Chapter 115: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 51
The young eunuch's hands were shaking with nervousness. In the past, someone of his status would have to kneel even when talking to the Third Prince.
He pulled out the thin blade with trembling hands, and the originally smooth silver blade turned scarlet.
It was stained with Qian Zhou's blood.
"Third, His Highness the Third..."
The young eunuch just made eye contact with Qian Lingxiao, and Qian Lingxiao signaled him with his eyes that he had just stabbed...
Qian Zhou's body shook. He was covered in blood and his skin became paler.
His body fell forward weakly, like a fallen leaf, pressing down on Qian Lingxiao without any weight.
Qian Lingxiao's fingers trembled slightly. He put his arms around Qian Zhou's waist and felt the warm blood on his fingertips.
Qian Zhou's vision began to darken and his sight gradually blurred.
It seemed as if the strength to support him was rapidly fading away, and Qian Lingxiao felt his body gradually softening.
"...Chishuu?"
No response.
Qian Lingxiao suddenly felt a little flustered. He hugged the person in his arms and asked, "Qian Zhou?"
Still no response.
Qian Zhou's body completely softened, his arms draped weakly by Qian Lingxiao's side.
An incomparable panic tore Qian Lingxiao into endless darkness.
He never really wanted to kill Qian Zhou!
Qian Lingxiao sat up and hugged Qian Zhou tightly, his lips trembling, "Qian Zhou! You, you..."
The young eunuch was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground.
"Your Highness! If you let me stab you, I will—"
He was halfway through his words when Qian Lingxiao was frightened by the look in his eyes and shut his mouth.
The young eunuch was trembling all over and kneeling on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
Qian Lingxiao looked at Qian Zhou's pale and bloodless face.
He immediately tried to cover the wound on Qianzhou's abdomen, but it was useless, the blood kept flowing.
It was then washed away by the rain, and the smell of blood and earth floated in the air. Qian Lingxiao's eyes turned bloodshot.
A tear mixed with the rain flowed down.
Qian Lingxiao used his fingers to feel Qian Zhou's breath, his movements extremely slow, as if he was facing an abyss of immense fear.
He didn't dare to think about it, if Qian Zhou died...
What a heart-wrenching pain that must have been.
Putting his finger under Qian Zhou's nose, Qian Lingxiao slowly widened his eyes, and great panic swept away his reason.
No breath...
Qian Lingxiao grabbed the young eunuch by the hair, "You damned slave!!"
"Your Highness! Ahhh!"
Qian Lingxiao slammed his face into the mud. "How dare you kill him? How dare you kill him?! You're not even worthy of carrying his shoes!!"
"Your Highness... I! I was just following your expression—"
"Shut up!"
Qian Lingxiao's former elegance had completely vanished, his eyes filled with ferocious pain.
He protected the back of Qianzhou's head, "You mean I asked you to kill him?!"
The young eunuch trembled and banged his head against the ground, "No! I dare not... I really don't dare!"
Qian Lingxiao hugged Qian Zhou with tears in his eyes and his voice trembled.
"You killed my Chishu..."
The Qianzhou who used to chase him and call him brother when they were little is gone. He no longer gets angry with him or speaks to him anymore.
Even if Qian Lingxiao leads the army in person in the future, he will never see the invincible figure wearing the Shura mask again.
It hurts so much.
Qian Lingxiao touched Qian Zhou's face, thinking of the critical scene just now, but he couldn't speak.
If Qianzhou doesn't die, he will be the one to die.
But he can't die.
Qian Lingxiao looked down at Qian Zhou's bloodless face, and cried bitterly, holding his forehead against Qian Zhou's.
"My brother never thought of killing you..."
The rain was pouring down, and the sadness overturned, dragging him into pain.
If Qian Lingxiao had been more rational and seen more clearly, he would have discovered—
Qianzhou's hands were moving.
The young eunuch had never killed anyone, and he didn't know where the vital points were or where to make someone lose the ability to move.
Perhaps it was God's blessing that Qian Zhou did not suffer any internal injuries.
Qianzhou's vision was blurry, but he remained awake.
