Chapter 493 My son won't let you get away with this.
Although the jailer had been repeatedly reminded that Pei Tinglan was a special prisoner and that she couldn't be allowed to die or anyone else to approach her, he had no choice but to take out the key and open the cell door while Jiang Chengye was grabbing him by the collar.
Nothing is more important than his life. If this lord were to take his life in a fit of anger, he would only have himself to blame. Could his family possibly seek redress from the Duke of Chu?
The jailer opened the door tremblingly, and Jiang Chengye strode in, standing before Pei Tinglan and looking down at her. Although Pei Tinglan's mind was still foggy, her years of arrogance made her unable to tolerate being looked down upon like this. She struggled to sit up, then tried to stand up again, leaning against the wall, but her broken body couldn't support her, and she fell back down.
"Hmph!" Jiang Chengye sneered, "Pei Tinglan, when you attacked my Chu State Duke's Mansion and tried to kill us, did you ever think that one day you would become a prisoner, stuck in this stinking cell, worse off than a beggar?"
These words pierced Pei Tinglan's heart like knives. She tilted her head back and stared intently at Jiang Chengye with her cloudy eyes. After a while, she said, "So it was you, Jiang Chengye."
She shifted her body, leaning against the mottled wall of the cell. She brushed her disheveled, dry hair aside, then looked up at Jiang Chengye and said, "What are you doing here? Seeking revenge? Then come on, I only have half a life left, how about you take it?"
Her words were anything but arrogant, because the attitude of the prison guards over the past few days had made her realize that as long as her son was the King of Lingnan, and as long as Lingnan existed, they would not dare to let her die.
What she didn't expect was that these words enraged Jiang Chengye. He raised his foot and kicked her hard in the chest. Instantly, her chest felt like it was being stabbed, and then she felt a burning sensation in her throat. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".
A drop of bright red blood fell onto the rough straw mat, spreading into a small dark red stain that seeped down the straw and into the cracks in the mat. The stench of blood mixed with the sour smell in the air made even the furious Jiang Chengye frown.
He stepped forward with a grim face, stomping his foot on Pei Tinglan's head. "Old hag, do you think your son can still protect you? Even if I tear you to pieces, your son won't be able to do anything to me."
"Cough cough cough..." Pei Tinglan's breath was weak, but she still managed to say with all her might, "My son will not let you go, he will not let you go."
Jiang Chengye seemed to have heard a joke, and increased the pressure of his foot, causing Pei Tinglan to scream again. He turned to his attendant and reached out, "Give me the knife."
The attendant walked over with a troubled expression, bent down and stood beside him, whispering, "Master, you can vent your anger, but you can't really let her die. If it causes trouble, who knows how the Duke will punish you..."
Although the attendant's voice was soft, it was clear enough for everyone present to hear. The constable even tilted his ear, wanting to hear more inside information.
At this moment, Jiang Chengye, his face flushed, roared, "I'm her father! What can he do to me?"
The attendant frowned, not daring to speak. Jiang Chengye snatched the knife from his hand, coldly snorted, and said, "Lingnan has already fallen, and this old codger is already..."
"Master!" The attendant interrupted Jiang Chengye urgently, turning to warn the constables and jailers not to go out and talk nonsense.
Jiang Chengye pursed his lips, looking as if he realized he had said something he shouldn't have. He turned his head and glared fiercely at the jailer and the constables, then raised his hand and stabbed Pei Tinglan in the thigh with a knife.
"ah....."
Pei Tinglan's screams were agonizing and piercing, echoing throughout the cell. Jiang Chengye then plunged the knife into her arm, then her shoulder...
Thrust after thrust, Jiang Chengye stabbed Pei Tinglan in non-vital spots. Pei Tinglan's screams grew weaker and weaker until finally, she fell silent.
Jiang Chengye's gray robe was stained with large patches of dark red blood, which snaked along the fabric's grain, with blood dripping even from the hem. He looked down at Pei Tinglan, who lay lifeless on the ground, his eyes filled with the exhilaration of revenge.
But to others, this is extremely terrifying.
"Master, Madam is here." Another of Jiang Chengye's attendants rushed over and said in a panic, "Master, something terrible has happened, Madam is here."
Jiang Chengye's expression instantly changed, all traces of his previous elation vanished. He hurried outside, only to find himself covered in blood after a few steps. He frantically tried to take off his robe, but the more flustered he became, the less his hands obeyed his commands. He turned and glared at his two attendants, saying, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help!"
Two attendants rushed over to help him undress, but just then, some shadowy figures moved in the dimly lit cell, and a group of people walked over. Leading them was none other than Lu Yifang. Jiang Chengye nearly knelt down.
Although he knew Lu Yifang would come, his blood-covered appearance was still quite frightening. Moreover, he had been feeling a bit weak in the knees lately in front of Lu Yifang.
'I...I...' Jiang Chengye stammered, unsure of what to say. Lu Yifang walked up to him with an icy expression, glanced at the bloodstains on his body, took off her cloak, and handed it to him, saying, 'Come back with me.'
Jiang Chengye glanced at the dark green cloak with subtle patterns in his hand, gritted his teeth, and draped it over his shoulders. It was a little small, but it could still cover some of the bloodstains on his body. Seeing that Lu Yifang had already walked some distance away, he immediately followed, forcing a smile and explaining in a low voice.
The Minister of Justice, his face grim, stared at Pei Tinglan, who was covered in blood and lifeless. He wanted to lash out but didn't know who to vent his anger on. He turned to look at the couple who had walked some distance away. The man was smiling obsequiously, while the woman was serious. He could also hear some of their conversation.
"You're going to ruin Yu'er's important plans."
"No, Lingnan is already ruined, this old man is useless."
"Shut up!"
"If I don't vent my anger now, that old bastard might be dead tomorrow."
“You…you go back and kneel in the ancestral hall.”
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The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review listened to their conversation with a thoughtful expression. The bailiffs and jailers, however, were thinking that if a son became successful, he might not necessarily support his mother. But if a daughter became successful, she would definitely support her. Just look at Jiang Chengye.
Who would have thought that the notorious playboy of the capital would now be bowing and scraping before his wife?
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