The anger accumulated over thousands of days and nights, and the pain of losing his beloved forever, had already warped Yan Qingshan's mind:
"It's simply because you knew Chu Huaixu's special identity and were afraid that my junior brother and I would reveal your whereabouts, so you killed us to silence us after you had used us!"
For the past five years, Yan Qingshan has been tormented day and night by that fire, and his dreams are filled with the image of his junior brother dying with his eyes wide open.
For a long time, he couldn't understand why Song Ting did that.
It wasn't until the following year that Song Tingdong, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, made an eastern tour to Luoyang.
The commander's procession was extremely grand, drawing huge crowds to Chang Le Street, as everyone eagerly wanted to see what this commander from the palace looked like.
Yan Qingshan had no intention of joining in the fun. He just happened to be passing by Chang Le Street that day and happened to catch a glimpse of the figure on horseback from afar through the crowded throng.
That one glance left him frozen in place. He recognized the face on horseback.
News of Prince Duan's rebellion had already spread far and wide, and even toddlers could recite a few rhymes about it, so Yan Qingshan naturally knew about it as well.
He connected the dots and instantly figured out the key to the matter, as well as guessed Huai San's true identity.
Huai San, Huai San.
The third son of the Prince Duan's mansion, who was cherished and pampered by the late emperor.
Unfortunately, he and his junior brother became victims in the struggle for the throne.
But on what grounds?
Why is it that the life of the third young master of the Chu family is precious, but the life of his junior brother is not? Does he deserve to die?
They were powerless and their lives were as worthless as grass. No one took them seriously, so when his junior brother died, he was simply dead, and no one remembered him except him.
But the perpetrators are high above and enjoy the worship of thousands.
Why should we?
Yan Qingshan thought angrily. Since no one cared about their lives, he would start taking control of other people's destinies.
Whether they are wealthy merchants or ordinary people, those whom Yan Qingshan wants to save are people even the King of Hell cannot take away.
Moreover, he had been waiting and gambling. He knew very well the physical condition of the third young master of the Chu family, and that one day he would not be able to hold on.
If that commander is still concerned about the other party, he will definitely try his best to find them.
Once they've found him, this score between them can be properly settled.
As it turned out, his gamble paid off, and the person he was waiting for finally arrived.
That debt from back then can finally be settled clearly.
"Song Ting, debts must be repaid and murderers must pay with their lives. This is the law of nature. What excuse do you have now?" Yan Qingshan's eyes burned with anger.
Song Ting solemnly replied, "I am by no means an ungrateful person. You saved my dear friend, and I am grateful beyond words. How could I possibly repay kindness with enmity and try to kill you?"
"Whether you believe it or not, this was definitely not done by me, sir. There was another reason why we left without saying goodbye back then."
It was Huai Xu who discovered his identity and left in a rage, and he chased after Huai Xu.
They had no idea what happened after they left.
But it's not something I can discuss with Yan Qingshan in detail. However, he clearly left a note before leaving.
They were supposed to leave that night anyway.
“This matter is a private affair between me and my close friend, and has absolutely nothing to do with you, sir. I swear to God that if I am lying, may I die a horrible death.”
"But if you are willing, sir, I, Song, will certainly investigate the truth of what happened back then and give you an explanation!"
His words were earnest and sincere, but Yan Qingshan still didn't believe him.
"No need!" The latter flicked his sleeve and sneered, "So much time has passed, and now you hold a high position of power. Isn't it up to you to decide right and wrong? What truth can you possibly give me?"
"Moreover, Lord Song, you betrayed the Prince Duan's mansion long ago. How dare you say that you are not an ungrateful person?"
"In my opinion, Lord Song is a venomous snake, even his blood is cold!"
"Song Ting, a person like you deserves to be cut off from all family and friends, abandoned by everyone, and forever condemned to the deepest hell!"
He became increasingly agitated, and before Song Ting could react, the two shadow guards couldn't stand it any longer. Enraged, they drew their swords and shouted at Yan Qingshan, "How dare you!"
Yan Qingshan wasn't afraid of Song Ting himself, so why would he be afraid of Song Ting's subordinates? He barely even spared a glance for them.
His gaze was fixed on Song Ting: "Lord Song, even if you talk until you tear a hole in the sky, I will not believe a single word you say."
"Whether it's to prove my innocence or to find out the truth, we can put those aside for later. Right now, I only have one request: if Lord Song can grant it, then I might as well meet the third young master of the Chu family."
"But if Lord Song cannot comply with my request, even if I am torn to pieces, I will never yield."
"I will never repeat the mistakes I made before. I will never make the same mistakes again."
"Since saving him is the same as not saving him, I might as well die with the brilliant young master Chu. That would be a good choice."
"On the road to the underworld, it's good to have him keep my junior brother company. My junior brother used to like him quite a bit."
Song Ting hated nothing more than hearing someone curse Chu Huaixu, but now that he was under her roof, she could only suppress her anger.
Moreover, there seemed to be room for maneuver, so he immediately pressed, "Please speak, sir!"
Yan Qingshan's gaze towards him held a hint of inquiry, and a strange smile played on one corner of his lips:
"Song Ting, you have already been poisoned by me. If you don't get the antidote within a day, you will suffer the excruciating pain of being eaten away by thousands of poisonous insects. Why don't you ask me for the antidote first?"
Most people would be horrified upon hearing this, but Song Ting's expression remained completely unchanged:
“Mr. Song used to be a drug user, and your poison cannot take his life.”
Yan Qingshan looked at him again, his expression changing.
"To deal with Lord Song, I naturally won't use ordinary poisons."
“Then I, Song, would not have died today, nor at your hands, sir,” Song said upon hearing this.
Yan Qingshan said coldly, "Sir, you seem to have quite a bit of confidence in yourself."
Song said, "I only promised one person that my life belongs to him."
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard before me was the same as before, only his face remained the same, but his demeanor and bearing were completely different.
Only when that person is mentioned does her expression soften unconsciously.
Seeing his appearance, Yan Qingshan couldn't help but think of his beloved who had died tragically, and his anger grew even stronger.
He stared at Song Ting with eyes etched with resentment, and after a long while, his gaze swept past the group and landed at the foot of the mountain:
"A dog that bites its owner and still dreams of becoming a good dog is simply delusional."
"But don't worry, I don't need your life for now, and those weren't real poisons. But I want you to carry my junior brother's memorial tablet and climb up this mountain from the foot of the mountain, performing the ritual of three kneelings and nine prostrations."
"I will go down the mountain with you to see that person only when you kneel at my feet."
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