She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 50: After Her Death, No One is Innocent

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: After Her Death, No One is Innocent

Yan Wanqing had known what Chai You intended to do ever since the appearance of that doggerel.

In the past three days, she hadn’t been idle at all, indeed solving doubts for some high officials and noblemen, which was why her reputation as a person of talent had reached Xiao Hongshen’s ears.

"So that’s how it is." Yan Lingzhen quickly forgot about the matter, having put away all the silver needles, she just stood up when suddenly her vision darkened, and was quickly steadied by Yan Wanqing.

Facing Yan Wanqing’s confusion, Yan Lingzhen’s face turned slightly unnatural, "These past few days I’ve just not been sleeping well."

Seeing her pale lips, and that her entire being lacked the vitality of before, Yan Wanqing slightly furrowed her brows, "Really?"

"Of, of course!" Yan Lingzhen hastily shook off Yan Wanqing’s hand, tidying up the medicine box, "I’m tired, I’m going back to rest now, Elder sister remember to take your medicine on time."

Having said that, her slender figure quickly vanished at the doorway.

The frown on Yan Wanqing’s face never eased, she felt as if she was neglecting something important, but couldn’t recall it at the moment.

"What has Xiaoliu been doing these last few days?" Yan Wanqing asked the air.

Piji, hidden in a dark corner, answered, "Since the sixth mistress discovered me last time, there have been guards around the courtyard, making it impossible to spy."

What was Xiaoliu hiding?

Yan Wanqing was uneasy at heart, but soon forgot all about it with the news Piji brought.

"Mistress, there’s news from Hong Wu, Sun Wenxing has been captured, and with him, Yan Minsheng."

Hearing this, Yan Wanqing nodded, "Where are they now?"

"They are pinned down at Fireworks Lane, waiting for the mistress’s orders."

"Fireworks Lane isn’t safe, take them to the manor, I will personally go over for the interrogation," Yan Wanqing said solemnly.

Night fell.

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered.

Sun Wenxing sat on the chaotic floor of the smashed room, not understanding why, after just going to watch a dance by the Western Regions’ dancers and having a cup of tea, he woke up in this room.

"What should I do now? It’s all your fault for insisting on going out to see those Western Regions’ dancers. We had a good time staying at the manor, with plenty to eat and drink and nothing to worry about. We could’ve got through this time without any trouble; now look what you’ve done! My mother will worry herself to death about me," a fat man sitting next to him kept saying with trembling lips, panic-stricken.

Seeing that greasy pig face plastered with oil and powder, Sun Wenxing was fuming, "Shut up, Yan Minsheng. If you ramble on any more, I’ll gag you with a stinky sock."

Yan Minsheng, intimidated, sat down on a chair and kept quiet.

His obese figure squeezed into a chair appeared both greasy and pitiable.

Sun Wenxing got up from the ground, his lean face showing some ferocity, "You lawless scoundrels! This is the Capital City, under the Emperor’s feet. Do you know who my elder sister is? My elder sister is the current Emperor’s Noble Consort, and my father is the mighty Great General. How many lives do you have to spare, to dare treat this young master this way!"

As he spoke, he viciously kicked the door, just as the door was pushed open from outside. Caught off guard, he was pushed to the ground, rolling in pain.

"I’ll kill you all! Kill you all!" Sun Wenxing cursed.

"Kill whom?" Three people stood at the doorway, the leader wrapped in a black robe, slim of figure, with a hoarse voice that clearly belonged to a woman.

The other two, a man and a woman, wore no-face masks; against the backdrop of the snow, they looked sinister and horrifying.

As soon as Yan Minsheng saw the door open, he scrambled under a table, shivering.

Sun Wenxing, seeing his uselessness, grew furious. He got up, kicked him in the back, and then stormed towards the door, shouting, "Insolence! Do you know who I am? You better release me quickly. Do you believe I won’t kill you all?"

