During the reign of the late emperor, it was the forty-first year of the Yongjia reign.

Jinling City, Fudu Villa.

A deeply buried memory suddenly surged up, and Wei Li seemed to have returned to nine years ago.

There is a saying in the Great Sheng Dynasty: All the ups and downs in the world will return to Nanjing.

Jianghu Fengyun also refers to the Fengyun List, which records young masters under the age of 30. Every ten years, there will be a major change.

Jinling is the place with the strongest chivalrous spirit, where people wield swords and ride white horses, drink wine and sing songs, express their love for men and women, and take revenge. It is the place where countless dreams of the martial arts world are hidden.

Warriors in this world are divided into six levels according to their internal strength and state of mind, namely the Mortal Realm, Hidden Yuan Realm, Kai Yang Realm, Tian Heng Realm, Tian Quan Realm, and Tian Shu Realm.

Unless one is extremely gifted, it would take several years or even more than ten years to break through each realm.

Naturally, there are many underworld forces in Jinling City. Although the extremely low-key Fudu Villa has been secluded from the world for many years, it is still respected and admired by people in the underworld.

Therefore, the tragic case of the annihilation of the entire Fudu Villa occurred in the 41st year of Yongjia, in which 237 lives were lost overnight, angered the entire underworld.

The rain is getting heavier.

Lian Shenwei waved his hand and asked the Black Armor Guards to escort the others to the front hall. Only Tiannan, who was holding an umbrella for him, and Lord Wei, who seemed to have suffered a serious blow, were left here.

Wei Li took a step back paralyzed on the ground, doubtful and uncertain: "You...you are! You are from Fudu Villa?! Right - your last name is Lian?"

"What is your relationship with the owner of Fudu Villa?!"

His mind quickly recalled what happened that year.

The owner of Fudu Villa has only one son and one daughter with his beloved wife. He is from a family of martial artists. The eldest daughter is Lian Youwei and the youngest son is Lian Yubai. It is said that they are pure and kind, which is completely different from the man in front of him who looks like a demon and has no internal strength.

Moreover, it was clear that all the people in Fudu Villa were dead, not a single one of the 237 people was missing.

Lian Shen smiled and tried to reach out to help him, but before he touched him, Wei Li fearfully dodged away.

His slender hand was suspended in mid-air. After being soaked by the rain, there was no warmth at all on it. It was pale and cold.

All people know is that the people who attacked Fudu Villa were the famous assassins of the martial arts world, Shili Duiyue Liu, whose killing methods were very recognizable.

During that time, the rivers and lakes were in turmoil, and countless chivalrous men were hunting down the people on the killer list.

But no one knew that the person behind the purchase of the Falling Moon Stream was not a gangster, but the imperial court. It was also the imperial court that wanted to massacre the Fudu Villa.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Lian Shenwei slowly withdrew his hand, pulled his wet sleeves, and clasped his hands in them.

"What are you afraid of, Lord Wei? Wasn't it you, several court officials, and the dying emperor who decided this matter together? Fudu Villa has been destroyed for nine years. I am just a traitor in your words. Of course, I have nothing to do with them."

Wei Li was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically: "No! You are definitely related to Fudu Villa! Lian Shenwei! What on earth are you trying to do?!"

Lian Shenwei made a silent gesture and said softly, "Listen."

Suddenly there were cries and screams from the women and servants in the front hall. Wei Liren was old, but his eyes were sharp and he saw the blood washed away by the rain in the front hall.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he trembled and roared, "Lian Shenwei——!!"

"You! You! Even if I am the culprit of the Nan'an fraud case, my crime is not serious enough to punish the entire family! You are abusing public power to take revenge! You are abusing private punishment! Aren't you afraid of being scolded by others?!"

Lian Shenwei dodged the old hands that tried to grab the bottom of his robe, lowered his eyes, and said with a smile, "Lord Wei has also said that I am a traitor. How can I disappoint Lord Wei's expectations?"

Wei Li's eyes were red, he opened his mouth wide, and a meaningless, mournful roar came from his throat. The smell of earth splashing on the ground filled his nose, and tears and saliva dripped into the water.

The Regent Prince closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Listen, is there a sound of a head falling to the ground in the front hall?"

"Your wife, concubines, and concubines... are afraid. They are complaining about why you are not with them..."

"Is the scene at Fudu Villa that night similar to what it is now?"

"Sir Wei, you should now honestly say that you have never done anything against your conscience."

