Chapter 18
Chapter Seventeen
Zhou Rong reached out and placed her hand on his forehead, anxiously asking, "Why did you suddenly get a fever?"
Tan Jing felt groggy and uncomfortable, and kept saying, "Mother, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable."
His noise woke up Tan Sheng, who was sleeping. Tan Sheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Rong said worriedly, "Asheng, Ajing has a fever."
Tan Sheng reached out and touched her forehead, which was burning hot. He was startled: "It's so hot, Mother, don't worry, I'll go and call the doctor from the manor."
Zhou Rong shook her head and said, "I'll just call myself Jin Gui. You go to sleep first."
Tan Shengyi thought it was a good idea: "Okay."
Zhou Rong opened the door, and a cold wind blew across her face. The man stood outside, his dark eyes staring at her like a wild beast.
Zhou Rong was so terrified that she didn't move.
The man was accompanied by two guards, and he led them forward.
Zhou Rong went into the room and closed the door.
Outside, the man smiled mockingly and said to the guard beside him, "Be gentle, Rouhua, be gentle."
Zhou Rong was trembling. Tan Sheng noticed that his mother's expression was off and stepped forward: "Mother, what's wrong?"
Zhou Rong glanced at her son, and then suddenly someone shoved her against the door.
The whole house seemed to shake. Tan Sheng looked outside and saw two tall figures banging on the door.
Tan Sheng walked to the side, drew his knife, and said to his mother, "Mother, don't be afraid."
Zhou Rong looked at her son and said, suppressing her fear, "Asheng, go to bed."
"Take good care of A-Jing."
Tan Sheng gripped the knife hilt tightly: "Mother!"
Zhou Rong leaned against the door, which was being slammed shut. Her body trembled, and she finally broke down in tears, touching his face: "Asheng, my son, take Ajing and Ali and run quickly. No matter what, don't come back."
Tan Sheng didn't move: "Mother, I promised Father I would protect you."
Zhou Rong's eyes showed relief, but her lips were bitter: "But Mother wants you to live."
Zhou Rong knocked Tan Sheng unconscious with a single slash. Tan Sheng collapsed to the ground, and Zhou Rong helped him to the bed. She kissed the three of them and said softly, "I never imagined that the first time Mother would use this would be on you."
Zhou Rong resolutely walked outside. In the pitch-black outside, a man held a red lantern in his hand.
I walked step by step to her.
Zhou Rong curtsied and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. Please go back to your room."
The emperor waved his hand, and the two guards stepped aside. He smiled and said, "I can't sleep."
Zhou Rong sighed, clasping her hands together, and said, "It's getting late."
The emperor's hand touched hers and pulled hard.
"Madam, do you know why your husband left in such a hurry?"
Zhou Rong suddenly looked up: "What does Your Majesty mean by this?"
The emperor smiled brightly: "My lady, you don't need to worry about your husband."
"I was thinking of you, and I left him with a complete body."
Zhou Rong suddenly flew into a rage, her eyes turning bloodshot: "You!"
Seeing that she was angry, the emperor laughed even more heartily: "What about me? If you come with me, you will be the most honorable woman."
Zhou Rong pulled a dagger from her sleeve, but she wasn't fast enough and the guards on either side broke her arms and legs.
"Mother." Behind her, Tan Jing pushed open the door and looked at Zhou Rong.
Zhou Rong looked at him, her face streaked with tears, and shouted, "Go back!"
Tan Jing felt very uncomfortable and tried to go to her mother's side, but was stopped: "Mother, I want my mother." Tan Jing realized that her mother's expression was wrong and burst into tears.
Zhou Rong suddenly knelt down and pleaded, "Please, Your Majesty, don't harm my child."
The emperor lifted her chin, a forced smile on his face: "If you obey me, I will certainly not harm your child."
Tan Jing saw his mother kneel down and burst into tears.
The emperor glanced at him and said coldly, "Lock him up."
Zhou Rong gave Tan Jing a deep look and said, "Your Majesty, please summon a doctor for my son. He has a fever."
The emperor nodded.
The next day, Tan Jing fainted from crying. When she woke up, the fire was raging, and the first thing she saw was two corpses lying on the ground. Tan Sheng's eyes were wide open, and Tan Li's eyes were closed without any expression.
The scorching heat made Tan Jing feel uncomfortable all over.
"If you survive today! Whatever you do, do not seek revenge! Whatever you do, do not!"
Tan Jing was pinned down, smelling the burning flesh.
As she coughed, she told him with a deep-seated hatred, "A-Jing, live well. Remember what your mother told you: you must endure, you must endure."
"Mother, I love you."
His mother was burning on his body. A sudden downpour began, and on Tan Jing's back, his mother had become a charred corpse.
He was buried in the ruins and had no strength to hear the sounds outside.
"His Majesty."
"The entire Tan family plots to murder me and exterminate my entire clan."
"yes."
Through a casual conversation, Tan Jing understood that everything was his doing, but his mother told him not to hate.
Everything that was originally there, a happy life, vanished like a fleeting moment.
