20demayo Chapter 225 Qin Qiong: Uncle, it's not me who ruined you, it's this world that ruined you!
Chapter 225 Qin Qiong: Uncle, it's not me who ruined you, it's this world that ruined you!
"You!" Qin Qiong gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Dou Jiande.
"Uncle Bao, think about who led you to this point. Revenge is the most important thing."
Dou Jiande continued to persuade him.
"I...I need to collect my uncle's body..."
Qin Qiong finally released his grip on Dou Jiande's hand, which fell limply to his side.
If Dou Jiande were killed now, there would be nowhere to go.
In the future, he will kill Yang Lin and Lü Xiao, and accomplish something great.
I will definitely worship my uncle every day, and atone for my sins and repent before his memorial tablet.
"Alright! Forget about collecting the body, I'll join you in mourning Luo Yi!"
Dou Jiande was overjoyed and turned to give a wink to one of his trusted confidants.
Luo Yi, he didn't actually kill anyone.
He spared Luo Yi's life just in case, to leave himself a way out.
In retrospect, he was right about the person.
Qin Qiong really cares about Luo Yi.
Seeing this, the confidant nodded silently and turned to leave with a few people.
Before long, they appeared in a heavily guarded tent.
Inside the tent, Luo Yi was bound hand and foot to a wooden stake. He looked haggard, but there was still an indomitable light in his eyes.
"Where is Qin Qiong? Tell him to come see me!"
Upon seeing someone enter the tent, Luo Yi quickly raised his head and shouted loudly.
The man walked up to Luo Yi, looked at the once-powerful Prince of Beiping who had dominated Hebei, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.
"Prince of Beiping, you're probably... never to see Qin Qiong again."
"What?" Luo Yi's eyes widened, a sense of foreboding rising within her. "Qin Qiong wouldn't dare kill me, he wouldn't!"
"That's right." The man nodded, slowly drawing his sword from his waist as he spoke.
"He sent us to collect your body."
"Farewell, Prince of Beiping."
The newcomer said no more and suddenly swung his long sword.
A flash of bright sword light appeared, and Luo Yi's voice came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief and despair.
"Cut off his head." The man sheathed his sword, uttered these words, and turned to report back.
In the blink of an eye, it had become completely dark.
Dou Jiande's camp was brightly lit.
Outside the large tent, a pitch-black coffin was placed.
The coffin lid was half-open, and one could vaguely see the corpse of Luo Yi, the Prince of Beiping, lying inside.
The area was filled with people, all dressed in mourning clothes, standing silently on either side of the coffin.
Qin Qiong knelt beside the coffin, dressed entirely in white mourning clothes, his forehead pressed against the cold coffin, weeping until his voice was hoarse:
"Uncle...it wasn't me who harmed you."
It's...it's this world that's ruined you!
"It was Lü Xiao, they drove me to this dead end, they're the ones who ruined you!"
He cried out, tears and snot streaming down his face.
This situation was not what he wanted.
Now, looking back on all the kindness Luo Yi had shown him in the past—the kindness of taking him in, the kindness of recognizing his talent, and the affection between aunt and niece—he is now deeply moved.
He was filled with remorse and his heart was breaking.
"Shubao, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."
Dou Jiande stood to the side, covering half his face with his wide sleeve, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.
Speaking of which, Qin Qiong is hypocritical. The person is dead, yet he's still pretending to be compassionate. Who is he crying for?
It's just crying for myself, to find peace of mind.
"It was Lü Xiao! He's the one who arrested my cousin Luo Cheng, which forced my uncle to side with the imperial court!"
Qin Qiong suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with boundless hatred.
If it weren't for Lü Xiao, he wouldn't have come to this.
Back in Wagang Village, we should have killed Lü Xiao!
"I want revenge for my uncle! I want to kill Lü Xiao, and everyone who killed my uncle!"
"You're right!" Dou Jiande seized the opportunity to loudly agree, raising his arm in a rallying cry.
"It was this tyrannical and wicked court that ruined Luo Yi!"
Now, we must unite as one to overthrow the tyrannical Sui Dynasty, avenge Luo Yi, and speak out for the people of the world!
"Overthrow the tyrannical Sui Dynasty! Take Beiping Prefecture!"
Dou Jiande's generals shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the night sky.
"General!" Qin Qiong abruptly stood up, wiping away his tears, his eyes filled with a crazed killing intent. "This humble general requests permission to lead the army in a fierce attack on Beiping Prefecture tonight!"
"Good! I'll give you 50,000 troops. You must take Beiping Prefecture for me!"
Dou Jiande waved his hand and completely relinquished power to Qin Qiong, without any further doubt.
He had secretly sent people to various places overnight to spread the news that Qin Qiong had killed his uncle Luo Yi.
Before long, Qin Qiong's name will be known throughout the country.
In time, the whole world will know that Qin Qiong is a cold-blooded man who dares to kill even his own uncle.
He also has a daughter who is of marriageable age. He plans to marry her to Qin Qiong, thus establishing a father-in-law and son-in-law relationship.
With these two preparations in place, who else could Qin Qiong rely on if not Dou Jiande?
That night, Dou Jiande's army swept towards Beiping Prefecture like a black tide.
Qin Qiong personally led his troops, charging at the forefront and launching the fiercest attack.
Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clang of metal echoed through the night sky, waking countless people from their nightmares.
Meanwhile, in Jiangdu City.
The Luo residence.
It was late at night.
"what!"
With a heart-wrenching scream, Luo Cheng suddenly sat up in bed.
He was covered in cold sweat, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, unable to calm down for a long time.
Just now, he had an extremely terrifying dream.
He dreamt that he was alone, lying in a vast snowfield, enveloped by an indescribable sense of sorrow and loneliness.
Immediately afterwards, a pack of wolves appeared beside him, their eyes flashing with a sinister green light, baring their fangs, and charging up to tear him apart.
He wanted to resist, but he was powerless.
He tried to shout, but no sound came out.
He was awakened just as a wolf was about to bite his throat.
He clutched his chest, the palpitations making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He looked up; a sliver of light was already filtering through the window, and dawn was approaching.
Before we knew it, it was daytime.
Luo Cheng sat in the hall, his face pale and his mind in a daze, his mind filled with the nightmare from last night.
"What? You dreamt that a pack of wolves bit you?"
When Yuwen Chenglong learned of Luo Cheng's dream, he was so surprised that his mouth dropped open.
He scratched his head, trying hard to remember.
He seemed to have heard someone say that Ma Chao had also dreamed of lying in the snow, being torn apart by a group of tigers.
Not long after, news came that his father, Ma Teng, had been killed by Cao Cao.
But Luo Cheng dreamed of wolves, not tigers.
There's still a big difference between these two, isn't there?
"I'm worried... I'm worried something has happened to my father."
Luo Cheng raised his head and looked at Yuwen Chenglong, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his voice trembling.
That palpitation that has lasted from last night until now, that indescribable unease and fear.
Something must have happened at home.