Xue Zong was furious with Xue Huai.
Upon hearing the old man report this matter, he didn’t even glance at Mrs. Liu’s body. He just walked over in anger with his men and pulled Xue Huai up from the edge of the water—followed closely by a kick.
Xue Huai was kicked and fell back under the pear tree by the spring pool, stifling a grunt. But he did not fight back and received a slap in the face from Xue Zong. He was dizzy from the blow, and the fiery pain came up, making his cheek hot. However, he had just stepped out of the hot spring pool when he got into the snow, and the evaporation of the water vapor brought a sharp chill, as if it could frostbite his bones.
It was cold and hot, only the pain didn’t deceive him.
Xue Zong angrily cursed, “Rebellious son! Evil creature!”
He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he looked like an angry lion. When he saw that Xue Huai had been beaten to silence, he started to break things—everything at hand, cups and lamps shattered, mixed with his repeated curses and rebukes, exploded in his ears.
This seemed to shatter Xue Huai’s remaining strength.
He leaned against the tree and spoke hoarsely, “What’s wrong? Can’t I kill her?”
“Acting impulsively without considering the consequences!” Xue Zong roared, “Who taught you to be so reckless? Stupid!”
“You’re not stupid, calling me reckless means you already knew she had ulterior motives. Why didn’t you let her die?” Xue Huai’s voice was a bit exhausted, but he still stubbornly lifted his head and looked straight at Xue Zong. “Can I see your wrist, Father?”
Before Xue Zong could speak, he saw Xue Huai reluctantly stand up, enduring the dull pain on his body. He stumbled over and fiercely grabbed his sleeve, flipping it up—
A light red mark appeared three or four inches from Xue Zong’s wrist. According to the faithful crow from the underworld, this is a sign of being bewitched by a love spell.
Xue Zong barely calmed down and stared at Xue Huai without saying a word.
Xue Huai was stunned for a moment, then a hint of malice flashed in his eyes. Ignoring his thoughts, he condensed purified magic at his fingertips, almost vigorously scraping and removing the ugly red mark.
To his surprise, he scraped it off a few times and didn’t even see any blood.
That red line was just drawn with a cinnabar, it doesn’t dissolve when it gets wet, but it can be removed with the simplest magic. Unlike true demagogues, true demagogues, no matter how many layers of skin they shed, the red line will still be there.
Xue Zong shook off his hand and said in a deep voice, “Have you had enough trouble, Xiao Huai?”
Xue Huai looked straight at him, “You’re not under a love spell.”
“Go back and rest, it’s not the right time to talk to you about this. Go back to your room and rest, tomorrow I’ll send you back to your grandparents’ house.” Xue Zong seemed to regret hitting him, so his tone softened. “Be obedient, Xiao Huai.”
Xue Huai said word by word, “YOU ARE NOT UNDER A LOVE SPELL.”
He said, “You’re pretending.”
“Yes, so what if I’m pretending? Xiao Huai, don’t be so stubborn like this!”
Xue Zong was once again provoked by his tone, as if he couldn’t contain his anger. “Can you tell me before you do something? You could even send a message. Did I spoiled you too much on a daily basis that’s why you’ve become like this? Have you weighed in on the move to kill? Have you ever thought about the consequences? You wouldn’t be so shortsighted if you took the trouble to look deeper!”
Xue Huai sneered: “I’m not as farsighted as you are, I only know that revenge for killing my mother can’t be avoided. When my mother’s dead, you’re happier than that woman, aren’t you? Because you can finally marry someone else, right? I thought you were sincere about my mother. I should have known that two years after you swore not to marry, you’d go back on your word. There’s a saying that I think is particularly appropriate for you when you’re cursing—you’ve got the guts to marry someone else but not the guts to admit that you’ve changed your mind, and you even pretended to be under a love spell. Who are you kidding?”
Who doesn’t know how to say heartbreaking things? This was a sarcastic face. He has an arrogant and petty attitude. Even though he had not known it before, but he had also been exposed to it.
It’s not a good look, he knows, and he also doesn’t know which moment in his life will be even worse than now.
“Damn it! You… you, are these a human being’s words? You!” Xue Zong was almost driven crazy by anger. He gasped heavily, looking terrifying, and strode towards him.
