Chapter 48: Heir, I… Fear

Chapter 48: Heir, I... Fear

Deep into the night.

The candlelight flickered and danced.

Shang Yuzhou showed Ran Qinggu the written documents sent by the Beiyi, "Their sincerity is quite substantial, take a look."

Ran Qinggu took them, unfolding them, "Sufficient sincerity requires sufficient benefits in exchange."

Shang Yuzhou remained noncommittal.

Outside the screen, two advisors began to argue.

Shang Yuzhou tucked the documents into his sleeve, "I'll go check it out."

Ran Qinggu gazed at the candlelight, lost in thought.

Shang Yuzhou took a few steps then turned back.

His lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated.

A foreboding sensation crept over Ran Qinggu, unsure of its origin. Seeing Shang Yuzhou's demeanor, he went straight to the point, "Your Highness, if there's something, just say it."

Shang Yuzhou noticed how Ran Qinggu always stood in the light. Just like now, standing before the dim candlelight, moths fluttered around him, as if he were melting into the glow.

It wasn't always this way.

In the past, he preferred to linger in the shadows.

He said the light was too harsh, that he disliked it.

"Does Shang Rongyu know your identity?" Shang Yuzhou asked.

Ran Qinggu hesitated for a moment, using a silver snake hairpin to rescue a moth caught in the candle's red wax, "Yes."

Shang Yuzhou anxiously inquired, "That rascal didn't do anything to you, did he? Did he hurt you, threaten you?"

Ran Qinggu frowned, "No, he helped conceal my identity at Liu Manor."

Shang Yuzhou wasn't surprised; he had heard about the incident at Liu Manor, otherwise, he wouldn't have asked if Shang Rongyu had uncovered Ran Qinggu's true self.

"That rascal only helped you so you wouldn't implicate King Cheng's Mansion. After all, no one knows what secrets the mansion holds. If you were exposed, His Majesty might use this opportunity to investigate King Cheng's Mansion. Who knows what could be unearthed..."

Ran Qinggu remained silent.

Shang Yuzhou started to leave, but as he reached the screen, Ran Qinggu suddenly spoke, "His name is Shang Rongyu."

Shang Yuzhou turned around, eyes wide with surprise, as if questioning the meaning behind Ran Qinggu's cryptic words.

Ran Qinggu reiterated firmly, "He isn't a rascal, he has a name."

His tone was as cool as ever, yet brooked no argument, as if harboring some annoyance or making a point.

When he first married into King Cheng's Mansion, he wondered why Shang Rongyu, capable in both literature and martial arts, chose to act like a wastrel, spending three days in brothels and five days drinking with friends on the streets, either breaking people's hands or cutting their tongues. The rumors about him were always associated with terms like "degenerate," "unambitious," "violent," and "bloodthirsty." But the Shang Rongyu he saw was different.

Others called him a demon king, a scoundrel, but he was clearly talented, a prodigy. Why would he choose to present himself as a dissolute playboy?

Yesterday, when he met the midwife, everything became clear.

No one willingly becomes an outcast in others' eyes, nor does anyone prefer to be a despised and feared tyrant instead of an admired young man in fine robes.

Shang Rongyu acted that way to draw the Emperor's attention to himself.

As long as he appeared intelligent, violent, and blood-soaked, like a ticking time bomb hanging over everyone's head, others couldn't remove him. They could only watch, uncertain when he might explode.

Thus, the Emperor would constantly monitor him, the Crown Prince and Second Prince would remain vigilant, and the entire court would criticize him...

As more attention focused on him, less would be on others, such as Shang Rongque.

Shang Rongque, who accompanied King Cheng in the military camp without holding any official position in the court, barely registered in people's minds. No one paid attention to him, while his influence within the camp grew day by day.

Moreover, due to Shang Rongyu's arrogance and defiance, no one dared to touch King Cheng's Mansion.

After all, Shang Rongyu's audacity stemmed from King Cheng's protection. As long as King Cheng remained unchallenged, Shang Rongyu would always be a rabid dog with sharp teeth.

So far, the Emperor, Crown Prince, and others knew only that Shang Rongyu represented King Cheng's Mansion and needed to be guarded against.

