Chapter 282 Revealing the Truth (Second Update)

Tang Yueshan seemed to realize his lapse in composure and took a step back: "Take care, sister-in-law. If she wakes up tomorrow, I will have someone inform her."

"Thank you for your trouble." Madam Tang nodded slightly and left the room with the help of her maid.

Afterwards, the physician continued to treat Tang Ming, while Tang Yueshan returned to the military camp to interrogate Gu Changqing. Marquis Xuanping also had connections in the military camp, so it was impossible for him to break his promise after losing the bet in the morning.

He didn't torture Gu Changqing, but instead used the worst possible interrogation conditions.

Gu Changqing was taken to a dark room specifically for questioning soldiers convicted of serious crimes. The walls were covered with cold instruments of torture. Perhaps because they had been through too much bloodshed, even though they were wiped clean, they could not hide the nauseating stench of blood.

Do you plead guilty?

“I accept the loss of Tang Ming’s arm.”

"An assassination attempt in the middle of the night?"

"I don't agree, it's not true."

No matter how Tang Yueshan interrogated him, Gu Changqing kept repeating the same few sentences. Even though he had been severely injured by the old Marquis, he could still keep his mind clear, which infuriated Tang Yueshan.

Gu Changqing admitted that cutting off Tang Ming's arm was enough to punish Gu Changqing, but this was not what Tang Yueshan wanted. Tang Ming became half a cripple. Regardless of whether the assassin that night was Gu Changqing or not, everything was caused by Gu Changqing.

If Gu Changqing hadn't injured Tang Ming, how could Tang Ming have been unable to defeat even an assassin? How could he have suffered such a terrible fate?

Gu Changqing will pay a price for this, a huge price!

Bishui Hutong.

After being in a coma for three days, Gu Yan finally woke up.

Yao stayed by his side, sitting on a chair by the bed, her head resting against the bedpost as she fell asleep.

She was already pregnant and prone to drowsiness. These past few days, she had been watching over Gu Yan without taking off her clothes, and she had fallen asleep without realizing it.

Gu Jiao had just changed Gu Yan's IV drip when she turned her head and saw that he had opened his eyes. She said softly, "You're awake? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

Gu Yan shook his head. He felt fine, just a little weak.

He turned his head to look at the room and asked, "Where is this?"

“This way, Uncle-Grandpa,” Gu Jiao said.

When Gu Yan was first brought back, his condition was quite pitiful. In order not to upset Yao Shi, she arranged for him to stay here. Later, when Yao Shi found out, she did not move him around.

Gu Jiao naturally couldn't tell Yao the whole truth; she only said that Gu Yan went shopping by himself, got lost, and fainted.

Gu Yan has a heart condition, which has happened before. Yao Shi didn't suspect anything, but she still felt sorry for Gu Yan and was very worried about him.

Gu Yan turned his head and saw Yao Shi sleeping soundly. He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then heard Gu Jiao say, "I didn't say anything."

Three simple words, seemingly without beginning or end, yet Gu Yan understood them.

Perhaps this is the unspoken understanding between twins.

Relieved, Gu Yan asked again, "How long have I been asleep?"

Gu Jiao touched his forehead and said, "Three days."

“Then…” Something flashed in Gu Yan’s eyes, but he hesitated to speak.

Gu Jiao slowed down the drip rate a bit: "I'll go make you something to eat, how about millet porridge and egg drop soup?"

"All is well," Gu Yan said, lowering his eyes.

Gu Jiao nodded, turned and went out. When she reached the door, she stopped, turned her face slightly to look at the ground beside her, and said, "That bastard has been dealt with. Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you anymore."

You can confidently step into the sunlight.

Gu Yan gave a muffled "hmm".

Gu Jiao wasn't in a hurry to make her younger brother lively and energetic again; some traumas need time to heal.

What Gu Jiao didn't know was that after Gu Yan woke up, the first thing he cared about wasn't actually Tang Ming's disgusting actions. He would care about those things, and it would take a long time to erase them from his heart, but not now.

Now, all he can think about is a name he heard from Tang Ming before he lost consciousness.

Gu Changqing.

As the young master of the Marquis's mansion, he was naturally familiar with this name.

He was actually Gu Changqing...

He thought of those unbearable memories from his childhood.

