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Slayer of Nobles
墨書 Inktalez
Red Lantern Hanging under the eaves, the embroidered red bedding piled high in front of the bed resembled flames, while the curtains adorned with symbols of prosperity hung over the summer canopy. Two pairs of embroidered shoes were placed on the stepping stool, and the wedding room was filled with large red paper cuttings of auspicious characters. The swaying red candles illuminated everything, making it even more radiant.
After a whole day of busyness, it was unknowingly time to light the lamps.
In the bridal chamber, the fragrant dragon's saliva incense from the auspicious beast incense burner wafted through the air, filling the wedding room with an ethereal ambiance.
Yun Kexin changed into a gauzy dress and sat properly at the head of the bed, shyly glancing at the dishes on the table. Through the dreamlike smoke, there was finally some movement outside the door, followed by a faint scent of wine that wafted in. It was not unpleasant; instead, it carried Fu Yihang's sandalwood fragrance, like a refreshing summer breeze that dispelled the restlessness in her heart.
Today was Yun Kexin's joyous day. She had finally waited for this moment to marry her childhood friend Han Wangfu Heir Apparent Fu Yihang, hand in hand for a hundred years—her delicate jade-like hands resting on her knees trembled slightly with excitement.
Suddenly, she felt a heaviness on her head and realized that she had not yet removed the Phoenix Crown. She hurriedly reached up to take it off, but her hair got tangled with the golden phoenix.
"You can't take it off? Then just wear it for now," a familiar voice rang out in front of her, tinged with a hint of mockery. "It's okay; this Phoenix Crown and veil suit you very well."
"Husband..." Yun Kexin looked up in surprise, realizing that Fu Yihang had witnessed her earlier struggle. Instantly, embarrassment flushed her face as she stammered, "I... made you laugh..."
Fu Yihang merely smiled lightly, taking Yun Kexin's hand and leading her to the table. He picked up a pot of wine and filled two cups before handing one to her:
"Come, let's drink this Toasting Wine, and may we be united forever." Holding his cup, his handsome face was bathed in soft candlelight, enchanting and charming. His voice teased her sensitive nerves as he added, "Then we can rest."
Yun Kexin, blushing deeply, accepted the cup. They circled around each other’s arms and exchanged glances before smiling and lowering their eyelids. In that moment, he lifted his eyelids and watched as she drank little by little. Meanwhile, he smirked and suddenly pulled back his wrist. In her astonished gaze, he turned over the cup he held in his hand, spilling the wine down.
"Husband, you..." Yun Kexin widened her eyes in shock, looking at Fu Yihang, who seemed like a different person now, confused about what had just happened.
Moments later, she felt a cluster of flames burning against her skin inside her abdomen; it was unbearable pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she trembled; her beautiful face twisted in agony... The wine had a problem!
“Fu Yihang, what did you make me drink?” Yun Kexin shouted angrily, one hand gripping the edge of the table and the other clutching her chest. “Why?”
“‘Qianji Wine’!” Fu Yihang replied flatly, his once magnetic and elegant voice now sounding as cold as death, “This is a ‘treatment’ reserved for the Empress or concubines who have been granted death in the palace. You should be clear about that.”
“You... why—” Yun Kexin's face turned ashen, her crimson lips bitten and bleeding. She fought against the burning pain in her abdomen and asked stubbornly with a trembling voice.
“Of course it’s Root Out the Weeds!” A soft voice came from the doorway, followed by a slender figure walking gracefully closer.
Yun Kexin looked up: Yun Ran! Her sister, what was she doing here?
“Yun Kexin, I remember you made me ‘watch a joke’ before,” Fu Yihang smiled slightly, speaking as if discussing something trivial, “In fact, I have been watching your joke for over ten years. You foolish woman, from the moment you were born, you were destined to be a joke.” His voice suddenly rose, his handsome face darkening with malice. “How could I, the dignified Han Wangfu Heir Apparent, possibly marry someone like you who recognizes thieves as mothers and becomes a pawn for others?”
