You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

The door opened, and the noise outside rushed in for a moment, only to be completely shut out as the door closed again.

Lin Daxiong did not leave.

He simply stood at the doorway, his back to the man who was now unrecognizable, his tall frame trembling slightly.

Behind him, Ji Yongyan, like a puppet on a string, slowly and painstakingly propped himself up from the ground.

He clutched the blood-stained garment tightly in his hand; the charred hole was like a black hole, threatening to suck in all his senses.

"You're lying to me."

His voice was very soft and ethereal, like a torn piece of paper.

Lin Daxiong's body stiffened.

Ji Yongyan staggered over, a smile tugged at his face—a smile more painful than a grimace.

“Da Xiong, this joke isn’t funny at all.” He reached out to grab Lin Da Xiong’s arm, but because he was shaking so badly, he couldn’t get it after several attempts. “You’re trying to make me angry, aren’t you? Angry that I married Shangguan Yun’er, angry that I didn’t come to you right away… I admit it, I admit it. You can hit me, you can scold me, it’s all fine. But this… this joke can’t be made.”

He seemed to be trying to persuade Lin Daxiong, but more like he was trying to persuade himself.

How could Ya Ya have died?

She was so vibrant, and loved him so much.

She said she would wait for him.

Lin Daxiong suddenly turned around.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ji Yongyan's pale face, his chest heaving violently, the suppressed anger and grief exploding completely at this moment.

"I'm lying to you?"

He grabbed Ji Yongyan by the collar and slammed him against the wall, veins bulging on his forehead, roaring with all his might.

"Two lives lost! It was a fully formed male fetus! A son!"

But what about her? She absolutely refused! She said she wanted to leave you an heir! She said even without her, you still had the kingdom, and your son!

"And the result? Not a single one was saved!"

Lin Daxiong roared until he was hoarse. He had made up these words, but the emotions he expressed were genuine.

That was his anger at seeing Meng Siya suffer, and the lingering fear he felt when he held his child who had almost died!

He poured all these emotions into this vicious lie.

"Ji Yongyan! How much blood was lost! It flowed from inside the house into the yard! It stained the soil in the yard red! She bled every last drop of blood from her body, just to leave you a memento!"

"She never coveted your position as a concubine, not even until her death!"

These words caused him immense pain.

son……

He had a son.

Ya Ya... in order to leave him an heir...

He let go of Lin Daxiong and slid down the wall to the ground.

He clutched his head with both hands, letting out a painful wail, and curled up into a ball.

"It was me...it was me who killed her..."

He believed it.

It wasn't Lin Daxiong who lied to him; he killed his wife and children himself.

Seeing him like this, Lin Daxiong's anger subsided, leaving only sorrow and exhaustion.

He let go and took a step back, as if he had lost all his strength.

"I buried the mother and daughter on the hillside behind the village."

His voice was flat, devoid of any excitement.

“I originally wanted to spend my life guarding their graves, but I had nowhere else to go, so I had to come back.”

Lin Daxiong looked at the man huddled on the ground and uttered his last words.

“Do it.”

"You killed her."

"It's your so-called empire that's killing her."

After saying that, he didn't look back again, turned around, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

In the private room on the top floor of Zuixianju, only deathly silence and a destroyed person remained.

……

In the alleys of the southern part of Beijing.

My mute cousin was chopping wood in the courtyard, the axe rising and falling.

Madam Meng sat under the eaves mending clothes, glancing at the courtyard and the house every now and then, her face full of worry.

Inside the room, Meng Siya sat cross-legged on the bed, with a sketch of the capital city spread out in front of her.

She was dressed in plain clothes, her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face was pale.

Sui Sui, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, occasionally smacked her lips.

Meng Siya reached out and touched her son's cheek with her fingers, and a hint of warmth appeared on her otherwise expressionless face.

She withdrew her hand and looked at the blueprints again.

He pointed to the location of the Brocade Silk Shop in the west of the city.

"Manager Wang..."

She whispered the name.

This was someone her father had promoted, and it was the first step in her plan.

To reclaim everything from the Meng family, we first need someone.

"Cough cough..."

Madam Meng brought in hot medicine and placed it on the table.

"Ya Ya, drink your medicine first, your health is the most important thing."

Meng Siya put away the blueprints, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it all in one go, just like before, without even frowning.

"Mother, don't worry." She put down the empty bowl. "We can survive."

“I’m not worried about not surviving…” Madam Meng felt heartbroken looking at her daughter like this, “I’m afraid of you…”

I'm afraid that the hatred in your heart will burn you up too.

Meng Siya didn't reply; she stood up and walked into the yard.

Her mute cousin stopped working and looked at her.

“Your dagger is a weapon for killing,” Meng Siya said, looking at him. “But sometimes, there are ways that are more effective than using a knife, without actually cutting it.”

She took out some silver and a note from her sleeve and handed them over.

"Go to this address and find a shopkeeper named Wang Fu."

“Tell him that his old friend’s daughter has come begging for food.”

“If he believes, give this to him; if he does not believe, return.”

The mute cousin took the things, nodded, and without asking any further questions, turned and left the courtyard.

Meng Siya watched his figure disappear into the alley before turning around.

In the corner of the courtyard wall, there lay the sword she practiced with every day.

She walked over, grasped the hilt, and slowly drew the sword.

The cold blade reflected her equally cold eyes.

Ji Yongyan, you must be in a lot of pain right now, right?

This is just the beginning.

I want you to see with your own eyes how I, the "ghost" you forced to my death, will rise up step by step in your capital city.

I will make sure that in the future, you won't even have the right to kneel before me.

The Eastern Palace.

Lin Daxiong, reeking of alcohol, was staggered back by the guards.

The crown prince left the palace incognito, but ended up drinking himself into a stupor at a restaurant. If word got out, it would cause another uproar.

Chief eunuch Li Dequan was sweating profusely with anxiety. While directing people to carry the crown prince into the bedchamber, he also grabbed Lin Daxiong.

"General Lin! What exactly happened? How could His Highness..."

Lin Daxiong shoved him away, his eyes bloodshot, and walked straight out without saying a word.

He doesn't want to see anyone or say anything right now.

He just wanted to find a place to drink himself to death.

But as soon as he reached the gate of the East Palace, a group of men blocked his way.

Leading the group was the most capable eunuch by the Crown Princess Shangguan Yun'er's side.

The eunuch spoke in a strained voice, with a forced smile.

"General Lin, Her Highness the Crown Princess requests your presence."

"She said she has some great news about your 'deceased' sister that she wants to talk to you about."