Chapter 163: Crying Out Loud with Little Seven

“Hahaha.” Concubine Hui laughed, pointing at Feng Sheng with great satisfaction. “You deserve it! You calculated everything and still wanted to restore the country? You said you had an heir, but in the end, you not only wasted everything, but even your son was protected by someone else. Feng Xuetang had long since calculated that with your intelligence, you could never restore Feng country. You were only fit to send Di Li into the palace.

Feng Xuetang’s kindness made you live to atone for her.

But you’re such a perverted man, wanting Feng Xuetang to take over my body.”

Feng Sheng stared at Yun Hui and Di Li.

He remembered how, over the years, he had secretly solved many problems for Yun Hui and Di Li.

After Yun Hui was expelled from the Marquis’s residence, a few young thieves had tried to break into the Jinlou Alley to steal things, and he had chased them away.

When Di Li was almost drowned in the Wang family mansion as a child, he had saved him.

He had always thought the two children’s fates were intertwined. For the sake of his ‘son,’ he protected both children.

He had not expected to be nothing more than a pawn in their growth.

Now that the two children had grown up, the Tiansheng Emperor had captured Di Li to investigate his origins.

The past had been revealed because of Yun Hui and Di Li’s existence.

Feng Sheng had completely fallen into the hands of two children who should have had no intersection with him.

Was he angry?

Regretful?

Of course, he was both angry and regretful.

Feng Sheng glanced at everyone and, regaining his composure from his frenzy, looked at Yun Hui and Di Li. “In the end, without Feng Xuetang, you two wouldn’t be here today. One is her biological son, and the other is her adopted child. But now she is imprisoned, and you can’t save her.”

Feng Sheng smiled, his lips curling up. “Yun Hui, Di Li, you two should save me. Feng Xuetang has a corpse-rearing array on her, and you wouldn’t be so cruel as to watch her soul be restless after death, would you?”

Di Li and Yun Hui were deeply angered.

Leaving aside Di Li’s background, just the fact that Feng Sheng had committed adultery with Concubine Hui was already a death sentence!

[What a joke! Feng Sheng is still not giving up and wants to run away.]

[Father, this person is extremely evil and must not be spared. The corpse-rearing array on Feng Xuetang needs Feng Sheng’s blood to dissolve it, and the array’s core is the ice coffin. Feng Sheng spat several mouthfuls of blood on it just now.

The array has already been broken, so there’s no need to listen to Feng Sheng’s nonsense. But how should I tell Father?]

Ah Bao was quite confident.

But she thought Yun Hui and the Third Prince would surely be moved by pity.

After all, they were their blood relatives.

Yun Hui: “…”

Di Li: “…”

The tyrant, whose anger had just subsided, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them looked at the little girl with composure.

Ah Bao, unaware, was furrowing her little brow, trying to figure out how to convey the message to the three of them.

The main issue was that she was too young to speak clearly right now.

[This is really troubling me.]

The two stepped forward and bowed to the tyrant, requesting, “Your Majesty.”

“Father Emperor.”

“There is no need to consider us. Feng Sheng should be dealt with as you see fit.”

“You are truly heartless! Yun Hui, that’s your biological mother. Di Li, she did save you after all. To be honest, I have a brocade from the old monk given to me back then, which details Di Li’s background.”

“Is this what you mean?” The tyrant took out the brocade from the envelope and waved it in front of Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng: ???

“You…”

The tyrant raised his eyebrows. The true background of Di Li was already in hand.

Feng Sheng, living was just a waste of air!

“With your actions, you still want to be a prince of the Feng country? You’ve tarnished the reputation of the Feng royal family, committing adultery and harming my son. You deserve to die. Ah Bao, how should we deal with him?”

Ah Bao, who had been enjoying the show, was suddenly called out, tilting her little head.

[Father actually asked me? Hahaha, just the right time, I was worried about how to remind Father.]

Feng Sheng’s eyes lit up. A little child couldn’t possibly come up with a valid reason, could she?

He would soon pay a terrible price for this thought.

Ah Bao pondered briefly. “Father, um… Put him in the big prison.”

[I remember there’s a big cell in the dark prison, right?]

[Don’t ask me how I know. Once, I followed Seventh Brother through the rain and saw it. That cell is really big.]

The tyrant: “…”

So, the son of the Di Zian had actually taken Ah Bao to that place.

Once Di Zian returned to the palace, he would definitely have to give him a good scolding.

“Come, take Feng Sheng to the big prison. As for Concubine Hui, send her to the Cold Palace.”

When Feng Sheng was dragged away, he was still very unwilling, until two pieces of jade fell from his arms.

It was the shattered blood jade.

Feng Sheng, full of pride, said, “No one but me can purify the blood jade. Even Taoist Baiyun cannot.”

Taoist Baiyun stepped forward, picking up the blood jade, feeling it cold to the touch, and a dark aura immediately surged to his fingertips. “So, you used this blood jade to trap the baby spirit.”

The ice coffin trapped Feng Xuetang.

The blood jade housed a little ghost, used to absorb Di Li’s yang energy to stabilize the corpse-rearing array.

“The little ghost has become accustomed to Di Li’s yang energy. Without purifying the blood jade, the little ghost cannot leave, and Di Li will be haunted by nightmares for life.” Feng Sheng was unafraid of death.

