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Yu Zhou remained indifferent and silent. However, Bing Ning grew worried. Although Yu Zhou's secret manual could alter the Adam's apple and pulse, the fact that they were drenched in sweat and had physical contact made it easy for them to be discovered.

What worries Bingning even more is that her grandfather once checked Yu Zhou's pulse. Yu Zhou can survive to 16, but 20 is uncertain. This football match might trigger Yu Zhou's old ailment.

"Husband, please don't go. I beg you." Bingning finally said these words.

Yu Zhou knew what Bing Ning was worried about, but Shen Wuyue had specifically asked him to go, and not going would be treason. She also wanted to use this opportunity to find out about the others, especially Yuan Yang.

"A man? Are you even a man?" But whether you're a man or a woman, you're still my wife. A grey figure stood atop the ancient tower.

"Master, everything is arranged." The men below the tower said.

"Proceed as planned," the man in purple said. Under the moonlight, the town was brightly lit, but blood stained the entire town red. He was Youming, the master of the Fengyu Tower who rose to prominence in the martial arts world three years ago. But who knew his other identity?

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[Dynasty Storm: Spitting Blood]

"Young Master, they're all dead." Lin Lie was covered in blood, his silver eyes chillingly cold. Yu Zhou sat in a pearwood chair and sighed, "Can people be so inhuman?"

"..." Ling Lie remained silent as always, but blood continued to drip from his sword, shimmering with an eerie light that bewitched people.

“Youming, our three-year struggle has only just begun.” Yu Zhou’s eyes suddenly turned piercing.

"Linlie, inform the Minister of Revenue to imprison everyone connected to Fengyulou on my orders. I'm making an example of them. Youming, let's see who's more ruthless." Yu Zhou knew this would only alert the enemy, but were the deaths of all three thousand people in the city in vain? Perhaps this news wouldn't reach Shen Wuyue's ears until a day later. Only Fengyulou could commit such a horrific act.

"Young Master, there is one more thing." His cold expression was tinged with hesitation.

Yu Zhou wondered what could be making this big ice block like him unable to make a decision.

"Speak."

Lin Lie took a notebook from her sleeve and handed it to Yu Zhou. The bloodstains on Lin Lie's face were still so crimson, stinging Yu Zhou's eyes. Three thousand lives—if she had known sooner, things might not have turned out so badly. That night, she sent all the kings away to the brothel—was it for this? Then the first suspect would be Hua Qianmo, but could his clear eyes really belong to a ruthless killer like You Ming? Yu Zhou's heart trembled.

Yu Zhou took the book, her face suddenly turning horrified, her bright eyes filled with anger and disbelief. How could she do this? Has this woman gone mad?

"How could this happen! Did she not care... cough cough cough cough cough!" Yu Zhou slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. His intense anger forced him to bend over and cough. His pained and pale face turned desolate.

"Young Master," Lin Lie said anxiously, supporting Yu Zhou. Seeing Yu Zhou's unsteady state, Lin Lie wished he could kill himself. Why did he show that kind of thing to his young master, knowing that his young master was sick?

He immediately snatched the notebook from Yu Zhou's hand, but Yu Zhou, barely suppressing his anger, shouted, "Give it to me, cough cough cough," still coughing incessantly. He leaned against Lin Lie, barely managing to support his frail body. He flipped through the pages one by one, as if falling into hell.

"Why!" Yu Zhou asked lifelessly, then suddenly coughed violently, 'vomiting' as bright red spider lilies, like messengers of hell, splattered onto his cold robe.

"Young Master," the cold-blooded general, Lin Lie, had never been so flustered before, but the moment he saw Yu Zhou vomit blood, his heart began to panic. The crimson blood on his chest belonged to his young master. He had actually made the person he loved most vomit blood. The most unforgivable thing. He watched her vomit blood.

Yu Zhou, like a rootless duckweed, fell into Lin Lie's arms without warning, but those fair and slender hands grasped the book, the book that had broken her heart.