Wei Li: "...Our ancestors have long ago issued an order prohibiting the princes and grandchildren from having any connection with the people in the martial arts world, let alone...I am sorry for Fudu Villa in this matter, but if it happens again, the late emperor, I and the other courtiers loyal to the royal family will never regret it!"

"father--!"

A young man screamed from the front hall, and then there was silence.

"My son!" Wei Li's eyes were bloodshot.

He was like a candle in the wind. After hearing this, he lowered his head, with his cheek pressed against the mud on the ground, and he was already on his deathbed.

"Lian Shenwei... you have such a cruel heart..."

He was not made to feel any embarrassment at all, but was forced to listen to his beloved little son dying, and his family members and wife dying one by one in the front hall.

Wei Li murmured, "In the future, history books will record that my Wei family is full of loyal and brave people who died at the hands of treacherous officials. You will be spit on by thousands of people..."

Before he died, his cloudy eyes rolled around and he reached out to the long hairpin in the man's hair that had fallen into the mud.

Wei Li held it in his hand with difficulty, crawled on the ground, gasped, tied up his hair, and inserted the long hairpin into his hair.

Then he dropped his hands to the ground, his eyes widened, and he became silent.

Tiannan sighed in a low voice, "In ancient times, officials who enjoyed the emperor's grace paid great attention to etiquette before death. They paid attention to keeping their hair neat and tidy. They wore long hairpins when buried, which symbolized their integrity and loyalty. This long hairpin was also called the Gentleman's Hairpin by scholars and writers."

"Really?" Lian Shen smiled, then drew the sword from Tiannan's waist and cut off Wei Li's bun and long hairpin.

The long hairpin hit the ground and broke into several pieces.

"Then I don't want to fulfill his loyalty."

Lian Shenwei stopped looking at Wei Li on the ground and turned away.

Tiannan quickly caught the sword thrown by his master and was stunned for a few seconds.

He was a master of the Tianheng realm after all, but when his master took away his sword just now, he didn't react at all.

Not daring to think too much, Tiannan hurriedly followed.

The rest of the people from the Wei Mansion who were kneeling in the front hall were still alive, but their mouths were blocked and many of them fainted from fright. Several buckets of chicken blood were spilled on the ground, and the strong smell of blood was much diluted by the rain.

The captain of the Black Armor Guard said, "Lord Regent, we brothers have followed your instructions."

Lian Shenwei nodded.

"Tiannan, tell someone to feed them Meng Po soup and throw them into a manor far away from the capital. I don't want to see them again."

Tiannan: “Yes!”

Meng Po Soup is a medicinal wine developed by Feng Ke that can make people forget their past. After drinking a glass of it, everything they have experienced will be like a dream, and they will forget everything when they wake up.

The people from the Wei Mansion were pulled into carriages and transported out of the city. Soon after, the prepared corpses for mass burial were pulled over and placed in the front hall according to the population of the Wei Mansion.

All the valuables in the house were moved away, barrels of oil were spilled everywhere, and even Shen Wei threw torches. The houses were all made of wood, and even in the rain, the fire was still spreading rapidly.

Tiannan whispered, "Master, I don't understand. You could just kill them."

Although he didn't know his master's past, his master had never hidden it from him, so after a while he could guess a little bit.

Lian Shenwei stroked the metal ring in silence.

He only angered Wei Li to death, and left the others alone.

It's not that he didn't want to be angry, but he did it for Ying Jingjue's sake. The brat occasionally studied in the Wei residence, and Wei Li's wife gave him a lot of motherly care.

Just for this reason, he couldn't do it.

However, even if these people's memories were restored one day, they would never be able to return to the capital, because all the people in the Wei Mansion had died tonight.

Those who were buried in these mass graves will be buried in the Wei family's ancestral tomb instead of them.

I think it's extremely sarcastic.

"Leave a few people to clean up, prepare the car, and go to the palace."

Tiannan: “This time?”

"No matter how late it is, there will probably be many people who won't sleep all night," Lian Shenwei said as he walked. Suddenly, his heart felt tight, his limbs went weak, and everything went dark before his eyes.

“…”

"master!"

Tiannan cried out in a low voice and pulled him up in time.

A dense and suffocating pain came from his heart. Lian Shenwei's brows were tightly furrowed, his breathing became heavy, and his face, which was already pale, became as pale as a piece of paper. It was hard to tell whether the sweat on his forehead was from rain or cold sweat.

Tiannan reacted instantly: "Is it an adverse reaction to the new medicine Mr. Feng tried on you?"