But they didn't realize that King Cheng's ultimate trump card wasn't Shang Rongyu, but Shang Rongque.

Shang Rongyu was merely bait, while Shang Rongque was the lethal blade.

Shang Yuzhou didn't expect Ran Qinggu to argue over the title for Shang Rongyu.

His sharp gaze was filled with mockery, "Qinggu, do you think Shang Rongyu appreciates your feelings? You're not cut from the same cloth. You belong with me... Only I won't abandon or betray you. Because all I have left is you... But Shang Rongyu is different. He has parents and brothers, he has much more than you can offer. He doesn't need your insignificant affection. To him, you mean nothing... He may have helped you today, but who knows when he might betray you."

Ran Qinggu remained unmoved, "Your Highness, rest assured, I will repay the Crown Prince's life. Until I've repaid your life debt, my life belongs to you. You don't have to fear betrayal from me."

Shang Yuzhou's eyes flashed with anger, "Why can't you understand even now?"

Ran Qinggu raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

Shang Yuzhou's voice deepened, "What I want isn't the world, not the Crown Prince's life. I just want you."

"When my mother died, I dragged her body through the snow for a long time. The palace walls were blanketed in lonely snowflakes, yet not a single palace maid or eunuch helped me... At that moment, I wished I were the emperor. How wonderful it would be to command imperial doctors to save my mother, to make palace maids and eunuchs carry her body back, to give her a valuable coffin instead of watching the flames of the crematorium and weeping. Isn't that ironic... That's when I feared that someone I might love in the future wouldn't receive medical care, that someone important in my life would be lost again. So after gaining some wealth and power, I sought out Wang Taiyi, the most skilled folk doctor in the land. To win him over, I spent all my savings over three years helping him find three rare herbs... All so he would be at my beck and call..."

"But back then, I was penniless, without family or friends, alone and miserable... Yet I was afraid... Even Wang Taiyi laughed at my foolishness, working tirelessly for three years for a person who didn't exist!"

"Later, I found you in the snow, lying in the same position as my mother, covered in snow... I was stunned. It felt like the heavens pitied my suffering and added a touch of sweetness to my insignificant, endless life. See, my foresight finally proved useful. Wang Taiyi saved you from the brink of death..."

Ran Qinggu was taken aback.

He had never pried into Shang Yuzhou's affairs.

After he woke up, he only asked Shang Yuzhou what he wanted to do, and he would help him plan it. He had promised to kill the Crown Prince for him, always repaying the life-saving grace.

He never asked Shang Yuzhou why he saved him.

Nor did he inquire about what Shang Rongyu wanted from him...

Their relationship was merely a transaction; Shang Yuzhou had saved his life, and he was returning the favor with his own life.

That was all there was to it.

But he never expected that Shang Yuzhou actually considered him the sole comfort in his life.

Shang Yuzhou's eyes were warm. He turned his head, wiping away the tears that couldn't be contained by the candlelight, then turned back, feigning nonchalance as he scoffed, "Surprised, aren't you? I was too. I was always convinced that I wanted to be the emperor, that I wanted to kill the Crown Prince—all because of my hatred. But much later, when I met you, I realized that I wanted to be the emperor because an emperor can possess everything they desire and protect everything."

"I'm different from Shang Rongyu. I have nothing but you. Yet he has so much... You're insignificant to him... You can only be mine."

Ran Qinggu stood before the candlelight, the flickering flames illuminating the shock, reluctance, and hesitation on his face with stark clarity.

This was the first time Shang Yuzhou had seen such emotion on Ran Qinggu's face because of him.

What he had seen most often were the emotions Ran Qinggu displayed due to Shang Rongyu—happiness, sadness, reluctance, shyness...

Stiff, yet vivid.

This was the first time Ran Qinggu reacted this way because of him.

He felt a little happy inside.

Ran Qinggu fell silent for a moment before apologizing, "I'm sor—"

Shang Yuzhou immediately interrupted him, fleeing in panic, "Don't speak. I'll go outside and see. Two old men are arguing."

Ran Qinggu nodded.

