YNRHPCYC Chapter 105

Liang Yanbei hugged Wen Chan very tightly as if he wanted to rub Wen Chan into his body, very aggressively, robbing Wen Chan of all his breath.

The kiss was bitter and sweet.

Wen Chan’s previous delusions became a reality. He never felt that he was unlucky. Whether it was Liang Yanbei or this rebirth, it was a gift from fate.

No one could personally experience his inner joy this time. 

It was like a raging sea with no end in sight where Wen Chan was rowing the small boat with great effort. He knew clearly that the dawn would never appear, but he still kept expecting it, even bending over and lowering his head in a begging posture.

Unexpectedly, this ray of dawn shone on him.

The person he had been thinking about in thousands of worlds and the one who he had been yearning for and wanting even in his dreams finally came to him and stretched out his arms to hug him.

He closed his eyes and shed the last tear in that suffering.

Just as he was absorbed in his thoughts, he heard a soft sound beside his ears, and then a chill rushed into his body. He reached out to touch, only to find that the first two buttons of his clothes were torn by Liang Yanbei.

Wen Chan pushed his head back and asked doubtfully in a hoarse voice, “Why did you tear my clothes?”

Liang Yanbei looked up at him, and his eyes were dark. Although he did not answer, his hand slipped into his clothes and slowly wandered around.

Wen Chan held his hand and looked at him, as if in a silent confrontation. 

Liang Yanbei below was still defeated, sighed with great regret, and whispered to Wen Chan, “Then you kiss me.”

Wen Chan smiled with his eyes bent, held his head, and gave him a big kiss.

This kiss lasted for a long time.

Finally, Liang Yanbei washed up and stayed in Xiyang Palace. After lying on the bed, he hugged Wen Chan and refused to let go, wrapping him up in his arms.

Wen Chan rested his head on his arm and slept surprisingly soundly.

While they were still lingering there, the Northern District of the capital was like purgatory.

The night was thick, and the cold wind was biting.

The man in the black robe held a black iron scimitar in his hand, and the blade was shining with the cold light. The wind blew his robes with rustling sounds. The handsome eyes under the mask were full of ruthlessness and murderous intent. The pupils that were originally as black as ink actually showed a trace of blood red.

He stood on a tree branch, looking down at the houses surrounded by wooden fences, and then jumped up, like a ghost passing through the air, and then squatted lightly on the ground without making any sound.

The bailiffs patrolled and guarded back and forth. The weak torches provided the only light, and there were occasional whispers. No one noticed that the man in the black robe had jumped into the wooden fence in the dark.

All the people were asleep, and the man in the black robe did not make any sound when he climbed in through their window, like a cat born in the dark, silent and motionless.

He walked to the bed and looked at the couple sleeping in each other’s arms on the bed. The two were sleeping soundly and did not sense the man in the black robe at all. 

He stood and watched for a while; his eyes drooped without a trace of emotion, and then the scimitar was raised. Almost in an instant, the necks of the husband and wife were cut off, and the blood flowed out wantonly. There was no chance for the two of them to react, and they were out of breath.

The man in the black robe did not stop and turned to the next house at a very fast speed.

He visited every household inside the wooden fence, and on such a deep night, he turned into a demon. He killed each life with a single blow of his knife, and he showed no mercy. When he went out of the wooden fence, the people in the entire Northern District had fallen asleep forever and would never wake up again.

The bailiffs, who knew nothing about it, were still patrolling in shifts. 

When the sky got bright the next day, the bailiffs didn’t see any people coming out. When they went in to check, they found this shocking scene and spread the news with a scream.

In just one morning, the news that all the people in the Northern District were killed spread throughout the capital, and Xie Shengran and Xie Zhaoxue were summoned to the palace.

Everyone knew that Xie Zhaoxue had confined the people in the Northern District, which instantly pushed him to the forefront of the storm. Even the fact that Wen Chan had been to the Northern District was spread, so some terrible rumours spread at a terrifying speed.

His Ninth Royal Highness’s notorious reputation had long been spread far and wide. This time he became part of such a thing again, so he naturally became the target of public criticism. Wen Chan was criticised with all kinds of statements.

When Wen Chan woke up from his sleep, he had changed from a dissolute and rude waste prince to the reincarnation of a murderous demon. 

After listening to what Ah Fu said, Wen Chan looked dazed. He didn’t have time to pay attention to his own reputation. He quickly thought about who would have done such a cruel thing to those people.

None of the men, women, and children remained. Whether they were infected or not, no one could escape the vicious blade and were all buried.

The first person Wen Chan thought of was the man in the black robe. He had killed the group of people who escaped yesterday and told Wen Chan that those people should all be killed.

Thinking about it this way, it must be him who did it. 

His goal was the same as Xie Zhaoxue’s, which was to prevent the spread of the disease, but he used one of the most extreme methods to wipe out all the sources of the disease.

The black-robed man would not hesitate, nor would he have any worries. He would just hold a knife and kill people. He would not consider so much and would not even care whether some people were innocent or not.

He was extremely ruthless but also absolutely surefire.

Liang Yanbei saw that he was lost in thought, so he leaned his face into his neck and rubbed on it. Then he asked softly, “What are you thinking about, Your Highness?”

Wen Chan did not resist. But he raised his hand to ask Ah Fu to withdraw and easily held his hand before saying, “I don’t understand which side the black-robed man is on.”

Liang Yanbei tilted his head and rested it on his shoulder. His whole body was eager to hang on Wen Chan, as soft as if he had no bones, and blew in his ear, “It’s obvious that he is not on the opposite side.”

