"Don't be afraid, your son will go to hell to be with her, she won't be alone."
The eerie words sent chills down my spine, like those of a demon from hell.
The head of the Yan family had bloodshot eyes and closed them in pain.
The sons of aristocratic families enjoy the support and education of their families from birth. When he came of age, he was ordered by his family to marry the eldest daughter of the Lu family of Fanyang, forcing his beloved to leave for a distant place.
After Lady Lu died, he was forced to marry a daughter of the Cui family and keep his lover outside the home.
Even now, he still couldn't protect her.
Their only son was ruined, utterly ruined!
How hateful!
"Aren't you afraid I'll cripple you?"
"Cripple me?"
Yan Beimo burst into laughter, his gentle face now filled with madness.
"Father has been enjoying himself with your beautiful concubine all these years, probably unaware that your power has been usurped and that the 350,000 troops in the capital have already rebelled."
"Oh, by the way, the Governor of Ji Province has listed countless pieces of evidence of my father's corruption. What will you do if the aristocratic families and the princes of the North find out?"
The head of the Yan family was shocked, then suddenly realized what was happening and was furious.
"You dare to seize the throne?"
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, shoved him away, and his smile was terrifyingly malicious.
The Yan family head's face was contorted from being choked, and as soon as he was released, his bluish-purple face coughed painfully.
His blood boiled, his eyes widened in anger, and his fingers trembled as he cursed.
"I should have killed you back then, to save you from raising a tiger that would become a threat. Twelve years in the North, and you've grown into this kind of creature."
Yan Beimo turned to the side and smiled slightly.
"My father shouldn't have had me in the first place."
"You--you--"
The head of the Yan family was so angry that he couldn't speak, and a pool of black blood suddenly gushed from his throat.
Yan Beimo took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from his face, his expression unwavering.
"Absurd, utterly absurd!"
"You dared to murder your father and brother for the sake of 100,000 troops. This is shameful to the world and intolerable to the gentry. The Yan clan will not let you go."
"Parricide and fratricide?"
Yan Beimo casually glanced up.
"Father, when you murdered your son and wife so that your son could inherit the title smoothly, did you not think that you would be punished today?"
"Well, what a pity. The wolves from the north couldn't kill me, and the mad dog you kept in Jeju couldn't eat me either. This leg of mine has actually survived."
He casually tossed the handkerchief in his hand, his voice chilling.
"I've been waiting for this day for twelve years."
The wind blows, and all things are silent.
The head of the Yan family seemed to have lost all his strength, slumping into a round chair, with black blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.
A sudden, intense pain shot through my body.
He was horrified, realizing something, and pressed his hand to his sternum, his face turning red.
"W--what's going on? Who--"
Yan Beimo calmly looked at his pained expression and spoke gently.
"Your bedmate."
The head of the Yan family stared wide-eyed, too shocked to bear, and coughed up a mouthful of black blood before collapsing to the ground.
The courtyard was secluded and deep, and the shadows of the trees in front of the window swayed in the wind, with mournful cries rising and falling.
Strands of white light pierced through the bamboo window and fell on the corpse on the ground, casting intertwined shadows and creating a bizarre and surreal scene.
Yan Beimo remained calm and bowed.
"Your son respectfully sees his father off to the afterlife. On the road to the Yellow Springs, I inquire after my elder brother's well-being."
The Yan family head's mouth was full of blood, his limbs were convulsing, and his thin hands with bulging veins reached for the hem of his robe, while his trembling lips uttered groans.
Yan Beimo remained unfazed, stepping past him without even glancing at him.
The palace doors were wide open, revealing an endless expanse of heaven and earth, filled with white light.
He stood beneath the tall building, dressed in a white robe, his long, slanted shadow falling into the empty hall.
A gentle breeze blew by, and he slowly raised his eyes. Warm light shone on his face, but it couldn't ignite those lonely, autumn-water-like eyes.
"My lord, all the men have been executed."
The vast palace was surrounded by corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
Yan Beimo asked softly, "Have you found the item?"