Before Shang Yuzhou left the room, Ran Qinggu furrowed his brows, "Your Highness, I have a bad feeling."

Shang Yuzhou turned around, "What's wrong?"

Ran Qinggu looked out the window, "There seems to be no watchman's bell outside. I remember that every hour, there should be a watchman striking the gong, but now it's just past midnight. Why is there no sound of the gong?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yuzhou also felt something was amiss, "I haven't heard the gong either."

Ran Qinggu made a swift decision, "Quickly, enter the secret passage."

Outside the villa, the moon was bright and the stars sparse. Under the clear moonlight, layers of the imperial guards surrounded the villa, their cold blades reflecting a stern glow.

Shang Zhi led the imperial guards, surrounding the villa tightly.

In his hand was a token, "We received intelligence that someone is colluding with the Northern Barbarians, attempting to steal information detrimental to our great Da Su. The enemy is cunning, and this prince has been tracking them for a long time, leading me here. For those in this villa, if possible, spare their lives. If not, kill them without mercy."

The Dragon Scale Army saluted, "Yes."

Shang Zhi stared coldly at the villa.

He had received word that something was off about this villa. There were Northern Barbarians moving around it, and the remnants of the Qing family, whom he had been tracking for three or four years, seemed to have become active recently.

He didn't know how many of the Qing family's remaining members were still alive.

Regardless of the number, he would kill them all.

Even if they were ghosts, he would make sure they were obliterated.

Over the years, he had received bits and pieces of information.

Those who participated in the massacre of the Qing family died gruesome deaths.

Some were dismembered, some minced and fed to dogs, some fried, some skinned alive, some had their bones extracted and marrow pulled out...

Their deaths were horrific, akin to vengeful spirits seeking retribution.

Those who survived the slaughter were terrified, some scaring themselves to death, some going mad, others committing suicide...

They kept nagging him about vengeful spirits seeking justice.

They incessantly chanted that Marquis Dingbei was wronged, wishing they could all become filial sons at Beipogang, mourning for ten years...

He never believed in ghosts or gods. This was definitely human action. There must still be remnants of the Qing family alive in the world.

No matter how tight his dragnet, he couldn't get any information on that person.

The individual operated silently and invisibly, like a vengeful spirit.

Whether human or ghost, he wouldn't let them escape.

No matter how deeply they hid, he would dig them out.

Once he caught them, he would torture them mercilessly.

Therefore, he would rather mistakenly kill a thousand than let one escape.

Whether there were remnants of the Qing family in this villa or not, he would kill everyone inside.

As he realized something was amiss, shadows seemed to leap over the walls in the courtyard.

Shang Yuzhou hastily extinguished the candle and instructed his retainers, "Quickly, enter the secret passage."

He ordered his loyal warrior Shuang Zhu, "You must ensure Young Master Ran's safety and escort him safely back to the Prince's Manor. Otherwise, come see me with your head."

Shuang Zhu promptly acknowledged the order, "Your Highness, rest assured. This subordinate will not fail in my mission."

Ran Qinggu thought for a moment, feeling uneasy. There were too many things left behind here. If they weren't destroyed and fell into the wrong hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He kicked the candlestick.

The candlestick instantly ignited the screen, flames leaping up.

The people outside the courtyard wall seemed to hear the commotion, and countless arrows shot into the room...

Shang Yuzhou shouted, "Qinggu, after you enter the secret passage, go down the left tunnel. It leads to East Main Street, closer to the Prince's Manor. Once you return to the Prince's Manor, no one will dare to harm you."

Ran Qinggu turned back and asked, "What about you?"

Shang Yuzhou smiled, "After I destroy everything here, I'll take the right tunnel and head to the Imperial Palace."

Ran Qinggu nodded, "Alright, let's not meet for a while."

Shang Yuzhou: "Mm, hurry, protect yourself."

The fire grew larger, and Ran Qinggu dodged the licking flames, pushed open the study door, lifted the bed's panel, and crawled inside.

Shuang Zhu guarded Ran Qinggu closely.

After walking a distance in the secret passage, Ran Qinggu suddenly exclaimed, "Damn."