Not only did Xue Huai not hide, but he also intensified his words: “Do you know why I didn’t hide or fight back? Because you are my father, you have raised me for more than ten years, and this is what I owe you. But you owe my mother, and one day I will reclaim it from you.”
Xue Zong’s face turned pale with anger, looking fierce and terrifying. He raised his palm high, and Xue Huai even felt the sound of the wind when his palm fell in that moment, and then closed his eyes—
That slap didn’t land even after a long time.
Someone stood in front of him.
Xue Huai thought it was an old man, but when he opened his eyes, he realized it wasn’t.
The young man in black stood by his side, reaching out to firmly grasp Xue Zong’s wrist. It was like a floating flower that could not shake a thousand-year-old wood. He came silently and inexplicably, but with unquestionable absolute power, he instantly reversed the situation.
Yun Cuo raised his crimson eyes and met Xue Zong’s incredulous gaze, his voice low. “Don’t touch him.”
Xue Zong quickly reacted and became furious, saying, “I discipline my son, I don’t need you to intervene!”
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even budge his hand by half—Yun Cuo did not attack but stood silently in front of Xue Huai in a completely protective posture.
Xue Huai was completely stunned. “Why did you come over?”
Yun Cuo did not answer him.
He just stared at Xue Zong silently, like a wolf king with sharp eyes that could explode at any moment. Anyone who could sense this aura would instinctively feel that if the person he was facing was not Xue Huai’s father, and if it was not in the Xue family, he would not hesitate to take action and kill Xue Zong.
He blocked Xue Zong’s arm inch by inch and then pushed it completely away.
Yun Cuo is taller than Xue Zong, and in this situation, he has developed astonishing pressure. When he looks down, he is particularly terrifying. “I’ve come to pick Xue Huai up.”
He took half a step back and turned to hold out his hand to Xue Huai, saying, “Can you move?”
Xue Huai nodded and reached out to grab his hand—but was stunned the moment he touched Yun Cuo’s palm.
Yun Cuo’s hands are very cold, very, very cold.
Although Xue Huai practices martial arts, because his mother is from the Fengyu tribe, he was born with a slight weakness and always lacked qi, making his hands and feet prone to coldness. Yun Cuo is the opposite of him, always looking youthful and full of warmth. The evening wind at Murong Mountain Sect was cold. After nightfall, Xue Huai often used Yun Cuo as a hot water bottle, holding him like an octopus.
But now Yun Cuo’s hands are cold, indicating that his mood is unstable.
Xue Huai even smelled the smell of blood on him, and whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that the smell of blood on Yun Cuo’s body was much stronger, as if he had been splashed with blood.
But he had no intention of asking anything, he knew he was here to pick him up.
Suddenly, a mournful cry came from the door. It was Mrs. Liu’s maid who had run out earlier—most likely to inform Xue He to quickly escape.
Xue Huai didn’t send anyone to chase her, and she returned by herself, her expression approaching madness. When she saw him, she trembled, but her entire gaze was on Yun Cuo—and then she let out deafening screams!
“Ah!!!!”
She was scared crazy, and others tried to hold onto her, and she could only blurt out many words and phrases like ‘Young Master’ and ‘red mud’.
Xue Huai only glanced in that direction and didn’t say a word, he grabbed Yun Cuo’s arm and walked towards the door.
Except for the old man, no one sees them off.
But the sky was filled with a myriad of red clouds, dispelling the winter haze and mist. That is—eighty phoenixes and eight hundred golden winged birds, led by Pixiu and Qilin, greeted each other with two swords. The colorful auspicious clouds meandered for thousands of miles, shining brightly.
Dongjun’s ceremonial guard stopped in front of the Xue family’s mansion.
Last time, Xue Huai jokingly said something to him, but he remembered it seriously.
Before Xue Huai could react, he was lifted horizontally by Yun Cuo, and he bent down and put him into the golden carriage.
At that moment, he saw Yun Cuo’s gloomy face finally show some other expressions—pain, anger, and sadness, which he couldn’t understand.
Yun Cuo gently touched his face, passed out the healing spell, and brushed away the painful fingerprint for him. If the healing spell could heal the heartache, he would die rather than see Xue Huai upset again.