Because of his weak health, he didn't learn to walk until he was two years old, and he couldn't run around until he was three.

One day, he secretly climbed out of bed during his afternoon nap and went to the small garden of the Marquis's mansion. At that time, a boy in black was practicing swordsmanship in the garden.

The boy looked to be less than ten years old, but he was taller than a ten-year-old. He wielded a long sword that was disproportionate to his size, exuding righteousness and heroic spirit.

That's my older brother.

He knew.

After the boy sheathed his sword, he ran over and said, "Brother, I am Gu Yan. You can call me Yan'er or A Yan! Hmm... Mother calls me Bao Bao. If you like, you can call me that too."

Seeing that he was covered in sweat, he pulled off the small bib around his neck and handed it to him, saying, "Here you go."

The other person didn't answer, their gaze filled with indifference: "I'm not your brother, and you're not my younger brother."

He didn't understand that look in his eyes at the time; he only felt hurt. But when he grew up and thought about it carefully, he realized that it wasn't a wound, but the pain of a knife slicing through his tender little heart.

“You are my brother! You are Father’s son, and I am Father’s son too!”

"But you are not my mother's son, we can never be brothers!"

At the age of three, he was abandoned in the cold wind.

It must have really hurt, because he still remembers it to this day.

But did he give up?

He didn't.

He didn't understand why his father was his brother's father, but his mother wasn't his brother's mother, so he went to ask his father.

Your father said, "Of course he's your older brother, and you're his younger brother too."

Hmm, he knew it!

He was very happy.

But when he turned around, he saw his father rush into his brother's yard, drag his brother out who was practicing calligraphy, and give him a good beating.

"Who gave you permission to bully your brother? If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll break your legs!"

No, don't break my brother's legs!

He rushed over and hugged his father's leg, begging him to stop hitting his brother: "Don't hit my brother, don't hit him... don't hit him!"

His father carried him away, and he looked at his brother kneeling on the ground, his face full of anger and humiliation.

He came to find him.

He roared at him, "Don't come looking for me again! I hate the sight of you! I hate you! I wish you were never in this house!"

He actually wanted to tell him, "Brother, my second and third brothers beat me. They bruised my arm. It hurts so much."

But at that moment, he felt his heart ached more than his arm.

He thought he was different from his two older brothers. He had seen him touch the little rabbit on the ground and save the little bird in the tree. He was such a kind person. He even liked the little bird. He thought he was so cute, so he would definitely like him too.

But he didn't like him, he loathed him, he wished he had never existed.

He offered his heart with utmost sincerity and reverence, only to be discarded like trash in return.

Even so, when his third brother locked him in the dark room, he still longed for him. He desperately hoped that, just once... just once, he could come and protect him...

He was his most beloved older brother...

Later he left, boarding a carriage bound for the mountain villa.

He kept looking back.

He thought that if his older brother could come out and see him, he would feel no more grievances and would not leave. He was not afraid of being bullied by his third and second older brothers.

But he didn't come.

He finally nestled in his mother's arms and burst into tears.

He stayed in the village for ten whole years, and he never got to see him even once. He finally forced himself to accept reality little by little.

He is neither his brother nor his older brother. They share the same father, but they will never have any relationship.

Memories flooded his mind, and Gu Yan closed his eyes.

In the stillness of the night, with a bright moon and few stars, the entire military camp fell into silence.

Gu Changqing sat on the straw mat, not feeling sleepy at all.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, followed by the sound of two bodies falling to the ground.

Gu Changqing's eyes sharpened, a wary glint flashing in them.

The next second, the door to the torture chamber was opened, and more than a dozen cold, hidden weapons shot towards him from head to toe!

This is the kind of shot that will riddle him with bullets!

Gu Changqing suddenly rolled over on the ground, grabbed a straw mat from the wall, and swung his arm to sweep away the hidden weapons. He used a soft but firm force to take down all the hidden weapons. Then, he scattered the straw mat and shot the hidden weapons at the opponent!

The other party seemed to have been prepared, and did not rush to enter the torture chamber. The moment the hidden weapon was fired back, he quickly hid behind the outer wall.

The hidden weapon clattered and sank into the ground outside the torture chamber!