Shuang Zhu thought he was injured and panicked, asking, "Young Master, what happened? Are you hurt?"

Ran Qinggu looked somewhat flustered, his right hand pressing against the position of his left thumb, trembling imperceptibly, "My ring seems to have fallen off."

When descending the underground passage, he had held onto the handrail, and he had been running hurriedly.

Perhaps it fell off then, and he hadn't noticed.

Shuang Zhu remembered and asked, "Is it the red ring?"

Ran Qinggu often subconsciously touched that ring.

The ring was made of blood jade, its pattern not uncommon, but it excelled in its exquisite craftsmanship.

It was clear that Ran Qinggu liked that ring very much.

Ran Qinggu hesitated for a moment before firmly saying, "You go ahead. I need to go back and find it."

"Go back?" Shuang Zhu hurriedly stopped Ran Qinggu, "It's full of danger there. Going back could be a dead end. Young Master, that ring isn't made of anything special. Blood jade rings can be found in every jade shop... After this period passes, you can buy another one. Why risk your life now? Moreover, there's a raging fire there now. Regardless of whether you can find it or not, even if you do, once the fire burns and the house collapses, the ring will likely be destroyed as well. And rest assured, Third Prince won't let anything happen to you, so it's impossible for them to trace it back to you."

Ran Qinggu furrowed his brows, firmly saying, "That ring is very special to me. I must retrieve it."

Shuang Zhu tried to persuade him again, "Young Master, it's just a ring. As long as you're alive, how many can't you have? How can it compare to your life?"

Ran Qinggu remained unmoved, unusually determined. He took off his complicated robe and outerwear, picked up a shawl to cover his face, and burned the remaining clothes clean.

He picked up a candle from the corner and walked back, "To me, it's more than just a ring."

Seeing Shuang Zhu's confusion and worry, he reassured him again, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

Shuang Zhu couldn't understand why this person was so stubborn?

Usually, he appeared very astute, and the words he spoke always seemed to seal the deal.

But now, why was he suddenly being so foolish? To risk his life for an inexpensive ring.

The villa was fraught with danger. Could he really return alive?

And all of this, just to pick up a ring that wasn't particularly valuable?

He couldn't understand this person, but as a loyal warrior, he could only do as his master said.

Third Prince wanted him to protect Ran Qinggu, so he had no choice but to comply.

He casually grabbed a candle from the wall as well and said, "Does Young Master know where the ring fell? Let's go back and look! But if we can't find it, we'll immediately return."

Ran Qinggu: "I think it fell when I descended into the secret passage."

Shuang Zhu nodded, "Alright."

The closer they got to the villa, the higher the temperature became.

Ran Qinggu was already drenched in sweat.

The aluminum bed panel at the entrance to the secret room was now red-hot due to the raging fire.

Shuang Zhu used the hilt of his sword to pry open the bed panel, lifting it slightly to peek out.

Inside the house, the fire crackled loudly, seemingly intent on devouring the entire villa. Broken beams and fallen logs littered the place. Perhaps because the fire was too intense, the imperial guards couldn't enter, so the only sound in the house was the crackling of the flames.

Ran Qinggu also climbed up the stairs and looked into the room.

Suddenly, he saw the ring lying alone under the bed not far away.

Flames danced around the ring, as if kissing it, the small fire within the ring burning fiercely!

Ran Qinggu walked toward the room, saying, "Cover me. I'm going to get that ring."

Shuang Zhu was about to jump out to retrieve it, but now that Ran Qinggu had taken the lead, he could only watch vigilantly around Ran Qinggu.

On his left arm, he wore an eight-section crossbow, which could launch a bolt with just a pull of the trigger.

Ran Qinggu evaded the raging flames and finally reached the ring in front of him.

"Quickly, there's a spy here..." shouted the palace guards at the door, kicking open the door that was about to fall apart.

With a bang, a beam fell down, flames shooting up several feet high, forcing the guard to take a step back.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ran Qinggu scooped up the ring.

Instantly, a sharp pain came from his palm, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

The ring, scorched by the fire like a branding iron, burned the tender skin of his palm upon contact.

