Just as he reached out his hand in ecstasy to touch Zongzheng Qingyue, the shadow suddenly shouted, "Enough!"
"Keep your dirty hands off her."
This sound...
Zong Zheng Langri suddenly pulled his hand back.
He finally sobered up a lot.
Zong Zheng Langri just stared at the familiar face in front of him, unable to believe it.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
"Or...you are not Yue'er at all?"
Of course he is not Zong Zheng Qingyue.
But it was Duan Rongshi who had already taken off the human skin mask and revealed his true face.
Duan Rongshi stepped forward and pressed closer towards Zong Zheng Langri.
"Take a closer look at who I am!"
He is half a head taller than Zong Zheng Langri.
There is a knot in the throat.
Although that face is almost exactly the same as the person I have been thinking about day and night!
But the eyebrows are thicker and longer.
A pair of eyes, no longer with the soft glow of autumn water.
Yes, but it’s as cold as if it were poisoned!
Zong Zheng Langri shook his head and stepped back unwillingly.
"No."
“No, no!”
"You are not Yue'er, who are you——"
But he soon reacted.
He turned around with disbelief in his eyes and looked at Duan Rongshi carefully again and again.
Then he exhaled the shock in his heart: "You are Rong Shi."
"You are Yue'er's child, Rong Shi!"
"You actually look exactly like Yue'er!?"
"Why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
"Why didn't I know... that my nephew looks exactly like my sister!?"
"But, but aren't you dead too?"
"I heard about your death. Didn't you die on the battlefield against the Western Regions? How could you appear before me?!"
Duan Rongshi had already come over and grabbed Zong Zheng Langri's neck.
"You wish I were dead, don't you?"
"But I'm sorry to disappoint you, Zong Zheng Lang Ri!"
"If I hadn't faked my own death to escape, how could I have come to this Great Chu to personally take your life!"
"As a brother, you were so cruel and unjust to your own sister. You harbored such filthy thoughts and colluded with Xie Huaiyuan to force your sister into the emperor's bed. My mother... my mother was forced to marry far away in order to save herself! To a man more than ten years her senior!"
"As a brother, you didn't know the danger your sister was in. You kept saying how much you cared about her, yet you knew she died in an unclear manner and you never sought justice for her!"
"As a brother, your sister has been dead and her soul has been restless for over a decade. Yet you actually want to dig her remains out of the ground, then travel thousands of miles back to this filthy place of yours to be buried with you!"
"Zongzheng Langri, are you worthy?!"
Duan Rongshi was filled with anger and resentment, and every word he spoke was like a poisonous sword stabbing at the Emperor of Chu.
Zong Zheng Langri listened to these accusations and was originally holding Duan Rongshi's arm tightly, trying to struggle and catch his breath.
But as he listened, his hands softened.
Then he closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.
"You... killed me..."
"It's better to die..."
"It's you... but it's not impossible..."
However, just when his face turned blue and purple and he was about to suffocate, Duan Rongshi's hand suddenly loosened.
Li Qingluo, who was standing in the corner and saw this scene, silently retracted his feet.
And secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought that Ah Shi almost lost control of himself.
Fortunately, he still retained a bit of clarity and rationality.
The King of Chu fell to the ground.
He covered his neck, gasped for air, and coughed violently.
It took a long time before his breathing became steady again.
"Why don't you really kill me--!!"
Zong Zheng Langri dragged his dislocated arm and pounded the ground with his other fist.
In a short while, his fist was covered in blood.
He also seemed to feel no pain at all, only annoyance on his face.
Duan Rongshi squatted down and faced Zong Zheng Langri with his face.
"It's easy to die."
"But I miss you more than I can bear to death."
Zong Zheng Langri couldn't accept this face saying such words to him.
He kept backing away.
Finally, he leaned his back against the sarcophagus in the main seat.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"You deliberately came to Da Chu just to torture your uncle?"
"Rong Shi, I know you're not dead. The news of your death is all fake, right?"
"Now that you are here, kill me with your own hands and avenge your mother."
"I'm sorry for Yue'er, I'm sorry for her!"
"I acknowledge all of this."
"I won't deny even a single word."
Whenever Zong Zheng Langri mentioned Zong Zheng Qingyue, tears began to fall.
Duan Rongshi drew a soft sword from his waist.
He took a step forward and walked towards Zong Zheng Langri again.
"Go ahead."
"Even if I look exactly like my mother, so what!"
"Could it be that you still want to covet my face?!"
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