The person beneath the black robe chuckled lightly; they slowly walked into the room. The two followed them, bringing a chair. The cloaked figure sat down, leaning back in the chair, and sneered at Sun Wenxing, "Young Master Sun has quite the attitude, still not behaving yourself in this place."

No sooner had the voice faded than the masked man stepped forward. Amidst Sun Wenxing’s curses, he cleanly dislocated his arm.

The pain elicited a pig-like scream from him.

The man in black seemed to feel annoyed by the noise and waved his hand dismissively.

The masked man grabbed Sun Wenxing’s chin and forced his knee down, pressing him onto the ground in a kneeling position.

At this point, Sun Wenxing dared not make any noise, his face went pale from the pain, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Who are you, exactly? If you’ve kidnapped me for money, I have plenty of it... Just let me go, and..."

With a lazy cross of his legs, the man in black chuckled, "Plenty of money? Hah... This is the first time I’ve seen someone so eager to offer money. Unfortunately, I’m not interested in your money."

"Then you are..." Sun Wenxing’s face became even paler.

If it wasn’t for money, then it was for life.

Realizing this, Yan Minsheng could no longer hide and crawled over to kneel on the ground as well.

"Great hero! We are both law-abiding citizens. You must have mistaken us for someone else."

"Law-abiding citizens?" The man in black as if hearing something amusing, asked, "Who was responsible for the murder at Fireworks Tower a few days ago?"

Sun Wenxing and Yan Minsheng exchanged glances, almost simultaneously pointing at each other.

"It was him!"

"It was him!"

As their voices fell, they glared viciously at each other, "Yan Minsheng, have you lost your mind? It was clearly you who did it."

Yan Minsheng was no less fierce in his reply, "You were the one who wanted to change the game, and that’s when things went wrong."

Sun Wenxing, finding the usually meek Yan Minsheng now revealing his true colors, was infuriated, "Bullshit! It was clearly you who smashed the cup, making that wretch dance on the broken pieces."

"And how about when you exalted her dexterous beauty, yet cruelly broke her fingers to make her play the zither? Why don’t you mention that?!"

...

The two went back and forth, recounting how they forced Chai Shu to her death without giving an inch, almost coming to blows.

A young woman was tormented by them until she faded and shattered, eventually dying tragically, yet in their eyes, it seemed to mean nothing.

Sun Wenxing, seeing the man in black silent, crawled forward attempting to get closer, but was kicked to the ground by the masked woman. He tumbled and dared not cry out, resigning to kneel properly again.

"Esteemed Sir, it’s true we left hastily that day, and it was thoughtless of us. If Chai Shu was your woman, we are willing to compensate. Just name your price. We are regular patrons of Fireworks Tower, and you, being so magnanimous, will surely not stoop to our level."

Sun Wenxing thought the man in black had kidnapped them because Chai Shu’s death had caused a loss to Fireworks Tower.

Yan Minsheng, thinking the same, quickly crawled forward, removing all his jewelry and jade pendants from his neck, hands, and body, and placing them on the ground.

"Please accept these, and if it’s not enough, we have more. We truly did not realize that Chai Shu was so frail; she died after just a few moments..."

"Heh..." The man in black laughed lowly, his hoarse voice devoid of emotion, "She died after just a few moments?"

That young girl had not a single unmarred spot on her whole body when she died, and yet they trivially described her as "not lasting long in their play."

How ludicrous!

"Since you both enjoy playing so much, tonight, let’s have a proper game, shall we?"

With a clap of his hands from the man in black, someone entered from outside, carrying a set of torture instruments.

Seeing the equipment, Sun Wenxing and Yan Minsheng were petrified with fear, clinging to each other tightly, the fat and the thin, especially Yan Minsheng who was so frightened that he wet himself.

"My great uncle is the Great General, and my cousin is Princess Anping, you can’t touch me!" Yan Minsheng wailed, crying out with all his strength, much like a pig struggling before slaughter.

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