adbindia Chapter 532: That Is Your Nephew
Chapter 532: That Is Your Nephew
Suddenly appeared in his mansion, suddenly appeared in his bedroom, like a ghost, without alarming any servant, what kind of skills are these?
Prince Zhuang finally caught his breath, but there was so much he wanted to say, in the end, it only turned into two words with a biting fierceness: "Old Fifth!"
Wasn’t that figure precisely Old Fifth?
The same as the person seen on the roof of the Zhuangya Pavilion.
But how could Old Fifth suddenly appear in his room?
His room seemed quiet on the surface, with no one around, but outside the house, there were top-grade Hidden Guards standing watch, and not just one.
How did he enter the room without alerting the Hidden Guards?
However, Prince Zhuang was not afraid. He was about to look for Prince Cheng, his son’s life or death was uncertain, and earlier the Princess had asked him, he couldn’t keep deflecting forever.
The person gave a chuckle filled with sarcasm: "Old Third, debts always have to be repaid. You used unscrupulous means for the position of Crown Prince, yet you couldn’t hold onto it. You’ve done so many heinous deeds and faced retribution. Do you regret it?"
Prince Zhuang was furious, his voice ominous, "Old Fifth, is Wei’er with you? He is just a ten-year-old child, innocent, and you could harm him, you’re a beast!"
The person indifferently replied, "Your son is ten, and others become beasts by harming him! How much blood are you stained with over the years to get the position of Crown Prince? Among those you got rid of, not only were there children under ten, but even infants in swaddling clothes! Your child is innocent, but others’ children aren’t?"
Prince Zhuang was being questioned, his face flushed. Throughout these years, anyone who stood in his way would be eliminated without a trace. He had a group of Jianghu experts under his hand, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, following his orders to kill countless people. To intimidate or vent, he eradicated many families, he couldn’t even remember!
But his face was flushed not from shame, but from anger, he shouted: "Wei’er is an Imperial Grandson; how could those cheap lives compare to him?"
The person’s gaze turned cold, speaking faintly, "High or low lives, it’s all just a life. Prepare to collect your son’s corpse!"
Watching that person turn to leave, Prince Zhuang panicked; he chased after: "Old Fifth, you can’t do that, he’s your nephew, do you have no humanity left?"
The underlying meaning of those words—could it be Wei’er is still alive? Hope rose in Prince Zhuang’s heart; he couldn’t let Wei’er die!
The person abruptly turned, glaring coldly at him: "Nephew? Isn’t Jingchen also your nephew? Why did you poison him? In the Capital City, I haven’t offended you, have I? Jingchen, a younger generation, hasn’t offended you either, has he? Why did you target him?"
"I didn’t, I didn’t, it really wasn’t me who killed Jingchen, I’ve been wronged!" Prince Zhuang quickly denied, it was a joke, where could he dare to admit in front of this killing god?
The person sneered: "Do you think I’m easy to deceive, or do you think you can fool me? It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, then I’ll carve your flesh piece by piece until you do!"
The chilling cold seemed to freeze the entire room, a sword abruptly appeared in front of him, its cold light flashing, making Prince Zhuang’s scalp tingle. Moreover, this matter has already been investigated by the Capital Governor, there’s no hiding it. Prince Zhuang stopped trying to deny it, he pleaded: "Old Fifth, the dead are already gone, I’ve paid the price now, I’ve even lost the Crown Prince position, I regret it so much, please forgive me, please forgive me!"
"Forgive?" Huangfu Yi’s eyes were devoid of warmth, "Then I shall kill Huangfu Wei, and come to you for forgiveness!"
Seeing the icy cold intent in his eyes, Prince Zhuang feared that he might, in a fit of anger, return and kill Huangfu Wei, he hurriedly said: "I had no other choice, I didn’t want to kill him, his birthdate thwarted my mandate, I couldn’t become the Crown Prince!"
A sharp killing intent flashed in Huangfu Yi’s eyes: "You don’t understand fate, and cannot calculate birthdates, who said this?"
Prince Zhuang, with resolve, blurted out: "It was Master Kong Chan of Bodhi Temple!" Framing once was framing, twice was framing too. He had told his father the same, so why not to Old Fifth?
Huangfu Yi’s gaze was grim, "Nonsense!"
Unclear if referencing Prince Zhuang or the speaker of this statement.
Prince Zhuang wiped his sweat, saying: "So Old Fifth, you must believe me, I had no intention of targeting Jingchen. I was deceived by others and lost my mind momentarily! Please, do not vent your anger on Wei’er, he is innocent!"
Prince Zhuang felt anxious and angry; where were his Hidden Guards? Why was there still no movement? His voice was not small; couldn’t those Hidden Guards come and see?
Huangfu Yi suddenly stepped forward, coldly saying: "Fine! I won’t kill Huangfu Wei, I’ll kill you!" As he spoke, he grabbed Prince Zhuang whole, a chilled, flashing sword appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
An icy chill emanated from the blade, a piercing cold, and the sword’s killing aura surrounded Prince Zhuang.
Huangfu Yi’s voice was as if it came from hell, dark, cold, and full of monstrous killing intent: "Debts have origins, and creditors; you ask me not to kill your son, fine, then I’ll kill you to pay for my Jingchen’s life!" As he said this, the sword that gleamed with a cold light came slashing toward his neck!
"Ah, no..." Prince Zhuang was so scared that his soul fled, and even his voice changed.
His scream had an effect, Huangfu Yi’s hand slightly loosened, and the sword pressed against his neck, the killing intent not dissipated, the blade icy, making his whole neck feel cold.
Prince Zhuang felt like he had gone through a cycle of life and death, his legs weak, the terror of death looming overhead wouldn’t go away, and the sword remained in place, just a slight push forward, and it would sever his neck.
The threat of death hadn’t left. The once furious Prince Zhuang now had only pleading and terror in his eyes.
Actually, upon seeing Old Fifth, he had thought of calling someone, but he knew clearly that before his person could arrive, Old Fifth would likely have already acted.
It was said that back in the day, Old Fifth had a nickname "Jade-faced Yama" in the military camp, given by the enemy forces of the Dragon Nest Tribe. On the battlefield, he was like an incarnation of King Yan, reaping lives mercilessly, instilling fear in the enemy. He was a true iron-blooded Yama who had come from the battlefield, human lives were akin to ants in his eyes. If he was provoked, one would only die faster.
Moreover, Old Fifth managed to avoid the Hidden Guards’ detection; likely, his skills were better than his Hidden Guards’.
Even though after his death, Old Fifth wouldn’t escape responsibility, and would certainly be executed by father, without his own life left, what use was it whether the emperor avenged him or not?
No, he couldn’t die, he had to save himself.
Prince Zhuang’s eyes darted around, thinking of a strategy.