"Why are they going to the Shen Mansion? What does Xia Chuli want to do?"
Shen Qingfeng almost roared out these words. The sudden surge of fear was like a red - hot iron pestle stabbing into his heart suddenly. The burning pain was heart - wrenching, making his whole body tremble.
Xiang Cheng in front of him suddenly burst into howls. He bent down, his whole body shaking: "The king said... said that the Shen family intended to rebel. Immediately... exterminate the whole family..."
Shen Qingfeng was instantly stunned.
What...
What did he hear?
The Shen family... wanted to rebel?
This was impossible. How could it be? Even though his father disliked Xia Chuli so much, it was only because he didn't want him to be with Xia Chuli. Come to think of it, his father and elder brother had always supported A Li's ascension to the throne, right?
"This... this is impossible..." It was as if a gust of strong wind had swept across his ears, blowing away all the sounds around him. Shen Qingfeng only felt his ears buzzing. His feet went weak, and he took several steps back suddenly. Leaning on the table, his face was frighteningly empty: "How could Father rebel... There must be some mistake!"
Xiang Cheng crawled forward a few steps on his knees, tears streaming down his face: "Young master, young master..."
Rebellion... Shen Qingfeng didn't dare to think about what Xia Chuli would do to those who rebelled.
"There must be some mistake!"
Shen Qingfeng almost roared out. He grabbed Xiang Cheng's shoulders and pleaded sadly: "Xiang Cheng, take me to the Shen Mansion! Hurry up!"
The world around him began to distort, and everything became so unreal.
A few months ago, when he was locked in the Qifeng Hall by Xia Chuli, although his heart was full of indignation, as for Xia Chuli, the emperor he had helped to ascend the throne, Shen Qingfeng only felt more disappointment and helplessness towards him. He was the king, and he was the subject. He couldn't understand Xia Chuli's blood - thirst, but he also knew that Xia Chuli's motivation for killing was to safeguard the royal power, and the people he killed were all the followers of the former King Cheng and King Yu.
But now, why would the Shen Mansion, which had always firmly supported Xia Chuli, also be implicated? What exactly had happened in these few months? How could things get out of control like this?
Shen Qingfeng lay on Xiang Cheng's back, looking at the imperial guards shouting and arresting people below, still a little dazed.
The strong wind howled past his ears. Xiang Cheng used his lightness skill and quickly skimmed across the rooftops. Shen Qingfeng could clearly smell the smell of blood emanating from Xiang Cheng. He slowly raised his hand that was on Xiang Cheng's shoulder. The bright red in front of his eyes made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The closer he got to the Shen Mansion, the more uneasy Shen Qingfeng felt. Until he looked over Xiang Cheng's shoulder and saw the familiar yet strange Shen Mansion wrapped in blood not far away. In an instant, Shen Qingfeng felt his mind go blank and all sounds disappear.
He stumbled off Xiang Cheng's back. The sight of the killing and blood everywhere left him at a loss. The helpless cries for help from the people of the Shen family came from his ears.
He saw A Man lying on the ground with wide - open eyes, dead, and Rong Liu, who had been pierced through the heart with a sword and was nailed to the ground by a long sword.
He also saw Yu Shuang standing on the eaves, coldly watching everything with a half - blood - stained mask on his face. Under the tiles he stepped on, the words "Shen Mansion" were already tilted at one corner.
A storm swept through his mind, and his rationality snapped instantly.
Shen Qingfeng roared and rushed in. He pulled out a long sword from an unnamed corpse beside him and rushed in a frenzy in front of an assassin. With a "clang", he blocked the long sword that was slashing towards Uncle Zhong.
"... Young master!"
Uncle Zhong's old voice came from behind Shen Qingfeng. Before Shen Qingfeng could say anything, the assassin in front of him took off his mask. It was Wu Si, his former subordinate.
"Wu Si! What are you doing!" Shen Qingfeng's eyes were blood - red. With the screams of the people around him ringing in his ears, his heart skipped a beat: "Tell them to stop at once!"
Wu Si looked at him, his eyes full of cold light: "Young master, you shouldn't be here."
"Tell them to stop!" Shen Qingfeng's voice was heart - rending. He turned to look at Yu Shuang standing on the eaves and repeated again: "Tell them to stop! Don't you listen to my orders anymore!"
Yu Shuang slowly turned his head to look at Shen Qingfeng. The silver mask glowed a pale light in the dark night.
"Yu Shuang! This is an order!"
"Young master." Wu Si in front of him suddenly spoke. His voice was extremely low, like a fierce ghost coming for a life: "You shouldn't have come here."
As soon as the words were out, Wu Si attacked. He was extremely fast and suddenly skimmed past Shen Qingfeng's side. Then, Shen Qingfeng heard Uncle Zhong let out a shrill scream behind him.
The scream was like thousands of ice picks nailing Shen Qingfeng firmly to the ground. His blood almost exploded in an instant, piercing through his blood vessels and ravaging his internal organs. He slowly turned his head and saw Uncle Zhong's wide - open eyes staring at him, dead but not at peace.
In that instant, Shen Qingfeng couldn't hear anything.
In the dead silence, he could only see Uncle Zhong's eyes slowly losing the light of life in front of him and the pool of bright red blood all over the ground.
He couldn't remember many details of what happened after that. He only remembered that he fought with blood - red eyes, cut off one of Wu Si's arms with his sword, and then rushed into the hall with his sword in hand. But he was no match for the people of the Tingfeng Pavilion alone. Finally, his long sword was cut off by Yu Shuang with a single knife, and then he was chained and tied to an execution rack.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't know who the execution rack was originally prepared for and why it was brought to the Shen Mansion.
He struggled and cursed, but in the end, it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the people of the Shen Mansion fell one by one in a pool of blood.
His throat was hoarse from shouting, and his skin was bleeding from struggling. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and it began to drizzle. The rain washed the blood on the ground, winding into blood - red streams.
The ground that had been scorched by the sun during the day hadn't cooled down enough at night. When the rain fell on the ground, white mists rose. Shen Qingfeng stared angrily. Through the mist, he saw Yu Shuang dragging a person out of the main hall of the Shen Mansion.
It was Shen Shiqiu, covered in blood and almost losing signs of life.
Shen Qingfeng's eyes were about to burst with anger. He tore his hoarse throat and called out tremulously: "Father...!"
"——Father!" At the same time, the same cry came from the main hall. Shen Yu rushed out with his sword in hand and stabbed at Yu Shuang, but Yu Shuang dodged to the side. Then he suddenly turned around and kicked Shen Yu precisely in the chest, kicking him flying. He hit a pillar and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Elder brother——!" Shen Qingfeng roared. His hoarse throat was like it was filled with fine needles, hurting him to the bone.
Shen Yu heard Shen Qingfeng's voice. He turned his head and looked over. His eyes suddenly brightened, but then his eyes suddenly saw someone beside Shen Qingfeng. His face instantly distorted, and he shouted angrily: "Xia Chuli! You ungrateful wretch! You brute!"