Rebirth of Jinxuan

The firelight licked at the night sky, illuminating Rory's terrified face.

Rory ran over like a madman, his trembling fingers stroking Qian Xuanmo's cold face.

"Xuanmo! Xuanmo! Wake up!" She shook his body, tears streaming down her face.

The baby in his arms let out a faint cry, as if responding to his grief.

The flames of hatred instantly consumed all of Rory's reason.

He picked up the baby and staggered toward the Qian family ancestral hall, where the ancestral tablets of the Qian family were enshrined, and it was also the Qian family's last refuge.

He gently placed the baby on the ground and pulled out the sword that Qian Xuanmo cherished most during his lifetime from under the shrine.

"Xuanmo, I will definitely avenge you!" Luo Li's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped his sword tightly and charged towards the Luo family mansion.

Under the cover of night, she entered the Luo family home and went straight to Luo Si's room.

However, Luo Si was well prepared, and the door was heavily guarded, making it impossible for Luo Li to get close.

He swung his sword and killed several guards, but more guards rushed up and surrounded her.

Driven to desperation, Rory brandished his blood-stained sword, acting like a madman. "Rory! Come out here! I'm going to kill you!"

Suddenly, the door opened, and Luo Si slowly walked out, a mocking smile on his face. "Luo Li, you've finally come..."

Looking at the crazed Rory before him, Luo Si felt a mix of emotions. He waved his hand, signaling the guards to step back. "Rory, calm down."

"Calm down?" Rory laughed bitterly. "How can you expect me to calm down? My lover, my family, you've killed them all! You wiped out the entire Qian family, and now you want me to calm down?" He pointed his sword at Rory, the tip trembling slightly.

Luo Si remained silent for a moment, then his gaze fell on the crying baby in Luo Li's arms.

“The child is innocent,” he said slowly. “He is a member of the Qian family.”

Rory's body stiffened, and he looked down at the baby in his arms, his eyes gradually softening.

This is Qian Xuanmo's child, the Qian family's only hope.

Luo Si took a few steps closer, his tone softening: "Luo Li, I know you hate me, but for the sake of our brotherhood, I promise you, as long as I live, I will protect the Qian family, young and old."

The Luo family's subordinates all tried to dissuade them, saying that the Qian family and the Luo family had an irreconcilable feud and that leaving behind endless troubles would only cause problems later.

Luo Si, however, remained adamant. "My mind is made up, there's no need for further explanation." He looked at Luo Li and said, "Go, take the children, and go as far away as possible."

Rory didn't say anything, turned around and left the Rory family mansion.

He knew that with his current strength, he was incapable of taking revenge.

But he will not give up. One day, he will make Luo pay for his crimes in blood.

Years later, Luo Si saw a familiar figure at Zuiyue Tower.

Despite her heavy makeup and melodious voice, she couldn't conceal the deep-seated sorrow within her.

Rory, he actually ended up as a male prostitute, becoming an actor at the Drunken Moon Pavilion.

Luo Si was heartbroken. He found Luo Li and wanted to take him away from this place.

“Luo Si…” Luo Li looked at Luo Si in front of him with a complicated expression, “You shouldn’t have come to find me.”

Luo Si grasped his hand. "Come with me. Let's leave this place and start over."

Rory gently pulled his hand away. "I can't go back..." He turned around and continued singing that mournful song, his voice plaintive and heartbreaking.

Luo Si watched his retreating figure, feeling utterly powerless.

“Rory…” he began again, but didn’t know what to say.

Rory stopped singing, slowly turned around, his eyes icy, "Rory..."

“Luo Si,” Luo Li said, his voice icy cold, “you wiped out the entire Qian family, killed my lover, and now you’re hypocritically asking me to go with you? Don’t you find that ridiculous?” The hatred in his eyes was as sharp as a knife, piercing Luo Si’s heart.

Luo Si's face was pale, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word. He knew that what Luo Li said was true; he owed the Qian family, he owed Luo Li far too much.

“I will not go with you,” Rory said resolutely. “I cannot take revenge, nor can I acknowledge you as my elder brother. From the moment you ordered the massacre of the Qian family, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.” He turned away, refusing to look at Rory again.

Luo Si lowered his hands helplessly. He knew he had lost Luo Li, lost him forever. He silently left Zuiyue Tower, his heart filled with desolation.

A few days later, news of the change of ownership of Zuiyue Tower spread throughout the city.

Shockingly, the new owner turned out to be Rory.

It turned out that Luo Si had bought all the courtesans and male prostitutes of Zuiyuelou and given them to Luo Li, promising not to interfere with the operation of Zuiyuelou anymore.

Rory did not refuse; he knew this was the only compensation Rory could offer.

He took in many orphaned and helpless teenagers at Zuiyue Tower, found people to teach them to read and write, practice martial arts, and secretly helped the poor, atoning for his sins in his own way.

Mr. Qian was settled in a secluded courtyard by Luo Li. He had no worries about food and clothing, but he was depressed all day long.

Rory would occasionally visit him, bringing him food and clothing, but Mr. Qian always treated him coldly and never uttered a word.

“All that you’ve done is in vain,” Old Qian finally spoke one day, his voice hoarse. “Do you think this can atone for the sins you’ve committed? You killed Xuanmo, you killed my son, you killed the entire Qian family!”

Rory listened silently, offering no explanation. He knew that Old Qian was right; the sins he had committed could never be atoned.

“I will never forgive you,” Qian Lao’s voice was filled with deep hatred, “never…” He turned away and stopped looking at Rory.

Rory sighed softly, turned and left the yard.

The business at Zuiyuelou was getting better and better, and Rory gradually got used to life there.

He managed the affairs of the building every day, taught the boys, and occasionally, in the quiet of the night, he would sit alone on the roof, gazing at the bright moon, reminiscing about the past...