Chapter 225: Chapter 225
The pedestrians were becoming scarcer, and the alley deeper.
The silhouette of the young girl was slender and graceful, walking alone in the smoke-gray alley against the backdrop of the pale golden sunset, evoking a sense of fragile beauty.
Three hefty shadows followed behind her, three burly men with broad shoulders and thick waists. Two of them carried a burlap sack between them, while the other held a rolling pin as thick as a wrist.
When they were ten paces away from the girl, the man with the rolling pin suddenly shouted fiercely and sprinted forward at full speed, aiming the rolling pin at the girl’s slender back.
Halfway through the charge, his figure suddenly froze in a bizarre manner, still maintaining the running posture.
The girl’s figure, initially ahead, appeared like a ghost before him in an instant, and she kicked without hesitation.
He flew straight into the wide-open burlap sack held by the two men behind.
Despite his large size and weight, he wrapped in the sack flew out, taking the other two men with him.
In a slightly secluded courtyard in the Imperial City.
Zhen Fantong sat on a grandmaster chair, one leg propped upon the table before him, while two beautiful maidservants tended him; one massaged his shoulders, the other his leg.
And he was gnawing on a chicken leg.
Behind him, the torture rack was laden with a variety of torture implements.
Steel needles of various sizes, blades, clamps, scissors, and there were chili water, salt, branding irons, whips covered with soft spikes, and... certain jade instruments.
After two months of recovery in bed, indulging in daily feasts of mountain and sea delicacies, Zhen Fantong had plumped up, sitting there like a stone roller.
The fierce expression made his fat head and big ears appear even more sinister.
"When that damned woman arrives, watch how this Princely Heir deals with her! This time, this Princely Heir will make her wish for life nor death, with no escape to heaven, no path to earth!"
His close servant, a skinny monkey-like fellow with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, immediately chimed in, "She harmed the Princely Heir thus; even killing her a hundred times wouldn’t satisfy the hatred!"
Just as he finished speaking, Zhen Fantong smashed the chicken leg on his face, roaring angrily, "What does it mean, this Princely Heir has become what? What are you trying to say, huh?"
The servant lamented inwardly: This bombastic, nonsensical Princely Heir, since becoming a eunuch, his mentality had grown increasingly twisted and dark!
Constantly assaulting their servants with punches and kicks, and obsessing over how to torture people, his methods of torment becoming increasingly insidious and perverse!
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Zhen Fantong’s expression grew darker and more twisted.
He kicked the maidservant massaging his leg to the floor, "Using such force, are you attempting to murder this Princely Heir?"
"Someone! Chop her hands off for this Princely Heir!"
The maidservant was terrified, turning pale as she collapsed to the ground, ceaselessly bowing and begging for mercy.
Yet she was dragged to the torture rack by two servants, gagged with cloth, and then with a lift of the knife, blood splashed instantly.
The maidservant fainted from the pain.
Zhen Fantong sniffed the scent of blood, his expression like a beast, excited and insane.
"Lin Wanyue, oh Lin Wanyue, soon this Princely Heir will chop your fingers one by one, then chop off your toes after the fingers."
Ever since Zhen Fantong had been met with that Sunflower Sword by Yun Ran last time, he’d harbored complete hatred for Yun Ran.
Over two months of brewing resentment, witnessing the injury day by day, each time it felt like experiencing the Sunflower Sword anew, both body and soul, person and spirit, were deeply tormented!
The resentment grew day by day; by now, he wished to flay Yun Ran, extract her sinews, ground her bones to dust!
Originally, as the sole heir of the Marquis Mansion, he believed that after such an incident, his father would avenge him, even if it took everything to bind Yun Ran and Nangong Mo, bringing them before him to vent his anger!
Yet, unexpectedly, Ding’an Marquis only comforted him perfunctorily with a few words, sought some petitions before the imperial court, and then dropped the matter.
Zhen Fantong’s grudge festered! Those venomous couple had ruined the happiness of his whole remaining life!! Yet they faced no consequences!
In rage, he confronted Ding’an Marquis, questioning if he was truly his biological son?
Further questioning whether, for years, he’d neglected his son in favor of some mistress outside with illegitimate children?
Furiously roared, suggesting Ding’an Marquis simply bring the illegitimate child to inherit the title, willing to abdicate for the worthy.
That day, Ding’an Marquis, typically known for his mild temperament in the capital, exuded a frightening murderous aura.
It was a destructive force, utterly terrifying and dark, inciting dread.
It directly caused the initially aggressive Zhen Fantong, demanding explanations, to kneel with softened legs, even to the point of losing control...
From that day forward, Ding’an Marquis increasingly ignored him, never stepping into his courtyard again.
Even Mrs. Lin was completely relegated to the cold courtyard.
Previously, though Ding’an Marquis would not stay overnight in her courtyard, he would at least visit daily, sometimes even accompanying her for dinner.
Originally, Mrs. Lin thought since Zhen Fantong was already ruined, surely the Marquis Mansion couldn’t be left without an heir? Hoping to gain favor with the Ding’an Marquis, she planned to bear another Princely Heir.
But after Zhen Fantong’s commotion, this idea was dashed completely.
Consequently, unwittingly, she also harbored a sliver of resentment toward Zhen Fantong.
Blamed him for being unproductive, blamed him for causing trouble and rendering himself a cripple, even after becoming a cripple, failing to quiet down, and thoroughly angering Ding’an Marquis, bringing about the fall from favor for both mother and child.
Therefore, on one day, when Zhen Fantong once again complained before her about whether he was Ding’an Marquis’s biological son, the usually gentle Mrs. Lin directly slapped him.
She was robust, the single slap sent the unguarded Zhen Fantong flying, knocking out two of his front teeth!
From then on, the relationship between mother and son plummeted to an icy depth.
Now Zhen Fantong resented the heavens and earth, resented his parents, wishing to hold a funeral for all under heaven.
Zhen Fantong glanced at the sky outside, growing darker, and kicked Er Gouzi to the ground.
Roared, "Are Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Xiong San all useless? It’s been half a day catching a little woman, and they still haven’t succeeded? Truly a bunch of useless trash!"
Coincidentally, just as he cursed them, a whooshing sound was heard, and a bulging burlap sack flew in with a ’bang’, crashing into the doorway.
The tables, chairs, and torture implements in the room trembled, making a dull, clattering noise.
Zhen Fantong looked at the sack dropped at the doorway, clearly filled with a person.
He was somewhat upset, "Trash? What if it’s dead? This Princely Heir wants them alive! Alive!"
He kicked Er Gouzi, "Quickly go check if it’s still breathing for me!"