Chapter 67: The Sad Fan (7)
As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Yu saw a sky-high flame, the deafening sound of galloping horses and endless roars, rushing towards him like the waves of Qiantang River.
From afar, he saw Yan Huinan with a stern face and fierce and resolute eyes, standing in front of the army array, like a gray wolf.
He came with the determination to kill.
Prince Yu, who has always been scheming, felt a sudden chill in his heart for no reason.
Although he knew that Yan Huinan was ruthless, his nephew had been an obedient and filial little white rabbit in front of him for so many years, and he had never seen him want to kill him so much.
But as Yan Huinan drew closer to the enemy, Prince Yu felt a surge of a twisted joy and pleasure. Something that had been suppressed for years was finally being revealed, and he felt an intense, inner pleasure of release.
A night breeze blew past him, ruffling his hair, which had become disheveled from days of exhausting himself trying to find a way to defeat Yan Huinan. It also blew away the summer heat and swept away the dust of the secrets he had hidden in his heart for years.
He suddenly looked up at the night sky, which was cloudless and filled with stars.
What he was thinking was: Yan Jingtong, you have been watching from heaven all these years, right? This is what you deserve.
Just watch today, I will kill your son with my own hands.
And you will always be my defeated opponent!
The two armies charged head-on, determined to utterly annihilate the other. Suddenly, the stench of blood grew intense, and everyone felt as if they were immersed in a vast pool of blood, poised to be drenched in its sweltering blood at any moment.
The goal of the soldiers is to complete the orders of the commander, and Yan Huinan's goal is very clear, which is Prince Yu.
He charged into the battle alone, with Zhang Ke as the vanguard. If he and Yan Huinan hadn't been in the same camp, Zhang Ke would have regretted being the vanguard. Because at this moment, Yan Huinan was simply killing anyone who stood in his way. No one could escape Yan Huinan's wrath.
His heart was so angry that it was about to burst, but he needed to remain calm, and he had to remain calm. Every knife that chopped towards him, every arrow that shot towards him, seemed to become especially clear and slow in Yan Huinan's eyes.
He could see every attack clearly.
He needs to survive this battle and become the final winner.
Otherwise, all his years of forbearance and hatred would be a joke.
If Prince Yu was the culprit behind the collusion with the foreign enemy, then Xie Qingyun might just be a pawn in Prince Yu's plan. Although Lu Song didn't know who Xie Qingyun's evidence pointed to, Yan Huinan had already guessed it.
It could only be Song Hechang.
For so many years, he had been right next to the murderer of his father, and he was completely unaware of it. Yan Huinan hated himself for being blind and stupid.
All his hatred turned into sharp swords tonight, slashing at every enemy who stood in his way.
Yan Huinan's whole body exuded a strong hatred, his blood was boiling, and his eyes were only on the enemies in front of him. Anyone who rushed towards him, Yan Huinan would slash him with a fierce knife.
The blade chopped into the body until it hit the bone and was stopped. He quickly drew the knife and swung it at the next person.
Move forward bit by bit.
However, Prince Yu was also prepared. During the year that Yan Huinan led his troops to war, the Arsenal also developed new weapons. These weapons had a wider damage range, faster attack speed, and higher hit rate. When facing the unstoppable Yan Huinan, with these new weapons, even if Yan Huinan's army was experienced in hundreds of battles, they were still flesh and blood after all, and suffered heavy casualties.
Yan Huinan was also surrounded and found it difficult to get close to Prince Yu for a while.
"General, be careful!" Just as the enemy's knife was about to fall, Si Wen rushed up from behind and blocked the knife for Yan Huinan, but Si Wen's arm was injured as a result.
Yan Huinan suddenly turned around and killed the man with a single blow.
He was completely bloodthirsty.
Prince Yu, watching this from afar, felt a surge of panic, his heartbeat quickening. The elite soldiers he had considered so powerful were no match for Yan Huinan.
No one could stop Yan Huinan.
The two sides fought until dawn, and in the end Yan Huinan had more troops, and Prince Yu and his remaining followers were besieged in Suzaku Gate.
Prince Yu's wheelchair had broken down, forcing him to collapse on the ground, desperately trying to support his broken body with his arms, barely surviving. Beneath his tattered, bloodied clothes lay his legs, shrunken and unsightly from years of not walking.
Like two poor pieces of wood.
In the past, Yan Huinan never looked at Song Hechang's legs. He just felt sorry for his uncle and didn't want him to suffer because of his hidden illness.
He felt sorry for his uncle's unfulfilled ambitions and his disabled body, so he bowed his head again and again, knelt on one knee in front of his uncle again and again, carried him on his back, and walked many miles with him.
But at this moment, Yan Huinan, breathing hard, cruelly picked up the spear on the ground, cut Song Hechang's clothes, and said cruelly: "People like you are really from head to toe..."
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "It makes me sick."
Hatred was etched in every word like venom.
"You are really like a dog..." Yan Huinan sneered, but he also hated himself for not doubting Song Hechang for all these years.
Yan Huinan had forged ahead with his wounded body all the way to the capital, fighting for days and nights, relying solely on his immense hatred to persevere. But at this moment, Yan Huinan's abdomen was completely soaked in blood, either from others or his own.
