ABBLEIP Chapter100

“Ah…” Shen Qingzhuo cried hoarsely and silently, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

 

The extreme pain of being cut into pieces had not yet faded from his body, his snow-white cheeks were covered with cold sweat, and his slender fingers sank deeply into the quilt; even if his nails were broken, it would not be even one ten-thousandth comparable to the pain he was enduring.

 

“Young Master?” Xiao Dezi seemed to have heard the noise in the inner room. He pushed open the door and walked in. He was so scared that he rushed to the bedside, “Young Master! Young Master, what’s wrong with you?”

 

The familiar voice finally saved Shen Qingzhuo from the brink of death. He took a breath, and his scattered eyes gradually gathered.

 

Xiao Dezi wanted to touch his young master but didn’t dare to do so, so he could only get up in a panic, “The servant will go call the imperial physician right away!”

 

“Wait…” After regaining consciousness, Shen Qingzhuo realized that something was wrong and called out in a hoarse voice, “Come back.”

 

The familiar view in front of him was from Jiyue Pavilion, and Xiao Dezi, who should have died protecting him, was standing in front of him alive.

 

“Young Master?” Xiao Dezi walked back hesitantly.

 

Shen Qingzhuo struggled to prop up his upper body and asked, “What year is this year?”

 

Xiao Dezi blurted out, “This year is the 24th year of Guangxi, Young Master!”

 

“24th year of Guangxi.” Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes. “It’s actually the 24th year…”

 

Xiao Dezi said worriedly, “Young Master, what’s wrong with you?”

 

Shen Qingzhuo forced a smile: “Nothing, just a nightmare.”

 

No, that wasn’t a dream.

 

Crushing the bones bit by bit, scraping off the flesh piece by piece, the pain of having his skin and bones cut off was definitely not a dream.

 

He remembered that after his death, his soul left his body, and he witnessed the tyrant feeding the raw meat he scraped off to dogs and then grinding his bones to ashes. He also witnessed the tyrant killing King Qin, Xiao Luchi, and the whole world collapsed in front of him.

 

In the last ashes, he suddenly saw a glowing book floating in the air, the pages flipped from the first page to the last page and then quickly turned back to the first page, and then he completely lost consciousness…

 

“Young Master, I will help you get up.” Xiao Dezi hung up the curtains with quick hands and feet.

 

Shen Qingzhuo woke up from his memories and got up from the bed.

 

He couldn’t help but look down at his legs. He hadn’t stood up like this for a long time already.

 

Xiao Dezi helped his young master put on his brocade robe and asked carefully, “Young Master, the Seventh Prince has been locked in the cellar for a day and a night already. Should we…”

 

Shen Qingzhuo’s back stiffened, and the fear engraved in his bones enveloped him from the inside out.

 

During the three years imprisoned by the tyrant, he fully experienced what it meant to be unable to live but can’t die either.

 

The saddest thing is that he learned after his death that he was just a character in the book, a minor character who was tortured to death by the villainous tyrant. His life was arranged, and he didn’t even have his own thoughts. The book only has a few words about his life, and the most ink is the part where he was cut into pieces by the tyrant.

 

Xiao Dezi: “Young Master, how about the servant bringing some food…”

 

Shen Qingzhuo walked to the table and said, “Let him stay for a while more and help me grind the ink.”

 

Xiao Dezi had to swallow the second half of the sentence and went over to grind the ink.

 

Shen Qingzhuo unfolded the plain paper and wrote down all the important events and nodes in his mind about this world and sorted out the known relationships between the characters.

 

No matter what the reason for his rebirth was, since this world gave him a chance to start over, he would no longer be like a puppet, allowing the person who wrote this story to manipulate and play with his life at will.

 

Xiao Shen curled up in the dark and damp cellar, trying to minimize his contact with the ground.

 

He had long been accustomed to starvation, but at least there were cold and moldy leftovers in the cold palace, and he had not had a drop of water for a day and a night already.

 

Because that person locked him up, locked him in the corner of the cellar like a dog.

 

The cold air in the cellar penetrated up through the thin trouser legs, and the old pain in his knees was like a needle pricking him, mixed with the soreness and swelling that seeped out from the bone joints, making it impossible for him to relax for a moment, let alone close his eyes and rest.

 

After an unknown amount of time, just as his consciousness fell into a daze, a heavy muffled sound came from his ears, and then a ray of light came in.

 

The footsteps of the person coming were very light, but they were still clearly audible in the empty cellar. He woke up instantly and leaned against the corner of the wall vigilantly.

 

This was the scene that Shen Qingzhuo saw when he walked down.

 

The youth locked in the corner was ragged and skinny, with only a pair of dark and cold eyes on his thin face, staring at him with extreme vigilance.

 

The tyrant who ascended to the throne of the emperor and cut him into pieces was now just a thirteen-year-old boy, who had no power to resist him.

 

His eyes fell on the iron chain, and he felt a little scared because he had also been locked up for three whole years, like a dog, lying on the ground all day long.

 

At that time, he wished he could die every day, but the tyrant found the best physicians in Dayong, he tortured him to the point of death and then spent a lot of effort to save him, repeating this process until he only had his last breath left…

 

Shen Qingzhuo stopped on the stairs, looked down at the little tyrant, and calmly said, “Untie the chain.”

 

“Yes.” Xiao Dezi walked over quickly and untied the chain.

 

However, Xiao Shen didn’t know what he was up to or what new way he had come up with to torture him again, so he leaned against the wall and didn’t move.

