In that year, the Great Sui Dynasty was ravaged by bloodshed.
Relatives, brothers, and friends have all become cold corpses.
Those uncles and elders who held him up, carried him, and told him about the scenery of the desert and the glorious Sui Dynasty were all decapitated, and their bodies could not even be found intact.
The father led his troops in a bloody battle against the enemy and tore open the palace gates.
He cried out as he saw his father standing in a pool of blood, protecting the terrified little princess as they retreated step by step.
That's what he thought back then.
Why fight wars?
Why did so many people die?
But now, what they seek is not a peaceful life, but revenge, restoration of their country, and the start of another new battle.
The new...bloodshed.
He put the mechanical bat into his sleeve, stood up, and dusted himself off.
"Let's hurry on our way and leave the territory of the Great Zhou as soon as possible."
...
The night is filled with the ripples of light.
Inside the deathly silent prison of the Jingzhao Prefecture, Qin Run, curled up in the withered grass, suddenly twisted his body abnormally a few times and abruptly opened his eyes.
Those eyes turned blood red.
Cold, murderous, devoid of warmth.
He slowly stood up and walked step by step toward the prison door.
In the opposite cell, Qin Gong, who was getting up in the middle of the night, saw this scene and immediately shouted, "My dear grandson, what are you doing? Stop making trouble, or they'll torture you again. Minglang and the Su family will definitely save you; you are a prince."
Since Qin Run was brought in, the Qin family patriarch has seen hope.
He's the prince's grandfather, so he'll definitely be released soon.
He kept trying to persuade him, when Qin Run suddenly slammed his head against the prison door.
The sturdy prison door snapped open with a crack.
The Qin family elder was so frightened that his mouth dropped open.
Hearing the commotion, the jailer rubbed his sleepy eyes and grumbled as he came over.
"Who's making a scene again? Are they asking for trouble?"
Qin Run stood at the prison gate, head down, his body stiff.
Upon seeing him, the jailer immediately drew his whip in displeasure.
"It's you again! Haven't you had enough of this whipping yet? Still hoping someone will come to your rescue? What a pipe dream... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Run suddenly sprang up and pounced on him with an uncanny speed. Her body, smaller than his, moved like a nimble monkey, and with a hiss, bit into his neck.
The jailer screamed and struggled, and several other jailers ran over upon hearing the noise.
Qin Run looked up, his mouth full of blood, and roared at the group, scaring them so much that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.
They watched helplessly as Qin Run sped away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
The group realized what had happened and immediately went to check on the prison guard who had been bitten.
Upon closer inspection, I was immediately startled.
From the wound on the jailer's neck, thin black lines were seeping out and spreading rapidly in all directions.
His limbs were also twitching incessantly and strangely.
The group was so frightened that they quickly held him down.
At the same time, send someone to inform Liu Ruzhi.
Liu Ruzhi was working in the study of the yamen when she was woken up just as she fell asleep.
In such a hurry, I didn't even have time to put on my outer coat.
They rushed into the cell with the constables and were shocked to see the jailer, who was completely insane and had been bound by iron chains.
At this moment, the jailer's entire body was covered in black lines, and there wasn't a single good spot on him.
Its eyes were bloodshot, and it kept shouting with its mouth open.
The sound was unusually harsh and terrifying.
Liu Ruzhi ordered strict guarding and added more constables to stand guard at the prison gate before leading the other constables out.
"We must find Qin Run no matter what. We absolutely cannot let a death row inmate escape from our prison."
The constable said urgently, "Sir, curfew has already been imposed. If so many of us go out, we might run into the patrolling soldiers."
Liu Ruzhi rarely lost her temper.
"Then tell them the truth, and also about Qin Run's danger. It concerns the security of the capital, and they won't refuse to cooperate."
"Go quickly. I need to go to the palace to ask for instructions. Remember not to get into conflict with the patrolling soldiers, just tell them the truth."
As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled off his waist tag and handed it to the head constable.
...
In the Ninth Prince's Mansion,
Jiang Qingwan had a nightmare; the pervasive smell of blood woke her up in agony.
She found herself being held in Mo Yunhan's arms.
The man was a light sleeper; he woke up as soon as she moved.
She lowered her head and gently rubbed her chin against it.
"What's wrong? Were you dreaming?"
Jiang Qingwan hummed in agreement.
He raised his hand and pushed it.
"Let go of my hand, I want to get up."
Mo Yunhan was not happy about it, so he turned to the side and poked her neck.
"Do you need to use the restroom? I'll go with you."
Jiang Qingwan silently rolled her eyes at him.
"If you don't let go, I might use a talisman."
Mo Yunhan gave her a light bite.
"A heartless woman."
After saying that, he obediently let go.
Jiang Qingwan got up, put on a cloak, and went out.
Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were few; the night was vast and desolate.
She looked up and stared for a long time.
A dark, ambiguous light flashed in his eyes.
Seeing her stargazing, Mo Yunhan followed her out.
He stood behind her and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Qingwan didn't struggle and continued to look at the starry sky.
After a long pause, he said, "Blood mist, large swaths of blood mist are condensing in the sky above the capital. It's very strange."
Mo Yunhan looked up and glanced at it as well.
Although he had the blessing of magical artifacts, his cultivation was still shallow.
I couldn't see anything clearly, except that there seemed to be a thin layer of fog over the starry sky, making it difficult to see anything.
But there was no red blood mist.
But if Jiang Qingwan said it, then it must be true.
"What does the blood mist represent?"
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