"Is he the orphan of the Zhao family?" Tu Anjia asked urgently.
The old minister Gongsun Chu was covered in whip marks and bloodstains. Tears welled up in his upright eyes. He didn't know where the pain was. He tried hard not to look at Cheng Ying, as if he couldn't withstand the severe torture and resignedly bowed his head.
"Good!" Tu Anjia, who was eight feet tall with a broad back and a muscular build, and with a gloomy face, looked like a mountain eagle with too much muscle. He drew his sword and chopped down at the baby in the soldier's hand.
Cheng Ying's heart was burning, but she still held back. Suddenly, a cold-faced young man appeared, disappeared immediately after appearing, and reappeared holding the baby and walking to Cheng Ying's side.
The Yinshan Ghost King also revealed his form, and asked in surprise, "It's fake, why are you taking it seriously?"
"Fake your mother."
"These are your words."
“Talk about your mother.”
Fang Zong glared and said, "I'm happy to!"
Yinshan Ghost King: "..."
Fang Zongcai didn't bother with the Yinshan Ghost King. Although he had regained much of his humanity, the Yinshan Ghost King still couldn't understand the more complex aspects of human nature. He didn't care about the princess and Han Jue because they were doing it willingly; frankly, it was their business, not hiss to interfere.
Babies are different. Babies who are not even a month old don't understand anything. Why would they want to die for no reason?
"Seeing Cheng Ying, my heart felt like it was being poured with hot oil, and I dared not shed tears in front of anyone. Behind his back, I pinched him, and for no reason, I cut off my own flesh and blood three times..." Fang Zong sang a line from the opera with a smile, and when he looked at Cheng Ying, his dark eyes faintly carried a hint of murderous intent.
He knew Cheng Ying's pain; this heart-wrenching inner conflict was more shocking than any external conflict. But no matter what, even if Cheng Ying was a father and willing to sacrifice anything to save the Zhao family orphan, he had no right to sacrifice his own son's life.
You gave birth to the child, and then you let the child die for your noble cause. I admire you, but... I also want to chop you up!
"Who are you? Guards! Guards!" Tu Anjia shouted angrily, opening his mouth to call for help. He had only called out twice when a large number of soldiers rushed in and were burned to ashes.
Fang Zong didn't care about Tu Anjia's fear and anger at all. He teased the baby in his arms with his finger and asked with a smile, "Cheng Ying?"
“It’s me.” Cheng Ying looked calmly at Fang Zong.
His eyes seemed to see only Fang Zong, not the Yinshan Ghost King who was with Fang Zong, nor Tu Anjia who had collapsed beside him: "Why did you save my child? You didn't save the princess, you didn't save Han Jue, why did you save my child? Didn't you say it was a lie? Why did you take it seriously?"
"Because I'm unhappy."
"You're a brute."
"I'd love to!"
After uttering these few words, the Yinshan Ghost King beside him burst into laughter, seemingly unintentionally blocking the entrance to the hall.
It was actually Cheng Ying?
Is the vengeful spirit Cheng Ying?
He thought Fang Zong was being reckless, but he didn't expect to find Yuan Mei so easily. But why would Yuan Mei admit that he was Yuan Mei? If Cheng Ying continues to act, they will really have a hard time finding each other.
Cheng Ying finally glanced at the Yinshan Ghost King and said to Fang Zong, "You saved my child, so I don't want to play hide-and-seek with you anymore. Fang Zong, I knew you were here the moment you came in, and I wanted to kill you, but you said, 'It's fake, why take it seriously?' I was curious when you would take it seriously, but I didn't expect you to take it seriously at a time like this."
There's a saying in my hometown: 'Children are innocent.'
"But you saved one, yet harmed tens of thousands."
"Save one first, then we'll see about the rest. If we don't save any, how can we claim to save tens of thousands?"
"You're funny."
Suddenly, Cheng Ying stretched out his hand, and Tu Anjia, who was facing his palm from afar, was blown into a skeleton by a gust of cold wind.
He stared intently at Fang Zong one last time, then suddenly pierced through the roof, turning into a shimmering point of light and disappearing without a trace.
"Seeing Cheng Ying, my heart felt like it was being poured with hot oil, and I dared not shed tears in front of anyone. Behind his back, I pinched him, and for no reason, I cut off my own flesh and blood three times..." In Cheng Ying's mansion, such a play suddenly rang out, one line after another.
The tone was hurtful; it was a woman's voice.
Cheng Ying's wife, Lady Leyang, looked at her husband with an infant in her arms and said without raising her head, "Husband, was that really how you felt at the time? You could be so heartless as to let our own flesh and blood die, watching helplessly as our child was stabbed three times and cut into four pieces. Did your heart really ache?"
Cheng Ying bit her lip hard: "Madam, give up."
He is not the vengeful spirit; the real vengeful spirit is his wife.
Long ago, he became a spirit ghost, serving in the Ghost Killing Team, and was given the title of True Lord Regret. Upon hearing that the "Orphan of Zhao" had become the Youye Illusionary Realm, he was the first to arrive, not hesitating to attack his former comrades, resulting in one of them being killed and the other injured.
He had abandoned his loyalty and righteousness, but when Fang Zong saved his 'child,' his cold and hardened heart began to tremble.
"Madam, give up. Even if the Youye Illusionary Realm matures, even if it harms the Eastern Kingdom, our child will only become a more wicked Asura than you. Fang Zong is right, we gave birth to the child, but we have no right to choose the path he will take in the future." Cheng Ying knelt on the ground. "I was wrong back then, I shouldn't have chosen to die for loyalty and righteousness for our child. You are wrong now too, you shouldn't have chosen for our child to become a wicked Asura feared by the world, who can only devour life to survive!"
"You know you're wrong? I thought my husband would never know he was wrong."
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