Chapter 348 Fear
Although Murong Wan and Murong Ming are twins, they have been at odds since childhood.
Murong Wan is strong-willed in every way, but Murong Ming is always embarrassing and unmotivated.
Murong Wan had indeed thought many times that it would be better if she didn't have such a brother.
After the incident at the Mingguo Mansion's apricot blossom banquet, she had stabbed Murong Ming with the pearls on her head in anger. When she calmed down afterwards, she regretted her impulsiveness.
He was her twin brother from the same father and mother. No matter how much she hated him, she never thought of actually killing him.
But now the Hu people are forcing her.
"What? You can't do it now?" A sarcastic voice came into Murong Wan's ears.
Helian Shuchi propped up his head on the couch, his elbows resting on the tiger-skinned beast.
"Are you afraid of your grandfather so you don't dare to do it? Don't worry, after he dies, I won't tell anyone that you killed him."
The hall was very quiet, and the sound of Murong Ming's struggle echoed in it.
Murong Wan's lips lost their color.
Slowly, she bent down and picked up the dagger.
The dagger has blades on both sides and a sharp tip, which is very suitable for stabbing into the neck and killing with one blow.
“Um…um…um…” When Murong Ming saw Murong Wan pick up the knife, his whole body shook even more violently.
He couldn't believe that his sister actually wanted to kill him.
The tip of the dagger was getting closer and closer to Murong Ming's neck. He lay on the ground like a beast waiting to be slaughtered.
"Ugh——" He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
There was also a wet mark on the lower body.
Bang.
The dagger in Murong Wan's hand stopped only half an inch away from Murong Ming's neck, and then fell to the ground.
The dagger fell on the thick blanket with a dull sound.
She can't do it.
She has been raised as a noble lady for more than ten years. No matter how much she hates Murong Ming, she cannot suddenly become a woman who kills her brother.
Murong Wan took a deep breath and said to Helian Shuchi:
"General Helian, I sincerely believe in your god Wu Ran. General Helian told me that the grassland god Wu Ran would grant people strength, but he never said that your god would force people to kill each other."
"People are not heartless. He is my brother. How could I take his life just to prove a sentence? In other words, if I killed my brother today because of a sentence, then how can a ruthless person like me be trusted? How can the general be at ease?"
Murong Wan explained a long paragraph in one breath.
She was very nervous and spoke a little quickly, not pausing for a single word.
Click. Click. Click.
Helian Shuchi sat up from the couch and tapped his fingers three times on the armrest.
"Murong Wan,"
Her previously lazy eyes changed a little, narrowing dangerously.
"Bo Ri is right. You are indeed very smart and good at speaking. You are a bit like your grandfather."
Helian Shuchi walked up to Murong Wan.
She was tall, much taller than the underage Murong Wan.
Helian Shuchi looked down at Murong Wan condescendingly:
"If you don't want to kill anyone, that's fine. But you can't just throw the dagger I gave you on the ground like that."
"Pick it up."
When Murong Wan heard Helian Shuchi say that there was no need to kill anyone, she breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up the dagger from the ground.
She wanted to return the dagger:
"Wan'er was rude just now. She shouldn't have dropped the dagger given by the general—"
Before Murong Wan finished speaking, she saw Helian Shuchi suddenly hold her hand.
Her hands were very slender, while Helian Shuchi's hands were very rough and strong.
At that moment, she felt that the hand holding the dagger lost control and was pulled down -
Squeak!
The sound of metal piercing flesh was heard.
Murong Wan's scalp went numb. When she came to her senses, she saw that the dagger had already pierced into Murong Ming's neck.
"Huh..." Murong Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide the moment the dagger stabbed him.
He died without even being able to shout out.
When he died, his eyes were still wide open, and Murong Wan's dazed and terrified face was reflected in his pupils.
Murong Ming is dead.
Died by a dagger.
The ones holding the dagger were Murong Wan and Helian Shuchi.
Warm blood flowed down the hilt of the knife into Murong Wan's trembling hands, and the sticky smell of blood was nauseating.
"Okay, it's that simple." Helian Shuchi let go.
Murong Wan could not hear anything at this moment, and a sharp tinnitus pierced through her brain.
She looked at the dagger stuck in Murong Ming's neck, and the scarlet blood on her hands and dress.
Murong Wan sat on the ground in a daze, looking more embarrassed than ever before.
"Why……"
"for……"
Murong Wan's lips trembled, and it took her a long time to find her voice.
Compared to Murong Wan's intense reaction, Helian Shuchi was very calm.
Helian Shuchi picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the blood off his hands with disgust.
She turned around and saw Murong Wan still sitting on the ground. She reached out and lifted Murong Wan's chin:
"Don't ask why, just do what I say."
Helian Shuchi's voice contained a hint of ruthlessness and pressure:
"Remember who is the true master of Chang'an right now. You must know clearly what you can and cannot think of. Otherwise, this will be your fate."
Murong Wan felt a deep fear.
The fear of life and death hanging by a thread.
For the first time, she felt death was so close that she was speechless with fear.
She finally realized how terrifying the Hu people were.
Helian Shuchi was very satisfied to see Murong Wan like this. This was exactly the effect she wanted.
She doesn't believe in feelings, promises, or loyalty.
Those are just sweet words.
She believed only in the power of conquest and fear.
They, Tiele Khan, conquered new lands and used fear as a rope to tie up the conquered people, making them slaves in fear.
Fear is the best rope.
"You can go by yourself later and don't tell Bori. Bori will have a drink with us later in the evening, don't ruin his mood." Helian Shuchi said this and walked out of the hall.
Someone asked how to deal with Murong Ming's body, and whether it should be thrown into the bonfire and burned together.
Helian Shuchi glanced at Murong Ming with disdain:
"This kind of useless thing is not worthy of being offered to the gods. Just throw it back to where it came from."
Today was supposed to be a sunny day.
But at night, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
The snowflakes were as big as goose feathers, falling one after another.
When Murong Wan was escorted out of the palace, snowflakes hit her eyes, blurring her vision so much that she could not see anything in front of her.
There are very few people in Chang'an City now, and even fewer when it snows.
Murong Wan and her group were the only ones on the street.
Murong Wan rode her horse in front, like a stiff puppet.
The horse behind was carrying Murong Ming's body.
Blood dripped all the way.
A bunch of plum blossoms bloomed on the long snow path.
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