"Found it. Lord Lu personally went to Jiangdong, and the governor obeyed the patriarch's edict, agreeing to incorporate all 100,000 iron cavalry into the north and set off immediately."
"A message was sent by carrier pigeon to the governor of the capital, ordering him to dispatch 70,000 naval cavalry to Yuehu Pass."
"yes."
Amidst the chaos and peasant uprisings, the head of the Yan family was ambushed on his way to Jiangdong and fled to Qudu.
However, the treacherous villain was not resigned to his fate and dared to send assassins to infiltrate the military headquarters in Qudu to murder his master.
News of the Yan family patriarch's death in Qudu quickly spread throughout the entire Nine Provinces.
The governor of Qudu could not escape his guilt.
His Majesty in Kyoto decreed that he be stripped of his official post, imprisoned, and interrogated.
The Yan clan was furious and ordered a thorough investigation, which alarmed various factions.
Within a few days, an army of 30,000 surrounded Qudu.
Unexpectedly, Yan Beimo, the eldest son of the Yan family, personally stood on the city wall carrying the head of his enemy, splattering blood all over the city.
The news that he had personally killed his father's killer spread throughout the city.
Among all the powerful families in the world, the Yan family is the most prominent. Yan Beimo, in particular, commands a large army and is very influential. With the death of the Yan family patriarch, Yan Beimo will become the next patriarch of the Yan family, and no one dares to question his decision.
He ordered the army to withdraw from Qudu.
"The matter has not been thoroughly investigated. How can we settle it so hastily? My brother's body is barely cold. How can he rest in peace in the afterlife?"
From the top of the city wall of Yanbei Mogao, one can look down upon the dark mass of troops.
The man at the head was dressed in military uniform, his eyes filled with rage.
"Your father died mysteriously in Qudu. Where did these assassins come from? Who is behind them? We must find out the truth."
"Does my uncle have some kind of dissatisfaction with me?"
What do you mean by that?
Although Yan Rong came from a prestigious family, he had spent many years in the army and disliked the intricacies of officialdom. He was used to being impulsive and naturally couldn't understand the meaning behind Yan Rong's words.
Yan Beimo's eyes were calm. "After the incident, I rushed to Qudu immediately. The assassin has been killed. My uncle keeps saying he will thoroughly investigate this matter. Does he have objections to my decision?"
"---"
Yan Rong wanted to say more, but was stopped by the strategist beside him.
"General, let's return to Yandu first. Our relatives are still waiting. It's not advisable to clash with you now."
"Bullshit! My brother's dead, I don't care about anything else."
He finished speaking, his voice sharp.
"These few bastards could have killed your father. What about the guards? Are they all dead?"
Yan Beimo said, "There was a peasant uprising in Qudu. Some people took the opportunity to infiltrate the uprising, which has far-reaching implications. These assassins are all from the Western Regions."
"The Western Regions? Helian Ye?!"
Yan Rong's eyes were bloodshot, and he held the broadsword as if he wanted to immediately behead Helian Ye.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill him."
I've known for a long time that this scoundrel wants to conquer the south, but he's always been restrained by powerful families and has close ties with the northern lords.
Now, they dare to be so audacious as to kill my Yan clan chief; they simply don't take them seriously.
For a moment, the Yan clan members following behind were indignant.
"Erlang, where is your father's body? We want to see it for ourselves."
The world was desolate, and beneath the city walls, a dark mass of military horses swarmed like locusts, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Yan Beimo looked at everyone indifferently, his voice, devoid of warmth, carried with it a powerful internal energy that seemed to penetrate the earth.
"I will personally carry my father's coffin home."
Thirty thousand troops withdrew from Qudu.
Despite the widespread uprisings, Yan Beimo brazenly carried the coffin back to Yandu, with his black-armored cavalry personally escorting it. Governors from various regions ordered their armies to clear the way, and for a time, his fame spread throughout the land.
The powerful families of the land were in turmoil, and officials from the capital, feudal lords from the north, and envoys from other countries rushed to Yandu to attend the funeral.
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