Bad news: BE.
Ren Xuan took him into the palace late at night.
The door of the imperial study was ajar, the wind blew across the palace lanterns, and the candlelight trembled slightly.
Ren Xuan approached the desk, his eyes fixed on the bright yellow figure, his murderous intent unconcealed: "Zhao Weizhi, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, this man—I want his life."
The emperor behind the desk didn't take it seriously. Qin Shu handed him a list and said calmly, "Add them yourself. We'll execute them all in the autumn."
Ren Xuan remained motionless, his voice cold and hard: "I won't wait until autumn."
His tone lowered an inch: "Tonight."
The emperor then stopped writing, looked up at Ren Xuan, and asked, "Have you found it?"
Ren Xuan replied with a solemn "yes".
The emperor remained silent. He pulled out a blank scroll of imperial edict from his desk and said in a neutral tone, "You are launching an attack late at night. Write carefully and make sure the charges are credible."
Pei Jiming stood aside, looking at the empty scroll with no strokes left. He suddenly felt that the new emperor was a rare and good master for people like them.
Humans are very strange creatures.
When people are about to die, they often burst out with a violence and backbone that they have never had in their entire life.
The Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice was pinned to the ground by the secret soldiers, his face covered in blood, but a sneer was hanging from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes reflected the firelight and Ren Xuan's face, and he laughed wildly like a madman.
"Ren Xuan! Don't you just want to know who framed Lu Jie back then?! Kneel down and kowtow to me! I'll tell you!"
Ren Xuan squatted down and looked at him, his eyes as calm as water.
"More than 300 people in the Lu family died."
"Except Lu Jie—give me three names."
"I'll let you go, how about that?"
The man was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. Besides Lu Jie, no one cared who else died in the Lu family. They were just background figures.
The dungeon of the dark barracks was cold, damp and dark, and the air smelled of kerosene and blood.
Pei Jiming slowly opened the long box, and the metal instruments inside fell to the ground with a crash, making a series of crisp sounds that made one's scalp tingle.
He had specially dressed in white clothes in order to kill people. Pei Jiming couldn't remember how many years ago that rule had been in place. The so-called "teachers" forced them to wear plain clothes and kill people. If blood splashed on their white clothes, they would die.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice lying on the ground had his eyes wide open, his face distorted beyond recognition, and he was struggling frantically with the ropes tied around his body.
"Ren Xuan! I am an imperial official! You—you have no right to lynch me!!"
Pei Jiming waved his hand slightly, and an extremely thin silver needle instantly penetrated the man's throat. The man could still breathe, but could not utter a word.
He tilted his head to look at Ren Xuan: "It's noisy, isn't it?"
Ren Xuan didn't say anything, just walked forward silently and pulled out the silver thorn with his backhand.
"Let him quarrel."
The people on the earth finally realized that they were now in a situation where they were at the mercy of others.
"General Ren! Lord Ren!"
"I don't know—I don't know what I did wrong!!"
"Please spare my life! Give me a chance! I will die with my head cut off in life and with my head chopped off in death! I will repay you with my life a thousand times!"
Ren Xuan lowered his eyes to look at him, his tone calm: "No need, you can just die here tonight."
After he finished speaking, Pei Jiming slowly squatted down.
He asked, "Old Ren, how do you want him to die?"
They are not enemies and have no personal grudges. For them, "killing" itself is like a means of playing tricks.
Ren Xuan didn't say anything.
He stood in the dust, the smell of blood, and rust, the cold wind piercing his bones, the person in front of him was so close—
He seemed to have lost all interest.
This was the murderer he had been looking for for years, a cowardly, two-faced, penniless loser.
This loser spent one thousand and two taels of silver, borrowed three lowest-ranking secret soldiers, and killed seventeen people from the Lu family in front of Lu Jie.
How could such a loser kill his people?!
Ren Xuan squatted down and said coldly, "Master Zhao, there is something I have been thinking about for many years and still can't figure it out. That year, Lu Jie rebelled, and his crime hadn't been determined yet, so why did people in the Lu family start dying?"
The other party's face turned pale instantly: "General! It's Minister Gao... It's all Lord Gao! Gao Qing ordered us to kill the Lu family... to kill Lu Jie's heart!"
Pei Jiming shook his head slowly, his tone as calm as if he was reviewing a paper.
"Gao Qing only said the second half of the sentence."