He remembered that Mr. Feng said that one should avoid emotional agitation while taking the medicine, otherwise it would cause dull pain in the heart, but he clearly did not see any emotional fluctuations on his master's face just now.

Tiannan couldn't help but said anxiously: "Master, I will take you back to the mansion!"

Lian Shenwei raised his hand to stop him.

After a pause, he suppressed his past memories, opened his eyes, and whispered, "It's okay, let's go to the palace."

But as he said, tonight is a sleepless night.

Before I got on the carriage, I heard the sound of horse hooves on the street, followed by a rough, low shout: "Stop!"

The old Marquis of the Loyalty Marquisate sat on his horse, looking at the blazing fire in the Wei Mansion with anger and shouting, "Put out the fire! What are you all standing there for?!"

The Imperial Guards he led looked hesitantly at the black-robed young man standing in front of the palace.

The Marquis of Loyalty naturally saw it as well.

The smile that usually seemed to be printed on the young man's face was gone, his face was pale and indifferent, and when he looked over, he called out: "Old Marquis, long time no see."

The old marquis snorted coldly: "Don't worry about him, go in and save people! You dare not offend the Lian guy, do you dare to offend me? Don't forget who you work for!"

Three years ago, he lost his calf in a battle on the border and his realm declined, so he returned home to retire. For fear of scaring the children, he stayed in the mansion and seldom went out.

Just today he received a secret letter from the Crown Prince, asking him to come and rescue Lord Wei's family. He was shocked to realize that Lian Shenwei was the one who had the final say in the capital.

It’s a pity that he was still a step late!

The guards searched the place and quickly came back to report, "Reporting to the old marquis, there is no one alive inside."

It was all burnt and you can't even recognize its original appearance.

The old marquis: "The Regent!"

Lian Shenwei was helped by Tiannan to get on the carriage. The carriage slowly moved forward and stopped beside the old marquis. He opened the curtain and said, "There was a sudden fire in the Wei Mansion. When I brought people here, the people were already gone."

The feeling of weakness that kept coming from his body made him not want to get entangled with irrelevant people anymore. His tone was light, and to others, it sounded like a certain indifference.

The old marquis was furious. He drew out his long sword and swung it towards the carriage. His powerful internal force was blocked by Tiannan with a cold face just before it reached the carriage.

"You dare!"

Tiannan flew onto the horse, reined in the whip, and stood firmly beside the carriage, glaring angrily, "I call you the old marquis, so please don't be so unforgiving!"

The old marquis was stunned and snorted coldly: "Tianheng Realm? With your strength, why are you loyal to a man with bad intentions? A man should stand tall and upright, why don't you go to the frontier to serve?!"

"Bah!" Tiannan's face was long, "You are the one with bad intentions and you are too nosy. You are thinking about pulling others over at this time. I don't think you care about Wei Li that much."

He and Ming Cang were only loyal to their master. What a wishful thinking that was of the crappy imperial court.

This was probably the first time that the old marquis was scolded so bluntly, and his face turned red.

He really had no feelings towards Wei Li. The conflicts between civil officials and military generals seemed to be innate. Three years ago, in a battle on the border, reinforcements were slow to arrive and many soldiers died. Later, he heard that it was because of the civil officials' wrangling that so many border soldiers died in vain.

It would be a lie to say I don't blame you.

His face darkened. "I can tell the difference between public and private matters. If the Regent threatens the foundation of the country, I will not let you go, even if I die. You just wait until tomorrow to attend the court, and I will report the truth to His Majesty!"

Lian Shenwei coughed twice and said, "Go ahead. Tiannan, let's go."

The imperial palace.

Yangxin Palace.

When Eunuch Li came to greet him, he was shocked to see that the Prince Regent was soaking wet. He quickly asked someone to bring a cloak and a hand warmer, "How did the Prince Regent get wet in the rain? Hurry up, put it on first. It's cold in this early spring rainy night. It will be bad if you catch a cold."

Lian Shenwei responded, holding the hand stove, put on a cloak and entered the hall.

The scent of ambergris wafted out from the incense burner. There were no palace maids or eunuchs serving in the hall. Emperor Jingcheng stood in front of the bookshelf with his back to him, sighed, and looked a little tired.

"You're here?"

"The spring has turned colder, and the chill is still there, but the Jade Sandalwood Plum blossoms are blooming less and less every day. After today's spring rain, I wonder how many will be withered. The ones I planted are not as good as Wei'er's."

Lian Shenwei frowned, fiddled with the tassels on the stove, and spoke in a cold tone.

"I told you not to let me hear you call Sister's name again."

"My sister would find it disgusting."

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