Snap—
With a shattering sound, Tan Yuhua crushed the teacup in his hand. Despite cutting his hand, he still smiled and asked, "Why don't you hate me?"
Why shouldn't I hate it?
"Have you ever smelled the burning of your own mother? Have you ever seen the unseeing eyes of your brother in death? Have you ever witnessed your young sister die tragically at an age when she didn't even know what death was?"
Tan Yuhua brought her hand to the female ghost's lips, her calm voice as if telling someone else's story: "The emperor is dead, but you have the same blood as him flowing in your veins."
“Only the emperor died, but he killed everyone in the Tan family. That’s not fair.”
Xiao Zheyu's gaze turned cold: "Utterly foolish. If you hate him so much that you threw his corpse out, you can have it torn to pieces, or your soul sealed away for eternity."
"You are incredibly foolish to impose your resentment on someone who has nothing to do with him."
Tan Yuhua let her finish speaking before staring at her: "Irrelevant? You are his most beloved princess, how can you say it's irrelevant?"
Xiao Zheyu recalled that, as she was leaving, the Imperial Preceptor's voice reached her ears: "Princess, you will live your life carrying the fate of others."
Xiao Zheyu understood one part then, but now he understands seven parts.
“To carry others to survive is something only good people do, but I have long since ceased to be good.” Xiao Zheyu’s cold voice was firm and resolute.
With a whoosh, the sharp blade pierced through the door and headed straight for Tan Yuhua's forehead.
Tan Yuhua turned his head away, but his arm was neatly severed, the sword piercing through his arm and pinning him to the ground.
In the pitch-black night, a figure emerged, dressed in snow-white robes, with an extraordinary and ethereal bearing. His hand hovered in mid-air, his brows sharp, his eyes pale, radiating a cold aura like the moon in the sky.
"Maggots in the sewers."
Upon closer inspection, Xiao Zheyu realized that there was no one behind him except for him, with scars on his face.
Tan Yuhua didn't look at the severed arm, but instead looked at Zhou Xiuqi and asked with a smile, "Why are there always such foolish and disgusting Taoists like you in this world?"
"That's disgusting."
Tan Yuhua suddenly drew the knife from his side and slashed at Zhou Xiuqi. Zhou Xiuqi didn't have time to summon Que Xie and caught the blade with his bare hands.
With a wry smile, Tan Yuhua lowered her knife, her tone helpless: "Why are you stopping me? Why do you expect me not to hate?"
Xiao Zheyu was shocked. The knife was so heavy, and with Tan Yuhua's strength, Zhou Xiuqi's back bent.
Xiao Zheyu stared at him, and he glanced in her direction. Xiao Zheyu shouted, "Are you sick? Do I need you to save me? Do you think you're some kind of great hero?"
Zhou Xiuqi withdrew his gaze, gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his hands stinging, but he pushed upwards with all his might, and Tan Yuhua was freed from him.
Zhou Xiuqi wiped the blood from his lips with his palm, and the evil spirit flew back into his hand. He said clearly, "To eliminate all evil spirits in the world is the mission of the sword in my hand, and it is also mine."
Tan Yuhua found the story boring, but burst into laughter. She forcefully swung her broadsword at Zhou Xiuqi, her deep-seated hatred surging: "What a mission! Then you shall be buried with the world!"
The friction of swords produced a sharp, resonant sound.
Zhou Xiuqi was injured and was no longer at a disadvantage, but Tan Yuhua seemed to have inexhaustible strength, each strike more ferocious than the last, her eyes filled with kindness mixed with deep hatred.
Suddenly, the female ghost grabbed Zhou Xiuqi from behind, while Tan Yuhua's knife slashed down, striking his face directly.
Xiao Zheyu's pupils trembled as he shouted, "Zhou Xiuqi!"
A spark talisman exploded in the air, and the crisp sound of bells accompanied the light footsteps as the newcomer leisurely walked up.
With her hand suspended in the air, the red jade bracelet on her snow-white wrist slid slightly. Meng Yingying leaned against Shang Mang's back, slightly out of breath: "Luckily, we made it in time."
Kong Fusheng rushed up from behind them, shouting, "Evil spirits! Prepare to die!" Seeing both sides fall, he asked, "What's the situation now? Who won and who lost?"
Shang Mang carried Meng Yuan forward, step by step, until he reached Tan Yuhua.
He raised his boot and stomped down hard, looking down at her and saying, "Feeding with flesh and blood, interesting."
Shang Mang only glanced at him before he saw through what he was planning to do.
Tan Yuhua glanced at him, and just as she was about to speak, blood suddenly gushed from her throat, silencing her. Tan Yuhua's brows relaxed, and she looked at A Yue with a smile.
The female ghost screamed, her voice neither ghostly nor unnatural: "I will not die. I will keep resurrecting until everyone in this world pays homage to my Tan family."
Meng Yingying raised her hand, only to see the female ghost turn into a wisp of gas and float into her nose. She coughed violently, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through her head. Fragmented images rushed into her mind.
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