"How to do it is up to you, Mr. Zhao."
"You killed him."
"The credit goes to you for inviting Gao Qing."
"Now that the matter has come to an end, why bother to refuse?"
The man trembled all over. "General Ren! Please understand! That bastard Gao Qing was demanding a confession... I had no choice... Even in the end, I didn't hurt Minister Lu in the slightest!!"
Ren Xuan looked down at him and suddenly smiled: "Is Lu Jie's life so valuable?"
Why is it that every time he interrogated someone, he always mentioned Lu Jie?
More than 300 people died in the Lu family, and Lu Jie was clearly the last one to die and the one who died the most happily.
He slowly opened his mouth: "Gao Qing, I killed him. I killed all 700 members of the Gao family. Since there is no evidence after they are dead—"
Ren Xuan's gaze swept over the man, cold as water, and every word pierced his heart: "Master Zhao, go ask Gao Qing for an explanation yourself."
Pei Jiming didn't wait for Ren Xuan's next words.
He stood up, bent down, and picked up a hook blade. A very faint metallic sound came from the pile of iron.
Screams followed.
Like torn cloth, sharp, noisy and annoying.
Ren Xuan stood there, he didn't move, staring at it without blinking -
Looking at the familiar blood, flowing down from the familiar angle and hitting the ground.
Pei Jiming's moves were clean, steady, capable, and not at all unfamiliar.
The people on the ground rolled around and wailed endlessly.
Ren Xuan didn't feel happy. He even wondered impatiently how long this person could hold on.
How long can he howl?
——Did Shi’an cry too?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Ren Xuan froze.
He tried desperately to suppress the thought, but it grew like a wild vine, inch by inch from his heart.
The more you press, the clearer it becomes.
Images began to emerge by themselves. His Shi'an was in the torture chamber, crying, struggling, and begging in the same way.
That young man who was so cold and almost paranoid.
What was he shouting, he didn't know. Maybe it was his name, maybe it was his.
Ren Xuan's breathing began to become unstable, but he didn't move.
No...his Shi'an wouldn't cry like that, wouldn't shout like that.
So no one knew, so no one could save him.
But it felt like a crack had exploded in his chest, and every time he breathed in, he felt a burning pain.
He was going crazy with pain.
Pei Jiming saw Ren Xuan suddenly rush forward, stretch out his hand and pick up the man covered in blood.
Ren Xuan seemed to want an answer, no matter what.
He saw Ren Xuan opened his mouth almost paranoidly: "How long has he been holding on?!"
"How long did Lu Shian hold on?!"
"Did he... scream in pain? Did he cry?"
"Is there—"
Ren Xuan paused, as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Have you ever called me..."
Ren Xuan gripped the man tightly, his knuckles turning white with force.
The loser was twitching all over, with only intermittent gasps coming out of his mouth, and he couldn't even utter a sound to beg for mercy.
"Old Ren! Don't be like this!" Pei Jiming said urgently: "I told you - don't think about this anymore!!"
But Ren Xuan didn't hear it.
The man in Ren Xuan's hand was twitching, and the loser looked like he was dying of pain.
Ren Xuan snatched the bone knife from Pei Jiming's hand.
Pei Jiming saw the other party use the knife to cut several bloody marks on his arm.
Ren Xuan was familiar with it, it was just a very familiar process.
The flesh rolled over and blood gushed out.
Ren Xuan had a blank expression on his face. He lowered his head to look at the wound, his voice hoarse and dry: "Old Pei, does it hurt...?"
Pei Jiming was speechless. Finally, he shook his head, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "No, it doesn't hurt at all."
His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was almost swallowed by the night: "Hey, Lao Ren, you are crying."
Ren Xuan was stunned, then he raised his hand and rubbed his face.
Ren Xuan stared blankly at the warmth on the back of his hand, as if he was in a trance: "Old Pei, this bone knife of yours is really too painful."
Pei Jiming couldn't utter a word.
They had fought through hundreds of battles...Ren Xuan couldn't withstand the knife edge...Pei Jiming had never seen it before...
Pei Jiming's throat tightened. He saw the other party forcing a smile at him, and said miserably: "I shouldn't have drunk that glass of wine back then... He is a person... who is cold-hearted by nature..."
"Lao Pei, I'm crying..."
Ren Xuan looked like he was about to cry: "How could he bear to...see me like this?"