“Indeed.” Wen Chan said, “I thought about it. If he was on Zhong Guoyi’s side, he would have definitely killed me the first time we met, but he stopped me from opening the prison door. If there was really something terrible locked in that door, he was protecting me.”

Liang Yanbei said, “Yesterday he said that those people were not sick but were under a hex. If what he said is true, then those people would have been incurable. And they may have even become something we don’t know about and may have come out to harm others in the capital. His killing those people is tantamount to his protecting the people of the capital.”

Wen Chan straightened up and looked sideways at Liang Yanbei, “Do you think he is a good person or a bad person?”

He smiled and said, “Neither a good person nor a bad person.”

Wen Chan thought: What kind of answer was this, but laughed along, “I’m getting more and more curious about who this person is.”

“Don’t be curious.” Liang Yanbei pinched his chin and gave it a little shake, “If you are curious about him, you will definitely always think about him. Then how can you have time to think about me?”

“You are in front of me now. What do I want to do with you that I have to think about you?” Wen Chan wondered.

“I can’t always be with His Highness.” Liang Yanbei muttered and then said, “Anyway, you are not allowed to be curious about him. You should be more curious about me.”

Wen Chan said, “I already know enough about you. You live in Jin Ling, and you are the Young Master of the Liang family. Then you came to the capital and became a general, married Situ Zhoulan and had a son……”

“Stop.” Liang Yanbei immediately covered his mouth, “Your Highness, you can’t take advantage of the fact that I will not get angry with you to make up stories about me.”

Wen Chan grinned, “It’s getting late. You should pack up and get ready to leave the palace.”

As soon as he heard about leaving the palace, Liang Yanbei instantly wilted, hugged Wen Chan and nuzzled him for a long time before he reluctantly left the palace after being urged many times.

Wen Chan was also quite reluctant to part with him. When he had nothing to do, he always missed him more, and those previous thoughts were mixed with bitterness.

As he thought, he ground ink and picked up a brush to sketch the outline of Liang Yanbei on paper. When he was done with the yearning, he stopped drawing and burnt everything he had drawn. Only in this way could he relieve his longing. 

However, now that they were close, this honey-sweet resemblance only made it more tormenting. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to fly to him and throw himself into his arms.

Because now Wen Chan knew that no matter when he arrived in front of Liang Yanbei, Liang Yanbei would stretch out his arms to hug him. This heart full of admiration will never be cruelly pressed and suppressed by Wen Chan again.

Fearing that he wouldn’t be able to control his impulse, Wen Chan hurriedly found something to do so that he would not be idle.

He asked Ah Fu to find the best wood and planned to make a short flute for Liang Yanbei himself. 

In his previous life, what he liked to listen to most was the sound of Liang Yanbei’s flute. He also got the special honour that — — Later Liang Yanbei only played the flute for him.

After the transition to a new regime in the capital, few people knew that Liang Yanbei could play the flute. Even his own son, Liang Shaojing, only learnt about it by chance. Wen Chan was very happy about this.

He was not good at many things. But making flutes was one of them. Every time Liang Yanbei celebrated his birthday in his previous life, Wen Chan would personally make a flute and give it to him. He did it every year. Since giving out that flute before he got married, Wen Chan’s flute was never given away again. Although he still made it every year, he hid them after making it.

Some time ago, when Liang Yanbei celebrated his birthday on Wuyue island, Wen Chan had started selecting wood many days in advance, working diligently from dawn till dusk to make a short flute. Although he hadn’t planned to give it away, after he got drunk that time, the flute disappeared inexplicably, and then he had to leave the island in those few days. So he didn’t have a chance to look for it carefully.

Wen Chan wanted to make another one to give to Liang Yanbei.

In the next few days, he secluded himself in Xiyang Palace and made a flute with all his heart. When Liang Yanbei came, he hid the things, as he had planned to show it to him after he was done.

The rumours in the capital became more and more intense, with no signs of calming down at all. Memorials impeaching Wen Chan suddenly increased and piled up on the emperor’s desk. But the emperor’s face did not change, and all the transcripts were picked out and thrown into the brazier.

Xie Zhaoxue also had Xie Shengran on his side. Moreover, because his usual reputation was excellent, the people who expressed understanding for his actions actually outnumbered those who scorned him, suppressing the malicious smears. So the pressure on him was not that great.

But he was still investigating very seriously. At this time, Zhong Wenjin felt distressed when he saw that he was so busy all day that he couldn’t keep his feet on the ground, and he comforted him every night.

As the twelfth lunar month entered its later part, heavy snow fell, and the heavy snowstorm lasted for two or three days, dyeing the entire capital white.

Wen Chan’s flute was almost finished when Zhong Wenjin suddenly handed him a letter.

As soon as he received the letter, Wen Chan had an ominous premonition. Logically speaking, Zhong Wenjin would never hand him a letter. They were both in the capital, so they could talk about anything in person. Unless he encountered some difficult things and could not ask Xie Zhaoxue for help, nor could he meet Wen Chan in person, so he could only tell him by letter. 

Wen Chan hurriedly opened the letter, and the contents of the letter confirmed his guess.

He saw a paragraph of scribbled words on the white paper, which was obviously written by Zhong Wenjin in a hurry.

“Xie has not returned from the Yanxiang Temple for two days. I will go to look for him first. If I don’t return either, I am requesting Your Highness to go up the mountain to save us in two days.”

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