My stamina, which I could barely maintain, was gradually drained away, and my vision became increasingly blurry.
As Song Ting plummeted downwards once more, countless illusions appeared before her eyes—
He seemed to see countless corpses, endless streams of crimson blood, and Chu Huaixu, gripping a dagger and plunging it into his heart without hesitation, his expression filled with undisguised disgust…
Then there's Chu Huaixu, who, after falling into misfortune, becomes deeply entangled in the mortal world.
Dressed in red, she was surrounded by waves of patrons, each with an extremely ugly face, their eyes filled with ill intent or wanton mockery.
Those gazes cut through Chu Huaixu's dignity like sharp blades, breaking his pride inch by inch.
That little noblewoman, raised by the late emperor with the resources of the entire nation, was tormented and humiliated by those creatures worse than pigs and dogs...
Across the vast expanse of time, Song Ting stared into the eyes of the boy who had repeatedly escaped and been caught again and again. Her heart clenched painfully, shattering into pieces.
"That's enough, sir. Let's stop here. He's not the only miracle doctor. Let's go find someone else..."
"Yes, sir, there are always other ways. Don't beg him anymore. He's doing this on purpose. Don't believe him!"
Two voices admonishing him seemed to come from a great distance, but they were indistinct and unclear.
But Song Ting's consciousness gradually returned. He touched his face with his wet hands, which were mixed with rainwater and blood, and stood up again...
"My lord." After a while, Qi Zhou also called out to him.
Song Ting turned her head, a strange smile playing on her lips: "Even you have to advise me?"
"Your subordinate wouldn't dare," Qi Zhou said. "Your subordinate only wanted to remind you that the mountaintop is already visible."
The rain was so heavy that visibility was completely reduced to just a few meters, let alone the mountaintop.
Song Ting followed his gaze, looked ahead, and smiled, "Yes, I know..."
The mountain road was long and the rain was pouring down. Song Ting relied on the thoughts in her heart to support herself and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but the rain gradually subsided, and he finally saw the thatched hut on the mountaintop.
He was already swaying precariously, on the verge of collapsing at any moment. But he held the memorial tablet tightly in his arms.
It took him a long time to walk a distance of just a few steps.
"Sir," he finally collapsed beside a pair of muddy feet, his gaze laboriously sweeping upwards to meet Yan Qingshan's eyes, "I've arrived..."
The whole world was blurred, upside down, and shattered in the heavy rain. Song Ting finally couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood from her throat!
The guards' expressions changed instantly: "My lord!"
...
Chu Huaixu carefully cleaned the wounds of the person on the bed, removing the scabs and rotten, white flesh bit by bit.
The man returned about an hour before the incense stick had burned. At that time, Chu Huaixu had already eaten dinner and was reading a storybook in his room. Xiao Wu hurriedly knocked on his door and called out to him.
Chu Huaixu pushed open the door and went out, only to see the guard with an expression that looked like his master was about to die.
Before he could ask, he saw that the man named Qi Zhou had someone on his back. Qi Zhou apologized to him and quickly squeezed into the house.
The mangled, bloodied figure on his back was none other than Song Ting.
"Our master is really going to die." Chu Huaixu really wanted to clap his hands and cheer.
He was eager to know who had the ability to do such a thing to the famous Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, so he interrogated the two guards many times.
But those two guys were like stubborn mules, determined not to utter a single word.
Chu Huaixu was so angry that he almost threw the half-dead commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard out.
"Hmm..." The process of removing the rotten flesh was not pleasant, and the unconscious person would occasionally let out a few painful groans from his throat.
His face was deathly pale, and he was trembling all over.
He seemed to feel cold, and layers of cold sweat soaked through the clothes he had just changed into.
His eyes were closed, and his wet face looked as if it had been soaked in water.
A deep crease ran between his brows, and it furrowed even more tightly with each muffled groan.
The last bit of blood clots was cleaned off, and the water in the copper basin was stained bright red, almost turning into a basin of blood.
Chu Huaixu's gaze lingered on Song Ting's face for a long time before slowly falling on the pile of clothes that had been taken off on the ground.
I didn't have time to notice it in the rush just now, but now that I look closely, I find a plain-colored brocade pouch among the pile of clothes.
Chu Huaixu took the item in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it, discovering that it contained a jade pendant.
That jade wasn't top-quality; its color was average, and it wasn't pure or translucent enough, containing many impurities. It was something that Chu Huaixu wouldn't have given a second glance to before.
However, the character "Chu" was crookedly engraved on the jade pendant.
Without much thought, Chu Huaixu quickly recognized it as his jade pendant.
It was a birthday gift that Song Ting gave him on his birthday.
Later, he was robbed by some bandits on Mount Fuyao. His blood was still on his clothes.
He was somewhat surprised that Song Ting would carry such a thing with her.
This was extremely dangerous for the high-ranking commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If the brocade pouch were to be discovered by someone with ulterior motives, Song Ting would face certain death.
Chu Huaixu held the jade pendant in his hand and turned to look at the person on the bed.
To treat the wound and apply medicine, Chu Huaixu originally had the person lie on their back, but now he changed it to a supine position.
Perhaps because of the pain, his body curled up helplessly, his breathing weak and labored, even somewhat intermittent.
Because it was so faint, even the rise and fall of the chest was barely noticeable.
"Young Master." Her face was pale and bluish, her teeth clenched tightly and trembling, yet she kept squeezing out his name, "Huai Xu..."
This is an even more heinous crime punishable by death.
As long as Chu Huaixu walks out of this door, he can pull in any civil or military official, or even just a maid or a eunuch.
As long as they see this jade pendant and hear Song Ting's murmurs.
This person is doomed.
But Song Ting cannot die yet.
He needs this person to get revenge.
Chu Huaixu stood by the bed, looking down at the face he hated, resented, and had once loved, and once again thought of their first encounter on Zhuque Street.
Such a thin, dirty little beggar, so pitiful.
But this very person, a bodyguard without even a clean identity, managed to climb over his former master in just five short years.
He was even slightly taller than Zhang Bingzhi.
Chu Huaixu had no way of knowing or guessing how much it would cost to achieve all this.
But there was one thing he knew better than anyone: this person's first step to rising to the top was to tread on the bones of his parents and brothers, and to trample on his love and trust.
A blood feud, never to be forgotten, even in death.
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