Anyway, since the emperor is far away from Bincheng, we can just say that we are no match for the Northern Li people and that we have only pretended to surrender in order to protect the people in the city.
Having just witnessed her family being brutally murdered by the Northern Li people, how could Yue Ling not be furious upon seeing such a letter?
Fu Cheng is a scholar, yet he could write such a shameless letter!
Upon hearing Yue Ling's words, Chen Fu's terror deepened. His eyes widened, filled with tears, as he stared at Yue Ling, shaking his head repeatedly, "Ahhh~~"
Yue Ling wiped her eyes with her sleeve, sniffed, and then took a rag and stuffed it into Chen Fu's mouth, preventing him from making a sound.
"Fu Cheng, today I'll let you experience the despair the people of Bincheng felt back then! You lowly commoners, hah, I'll show you who the real lowly commoners are!"
After saying that, Yue Ling stabbed Chen Fu hard in the left thigh with a knife.
"This blow is a disgrace to your status as a scholar."
Chen Fu groaned, his face contorted in pain, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Then Yue Ling stabbed him in the right thigh with another knife.
"This stab was instigated by you to incite Fu Dongsheng to sell out the city for personal gain."
A cut on the left shoulder.
"This strike is for the people of Bincheng whose life savings have been robbed."
A knife wound to the right shoulder.
"This strike is for the woman who was humiliated by the Northern Li people."
A cut to the left side of the waist.
"This knife is for the child who was killed by the Northern Li people."
A cut to the right waist.
"This strike is for the soldiers of Bincheng who swore to defend the city to the death."
"This cut..."
......
As Yue Ling stabbed him again and again, Chen Fu initially struggled in pain, but later, the increasingly intense pain made him wish that Yue Ling would kill him, which would be better than enduring this suffering.
Yue Ling's attacks always avoided vital points.
After being stabbed forty-six times, Chen Fu was covered in blood and in a semi-conscious state, with no strength left to speak or beg for mercy.
Finally, Yue Ling pointed the dagger at Chen Fu's left eye.
As if he had thought of something, even though he was in so much pain that he had no strength left, Chen Fu still turned his head forcefully, trying to avoid Yue Ling's dagger.
Yue Ling sneered, "You can be afraid now? Why didn't you ever think that the unarmed people of Bincheng would be afraid when facing the brutal Bei Li people?"
She reached out and pinched Chen Fu's face to stop him from moving, then swiftly and decisively brought the knife down.
Pfft!
The knife pierced his left eye, blood flowed out, and Chen Fu's body trembled uncontrollably from the pain.
"This strike is for my father!"
With the next cut, Chen Fu's right eye was also gone.
"This knife is for my mother!"
Seeing Chen Fu convulsing, Yue Ling no longer hesitated and plunged the knife straight into his heart.
"This strike is for my sister!"
With the knife plunged into his heart, Chen Fu kicked twice, his head lolled to the side, and he was completely dead.
Yue Ling knelt down, the dagger fell to the ground, tears streamed down her face again as she looked up at the sky.
"Father, Mother, Sister, I have avenged you!"
After finishing everything, Yue Ling went out, closed the door, and left quickly.
Most people in the mansion were singing, dancing, and drinking, and no one noticed the commotion here for a while.
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