Return of the Pearl

Chapter 94 It’s Hong Zhou

When Altai heard An Yi's words, it was as if he was struck by a bolt from the blue. His body was as if cast under a spell and instantly froze in place, unable to move. He opened his eyes wide, full of fear and despair. His pupils dilated rapidly with fear, as if they were about to pop out of his eye sockets. His eyes were empty and helpless, as if he had lost his soul.

His face, which was already as pale as paper, now became even more bloodless, like a pale mask filled with fear and anxiety. His cracked lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only silently endure this huge blow in his heart.

Altai widened his eyes in despair and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I confess, I'll tell you everything! Please, can you give me another chance?" His voice was full of pleading and sincerity, as if it burst out from the depths of his soul, carrying endless pain and regret.

An Yi slowly shook his head, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including resentment and determination. He whispered, "You don't have to confess. I already know what I want. Just wait to die!" After that, An Yi turned around resolutely and no longer looked at Altai.

He walked out of the cell with firm steps, step by step. Each step was resolute and firm, without any hesitation or nostalgia. Altai was left in the cell shouting in despair, and the sound was like crying and complaining, echoing in the cell for a long time.

His face was full of pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. He kept pounding the ground, as if trying to vent all the regret in his heart. The sound echoed in the cell for a long time.

An Yi walked slowly back to the hall with steady and firm steps, as if following silent drumbeats. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and every step he took was filled with confidence and perseverance, as if nothing could shake his determination.

When he came in front of Qianlong, he slowly bent down, his waist like a bow, showing his respect for Qianlong. He bowed respectfully, his movements were smooth and natural, without any delay or perfunctory. Then, he stood up, his back straight, as firm as a pillar.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and said in a low and respectful voice, "Greetings to the master." The voice was full of respect and awe for Qianlong, as if it flowed from the depths of his heart.

Qianlong raised his chin slightly, and his raised face revealed an imperceptible expression of eagerness and expectation. There seemed to be a gleam in his eyes, as if he was longing for an answer, or worried about something.

At this moment, Qianlong opened his lips and asked, "Have you found out?" There was an obvious urgency in his voice, and that urgency seemed to be mixed with a hint of worry and expectation, as if his heart was being stirred by some strong emotion at the moment.

An Yi shook his head slightly, a look of embarrassment emerging on his face, as if telling of his inner entanglement and helplessness. He did not answer very confidently: "Altai did not confess directly, but I used other methods. As for this person, it is up to you, my master, to decide." His voice was low and steady, but revealed a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

Qianlong's brows furrowed even tighter, and the wrinkles on his brows were like deep ravines, revealing his inner worries and doubts. His eyes were fixed on An Yi, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk, as if he wanted to glimpse the slightest clue from An Yi's expression.

An Yi clearly felt Qianlong's sharp gaze. He lowered his head slightly to avoid Qianlong's pressing sight. Then, he continued in a low voice: "It's Heshuo Heqin Prince Hongzhou." There was an imperceptible heaviness in his words.

When that familiar name slammed out of An Yi's mouth like a heavy hammer, Qianlong felt as if a huge rock had suddenly been thrown into his heart. In an instant, turbulent waves surged in his heart. Countless complex emotions seemed to intertwine and flicker in his eyes. Doubts enveloped his heart like thick clouds, leaving him in deep confusion. No matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't find the answer.

There were emotions like a series of vivid pictures, and the past events with Heshuo He Prince Hongzhou kept flashing in his mind like slides, evoking endless memories; there was also a subtle disappointment, which silently seeped into his soul like wisps of drizzle, making him feel extremely heavy and depressed in pain and loss.

At this moment, Qianlong frowned, with deep worry and thought between his brows. His tangled expression seemed to tell of his inner struggle and torment. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was whispering something silently, or trying his best to suppress his emotions.

His eyes were unpredictable in the complex emotions, sometimes confused, sometimes full of emotion, and sometimes with a hint of unspeakable disappointment, like a pool of deep water, difficult to grasp.

Qianlong's eyes were like the ever-changing winds and clouds, making it difficult to grasp the deep meaning contained in them. Countless complex emotions were intertwined in his eyes, an expression that was difficult to describe in words. His brows were slightly wrinkled, like undulating mountains, and deep thought and worry were revealed between his brows, as if he was trying hard to explore the truth behind all this in his mind, wanting to uncover the layers of fog.

His lips were trembling slightly, like fallen leaves in the wind. He seemed to have thousands of words to say, but seemed to be restrained by some invisible force, making him unable to speak. He could only reveal his inner turmoil and struggle in that silent trembling. His furrowed brows and trembling lips showed his inner confusion, worry and entanglement to the fullest, making people truly feel his state of mind at the moment.

Behind that complex expression, Qianlong's heart raged with intense struggle and deliberation, like surging waves. He pondered: I have always treated him with the utmost care and love, and I have treated him with such kindness! But why would he betray my trust by doing something so immoral and treacherous? Since An Yi had undoubtedly spoken the name, he must have irrefutable evidence. This was an undeniable fact.

At this moment, he could only deal with the affairs in Shandong properly first, and then return to Beijing to settle accounts with those who were hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to stir up trouble. He clenched his fists tightly, secretly made up his mind, and his eyes revealed a firm light, like a torch, illuminating his way forward.

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