She spoke clearly, and those few simple words struck Mu Yunhe's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving the others pale.
Luo Zhiheng rushed into Mu Yunhe's arms, seemingly crying, but whispering urgently in his ear, "Yunhe, don't be afraid, there's no child, nothing at all, I was lying."
Mu Yunhe stared blankly at her, his eyes shifting unpredictably. For a moment, he didn't know which of her words to believe, his whole body stiffening with confusion. Before he could even express his immense grief, Luo Zhiheng's next cryptic words came to mind. Caught between extreme joy and sorrow, he was utterly at a loss for words.
He looked at Luo Zhiheng suspiciously, afraid that this was a lie she was telling to comfort him. But when he saw Luo Zhiheng wink at him, her mischievous expression no longer that of a writer, and her previous sad look gone, Mu Yunhe's clenched heart finally felt a little better.
"They even hit me! Prince Mu ordered them to torture me. Yunhe, little Yunhe, it hurts so much!" Luo Zhiheng whined, trying to make Mu Yunhe feel better. His body was so stiff and his face so pale that Luo Zhiheng was afraid he would faint from anger.
"They hit you?" Mu Yunhe suddenly came to his senses and said fiercely with the force that almost broke his back teeth.
Luo Zhiheng took off the clothes, and immediately her wounds and blood were revealed. A violent storm instantly raged in Mu Yunhe's eyes. He took off his robe and wrapped it around Luo Zhiheng, then picked her up and placed her on the horse's back, handing her over to Luo Erduo to take care of. Then he walked towards the few survivors.
Luo Zhiheng was covered in wounds, but not quite on the verge of death. However, Luo Erduo, who was lying on the horse's back, was covered in cold sweat and looked at her with a mournful expression. Her cute and delicate face was full of pain, and she mumbled intermittently, "Master, it hurts so much."
Luo Zhiheng was in so much pain that she couldn't care less about her. She looked at Mu Yunhe with concern.
Mu Yunhe pointed at those people, his voice chillingly cold: "Are you going to commit suicide, or will I do it myself?"
He could kill with a single talisman, but it also consumed a great deal of energy. However, he didn't mind taking matters into his own hands; these people were all going to die. He was venting his anger on them. He knew it was Prince Mu who had given the order, and he harbored deep hatred for Prince Mu, but it didn't matter. He would take them one by one. Anyone who had harmed Aheng would die!
A chill ran through the group. None of them wanted to die, much less commit suicide. But Mu Yunhe's methods and the scene of killing a group of people in an instant, each one torn to pieces, were too deeply ingrained in their minds. The sheer horror of his actions made them so repressed that they couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
"Your Highness, spare our lives! We were only following orders. Please, Your Highness, spare us!" At this moment, the men no longer cared about loyalty or pride. As long as they weren't killed, they would kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Then I'll have to do it myself." Mu Yunhe was as cold and ruthless as a bloodthirsty demon from hell. His fingertips began to glow, and in the blink of an eye, his figure flew forward like a wandering ghost, leaving afterimages expanding and blooming in the air, his palm radiating light.
A wall of light, like a curtain, suddenly appeared, enveloping the few remaining people. With a loud bang, the light curtain vanished, and the people disappeared without a trace. A cloud of white dust drifted down into the air, spotless and pure.
Many years later, those who witnessed this bizarre, magical, and cruel scene will still clearly remember that the dust that was flying around was ashes!
Prince Mu Yunhe, the man rumored to be so weak that he wouldn't live past twenty, actually destroyed several people in the blink of an eye, turning their bones to ashes!
On the quiet street, the first rays of sunlight finally appeared slowly on the horizon, bathing the earth in their light, and enveloping the street where corpses piled high and blood flowed like rivers. The eerie, scattered limbs and bodies lay strewn across the quiet street, a bloody testament to the immense power of the perpetrator of this tragedy.
Not far away, in a sedan chair, Prince Mu, his face wrapped in bandages, was being carried and stood there quietly. He couldn't see what was happening in front of him. The people around him were narrating the tragic scene in horror. Prince Mu's face was twitching.
