Moments from years ago to the present flashed before his eyes like a movie.
Old Master Qin slept soundly.
Despite his wounds, he seemed to be at peace.
His lips curved upwards slightly.
He did not appear to be suffering in the mortal realm.
Yun Shu felt a pang of emotion, her heart turning sour. She, who moments ago could not calm herself, could now calmly look at Old Master Qin and observe his wounds.
She also gazed at Zhan Tianye.
Through his indifferent countenance, she saw his deeply wounded heart.
Old Master Qin's sudden passing was undoubtedly a devastating blow to him.
She sat beside him, tightly gripping his hand.
The temperature of his hand was chilling, icy to the touch.
Her palm was not much warmer, but it was better than his.
The moment she held his hand, his fingertips twitched. His long-dormant fingers moved stiffly, and his long lashes fluttered. He turned his head to look at her.
At this moment, the emotions hidden deep within the vast ocean of his eyes found an outlet.
He said, "I will never see my maternal grandfather again."
In this moment, Zhan Tianye revealed his vulnerability and his pain.
Yun Shu's heart ached intensely. Her voice was gentle, "No, Old Master Qin will always be in our hearts, yours, mine, and the children's. As long as we remember him, he will be before our eyes."
Zhan Tianye suddenly clutched Yun Shu tightly.
As if afraid that Yun Shu would leave him again.
Outside the door, the wind and clouds churned.
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
Heaven and earth seemed to be connected by wisps of damp air.
A strong wind began to blow.
Heavy rain suddenly poured down.
Some people, unafraid, traversed through the downpour.
The carriage carrying some people rushed forward in a panicked manner.
The General's mansion, the Qin family's residence, remained brightly lit.
Even the torrential rain, which obscured the path ahead, could not extinguish the light.
A grand door was kicked open with a bang.
"Ah! Who is it?!"
Following the questioning cry, two figures appeared in the courtyard.
"Where is Qian Le'er?!" Qiu Lu, his eyes bloodshot with rage, questioned the drowsy servant.
The servant was in a panic, startled by the two figures drenched from head to toe.
They looked like Yama Kings from hell, exuding an aura of malevolence.
"Madam, Madam is resting. Who... who are you? Why have you broken into this residence?" the servant stammered.
However, as soon as the question was uttered, the two were gone.
By this time, the heavy rain had subsided to a drizzle.
The servant wiped the rain from his face, looking around in a daze. Had he dreamt it? Had he seen wrong? Had no one come?
The next moment.
He heard his Madam's scream, and immediately knew it was not a dream!
Two people, like death gods, had indeed broken in!
The main door was still ajar!
At this moment, Qian Le'er stared at Qiu Lu and Jing Heng with terror.
"What... what do you want?! Cousin, why are you barging into my home in the middle of the night? I told you, this is the path I've chosen, and you have no right to interfere. You can't control me! Don't expect me to say anything!" Qian Le'er's heart leaped, and she calmly reacted, retorting sternly.
However.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiu Lu was already a few steps away, in front of her.
He grabbed her slender neck.
This time, she was truly terrified.
"Cousin, what are you doing? Look closely, I am Le'er, your cousin! Don't forget you promised my parents that we were family, and even if they were gone, you would take good care of me and be my support. You can't break your word! Are you trying to kill me?" Qian Le'er questioned in panic.
Qiu Lu did not use his full strength, but it was enough to make it difficult for Qian Le'er to breathe.
His face was deathly pale, and he gritted his teeth, demanding, "Qian Le'er, I ask you, who is the person behind you?!"
Although Qian Le'er was struggling to breathe, she remained silent.
"Qian Le'er! Do you know that the person behind you killed the Prince's maternal grandfather?! Do you know what that means? If you don't speak now, the Prince will surely not spare you!" Qiu Lu said, both angry and anxious.
He was angry at Qian Le'er's lack of sense and the ruthlessness of her patron!
He was anxious because he understood the Prince. He knew that the Prince did not value many people, and if someone he valued was killed or harmed, the Prince would retaliate a hundredfold with ruthless severity.
Qian Le'er was startled. "What does the Prince's maternal grandfather being killed have to do with me? You... cough cough... let go of me!"
That person was so powerful?
He killed the Prince's maternal grandfather?
Wasn't that declaring war on the Prince?
Then she... definitely couldn't say anything.
"Speak, who is it! This is the last chance I, your cousin, give you! If you intend to continue assisting evildoers, do not regret it in the future! At that time, I will not be able to save you!" Qiu Lu warned in anger.
At this moment, he was extremely anxious.
Qian Le'er, however, seemed to have made up her mind and completely ignored Qiu Lu.
She was confident that Qiu Lu would not strangle her to death.
"Stop asking! No matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same! I won't say anything, and I don't know anything! I truly don't know anything!"
Just as Qiu Lu was about to let go in desperation, Jing Heng suddenly pushed Qiu Lu aside.
With extreme speed, he struck Qiu Lu's acupoints before Qiu Lu could react.
He then grabbed Qian Le'er, who was trying to escape, and clamped his hand around her neck.
His expression was blank.
His actions were ruthless.
His strength was clearly greater than Qiu Lu's, the kind that made one feel he was exerting himself, as if the next moment, if he increased the pressure, he could twist her neck and break it.
Qiu Lu stared at Jing Heng with wide eyes.
Qian Le'er was terrified, struggling to breathe, her face turning bright red. "Let... let... go..."
She began to feel fear.
Because she truly felt that she was going to die.
She kicked her legs desperately.
Qiu Lu instinctively wanted to intervene, but his acupoints were sealed, and he could not break free from the pressure points in a short time. He could only anxiously hope that Jing Heng would not kill her!
Qian Le'er's face turned redder.
Her strength waned.
When she finally realized that Jing Heng was different from her cousin and truly intended to kill her, she was scared. Trembling with terror, she managed to utter two words, "I... will... tell..."
Upon hearing this, Jing Heng released his grip, his voice icy cold, "If you don't tell the truth, I will break your neck directly."
Qian Le'er looked at Qiu Lu, whose acupoints were sealed and who could not move, and swallowed her fear.
"Speak," Jing Heng commanded emotionlessly, like a god of death.
He took out a small dagger, its cold glint radiating an eerie aura, making people inexplicably fearful. He said, "I have used this to disembowel hundreds of people. I am impatient, do you understand?"