The moment his hand touched Xue Huai’s cheek, Xue Huai’s eyes turned red.
Xue Huai still tried to maintain a calm and composed expression and just inhaled his breath. His slightly hoarse voice covered up the fact that he was crying: “I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to let you see these things. I just missed my mother a bit.”
Yun Cuo panicked and whispered to him, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, Xue Huai.”
He felt extremely heartbroken. He could no longer see anything in his eyes or hear any other voices in his ears. All he could see were Xue Huai’s slightly red eyes and his choked words.
But soon, he saw Xue Huai holding back his tears, his eyes becoming puzzled and gentle.
He heard Xue Huai say, “Don’t cry anymore.”
Yun Cuo was in a bit of a trance for a moment, not even knowing who Xue Huai was talking about. But as soon as he used his hand to wipe, he realized that his body was stained with warm tears.
He reached out and hugged Xue Huai tightly, trembling all over. The sharp compression of pain and sadness almost made him gasp for breath, and he couldn’t say a word. He couldn’t say anything, but a bloody smell almost rose from his throat, and his mouth was too hoarse to be of a living person.
No one knew that he had been unable to make a sound for a day and night already. He almost fell silent from the moment he left the mind-viewing technique, it’s only until he saw Xue Huai.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, they’re all dead, I’m here,” he murmured, kissing Xue Huai’s forehead with a nearly devout attitude. “I’m here.”
They did not directly return to the Murong Immortal Sect.
Xue Huai suffered some minor injuries, and Yun Cuo directly took him back to his own mansion. Yun Cuo’s mother bought this mansion and then after she died, no one has come back for decades.
Yun Cuo hugged Xue onto the bed, treated him, wrapped him in a blanket, and took care of him like a little baby. Xue Huai’s clothes were stained with blood, so he found his own nightgown. Unfortunately, it was too loose, and the front couldn’t be closed at all.
In the past, Xue Huai always resisted his meticulous care, but tonight he tacitly agreed to let him do everything for him. The two people didn’t mention the accident that happened at the Xue’s family, and Yun Cuo didn’t ask anything. He sat quietly and cooked congee, then went to the back end to feed Xue Huai one mouthful at a time.
The congee is a bit mushy.
Xue Huai didn’t mind, he was extremely hungry and ate cleanly. Then he said, “I’ll wash the bowl tomorrow, come and sleep.”
Yun Cuo felt a little uneasy. When Xue Huai saw him not moving, he took the initiative to give him the blanket. “I want you to accompany me.” He said.
Yun Cuo quickly went to wash up, then climbed onto the bed and carefully held Xue Huai in his arms.
“This place of yours is so empty.” He heard Xue Huai say, his voice still a bit hoarse.
The furnishings and layout of the Yun family mansion are different from those in the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm is exquisite and compact, while the Yun family follows the habits of the Demon Realm, which is spacious and solemn.
The house was too spacious, so they had to snuggle closer together.
“En, you don’t like it? If you don’t like it, I’ll have someone make a change.” Yun Cuo said.
Xue Huai smiled and said, “You’re doing this again. If I don’t like you, then what are you gonna do—why are you so likable, Yun Cuo?”
He pretended to flirt with him lightly, but when he saw that Yun Cuo still had a deep frown on his face, it was obvious that he was still worried about him.
Xue Huai remained silent for a moment, then got up slightly, flicked his fingers, and turned off the light, then lay back in Yun Cuo’s arms.
He said, “Don’t be unhappy, I’m fine. I have taken my revenge, and as for that son…… he is not guilty of the crime. I don’t care about him, but he needs to be eradicated, and there will naturally be someone to clean up for me in the future. As for my father……”
He muttered, “I won’t say anymore, just mentioning him makes me angry. I’m already so big, even my grandfather hasn’t hit me.”
Yun Cuo kissed his forehead.
Xue Huai continued, “Actually, sometimes I find it quite boring. You see how beautiful I am outside, yet I still get bullied at home. The key is that they bullied me, and I foolishly think they are good to me.”
“There’s also no point in killing.”
Mrs. Liu is dead, but Murong Mi couldn’t come back to life.
He wouldn’t let go of Xue He, but there was no way he could go back to his previous life and have a good talk with Yun Cuo with the switched marriage certificate.
