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“Lin Kong?” Sun Man looked at the person across from him in surprise.
Bai Yiming smiled and said, “He is my cousin from my original family, and he learned his jade carving skills from me.”
Sun Man felt a surge of frustration and suddenly laughed at the two of them, saying, “I thought I had cast a wide net to catch all the fish, but it turns out I was the one caught in someone else's trap, completely unaware. What a grand joke! Ha ha!”
Bai Yiming responded with a cold smile. After Sun Man's laughter subsided, he asked, “But I don’t understand. I designed everything for wealth. What about you?”
Bai Yiming suddenly became animated, his expression intense as he said, “Good question! Sun Man, do you know how long I've waited for you to ask that? My heart has been filled with bitterness!”
Sun Man's gaze flickered as he couldn’t help but ask, “Do we have a grudge against each other?”
“Master Sun, how forgetful you are! We indeed have a grudge,” Bai Yiming said coldly. “Do you remember the desolate scholar whose official position you schemed to take away ten years ago?”
“Ten years ago…” Sun Man’s gaze drifted off as if recalling something. After a long pause, he replied, “I’m afraid I don’t remember clearly.”
“Ha ha! Of course you don’t remember! Because you harmed more than just me with your schemes. At that time, you hadn’t yet arrived in Mou Shui, so you didn’t know who I was!”
“But it was because you took away my path to an official career that my family in Mou Shui has fallen into ruin for a hundred years. My father also succumbed to depression and died because of my lost prospects. After twenty years of hard study, I had hoped to realize my ambitions and have a bright future, only to have everything destroyed by one person.” Bai Yiming's words were icy as he continued, “Now do you recognize me?”
“But this happened ten years ago. Why didn’t you seek revenge sooner? Why wait until today?” Sun Man still felt puzzled and asked.
“How tragic! In fact, for ten years, I didn’t even know who had harmed me. It wasn’t until last winter when Lord Luo from my original family mentioned this incident that I finally learned the truth! Since then, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to take my revenge!” Bai Yiming declared.
"How do you know I would come forward to scheme this?" Sun Man asked.
"Because I know you too well. You keep saying that Deng Gang is endlessly greedy, but in fact, you are even more greedy than he is—tenfold, a hundredfold. Of course, I calculated that you would attempt to harm Deng Gang and seize his fortune," Bai Yiming replied, his gaze filled with disdain and mockery.
"Heh, you're not wrong. I am indeed greedy, for in this world, anyone can betray you, but money will never betray you," Sun Man laughed loudly.
"Money may not betray you, but it will cost you your life," Bai Yiming said slowly.
"You've plotted against me to this point! Do you really think that just the two of you can take me down?" Sun Man laughed arrogantly and suddenly charged towards Bai Yiming and his companion.
Bai Yiming remained unmoved and suddenly spoke, "Master Sun, don't you feel your body has grown much colder?"
Sun Man had indeed felt unwell, his body turning icy cold, and he even sensed the cold dew beginning to form in his eyes. Confused, he thought he might be ill. At that moment, Bai Yiming's words sent a chill through him; he halted and coldly demanded, "What have you done?"
"Can Master Sun play that tune 'Xin Di'?" Bai Yiming asked with a smile as warm as spring.
"'Xin Di'? Did you tamper with that flute?" Sun Man's expression turned anxious as he felt an increasing chill in his heart; even his breath turned to mist.
"The so-called 'Xin Di' has another name: 'Si Di'. That flute was a token of love between Xi Caishan and his wife, but it is also the cursed flute that took their lives. For within the tears of the flute lies a hidden poison known as 'The Withering of a Hundred Flowers'," Bai Yiming revealed slowly.
"When 'The Withering of a Hundred Flowers' occurs, nothing grows; when it meets 'Dewdrops on a Blade of Grass', a large amount of toxins will surge within you, solidifying your bloodline. Once solidified, the blood within your veins cannot break through the ice of your blood and will burst forth from your body—much like the despair and helplessness during 'The Withering of a Hundred Flowers'."
Bai Yiming shook his head slightly and sighed, "Back then, Consort Xi suffered from a terminal illness. Not wanting Xi Caishan to be left alone in sorrow, she used this 'The Withering of a Hundred Flowers' poison to kill a generation's Poet Sage. And today, you too shall die by its hand."
“‘The Withering of a Hundred Flowers’… but what is ‘Dewdrops on a Blade of Grass’? I did not see it,” Sun Man exclaimed, shaking his head wildly.
Bai Yiming let out a cold laugh but remained silent. Beside him, Lin Kong raised his hand and said, “Master Sun, didn’t you just catch a whiff of the fragrance of fresh grass?”
Despair filled Sun Man’s heart as he cried out. Suddenly, blood gushed from his mouth, ears, nose, and eyes like a fountain. In an instant, his once fair face turned as pale as mist, and he collapsed in defeat!
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