Yun Kexin was stunned, seemingly forgetting the excruciating pain caused by the poison raging within her. She forced herself to stand upright and suddenly tore off her Phoenix Crown, throwing it to the ground. The sound of beads scattering on the floor pierced through the air painfully. Her bright red robe was torn to shreds, leaving only her inner white garments and undergarments. She rushed forward and grabbed Fu Yihang's collar, her eyes filled with fury as she said, “Fu Yihang, clarify your words! What do you mean by ‘recognizing thieves as mothers’? Isn’t my Mother your Aunt?” The pain was so intense she felt like she might shatter her teeth, but she held on tightly—if she was to die, she would at least die with clarity. “I was born a joke? What joke?!”
“Brother Fu, anyway, most of the people from First House and Second House are dead now,” Yun Ran said, her jade fingers painted with bright red lacquer resting on Fu Yihang’s shoulder. Her voice was sharp enough to pierce through him. “Let’s just pretend we’re showing some kindness before she dies.”
“!” Yun Kexin's face turned pale as she bit out a word through clenched teeth—her cold gaze swept toward Yun Ran, yet her hands still clutched tightly at Fu Yihang's collar as if she might strangle him at any moment.
“Oh, my dear sister, do you think my Mother truly loves you?” Facing Yun Kexin's bloodthirsty gaze, Yun Ran felt no fear; instead, it seemed like years of suppressed jealousy were being released in delight. Her words became sharper and more venomous. “That’s because you are the Second House Adopted daughter given to the Third House. From the moment you were born, before you even had a chance to call the Second House ‘parents’, you became a knife in my mother’s hand. Let me make this clearer: you are merely my mother’s weapon against the Second House. Is your life not a joke? Hahaha…”
The cruel laughter turned what should have been a warm wedding room into a terrifying hell.
“Adopted to the Third House—whose idea was that? It couldn’t have been my biological parents!” Yun Kexin spat out bitterly, her eyes shining brighter than ever before. However, the intense pain throughout her abdomen made her loosen her grip on Fu Yihang’s collar and bend down to the ground. She was desperate for an answer. “Whose idea?”
“Of course it couldn’t have been from the Second House. They would never part with their own flesh and blood for adoption. It’s just unfortunate that they are no match for my family,” Yun Ran looked down at the struggling Yun Kexin, feeling triumphant. “Indeed, if it weren’t for how deeply attached the Second House was to you and their lack of vigilance, my mother wouldn’t have been able to so easily eliminate your Mother's unborn child through you or sell off your sister Yun Yan. And then there’s Yun Ke—”
Yun Ke, what happened? Her cousin, no, her biological brother, the one who cared for and loved her the most, even more than Second Uncle and Auntie. To be precise, after her biological parents passed away, Yun Ke was the best person to her. What happened to him?
“Yun Ran, don’t!” Fu Yihang, who had been standing like a wax figure, suddenly shouted in alarm, “Don’t mention General Yun Ke’s matter to her.”
“Quick!” Yun Kexin used all her strength to utter two words, as if she wanted to cling tightly to the pair of “Jade Companion” before her.
Yun Kexin, with disheveled hair and dressed in white clothes and pants, lay on the ground. Due to the effects of poison, blood oozed from her seven orifices, her neck stiffened, and her shoulders and legs convulsed. Her slender form was twisted into a bow shape by immense pain, resembling a vengeful ghost from the underworld come to claim a life. The scene was unbearable to witness.
The sweet yet piercing voice of Yun Ran reached her ears:
“Brother Fu, why are you still feeling sorry for them? General Yun Ke has been sentenced to prison for treason, implicating First House. Nearly a hundred people have been executed in public; isn’t it thanks to me, your good sister, that you can achieve your desires?! Fortunately, we have Mother, otherwise—”
“No—” Yun Kexin suddenly turned over, glaring with bloodshot eyes as she let out a heart-wrenching scream. A mouthful of fresh blood gushed out, forming a shocking mist of blood in midair.
A helping hand? Impossible! She would never do anything harmful to Yun Ke knowingly; there must be a hidden conspiracy behind this!
The blood mist spread before Yun Kexin, finally dripping onto her paper-white face. Her eyes were vacant, pupils dilated, yet she fixedly stared at Fu Yihang—she wanted to accuse him, to hold him accountable, to question him thoroughly. However, the “poison” had already invaded her organs and robbed her of her senses. Her breath grew weaker and weaker until it faded into silence…
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