Shuang Zhu cried out anxiously, "Young Master, hurry. The bolts are running out, we can't hold them off much longer."

The palace guards outside had already chased in, but the intense fire blocked their path. The villa showed signs of collapse; if they didn't leave quickly, they would be buried in the fiery pit.

Without hesitation, Ran Qinggu turned around and immediately climbed onto the bed frame.

Swish, swish, swish—countless arrows rained down like a dense shower, all aimed at the position of the bed frame, temporarily blocking Ran Qinggu's way.

As the arrows flew over, he hid behind a broken beam.

General Situ Feng, a capable subordinate of the Second Prince, kicked away the beam in front of him and entered, covering his nose and mouth.

If they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Ran Qinggu twisted the ring several times, and seven poisoned needles shot out from it.

At the entrance of the house, screams echoed as those who had entered were quickly forced to retreat...

When the poisoned needles were fired, Situ Feng immediately pulled two subordinates in front of him as shields. Upon contact with the needles, the two subordinates instantly convulsed, their blood vessels rupturing as they died, splattering Situ Feng with blood.

Shuang Zhu pushed aside a wooden board and called out, "Young Master, jump in."

Ran Qinggu hurriedly stood on the bed frame and jumped down.

Seeing Ran Qinggu about to escape and the house showing signs of collapse, Situ Feng hastily grabbed an arrow from his subordinate and shot three or four arrows at Ran Qinggu in quick succession.

The arrows collided with the aluminum bed frame, producing a series of clanging sounds.

Boom, boom, boom—

The house collapsed, the flames and smoke forcing the palace guards to flee in panic. Those who couldn't escape in time were trapped under the burning debris.

Situ Feng stumbled to the ground, covered in dirt and soot.

His subordinates, seeing his grim expression, dared not utter a word, only approaching to help him up.

Situ Feng slammed his bow to the ground, gritting his teeth. "Search for him. He's injured and won't have gone far. Tonight, even if we have to turn the capital upside down, we must find that man."

His subordinates responded in unison, "Yes."

As soon as Ran Qinggu jumped into the secret passage and ran to the left corner, the entire villa collapsed, causing a small section of the passage to cave in as well.

Shuang Zhu looked at the collapsed entrance of the secret passage and exhaled. "That was close."

Ran Qinggu remained silent, his damp hair stuck to his forehead with cold sweat. His face was pale, appearing even more ashen under the dim light, almost lifeless.

Shuang Zhu cautiously called out, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Ran Qinggu coughed softly twice.

A scent of blood permeated the air. Due to the lack of ventilation in the secret passage and the eerie silence, the coughing sound and the smell of blood were amplified, causing Shuang Zhu's heart to sink.

He quickly knelt in front of Ran Qinggu with a candle, worriedly calling out, "Young Master, Young Master... Are you injured?"

Ran Qinggu removed the veil covering his face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with it. "I'm fine..."

Supporting himself against the wall, he shakily stood up. "Let's go."

It was then that Shuang Zhu noticed an arrow embedded in Ran Qinggu's waist.

The feather had snapped, and the blade had sunk deep into the flesh, thick blood flowing from the wound, staining half of his clothes red.

Initially dressed in elaborate women's palace attire, Ran Qinggu had later shed the heavy garments when he returned to retrieve the ring. Now, he wore a simple white robe.

Now, the white robe had become a blood-stained garment.

Ran Qinggu staggered, and Shuang Zhu quickly supported him. "Young Master, we shouldn't linger here. Let's go."

Biting his lip, Ran Qinggu held the wound on his waist and moved forward.

The exit of the secret passage was located in an alley on East Main Street, only three streets away from King Cheng's mansion.

As soon as Shuang Zhu led Ran Qinggu out of the alley, they saw a group of people galloping past on the street.

"There's blood here..." shouted a palace guard.

Several groups quickly converged.

Seeing that they couldn't hide, Shuang Zhu immediately led Ran Qinggu to run through the alley.

"There's someone over there, chase after them..." shouted the palace guards.

Thus, countless men pursued them.

After much effort, Shuang Zhu managed to help Ran Qinggu escape and hide in a pile of hay, but they heard barking in the distance.

