Chapter 822 The Truth - The Death of the Seventh Prince
"Master, they wouldn't be living in this tomb, would they?"
Ah Rong stared at the tomb entrance, clearly somewhat frightened.
The seventh prince gazed at the tomb for a long time before finally fixing his eyes on the door bolt painted with the Tai Chi symbol.
Something flashed through his mind, and the Seventh Prince's eyes lit up as he suddenly understood everything.
"No wonder, no wonder he brought Yun'er here, no wonder he has stayed on the mountain all this time."
As the seventh prince spoke, he placed his hand on the stone gate and slowly stroked the Tai Chi symbol pattern.
"Master, what are you saying?"
Ah Rong watched the Seventh Prince muttering to himself and couldn't help but ask.
The Seventh Prince had no intention of hiding anything from Arong. "Do you remember the map that Father Emperor once gave me?"
As the old emperor's most valued son, the seventh prince had been given a map that was extremely important to the royal family long before the chaos in the Great Zhou court.
The reason why the new emperor kept him imprisoned and tortured in the imperial prison but did not want to kill him was because he had this map in his possession.
Ah Rong nodded repeatedly, "I know, if it weren't for that map, Master wouldn't have suffered so much."
For Ah Rong, although the map saved his master's life, it also caused his master to suffer too much.
He was a prince, a privileged son of heaven who grew up in luxury, yet he was imprisoned in the imperial prison by his own brothers, who subjected him to all sorts of torture.
Thinking back to how he looked when he first rescued his master, Ah Rong felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Let's go back first."
The Seventh Prince was not saddened by A Rong's words; on the contrary, he still had a smile on his face, as if he had encountered some great good thing.
When he returned that night, the Seventh Prince was busy in his room until very late. Ah Rong didn't know what he was busy with. At that time, the Seventh Prince only said that he would soon be able to see Princess Baiyun again.
The next day, the Seventh Prince went into the mountain again, thinking that the cave would be just as smooth as the day before.
However, as soon as the master and servant arrived at the tomb, they ran into Xu Menglong, and beside him was Princess Baiyun, who had not changed at all.
Princess Baiyun has been dead for over a month, but her face not only lacks the lividity that a corpse should have, but she looks exactly the same as if she were asleep.
The Seventh Prince was so excited that his hands trembled. He didn't even know whether he should thank Xu Menglong or go up and punch him.
With his gaze fixed on Princess Baiyun, the Seventh Prince seemed to freeze in time. Despite having a sword pointed at him, he recklessly stepped forward.
"Yun'er, Yun'er."
The Seventh Prince's voice trembled slightly. Before he could get close to Princess Baiyun, Xu Menglong punched the Seventh Prince in the face.
"How dare you show your face here? If it weren't for you, how could he have become like this?"
Xu Menglong's voice was filled with gritted teeth, and his gaze towards the Seventh Prince was as if he were looking at an enemy.
The Seventh Prince never looked at him; his eyes were only on Princess Baiyun, who sat quietly to the side.
Although he was knocked to the ground, the Seventh Prince was still moving closer to Princess Baiyun. Seeing this, Xu Menglong kicked the Seventh Prince a few times without any politeness. After a few muffled groans, the Seventh Prince still ignored him.
Despite being so close, the Seventh Prince crawled slowly, seemingly oblivious to Xu Menglong's punches and kicks.
"master!"
Seeing his master like this, Ah Rong couldn't help but shed tears.
His master is a prince, yet he is being trampled on like this by these people!
The Seventh Prince finally climbed to Princess Baiyun's side as he wished. Ignoring Xu Menglong's anger, he hugged Princess Baiyun, who had been dead for a long time, into his arms.
“Yun’er, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t been so cowardly back then and had directly expressed my feelings to Father, you wouldn’t be like this now.”
The Seventh Prince murmured, but the only response he received was Princess Baiyun's silence and Xu Menglong's solid kicks.
"You dare to hold Baiyun? Let go of your claws, you coward."
Xu Menglong's voice came, but the Seventh Prince seemed not to hear it and continued to hold Princess Baiyun tightly.
Seeing that hitting him had no effect, Xu Menglong simply shifted his gaze to Arong.
"Bring the person over here."
Xu Menglong waved his hand, and the group quickly brought Arong over.
"Have someone beat him until his master lets go."
Xu Menglong naturally knew that Arong was the Seventh Prince's most capable bodyguard.
Compared to the Seventh Prince being allowed to be beaten by Xu Menglong, Ah Rong naturally wouldn't allow him to take action against his own family at will.
With a flick of his longsword, two men instantly died before him. A fierce glint flashed in Xu Menglong's eyes, and he immediately took matters into his own hands and engaged Xu Menglong in battle.
The sharp sword nearly grazed Xu Menglong's face several times, but even so, Xu Menglong still managed to defeat A Rong.
Seeing Ah Rong pinned to the ground, still spouting arrogant words at him, Xu Menglong didn't even blink before severing Ah Rong's Achilles tendon.
"Drag him out and feed him to the dogs."
Xu Menglong's voice sounded particularly jarring in the cave. The Seventh Prince, who had been unresponsive until now, finally reacted after Xu Menglong finished speaking.
"Let's see who dares."
The Seventh Prince gently put Princess Baiyun down, as if any movement would hurt her.
Then he slowly stood up and walked step by step toward Xu Menglong.
“I know what you’re trying to do, but you shouldn’t have brought Baiyun here.”
The Seventh Prince's words successfully made Xu Menglong laugh. "What right do you have to talk to me like that? If Bai Yun had agreed to marry me back then, do you think you would have had any chance?"
The Seventh Prince did not refute these words. He knew very well that he was partly responsible for the current situation, and he also knew that what Xu Menglong said was true.
But now that the white clouds are gone, what's the point of saying all this?
"Stop now, let Baiyun rest in peace, and stop being so stubborn."
Xu Menglong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and when he looked at the Seventh Prince again, his face was full of resentment.
"Do you know how much effort I went through to find this place, and you're telling me to give up?"
Filled with resentment, Xu Menglong, in a fit of rage, pierced the Seventh Prince's chest with his sword.
Blood splattered out suddenly, but the Seventh Prince showed no sign of pain on his face. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with a calm acceptance of death.
He was completely useless, and in the end, he died at the hands of Xu Menglong.
"Arong, I'm sorry."
If he had known it would turn out this way, the Seventh Prince would never have brought Ah Rong along.
After giving Ah Rong an apologetic smile, blood slowly oozed from the Seventh Prince's mouth, but even with his last breath, he was determined to reach Princess Baiyun's side.
Taking a step back, the longsword was pulled out of his body. The Seventh Prince ignored the bleeding wound on his chest and staggered towards Princess Baiyun.
"Yun'er, wait for me, I'm coming to find you."
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