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404 burned to the ground, nowhere to go! Finally, he realized his mistake! (Bonus chapter for 30,000 comments)
Updated: 2013-10-24 12:04:20 Word Count: 3568
Mu Yunhe stayed by Luo Zhiheng's bedside without leaving her side. Even if she just frowned, Mu Yunhe would feel heartache for a long time. It was as if his heart had shrunk into a knot that he couldn't pry open, and the pain in his chest was so intense that it was twitching.
He meticulously cleaned and treated her wounds, one by one. With each wound he cleaned, Mu Yunhe's expression hardened, and his anger grew increasingly fierce. He was like a powder keg, ready to ignite at any moment. Even if Lady Huoyun's medicine was excellent, Luo Zhiheng would still suffer for several days after these superficial injuries.
While cleaning Luo Zhiheng's abdominal wound, Mu Yunhe's eyes were almost bloodshot. The wound was gaping open, truly a bloody mess. Originally, Aheng's skin was delicate, smooth, and thin; how could it withstand two lashes delivered with such ferocity?
There was still blood on her body. Mu Yunhe thought of the so-called child again and trembled all over. He panicked and asked Madam Huoyun to examine her, but he didn't dare to face the result. Madam Huoyun said that the little princess just happened to have her period.
Mu Yunhe listened in a daze, and after hearing it all, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It's amazing that she could come up with such a way to escape; her clever little brain really can utilize anything. But he felt a little disappointed. After all, he had been looking forward to having a child for a long time, but when Luo Zhiheng mentioned having a child at this crucial moment, he thought she was really pregnant.
However, the thought that if he had actually conceived, the child would certainly have perished under such circumstances, and that it was better not to have one made him feel incredibly lucky. At least he hadn't had one, which was far better than having one and then losing it. Now, thinking back, he feels a bit apprehensive.
However, the thought of Prince Mu, who had inflicted so many injuries on Aheng, filled Mu Yunhe with a complex mix of emotions, almost to the point of collapse. Prince Mu's cruel actions had hurt him to the very core. Was this still a father? He was utterly heartless and beastly. He didn't care about blood ties anymore; what else did he have to care about? This time, Mu Yunhe would show no mercy to Prince Mu, who had deliberately stabbed him in the heart.
And that Emperor Xian, who fanned the flames, shouldn't expect to have an easy time either.
Mu Yunhe was reluctant to leave Luo Zhiheng for even a moment, but he had important things to do. He could only kiss her forehead and ask the wet nurse Qiwan and Madam Huoyun to stay by her side without leaving for a moment before he left.
Luo Zhiheng remained unconscious for the following day, while a major event occurred in the Mu Dynasty.
As if under a curse, several of the Mu Dynasty's best-located estates and villas were engulfed in major fires, the kind that were impossible to extinguish. After the fires, the once vast estates and villas were reduced to ashes.
These sudden and bizarre fires have thrown the people of the Mu Dynasty into a state of panic. Those in the know, or officials with connections, discovered that these fires occurred in properties owned by Prince Mu. Even the villa where Prince Mu currently resides has caught fire. As a result, at this very moment, a prince has been reduced to homelessness.
Prince Mu was helpless, but at this moment he could not muster any revenge or resentment, because he knew that Luo Zhiheng had miscarried, and one of his grandsons had been brutally beaten and tortured to death on his orders without his knowledge.
This was truly a bolt from the blue for Prince Mu!
He was only angry that Luo Zhiheng had tried to kill him by setting a fire, which led him to burn the letter the princess had left for him, and he only wanted to teach her a lesson. He never imagined that he would unwittingly cause the death of his own grandson. If the princess found out, she would never forgive him. He had already given up hope, and now that the child was gone, Prince Mu felt his heart turn completely cold.
If he hadn't been so stubborn, so reckless, so ruthless; if he had been gentler, if he had been more magnanimous as an elder, if he hadn't pressured those two children who wouldn't listen to reason, if he had put aside his pride sooner, none of this would have happened.
That poor child wouldn't have died. In a few months, the baby would have been born. Perhaps this child would have softened the hearts of those two new parents, leading them to tell him the location of the princess's tomb. But now, everything is ruined.
He not only caused his own grandson to die, but also made that young couple lose their first child. They must hate him to death, so how could they possibly tell him the whereabouts of the princess?