The imperial guards moved out with their dogs, and if they caught the scent of blood, they would surely find them quickly.

Ran Qinggu pushed Shuang Zhu away, gritting his teeth as he pulled out the arrowhead embedded in his flesh.

Cold sweat poured down his face like a waterfall, his complexion ashen, his body convulsing from the intense pain.

Despite this, he didn't even whimper, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.

He tossed the arrowhead aside. "You must go, I can't move anymore. Don't worry, even if I'm captured, with King Cheng's estate, they wouldn't dare to do much to me. They'd just lock me up in the Royal Clan Temple for a few days of investigation..."

Shuang Zhu was resolute. "No, I promised His Highness the Third Prince that I would protect you, my lord. This is my duty."

Ran Qinggu lay on the hay pile, his breath faint. "Don't be foolish, if we continue like this, you won't even be able to protect yourself."

Shuang Zhu clenched his teeth and lifted the hay to cover Ran Qinggu. "My lord, don't fall asleep. I'll lead the pursuers away, and you should escape when the opportunity arises."

Ran Qinggu called out weakly, "Wait..."

Shuang Zhu reassured him. "My lord, rest assured. My martial arts skills are high, they won't catch me."

As he spoke, he picked up the arrowhead on the ground and swiftly climbed onto the high wall.

Standing atop the wall, he hurled the bloody arrowhead at the pursuing soldiers.

Barking echoed in waves, followed by the voices of the pursuers in the distance. "There...quick, chase..."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and so did the barking of the dogs. Ran Qinggu fell into a state of confusion.

Perhaps it was a moment, perhaps it was a long time.

Ran Qinggu struggled within the chaos.

The evening breeze brushed past, carrying a chill.

Ran Qinggu coughed from the cool wind, which agitated his wounds. The pain gradually cleared his mind, and he finally emerged from the chaos.

He bit his tongue, the sharp pain restoring some strength. He reached out his bloody hand to push away the hay before him.

However, before he could, most of the hay was pushed aside by someone else.

A strikingly handsome figure appeared, bathed in moonlight.

"Sir, that person escaped," the imperial guard knelt before Situ Feng.

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Situ Feng kicked him in anger. "Useless! Can't even capture an injured man, what use are you?"

The imperial guard replied, "Sir, that person was severely wounded and lost a lot of blood. As long as we maintain a lockdown, he won't get far."

Situ Feng clenched his teeth. "Go, impose a city-wide lockdown. Search house by house, arrest anyone suspicious."

The imperial guard nodded hastily. "Yes."

A luxurious carriage approached slowly from the edge of the night.

The wheels creaked over the cobblestone street, and a large red lantern hung at the front, inscribed with the character "Cheng". A bright night pearl adorned the roof of the carriage.

This was the carriage of King Cheng's estate. Who else but the Heir of King Cheng could afford to decorate their carriage with a night pearl?

At that moment, several dogs barked fiercely at the carriage.

Those holding swords and knives tightened their grip.

The dogs barked relentlessly at the carriage, indicating something strange about it. But because it belonged to King Cheng's estate, no one dared to stop it.

Situ Feng's expression turned sour as he stopped the carriage, respectfully saying, "Heir, we are in pursuit of a Northern Yi spy. We need to inspect all people and vehicles. Please cooperate, Heir..."

A languid voice came from inside the carriage. "What if I refuse?"

Situ Feng stared warily at the carriage. "Heir, I am merely following orders. Please cooperate."

He stepped forward.

Jia Chu blocked him, his intentions unclear. "Sir Situ, I advise you not to look..."

Situ Feng's face turned cold, and he pushed Jia Chu aside. "I am following orders."

Without hesitation, he yanked open the carriage curtain.

Instantly, everyone saw Situ Feng's face turn a deep purple.

Inside the carriage came a luxurious and unbearable moan. "Heir, I...am scared!"

Shang Rongyu smiled warmly. "Don't be afraid, His Excellency loves Yu'er the most."

Just as he finished comforting her, Shang Rongyu said in an extremely cold and stern voice, "Gouge out the eyes of those who have seen my consort's body!"

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