He had several wounds all over his body from swords, spears, and halberds.
It's already the limit for me to be able to speak at this moment.
Under the scorching sun, Yan Huinan could no longer hold on. His gun stuck in the ground and he fainted.
Yu Xian, who had been following the fight all the way, sent people to take Song Hechang and others into jail.
The situation was now settled; the most urgent task was to heal Yan Huinan's injuries. Yu Xian glared at Song Hechang fiercely. They would settle all this later.
Yan Huinan was unconscious for two days and one night, and upon waking up, everything was in shambles. Everyone in the imperial court and the harem knew about the emperor's sacrifice, and also knew about Prince Yu's rebellion and attempt to usurp the throne.
The country could not remain without a ruler for a single day, so they intended to have the three-year-old crown prince ascend the throne, with his biological mother, the Empress Dowager, ruling from behind the scenes, and Yan Huinan acting as regent to assist the young emperor. Others suggested a more capable prince to succeed him.
The two views formed two factions in the court.
However, when Song Hongxuan led the army to fight, he had already left an edict appointing the successor, and the person named in the edict was the crown prince.
So after Yan Huinan woke up, the situation had completely changed.
Yu Xian and Li Wei, however, felt that Yan Huinan was fully capable of ascending the throne at this moment. As long as he could find a reason that no one could refute, he could ascend the throne and become emperor. And such a reason was easy to find.
But Yan Huinan did not seek power or status, nor did he love the people. He hated this dark world.
Brothers killing each other, not distinguishing between loyalty and treachery, betraying one's friends, and recognizing an enemy as a father... ah.
That's ridiculous.
Since childhood, Yan Huinan had no interest in power and status. If the price of power is to lose the one he loves, then he would rather be born in an ordinary family, have a pair of healthy and loving parents, meet a lover and stay with him for life.
In the past, he was driven by hatred, pushing himself forward, all the way to darkness. Now, he was overwhelmed by regret, pain and self-blame, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life atonement.
Yan Huinan couldn't help but smile bitterly, I'm not a good person either.
But Xie Yun was, she was the best person in the world, and he was the one who broke her with his own hands.
If he had recognized earlier that Song Hechang was the culprit who killed his father, he would not have poured all his hatred on Xie Yun. In the whole incident, Xie Yun was the most innocent victim.
Yan Huinan is now full of regret.
He doesn't want this messed up world, he only wants Xie Yun.
Xie Yun is his only hope and the only reason for his existence.
He hated the world so much that he could have died after taking revenge, but Xie Yun gave him a reason to continue living.
He desperately wanted to find Xie Yun. If she didn't want to see him again, it would be enough for him to just witness her happiness from afar.
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Now, missing her has become a luxury that he doesn't deserve. Whenever he thinks of Xie Yun, Yan Huinan's heart sinks to the lowest point.
After his injury healed enough to be able to walk, Yan Huinan dragged his sick body to the Heavenly Prison.
The sky prison was cold and damp, with the stench of mold and decay mixed with the flowing dust, sticking together in the air. As Yan Huinan walked forward, the dust stuck to his body and disgustingly penetrated his nasal cavity. If he stayed here for one more second, every inch of Yan Huinan's skin would be entangled by this flowing, disgusting, snot-like stuff.
It makes people feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.
Why choose here?
Because neither he nor Song Hechang deserves to talk about the past in public.
And Song Hechang is a hundred times more disgusting than the rats in the sewers and the maggots in the feces.
If Yan Huinan kills him now, he will only be covered in dirt.
But Yan Huinan was not afraid, because he had been attacked by the poison and was immune to all other poisons.
He wants to end it all with his own hands.
Song Hechang was held solitary in a cell. When Yan Huinan saw him, his hair was disheveled, and the dirt and blood on his body mixed together, dried into a clump and clumped together, sticking to his tattered clothes and dirty hair.
Flies and bugs were flying around him.
He leaned against the wall like a useless person.
After seeing Yan Huinan, he glanced at him calmly, then looked away. Then he said calmly, "How is it, nephew? Does victory taste good? This is a taste I have never tasted in my entire life."
Yan Huinan felt disgusted by the name, but he remained rational and resisted the urge to rush forward and kill him with a knife. He asked, "You were the one who killed my father back then, weren't you?"
"And my mother, you too? Right?"
Prince Yu smiled faintly. He was already a dying man, with no worries, but he didn't want Yan Huinan to feel bad, so he smiled and said, "It was me. It was my people who revealed your father's whereabouts to Daliang. They forced your father to the snowy mountains. The entire army was unable to survive, and finally all died in the Qionggu Gorge. The heavy snow buried their bones. I placed my sister's body on the boat, and I saw you crying while holding her body. But you don't know that my sister looked as beautiful as a painting..."
"Only I can see it." Song Hechang's eyes suddenly became gentle and emotional, which instantly aroused Yan Huinan's anger.
He rushed forward angrily, grabbed Song Hechang's neck, and roared, "Why! Why are you doing this? She's your biological sister! She's so good to you!"
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The author has something to say: I tried hard to catch up during the day. This part was a bit difficult to write, and I was never satisfied with it. Because Yan Zi's hatred was too deep, and Song Hechang also disgusted me.
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