As things spiraled out of control, with too many mistakes and hardships, his heart was filled with sorrow and torment. Seeing Mu Yunhe's series of actions throughout the day—clearly a combination of retaliation and venting of anger—Mu Yunhe's rage burned fiercely, and he too could not resist. Having lost his first grandson, Prince Mu instantly fell into despair.
He had killed countless people throughout his life, never showing mercy or remorse. But the child he indirectly killed was his own grandson. The thought of this filled Prince Mu with terror and an inability to face himself. That feeling tormented him to the point that his heart was almost on the verge of collapse.
Luo Zhiheng succeeded. The best way to torment a person's soul and heart is to make them uneasy.
Prince Mu is now driven to a desperate situation by his own son, not only losing face but also having nowhere to go. He is extremely weak; the ordeal has nearly left him blind. The fire burned his eyes, which had been blurry and unclear until now. The doctor said it's very serious, and even if they recover, he may never see clearly again. Yun Heng thought to himself.
The implication is that he might become blind in the future.
Prince Mu felt a chill run through his body. The doctor's words were true. He could even imagine the days when he could not see anything. He would never see the letters left to him by the princess again. Even if there was only one left, he could only hold it in his hand and keep it as a memento.
After all the fighting, suppression, and coercion, he gained nothing; instead, he lost everything. Is this retribution?
That night, Prince Mu stayed at an inn. All his properties in the capital had been burned down by Mu Yunhe in a fit of anger. He didn't care about money, but he still needed a place to stay.
But Mu Yunhe seemed to have eyes, relentlessly haunting him like a demon, determined to make his life miserable. That very night, the inn caught fire; the blaze was immense, killing several of Prince Mu's attendants, while the guests and the innkeeper remained unharmed. The innkeeper, far from being distressed, even smiled contentedly.
Mu Yunhe was a diviner and was not allowed to do anything that would harm the people. Before setting the inn on fire, he had already paid the owner ten times the price of the inn and secretly dismissed all the guests before setting the fire.
He was wary of Prince Mu and knew he wouldn't be burned to death. His actions were clearly a way of excluding, suppressing, and expelling Prince Mu.
In the dead of night, Prince Mu, wounded and homeless, stood on the street, sensing the raging fire. He couldn't see it, but his body was almost engulfed in flames. He felt not only the intensity of the fire, but also the intense rage of Mu Yunhe.
He gave a wry smile; he had truly angered his son. Look, he hadn't even left him a place to live.
How ridiculous! What are they trying to do? Banish him from the capital? Burn down wherever he lives? They're deliberately trying to make his life miserable. 17739814
Prince Mu was extremely weak and covered in wounds, both physically and mentally. He felt guilty towards the poor child, and he believed that the child was truly gone. He also believed that Luo Zhiheng hadn't killed the short man; he was his personal guard and wouldn't lie to him. 12.
The torment from both inside and outside caused Prince Mu to collapse, and his personal guards also looked dejected.
Who could have imagined that Prince Mu, who had once held absolute power and influence throughout his life, would end up in such a desolate state in his later years? He was suppressed by his own son and barely had a chance to breathe. Those who were still alive, having witnessed the horrific scene firsthand, were filled with fear and awe for Mu Yunhe from the bottom of their hearts, and dared not utter a single word.
"Your Highness, shall we find an inn to rest?" the guard asked cautiously.
"Find another place? Do you want to see another place catch fire? We've been branded as a jinx by Mu Yunhe. The people aren't stupid; they can feel it. Who would dare to take us in now? Anyone who dares to shelter us will be burned to the ground. Nowhere to go—this is Mu Yunhe's revenge. He's ruthless indeed." Prince Mu gave a bitter laugh, his voice finally losing its bone-chilling harshness.
"Then, what should we do?" The guards looked ashen-faced.
"Let's go...to the palace. I refuse to believe that Mu Yunhe can burn down the palace!" Prince Mu was forced into a corner, and the palace was the only safe place for him. If he hadn't been forced to, he really wouldn't have wanted to go to the palace.
Thinking back to what his elder brother had said to him, Prince Mu realized that his elder brother truly cared about him the most in the world.
Stop being enemies with your son. He's no longer the child you neglected, the one who had to carefully survive under your wing. Now, if he wanted to, he could wipe us out in the blink of an eye. Why can't you see that? Why can't you let go?