Pei Jiming never thought of himself as a good person.
But that night, he returned to the garrison and retrieved ten years of old files.
More than 3,000 volumes. All of them are files of the orders seconded from the north in recent years.
The mission details of low-level assassins are not included in the main file. Only the number is recorded, not the names.
But he still searches.
He wanted to give Ren Xuan an answer, even if it was... not that bad.
He asked more than a thousand people from the Northern Guard to search for half a month, but he couldn't find it.
He couldn't come up with an answer, so he wrote a fake one.
He picked out an untouched file from the file closest to that year. The secondment list had a number at the front, the assignment location was vague, and even the details were impossible to find out.
He filled in Lu Shian's name.
He wrote it very seriously, and even wrote a comment at the end: "The body has been buried in the northern suburbs."
Then he folded the file and took it to the imperial city.
Pei Jiming was ultimately unable to send out that file.
That day, he was so engrossed in the white curtains and banners that covered the entire city that he could not recover from his shock for a long time.
His fellow practitioner, who had gone through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was ill for half a month and never got up again.
Ren Xuan, the General Zhenbei of the Daqian Dynasty, died of illness in his residence in the capital.
Buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum.
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Inside the room, Pei Jiming sighed deeply, his brows filled with helplessness: "Your Highness, I definitely can't wake him up."
——In my previous life, I tried it.
Qin Shu tutted his words, feeling something was wrong: "It's so serious, what is Ren Xuan afraid of?"
Pei Jiming shook his head and asked, "Master Lu, is that not possible?"
Fang Xingfei shook his head: "He wasn't in Ren Xuan's dream."
Pei Jiming's heart skipped a beat - oh well - it's over.
As he was speaking, Jiang En rushed in and said shockingly: "Your Highness! My general has woken up!!"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Fang Xingfei raised his eyebrows, a rare look of scrutiny on his face: Someone trapped in the soul spell could break out of the dream so quickly without any external help.
This Ren Xuan is not a simple person.
The little bit of interest and filter that Fang Xingfei had just felt shattered the moment he saw Ren Xuan in person.
In the room, Ren Xuan seemed to have just woken up. He was only wearing a white shirt. He didn't get out of bed. He just hugged the young man sitting on the edge of the bed and cried loudly.
While crying, she kept calling the other person's name, her voice hoarse and trembling.
Ren Xuan hugged him so tightly that Lu Shian even had difficulty breathing. But when he thought that someone like Ren Xuan could cry like this, he must have been really scared.
The young man just put his hand on Ren Xuan's back gently and responded to him in a low voice, over and over again, with great patience.
It was also Lu Shian who first noticed the uninvited guests at the door. The young man whispered, "Hey, Ren Xuan, someone's coming."
Ren Xuanli ignored her and just held the person tightly, continuing to cry without any manner.
Qin Shu raised an eyebrow and decided to be a considerate boss and give his subordinates some personal space: "Let's go to the main hall and wait for him."
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After waiting for half a cup of tea in the main hall, Ren Xuan finally put on his clothes and walked in steadily.
Ren Xuan was always quick to adjust. He clasped his fists and bowed to Qin Shu, his expression calm and composed: "Your Highness."
The look of the man who was howling and clinging to the person just now seemed to have never existed.
Pei Jiming didn't give him a chance: "Old Ren, you've been losing people for half a quarter of an hour. Are you finally done?"
Qin Shu was also very interested. He smiled and said, "Ren Xuan, what did you dream about?"
Ren Xuan coughed dryly and changed the subject: "Your Highness, what do you want to see me about?"
Qin Shu didn't beat around the bush: "Xiyun has been infected just like you. I need you to bring him out."
Ren Xuan was slightly startled: "Me?"
Qin Shu nodded: "Fang Xingfei said it must be someone who appeared in the dream. I can't do that, but Xiyun has you in her dream."
At this point, Qin Shu added, "By the way, Ren Xuan, how did you get out?"
Ren Xuan lowered his eyebrows, compared his own situation, and guessed roughly: "Your Highness, I roughly know where the prince is trapped."
Ren Xuan: "The Yanshi you killed the other day might have reminded the prince of something bad."
If it's that memory...
Ren Xuan turned his gaze towards Fang Xingfei, his eyes unkind: "Second Master, in Prince Lu's dream, it wasn't just me, it was you too, right?"
I give up. This guy wants to slack off again.
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