 

“What?” Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly. “The cellar is so comfortable, you don’t want to leave anymore?”

 

Xiao Shen secretly clenched his fists, stood up tremblingly, and almost fell to the ground again. Fortunately, Xiao Dezi quickly supported him.

 

Shen Qingzhuo watched coldly and turned around first.

 

Back in the hall, Shen Qingzhuo pointed at the leftover food on the table and said, “Eat.”

 

Xiao Shen stood aside, and even though his stomach was growling with hunger, he didn’t dare to pick the chopsticks up.

 

This person wouldn’t be so kind. The only reason he asked him to eat was that there was drugs in the food.

 

“Why, are you afraid that I’ll poison you?” Shen Qingzhuo laughed, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Someone, take it away and feed it to the dogs.”

 

Hearing this, Xiao Shen raised his eyes suddenly, and a cold hatred burst out from his eyes. The fierce and cold eyes of the little beast seemed to rush over and bite his aorta.

 

The memory of being tortured repeatedly by the tyrant instantly came to his mind, and Shen Qingzhuo subconsciously took a step back.

 

But soon, he remembered their current situation and ordered coldly, “Don’t look at me like that.”

 

Xiao Shen gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on him.

 

“I told you not to look at me like that!” Shen Qingzhuo was so angry that he shouted, “Someone, come!”

 

The eunuch waiting at the door came in immediately and forced the Seventh Prince to kneel down.

 

Xiao Shen was already exhausted and could hardly struggle to get up. He could only be pressed to the ground and gasp for air.

 

Shen Qingzhuo walked over, leaned over, pinched the tyrant’s chin, and lifted it up, and said softly, “Your Highness the Seventh Prince, your life is in my hands. Do you understand what this means?”

 

Xiao Shen stared at him with gnashing teeth, as if he wanted to tear a piece of meat off his face.

 

He loosened his hand, took a plate of meat from the table, and threw it on the ground in front of the little tyrant. “I told you to sit at the table to eat, but you didn’t want to. Do you have to eat on the ground like a dog?”

 

His nostrils spit out heavy breaths, and after a while, Xiao Shen squeezed out two hoarse words from his throat: “I, eat.”

 

Shen Qingzhuo laughed again and signaled the eunuch to let go of the Seventh Prince. “Being obedient is good.”

 

Xiao Shen climbed up and sat on a chair, stuffing whatever food he grabbed into his mouth, and he didn’t stop eating even when he choked.

 

Only when Young Master Shen was satisfied did he let him go.

 

Xiao Dezi looked at the Seventh Prince’s staggering back, his eyes full of worry.

 

Shen Qingzhuo glanced at him and whispered, “He doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

 

Even though he was very bad to the little tyrant and was tortured to death later, it was his own fault, but Xiao Dezi never hurt him from beginning to end and even often secretly cared about him, but in the end he ended up with his head and body separated as well.

 

“Ah?” Xiao Dezi retracted his gaze. “What did you say, Young Master?”

 

“Nothing.” Shen Qingzhuo turned around and went back to the inner hall.

 

That night, the palace was completely silent. A dark figure quietly entered the cold palace and carefully pushed open the door of the side hall.

 

The hall was completely dark, with only a bright moon shining outside the window, but eyes accustomed to the darkness could accurately distinguish objects.

 

Shen Qingzhuo walked to the bed quietly and took out a dagger from his waist.

 

It was not convenient to do it in the daytime in Jiyue Pavilion, but if the Seventh Prince died silently in the cold palace, it would have nothing to do with him.

 

After thinking it over, the only way was to kill the little tyrant while he was still young, so that he could avoid the pain of being cut into pieces in the future.

 

The sharp blade slowly approached the bulge on the bed, but the hand holding the handle began to tremble uncontrollably.

 

Let alone killing people, he had never even killed a chicken in his previous life.

 

But the person in front of him was none other than the enemy who tortured him to death and the tyrant who caused the corpses in Dayong to lie thousands of miles away and the blood to flow like a river.

 

Countless people died at the hands of the tyrant. His dagger strike today was not only to avenge himself but also to eliminate harm for the country and the people.

 

The blade was getting closer and closer to the quilt. At this moment, a painful low groan suddenly sounded from the quilt.

 

Shen Qingzhuo shuddered in fear, and the dagger fell on the bed.

 

He subconsciously turned around and wanted to escape, but an unclear voice came from behind: “Mother…”

 

He paused and turned to look at the little tyrant again.

 

His face was red under the cold and hard quilt. The boy closed his eyes tightly, his facial features were twisted into a ball, and he curled up his thin body and murmured, “Hurt, Mother, I am in so much pain…”

 

As if something had struck him in the heart, he suddenly thought of his mother, and also of how he was forced to leave Youbei when he was young, and how he had never been able to return to his hometown to see his family until his death.

 

He was just a puppet being manipulated, and so was the young tyrant in front of him.

 

Everything that the little tyrant went through would drive anyone crazy, including himself.

 

Perhaps everything was a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was inevitable.

 

Shen Qingzhuo stood in front of the bed for a long time, then leaned over to pick up the fallen dagger, took a last look at the little tyrant, who was in a nightmare, and turned away quietly.

 

The 24th year of Guangxi, there were still five years before the tyrant ascended the throne.

 

Although the little tyrant had already planted the seeds of hatred for him in his heart, but five years was enough time for him to do many things and change the direction of the entire story.

 

In this life, his fate is in his own hands.

 

And just as he closed the door, the little tyrant who had fallen into a coma suddenly opened his pair of dark and cold eyes.