Chapter 159 Nightmare
Xie Yutong looked at her husband in alarm, then turned to her daughter: "What Celestial Master? Why do we need to see a Celestial Master?"
Lu Kangning slowly took out a tablet computer from behind him and tapped the screen twice with his fingertips.
"She just got internet access in Qiannian, and she just said some interesting things in the live stream, things related to you, Mom and Dad..."
"Who would believe that woman? She's just a clown trying to attract attention!" Lu Jianhong slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly.
He flew into a rage the moment he heard the name.
Lu Kangning remained unmoved and opened the screen recording he had just made.
"There were millions of people in the live stream, and they all heard it."
The air in the living room seemed to freeze instantly, with only the cold female voice from the tablet echoing in the background.
"The two who were reincarnated as Lu Jianhong and Xie Yutong are destined to be childless..."
"Absurd!" Lu Jianhong swept the tea set off the coffee table, and the sound of the porcelain shattering made Xie Yutong tremble.
She slumped onto the sofa, her lips trembling as she repeated, "May they be childless and without descendants..."
This word pierced the deepest, most feared corner of her heart like a knife.
Over the years, they have outwardly been subservient to the Luo family, promising that Lu Kangning would be an only child, but in private they have never given up their obsession with having their own flesh and blood.
Anyway, we'll just say it was an unplanned pregnancy. The Luo family can't possibly send someone to strangle the baby.
Lu Jianhong had business cards from various reproductive medicine centers tucked into the inside pocket of his suit.
Deep inside Xie Yutong's dressing table drawer was a thick stack of medical reports.
"Mr. Lu's sperm survival rate is less than 1%."
"Ms. Xie's fallopian tubes are severely blocked on both sides."
Xie Yutong still remembers the IVF attempt that brought her closest to success very clearly.
It was three years ago, in winter, and she was lying on the operating table, looking at the tiny embryo on the screen.
The doctor smiled and said, "The implantation was very successful."
But when they went for a follow-up examination three days later, the vital signs had inexplicably disappeared, as if they had been extinguished by some invisible force.
Lu Jianhong roared, interrupting her painful memories.
"Nonsense! Ningning, you believe this nonsense? If it were true, how could you exist? And your sister... This sorcerer is slandering me, I'm going to sue her!"
Xie Yutong's eyes slowly brightened, as if she saw hope, "That's right... Lu Yao... is our child..."
“Speaking of my sister,” Lu Kangning suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent a chill down Lu Jianhong’s spine, “that’s the most interesting part.”
She continued playing the screen recording, and the host's voice came through: "...Their first child is the reincarnation of their eldest daughter who was suppressed a thousand years ago, who has come to seek revenge and settle this grudge."
Lu Kangning turned off the video. "The truth about reincarnation is hard to discern. However..."
She paused, then said, "Out of consideration for the fifteen years of nurturing I have given you, I am reminding you to make preparations as soon as possible."
Lu Jianhong's face turned from white to green.
"Ningning, what do you mean by that? The debt of raising you? We are your biological parents!"
Xie Yutong's voice was shrill, "Ningning, you actually believed that streamer's nonsense? Don't you know how much your parents love you?"
Lu Kangning raised his hand to interrupt: "I have my own judgment."
She turned and walked upstairs. "I'm going out tomorrow, and everything will be clear then."
Xie Yutong collapsed to the ground, and Lu Jianhong's face instantly turned ashen.
...
In the dead of night, Lu Jianhong and Xie Yutong locked the study door and drew the curtains tightly shut.
The cold light from the computer screen reflected on their pale faces; the live stream replay of [Millennium Newly Connected Network] was playing.
Jianhong's phone kept vibrating on the table—seventeen missed calls from the board of directors, and Old Master Huo had sent twenty voice messages.
But he didn't dare answer any of them, just as he couldn't bear to face what was playing on the screen at that moment.
“I must know what she said…” Lu Jianhong muttered to himself, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
When the anchor's cold voice uttered the words "Lu Xuan and his wife," Xie Yutong's nails dug deeply into Lu Jianhong's arm.
That bloody suppression a thousand years ago.
When Xie Yutong talked about Lu Shu having her heart ripped out and blood extracted, she suddenly gagged and knocked over the wine glass next to her.
The wine smeared on the white carpet, much like the bloodstains described.
“Nonsense…this is absolutely nonsense…” Lu Jianhong’s voice trembled.
When the anchor said that Lu Yao had "come to seek revenge and settle this grudge," the temperature in the study seemed to drop suddenly.
Xie Yutong trembled all over, recalling what Lu Yao had said after regaining her senses—
"Have you ever wondered why I lost my mind?"
"Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable."
She felt a chill at that moment.
Now I'm even more apprehensive.
Could it be that she really came to collect a debt?
A thunderclap boomed outside the window, startling the two guilty souls.
The two of them simultaneously fainted, trapped in the same nightmare...
Lu Jianhong dreamed that he was wearing a crimson official robe and walking down from the mist of Broken Soul Ridge.
The crows in the mountains cawed hoarsely, but he was full of pride, stroking the newly acquired imperial jade pendant at his waist.
Upon returning to the mansion, Xie Yutong, wearing a filigree gold phoenix crown, greeted them at the vermilion gate.
The two exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with the satisfaction of their triumph.
The imperial edict arrived, and the high-pitched voice of the eunuch delivering the decree echoed in front of the mansion gate, the three words "Loyal and Brave Marquis" resounding through the sky.
The old plaque of "Lu Mansion" was slowly taken down.
Lu Xuan personally accepted the imperial plaque, the four gilded characters "Loyal and Brave Marquis's Residence" dazzling the eyes under the sunlight.
"My lord, please."
The butler handed over a hammer wrapped in red silk.
Lu Xuan swung his hammer and drove the first gold nail into the plaque.
Xie Yutong stood under the eaves, watching her husband's smug back.
After twenty years of planning, the dream has finally come true at this moment.
The new emperor bestowed even greater favors upon him, granting Qixia Mountain, located on the outskirts of the city, as his fiefdom to Lu Xuan.
Feeling triumphant, he led dozens of servants on an inspection tour.
When they reached the pine forest halfway up the mountain, a sudden gust of cold wind blew by, and more than ten masked men leaped out from the forest.
These men in black were ruthless, each move deadly.
Lu Xuan watched helplessly as his limbs were bound by ropes, and five fine horses galloped off in different directions with neighing.
As the excruciating pain struck, he vaguely saw the leader take a scroll from his robes.
It is the "National Preceptor Praying for Rain and Spreading Blessings" painting that Lu Yao performed when he offered sacrifices to Heaven and prayed for rain.
"How could a piece of scum like you be worthy of being the father of the Imperial Advisor?"
The masked man tore off his face mask and spat angrily onto Lu Xuan's mangled and bloodied body.
When news of Lu Xuan's disappearance reached the Marquis's residence, Xie Yutong was trying on a newly made golden phoenix hairpin.
Upon hearing the devastating news, the pearls on the hairpin snapped and rolled to the ground.
She immediately ordered a sedan chair to be prepared and went to Huguo Temple to pray for Lu Xuan's well-being.
The sedan chair, carried by eight men, encountered a thick fog just outside the city gate.
She never returned.
A month later, the hunters discovered a horrifying scene in a dry well behind Huguo Temple.
At the bottom of the well lay the corpse of a woman dressed in fine clothes, her ten fingers exposed as if she were desperately trying to climb out of the deep well before she died.
The well wall was covered with scratches, and the deepest one had a broken fingernail embedded in it.
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