It turned out that Yu Zhou, in her coma, seemed to have returned to the modern world, to her younger brother whom she had always worried about. Was her brother, who had always cried beside her, still crying? Su Xiu—the brother she had protected with her life. Was it all over? The sky was so dark, a darkness that robbed Yu Zhou of her fear, replaced by a distant loneliness.

"Su Yu, get up quickly."

"Su Yu, please don't keep that cold face."

“Su Yu, this time it’s the real you.”

Duanmu looked at Su Yu with tears streaming down her face, while Su Yu smiled back at Duanmu Liu. It turned out she no longer hated her. She had long since let go. So what was the point now? She was no longer Su Yu; she was Yu Zhou, not living for her brother, not living for her grandfather, but living for everything she had.

Yu Zhou suddenly woke up.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————— Today there are some interludes about time travel. I won't write them clearly, mainly because I'm afraid to. Writing them out would disrupt the plot I set up for my pet. That's all for now, I'll add them in the side stories later. Please forgive me for not writing about the time travel details in the past. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm going to rob someone. I've changed careers to become a bandit, hehe. Women on the left, men on the right, and those who are neither male nor female in the middle. (*^__^*) Hehe…

[Dynasty in Turmoil: The Frozen Collapse]

Yu Zhou slowly opened his eyes. The off-white curtains rose and fell, and a look of joy appeared on his anxious face. However, Yu Zhou's eyes were dim.

"My lord, you've finally woken up." Bing Ning threw herself onto Yu Zhou, crying, her voice slightly hoarse. Her eyes were red and swollen.

Yu Zhou smiled faintly, pushed Bing Ning away, and prepared to go find her to ask her what was going on.

Seeing Yu Zhou about to get up, Bing Ning said, "Husband, Lin Lie is kneeling outside, and I haven't informed anyone about your fainting. But husband, if you continue like this... you..."

"I will die," Yu Zhou replied, putting on his clothes. Bing Ning looked at Yu Zhou in surprise. Although she had grown up with him since childhood, she had never seen him like this, so open-minded. He seemed less sorrowful than before.

Bingning still held onto Yuzhou, saying, "Yuzhou, you've vomited blood." Bingning looked at Yuzhou's pale face with concern. His thin body was so stubborn, and his slender figure was still stunningly beautiful.

"I know, but I need to get one thing cleared up today." Yu Zhou gripped the notebook tightly, his eyes blazing with fury, as if it wanted to devour everything. Yu Zhou, who always wore a calm smile and remained silent, was now filled with murderous intent. Bing Ning took a few steps back in fear.

"Yu Zhou, what's wrong? Where are you going?" Bing Ning tugged at Yu Zhou's sleeve in a panic. Yu Zhou turned around and handed the book to Bing Ning.

"What is this?" Bingning asked, taking the book.

Yu Zhou pressed his lips together, a hint of pain flashing across his exquisite face. "See for yourself."

With a soft rustling sound, Bing Ning turned the pages, her eyes suddenly widening, the pupils contracting and expanding rapidly. She stared at Yu Zhou in terror, retreated to a corner, frantically threw the book aside, and buried her face in her hands, bursting into uncontrollable sobs. Yu Zhou, unable to bear it, closed his eyes.

"Why...why? What grudge did my grandfather have against her? Why did she kill my grandfather? Why...Yu Qingqing...Yu Qingqing..." Bing Ning stared blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, she stopped sobbing.

She slowly stood up, stood in front of Yu Zhou, gave a bitter smile, and roared angrily at Yu Zhou, "Why did you tell me? Why did you tell me?" Tears streamed down her pale face, and she grabbed Yu Zhou's shoulders and shook him repeatedly, her anger, hatred, and all her sorrow mingling in her whispers.

Yu Zhou endured his physical discomfort, looked at Bing Ning's desperate face, and reached out to grab Bing Ning's trembling shoulders, but his hands remained frozen in place.

But Bing Ning slowly softened, throwing herself into Yu Zhou's arms and yelling, "You two knew before you told me! Why... tell me why!"

“Lin Lie was unaware that the ledger contained his master’s blood-written letter,” Yu Zhou said helplessly.