No matter how powerful he is, he is still my son. Could he possibly kill his father inhumanely?
Now, we can no longer treat him as your son; we all need to look up to him...
I refuse to believe that my son would dare to do anything to me. If he dares to be disrespectful, that would be treason! Your Majesty, you can rest assured. You are the Emperor, his uncle. Even if he has grown powerful now and become a high and mighty diviner, he will still have to kneel and submit to you and me! With me here, Mu Yunhe will always remain the diviner of the Mu Dynasty.
Prince Mu stood there, stunned, on his way to the palace. The conversation he had with the Emperor that day was now vividly replaying in his mind, yet it seemed so ridiculous. His arrogance that day had brought him so many bad consequences. He had no one to blame but himself for overestimating himself from the beginning and neglecting the importance of maintaining relationships.
It was he who relentlessly pushed Mu Yunhe to the point of completely breaking with him!
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405 Bloody Interrogation! (Number 25)
Updated: 2013-10-26 0:32:02 Word Count: 3492
Mu Yunhe stood at the other end of the street, coldly watching the flames soaring into the sky below. It was there that Prince Mu emerged and left in dejection. Mu Yunhe's expression showed no sign of softening or easing, and no trace of pity.
His mercy had run out; all Mu Yunhe had left for Prince Mu was ruthlessness and heartlessness.
He drove Prince Mu to a dead end, yet felt no remorse whatsoever. This makes one realize how similar he and Prince Mu were in this respect—father and son, indeed father and son. Both could be ruthless to the point of cruelty. 19.
Looking in the direction Prince Mu left, Mu Yunhe knew he was heading to the palace. Did he think he was helpless once he got there? But the palace was a place not to be easily disturbed; after all, it was the location of the dragon vein. Hmph, he'd let him off the hook for now and deal with that bastard Qin Yinxian first.
Mu Yunhe turned around, his tall figure disappearing into the night.
Inside the General's mansion, Luo Zhiheng had regained consciousness, but due to the severity of her injuries, she was still unable to get out of bed. She had no regrets about not seeing him, but she was naturally anxious, as if in a dream, the things Mu Yunhe had done were still vivid in her mind.
"Where is Yunhe?" she asked, grasping the wet nurse's hand urgently.
She didn't know if Mu Yunhe's killing that night counted as indiscriminate killing. He just killed a group of people like that. What if, what if it was considered indiscriminate killing, or if there were good people among them? Wouldn't Mu Yunhe be in great danger?
"The young prince is fine, young master, don't worry. The young prince is with Prince Shi now. Will you let me go and invite the young prince back?" the wet nurse quickly reassured him.
"No, no need." Luo Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, but felt that she was being too nervous. But after thinking about it carefully, Mu Yunhe was still fine, so there should be no problem, right? That makes sense, every one of those people had killed people and had blood on their hands.
The Queen watched coldly. In her eyes, he was a troublesome figure, but now he was like a trapped beast with broken wings. She didn't know if he was possessed, but such a powerful person was completely unable to move and just lay stiffly on the ground. The Queen hated the Ghost Emperor for making her lose face, so she naturally refused to give the Ghost Emperor any face and just left him there.
When Mu Yunhe entered, the Queen was still pondering how to deal with the Ghost Emperor, but she was still wary of the Emperor Xian. After all, this was the Emperor Xian's guardian, unlike any ordinary guard, and could not be easily touched.
However, what shocked and horrified the king happened instantly with the appearance of Mu Yunhe.
Mu Yunhe walked in with an aloof expression. His gaze was deep and penetrating, a gaze that could see into one's soul, so cold and sharp it sent shivers down one's spine, as if a single glance could annihilate one's spirit. Even the Ghost Emperor, upon seeing the extraordinary Mu Yunhe, felt a sense of awe and aversion to meet his eyes.
But the Ghost King was still enraged by the arrogance and coldness in Mu Yunhe's eyes. He was frozen in place, but he could still make a sound. His childish voice was filled with a cold sharpness and ruthlessness: "Let me go! You damned human, let me go!"
"Human? Are you not human?" Mu Yunhe retorted coldly. Seeing that the Ghost Emperor seemed to be stunned for a moment, Mu Yunhe then said, "I have no interest in what you are. Tell me, where is Qin Yinxian!"