30. Deep Friendship
Whether you used me from the beginning or just used me incidentally, it doesn't matter. Once I'm dragged into this pointless war, none of you can escape, and your plans will fall apart, because I will turn the tide. Because I am the one who holds everything in control. Yelü Hong and Juexin are both people I can discard. No one can use my skills to win people over under the guise of love. No one can use warmth to set traps, exploiting my fame and appearance for superficial gain. Since you've dragged me into this, be prepared for battle. I will neither let you leave with your spoils nor let that Juexin fellow revel in his success.
"Feiwu, I have something to do in Jiangnan."
"OK."
Yelü Hong has been incredibly busy lately, so busy he hasn't had time to eat with me or warm my bed. It seems his trip to the Central Plains wasn't to play with me, but rather to cultivate relationships, whether it's that foolish Eighth Prince, those scattered, nameless sects, the demonic sects your Khitan has always been unable to control, or those poison-using cults—they're all targets for your efforts. Although I don't know what your brother's secret letters contained, I can probably guess half of it. The people you met at the restaurant all had identities, just like when you used that idiot Liu Ya to heal those failed spies, or when you single-handedly entered the Shaolin forbidden area—either to steal the Yi Jin Jing or to set fire to it. Stealing the book was to train the Khitan army; if every Khitan warrior were as brave as the Shaolin warriors, the Imperial Guard would have long since crumbled. Burning down the Shaolin's skilled individuals was simply to prevent them from gathering the major sects to resolutely resist the Khitan. After all, these people are passionate and cherish this pristine land of the Central Plains.
I can know so much without leaving my house. Of course, it's fortunate that Yao's coded message was helpful, as the Khitan servants didn't understand the melody in the music.
Under the dim sky, I was a little bored, so I drank some premium Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
I was munching on a steamed bun, feeling utterly bored.
"Feiwu?" An arrogant, uninvited guest strode in, dressed in a yellow robe and followed by a group of people, all of whom appeared to be experts. Before Yelü Hong's men could make a move, he launched his first powerful attack.
“Feiwu, come with me. It’s time for you to see Yelü Hong’s true colors,” Juexin said gloatingly.
"What scheme have you hatched this time?" I raised my eyebrows and glanced at him sideways.
"Guess? Here's a hint: it's related to Uncle Eight." He looked at me with a grin, and it was hard to imagine what kind of vicious heart lay behind that baby face.
“He kidnapped your best friend. Lianxi is so pitiful. The Demonic Sect sold him out, Yelü Hong bought him, Yelü Hong sold him out, and the Eighth Prince bought him. He’s going to be punished tonight. The Eighth Prince is really eager to vent his anger. No matter what poison you gave the Eighth Prince, with his petty nature, he’ll probably take it out on Lianxi tenfold.” Juexin said, holding my hand and pretending to be innocent.
“How can you convince me that it was Yelü Hong who betrayed Lianxi, and not you who interfered?” I looked at him and asked calmly.
"Hehe, you'll find out then. I asked Eighth Prince Uncle to let Yelü Hong watch how your precious Lianxi is played with by a hundred men. With Yelü Hong there, we can watch too, okay?"
"Let's go." I tried my best to control the fire in my heart. Yelü Hong promised me he wouldn't harm my friends, and if you dare to stand by and watch Lianxi be toyed with, I will be your sworn enemy.
Without realizing it, he reached out and touched the purple jade flute in his pocket. A new plan began to take shape in his mind.
As night fell, under Juexin's swaggering leadership, we entered Uncle Ba's Jiangnan villa. Having traveled all day, I was tired and yawned frequently. Juexin looked at me somewhat bewilderedly, as if I didn't care.
Even in the dead of night, the prison cell was still damp, despite it being the beginning of summer. Faintly, pleas for mercy could be heard; it seemed the wronged souls here deserved no pity. Occasionally, the sounds of whips cracking and mocking laughter mingled. No wonder the Khitans could so brazenly invade the Central Plains; you are so utterly depraved, causing widespread suffering, deceiving your superiors and subordinates—how could you expect the Central Plains to become prosperous and strong?
I snorted and followed Juexin through a maze of twists and turns.
"Keep your voice down, the main event is yet to come." We stood behind the dark wall, watching Lianxi weep so bitterly in the center that Hua Rong paled. The Eighth Prince, whom we hadn't seen for days, looked like a timid eunuch, utterly effeminate and disgustingly androgynous. He sat high above, elegantly sipping his finest Maojian tea, setting down his celadon cup, and throwing flirtatious glances at the eager men nearby. Looks like my poison worked; he didn't even know it had this function.
Lianxi clenched his teeth, tears streaming silently down his face. If he had another dagger at that moment, he would have plunged it into his own veins without hesitation. But alas, they didn't even give him a chance to die; their faces were stuffed full of daggers. The lewd men swallowed hard, their bare upper bodies drenched in sweat. Some, unable to bear it any longer, began to groan, masturbating through the fabric.
"Don't worry, since he's your friend, I won't stand idly by." Juexin was clearly smiling smugly, but he still patted my shoulder insincerely to show his concern for me.
I, meanwhile, was intently observing Yelü Hong. The man who had promised not to harm my friend was now frowning, silent and offering no intervention. Perhaps he was in a dilemma, but the Eighth Prince's strong support far outweighed a small, pitying sacrifice. "Eighth Prince, it seems you haven't learned your lesson. Have you forgotten the lesson I, Poison Prince Zi Yan Fei Wu, taught you?" I clicked my tongue inwardly.
"Yelü Hong, don't hesitate any longer. Sacrifice a mere male concubine, and you'll gain the support of my 500,000-strong army," the Eighth Prince said in a childish voice, occasionally touching Yelü Hong's body. Yelü Hong simply frowned and didn't move.
"Begin!" Seeing that Yelü Hong did not stop him, the Eighth Prince gave the order, and the men began to tear open Lianxi's thin clothes. Lianxi struggled desperately, but could not break free from the ten men's groping. He cried even harder.
"..." Juexin felt that his moment to become a hero had arrived, and I stopped him at the right time.
"What are you doing?" Juexin expressed his displeasure with his eyes.
I gave a cold laugh and gestured for him to continue watching.
"I can't feel my legs!" came the scream.
"My hands, my hands, my hands are all bones left. 555~" Crying in pain.
"Ah! Help! My eyes, I can't see! It hurts so much! Your Highness, save me!" came the wailing voice.
"I can't see anymore, I can't hear anymore." A mournful cry.
"555." A pitiful sound of dissatisfaction.
The tongue was broken, or more accurately, rotting. Wrong again, I'm too excited. To be precise, it's rotting. The process is slow and painful. Heh heh, watching it evokes a strange mix of pity and anticipation. I waved my hand, and Juexin collapsed to the ground.
"What's going on?" The Eighth Prince reached out to check.
"I advise you not to touch anything rashly, Eighth Prince. My things, Zi Yan Fei Wu's, are not something you can just casually touch." I smiled seductively and walked out of the darkness.
She cried out of pity, but it was a sound of joy.
The Eighth Prince cried out, but it was a sound of terror.
Yelü Hong shouted out, but it was a passionate yet disgusting sound to me.
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