

Azhi finally couldn't hold back her tears. She opened her lips and closed them again, but she still started to scream and wanted to rush forward.

"Miss, please don't—!"

But the torch in Yun Zhihe's hand fell down.

"Bang——"

The fire spread all of a sudden, raging flames surged and roared into the sky like an angry dragon.

In an instant, the lights were bright and flames were raging.

The prison was suddenly engulfed in flames, standing out in the darkness.

Azhi collapsed and covered her face and cried. As a grown-up girl, how could she be so unbearable as to cry in public?

Can……

But these are the people that her wife loves!

Her wife is willing to establish her mind for the world and her life for the people. She has had the desire to save the world and become an official since she was young. Her eyes are bright and the fire is as new as new!

This is her wife... My beloved...

Azhi burst into tears.

“Wuwuwua ...

She was killing her own kindness, she was forcing herself to kill a prison mob, she was forcing herself not to be afraid!

She used the hands that saved people from danger to personally kill the people she had saved!

She was crying, but her back was still straight. She was Madam Xiaoyun, she was the magistrate of Yun County. She could only do this, and she should not hesitate.

Can……

It shouldn't be like this.

Azhi didn't know why it turned out like this.

Her practice of medicine to save the world, her dawn of prosperity, her famous minister in dreams, her heart for the world, her destiny for the people.

Burning her.

Hotter than the fire before it.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwua ...

She cried heart-wrenchingly, but she felt that Madam Yun was suffering more than her.

She was crying, tears streaming down her chin, but her face was expressionless.

She uses fire to overcome disasters, and she uses fire to burn her heart.

Her white dress was tinged with coldness and determination, and she stood in front of the fire without fear.

The spreading flames burned the hem of her clothes, like sin, burning her soul.

She is like that.

Madam Xiaoyun, who was as gentle as the breeze and bright as the moon, had her sins burned all over her body.

...and will continue to do so.

The author has something to say:

The last monologue of He Zong was not a saintly one, but a mixture of hatred, unwillingness, helplessness and pain. They had their own difficulties, but they were not reasons to hurt others. Their crimes were unforgivable and their ending must be death. The sin was that she burned a group of people to death with her own hands. Those people were not innocent. She bore the sin of arson and murder with the hands that wrote (I don’t know what I am talking about).

I really don't like writing such a brain-burning and heartbreaking career line. I want to go back to Beijing as soon as possible to watch the dog men compete and pull each other's hair out of jealousy. I really want to write about the dog men being jealous and angry and having to pretend in front of Mr. He. Ah, I'll go back to Beijing in the next chapter.

The prince is a pure green tea yandere style

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