Yun Cuo’s voice was tense, filled with strong hatred and hostility. “They are very bad.”
Xue Huai let out an “En” and then said, “There is also someone who is very nice.”
Yun Cuo has become silent now. This is a form of silence that expresses disagreement. Xue Huai is familiar with him, he knows that Yun Cuo always follows and won’t argue with him. However, some thoughts were hidden deep down in his heart, like an insecure child who never appears in front of others.
Xue Huai whispered, “Just like you, you’re very good.”
Yun Cuo’s voice sounded a bit low: “I’m not good, I’m bad, Xue Huai.”
He is so bad, he kills without a second thought, refining a living, breathing man alive and splattering him with blood. The color of blood blends into the soil, and all the flowers around it blossom and wither around, and from then on they suck the rotting flesh and live. That hell-like scene directly frightened the maid, who later rushed over.
He lost his voice and perhaps also went crazy. He followed him all the way and arrived in Dongzhou. The first person he found was not Xue Huai, but his stepbrother Xue He.
That immature young man didn’t understand why he killed him, even until he died.
If it weren’t for this person.
If the previous marriage certificate had not been exchanged.
If……
He couldn’t control himself from thinking about this. He harbored hatred and extremist demons within him, knowing that it was not right, but he could not control it. He used to see the words “frying with oi” and “burn in fire” in books, and now he knows what it’s like to have your liver and guts burned in oil and fire.
Later on, in the process of mind-viewing, he watched helplessly as his young boy left him step by step. He watched helplessly as Xue Huai was bullied and wronged.
Watching them miss out on each other.
Yun Cuo held Xue Huai tightly and pressed his head against his bare chest, as if a wounded and sorrowful young beast seeking warmth outside.
Xue Huai remained silent, gently patting his back and coaxing him, “You’re very good, don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Today, Yun Cuo’s low mood exceeded his imagination. Actually, Xue Huai was the one who needed more comfort, but somehow he comforted him instead.
He’s hurt, Yun Cuo will be even more painful than him.
He hates them, so Yun Cuo would hate them even more. Yun Cuo this person usually has no likes or dislikes, everything is as he wishes.
Xue Huai looked at his furrowed eyebrows, and suddenly his mind moved. He whispered, “There aren’t so many things in the world that can’t be solved. Yun Cuo, don’t take the bull by the horns with me.”
Yun Cuo was stunned for a moment.
Xue Huai closed his eyes and whispered, “There’s something I want to tell you.”
Yun Cuo hugged him and said, “You say.”
“I… I am a,” Xue Huai said the last three words with a little determination, “Reborn.”
He felt Yun Cuo’s body stiffen.
“I don’t know if you believe me or not, but I also think this matter is very mysterious… In my previous life, I was foolish, arrogant, and missed a lot of things. I often think that if those things hadn’t happened, it would have been better. If it weren’t for those people and things, perhaps there would have been better results.”
Xue Huai chuckled lowly, “But I think the biggest fault lies with myself. I’m someone who is full of faults, arrogant, impulsive, biased, and willful……”
Yun Cuo interrupted him, “You are not, you’re the best.”
Xue Huai smiled and reached out to touch Yun Cuo’s forehead. “If you couldn’t believe it, then let’s assume I’ve had many dreams from my previous life. You see, I still can’t handle my affairs properly, like my father. I don’t want to talk to him anymore, but I… I don’t hate him that much. Do you… understand? This life has been great, I really like it, and I want to keep it.”
“Is it okay for us to live a good life? In this lifetime, you listen to me, and I will also listen to you, okay? You don’t go around hating on anyone for me, and don’t feel so uncomfortable for me, because I… I will also feel uncomfortable.” His voice was soft, although hoarse, he used this tone to coax him.
Yun Cuo suddenly turned over, leaving only a broad back to Xue Huai.
Xue Huai hugged and pressed himself against him. “Is it okay?”
Yun Cuo let out an “En.”
Xue Huai felt relieved and slowly fell asleep beside him.
It wasn’t until he fell asleep that Yun Cuo slowly allowed himself to inhale deeply—his heart beating, his blood boiling hot. The person who was sleeping couldn’t hear or see that he was suppressing his tears.