Only then did the other party draw his sword and enter the house to assassinate Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing was wearing chains and shackles on his hands and feet. He raised his hands, used the chains between the shackles to disarm the other person's sword, held the sword in his hand, and fiercely stabbed it into the other person's heart!

He was indeed injured, but in terms of skill, he was still far superior to his opponent.

The masked man in black was just a hair's breadth away from being stabbed by Gu Changqing. He quickly retreated from the torture chamber, but Gu Changqing's shackles were attached to iron rings on the wall, preventing him from getting out.

The man in black stood outside the danger zone, arms crossed, and laughed unrestrainedly: "I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting even when you're injured. No wonder you're called the Cold-Faced Yama, Commander Gu."

"Who are you?" Gu Changqing asked coldly.

The man in black smiled slightly: "I'm here to kill you. Someone paid to have you killed, but it seems I underestimated your strength. I can't kill you tonight, so I'll have to settle for killing your brother instead."

Gu Changqing frowned.

The man in black said slowly, "The patron said that he must take at least one of your lives, otherwise he won't be able to vent his hatred!"

Hatred in one's heart?

Gu Chengfeng and Gu Chenglin haven't made enemies with anyone, so could it be—

Gu Changqing's heart sank. He wanted to ask something more, but the other person had already used his lightness skill and disappeared into the boundless night.

Gu Changqing recalled the other party's mask. The mask looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. The hidden weapons on the ground also had a strange sense of familiarity.

The other party may have really gone to kill Gu Yan, or it may have been a ruse.

Gu Changqing's gaze darkened.

He didn't hesitate for long. He raised his longsword and snapped the chains binding his hands and feet.

He walked out of the torture chamber.

Just then, a soldier who came to relieve the guard arrived outside the torture chamber. He saw Gu Changqing holding a sword and wearing shackles, but the chains were broken. He then looked at the two corpses lying on the ground.

The corpse's blood was everywhere, and blood was dripping from Gu Changqing's sword...

His expression changed: "Commander Gu!"

Gu Changqing frowned but didn't explain. He threw down his sword, thought for a moment, and then knocked the other person unconscious with a palm strike.

There was really no need for that; the other party was too shocked and completely forgot to stop him.

However, if the other party is not knocked unconscious, then the other party is guilty of dereliction of duty.

Gu Changqing went to the stable to fetch his horse and hurried to Chang'an Avenue.

He kept an eye out for anyone following him along the way, and only turned into Bishui Hutong after confirming that he wasn't.

He went directly to the old chief priest.

He rushed into Gu Yan's room.

Gu Yan was soaking his feet in the medicinal decoction prepared by Gu Jiao, with Yao Shi accompanying him.

The two were taken aback when they saw Gu Changqing enter the room looking travel-worn.

Gu Changqing probably had no idea how many days he had been locked in the torture chamber, or how disheveled and frightening he looked. His clothes were stained with blood, and his mouth was bruised from a whipping.

After not shaving for a few days, a faint bluish tinge appeared around my lips.

His eyes, however, shone intensely in the darkness.

Gu Jiao told Yao Shi and her family that Gu Yan had gotten lost and was unconscious. Therefore, Yao Shi did not know that her son had met Tang Ming and had already learned from Tang Ming that he was Gu Changqing.

Madam Yao assumed they were interacting as before, and stood up, saying, "You've come to see Yan'er, haven't you?"

I actually wanted to ask Gu Changqing what was wrong, but I didn't know how to bring it up.

"I'll go check if the medicine is ready," Yao said as she went out.

Seeing Gu Yan's current state, what else could Gu Changqing not understand?

But he didn't regret it; on the contrary, he was relieved.

He was relieved that the other party was scheming against him, rather than actually trying to harm Gu Yan.

Are you... feeling better?

Gu Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Anyone would feel down after going through something like that, so his reaction wasn't strange to Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing thought of the day Tang Ming called his name. Gu Yan seemed to have already fainted at that time, so he probably didn't hear it.

Gu Changqing mustered her courage and came to the bedside, reaching out to touch his forehead as usual.

He was worried that the shackles would be visible, so he covered them with his sleeve.

But just as he was about to touch Gu Yan, Gu Yan, whether intentionally or unintentionally, tilted her head slightly.

(End of this chapter)