The rain was so heavy that the sound of rain covered up the sound of Qianzhou's fingers dragging the dagger. He was in pain all over.
There were wounds on his legs, a bloody hole in his abdomen, and cuts on his body caused by thorns.
There is no place that doesn't hurt.
Qian Zhou felt his soul tremble with pain, but when he thought of the scattered scars on Xiao Jintian's back, the collapsed ancestral hall, and the oath Xiao Jintian made that day—
If he treats him sincerely, Xiao Jintian will only recognize him no matter what his identity is.
Give him your life.
Time passed like a long river, and scenes emerged in Qianzhou's mind. Xiao Jintian was undoubtedly a good person, from the battlefield... to the ancestral hall.
A warm current surged in Qianzhou's chest. Xiao Jintian's powerful strength seemed to transcend space, supporting his arms and giving him more strength.
Qianzhou suddenly clenched the dagger and opened his eyes.
No one reacted.
Qian Zhou raised his hand and stabbed the mud-stained dagger with Central Plains patterns into Qian Lingxiao's heart.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and death came too suddenly.
Qian Lingxiao's ears were buzzing, and he looked down slowly at the dagger that had pierced his chest.
His eyes followed Qianzhou's fingers, forearm, shoulder, and chin until he could see Qianzhou's face clearly.
Then the vision blurred and turned black.
There was deathly silence all around, with only the sound of raindrops, which was empty and desolate.
Qian Lingxiao only then realized that no one would die so easily, let alone Qian Zhou, so he was just pretending.
But it's too late.
If you make a mistake once, you lose everything.
Beili's secret agents were all cleared out, Jiang Xiaoying was killed, and his most feared and worried brother was the last one standing.
When the body dies and the soul disappears, nothing else matters anymore.
These few short seconds were not enough for Qian Lingxiao to recall his entire life. His breathing became weak and fluctuating within a few seconds, and his body gradually became cold.
Qian Lingxiao blinked slowly, and everything between heaven and earth turned into light, and he could not see anything clearly.
His memory stopped, and he looked back at his busy life, fighting for power.
In order to defeat his opponent, he couldn't sleep all night and was determined to get rid of Qian Zhou. However, he regretted it the next day after giving the order and couldn't let it go.
I have never said love in my life, and nothing I have done has anything to do with it.
But now all of that has disappeared, the open and covert struggles are gone, and the oppression of the court situation is gone.
Qian Lingxiao saw Qian Zhou walking towards him and smiling at him, and stretched out his hand to him.
The white light in front of him shrank into a dot, the woods immersed in the rain disappeared, and Qian Lingxiao returned to that warm afternoon of his childhood.
The cicadas were chirping loudly and the freshly baked pastries were hot.
Qianzhou said to him, Brother, you must be tired.
You can take a break.
Qian Lingxiao's whole body became very light. In a trance, he raised his hand and grasped the slender white knuckles, sinking deeper and deeper inch by inch, interlocking the fingers with those of his beloved.
"You... blame your brother..."
Qian Zhou said it was not surprising, as no prince in the court could live in peace with each other. He wanted to be brothers with him from an ordinary family in his next life.
If my brother still liked me, he would have been born next door.
Qian Lingxiao felt quite happy, so he didn't want anything and didn't plan for anything in his next life.
He actually felt unwilling in his heart, but he no longer had the ability to think.
There was only a complicated thought in my mind, which was difficult to understand. The only thing that was certain was that there was a small trace of relief.
It wasn't Qianzhou who died.
This was the last bit of kindness in Qian Lingxiao's dying consciousness. He owed Qian Zhou too much and had done too many things to let him down.
If there is an afterlife, Qian Lingxiao doesn't want to be a prince...
I want to be a good brother.
The rain soaked the hilt of the knife, the heart stopped beating, and a man died outside among the thorns.
There were no last words and no one to mourn.
Qian Lingxiao closed his eyes, and his robe, which was always luxurious and clean, was stained with dirty dirt and dead leaves.
The young eunuch raised his head blankly and looked at the scene in confusion.
......Qian Lingxiao is dead.
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