He believed he would not die.

But the tyrant was ruthless.

Die?

There was no way he would make it so easy. He wanted Feng Sheng to suffer more than death.

“Let me go, Tiansheng Emperor. Let me go quickly. If I’m fine, Di Li will be fine. Even though he’s not your biological son, he has been raised for many years. I don’t believe you can bear to see Di Li go mad.”

The tyrant’s sharp eyes narrowed, and his dragon face showed anger that would surely lead to bloodshed.

Feng Sheng was doomed!

“Father~” Ah Bao peeked her little head from behind the tyrant, her soft and sticky voice stopping the tyrant’s internal fury.

The tyrant looked at Ah Bao.

Ah Bao, with her little short legs, stood in front of Feng Sheng, giggling and waving at Taoist Baiyun.

Taoist Baiyun, who had been waiting for an opportunity to get closer to the tyrant, finally had his chance and approached eagerly.

“Little Princess.”

You finally saw me.

“Yuyu…”

Taoist Baiyun quickly handed the blood jade to Ah Bao.

This thing was eerie, but he believed the tyrant would have a way to suppress it.

However, Taoist Baiyun had underestimated Ah Bao.

How could Ah Bao suppress it?

[Just this? Feng Sheng treats it like a treasure, but I can handle it easily. I wouldn’t even keep it as trash because it takes up space.]

When the blood jade was in Ah Bao’s hands, after she took a glance, it immediately turned into a piece of transparent white jade.

Taoist Baiyun was horrified.

“This… This…”

The blood jade was purified.

The little ghost was gone, the baby spirit dispersed, and the evil aura was no more.

In the blink of an eye???

Feng Sheng screamed, “Impossible, impossible!”

All the effort he had put in for twenty years, the blood jade he had carefully protected for two decades, the treasure that even Taoist Baiyun had to handle with caution, had been purified by a little girl.

“Ah Bao.” The tyrant extended his hand to take the jade.

Ah Bao handed the jade to the tyrant, and with a glance exchanged between father and daughter, they understood each other’s intent.

The tyrant moved swiftly, grabbing Feng Sheng’s chin and shoving the jade into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

“You cherish this thing so much, so eat it yourself.”

[Hahaha, my father is truly ruthless. He makes Feng Sheng eat his own treasure, and after eating, it turns into excrement. What a treasure, it’s just a piece of stinky dog poop. Killing is nothing; inflicting mental anguish is the real deal.]

The tyrant’s lips curled into a smile.

His daughter understood him the best.

“Take Feng Sheng away! Lock him in the large cell.” The tyrant bit down heavily on the word ‘large’.

Feng Sheng had no idea what awaited him.

He only stared at Ah Bao, unable to understand how a child less than a year old could purify the blood jade and destroy his life’s work!

Concubine Hui was also sent to the Cold Palace.

Before she left, Concubine Hui showed no anger, seeming to have cried all her tears. Still, she was afraid of death. “Your Majesty, considering that I once gave birth to and raised Di Li for you, please spare me this once… just this once…”

“Twenty years, just once?” The tyrant’s eyes were ruthless, his expression cold. “You should be thankful that you raised Di Li. If it weren’t for that, you would have been torn to pieces long ago. For this lifetime, stay in the Cold Palace. I never want to see you again.”

No matter how Concubine Hui cried and pleaded, it was of no use.

“Madam Xu.” The tyrant looked at Madam Xu.

He found that Madam Xu had fainted at some point.

Everyone: “…”

“She’s really stupid.” The tyrant snorted coldly. “This person has malicious intent and was used by others. Beat her with fifty strikes and notify Minister Wen to come to the palace to take her away.”

The emperor showed a bit of consideration for Minister Wen.

With fifty strikes, if Madam Xu died, she would be rolled up in a straw mat and thrown out of the palace.

If she survived, Minister Wen would take her home, and everything would depend on Madam Xu’s fate.

[Speaking of which, Minister Wen is actually quite pitiable. He is upright and honest as an official, but his family life is a mess.

His son is in prison, his daughter is in the Cold Palace, and his wife’s life and death are uncertain.

It seems that the saying ‘a clean official cannot resolve family disputes’ is true.]

Thud.

Yun Ting knelt before the tyrant.

“Your Majesty, I have a request…”

Before she could speak, the tyrant cut in, “You want to take Feng Xuetang’s body back?”

Yun Ting nodded.

She wasn’t sure if the tyrant would agree.

After all, Feng Xuetang was a princess from an enemy country.

When the Feng country was not yet destroyed, its relations with the Tiansheng Dynasty and even neighboring countries were quite strained.

Yun Hui and Di Li also hesitated.

The tyrant waved his hand. “Take her back and give her a proper burial.”

After all, she had saved Di Li once.

Yun Ting repeatedly bowed and pulled Yun Hui to bow as well.

The tyrant glanced at Yun Hui. Which prince is this?

No matter which country’s prince he was, he had become Ah Bao’s disciple, so let it be.

Before Yun Hui left, he looked deeply at Ah Bao and then nodded at her.

Master, I’m leaving first.

Ah Bao understood and waved her small hand at Yun Hui.

[My good disciple, I’ll come to visit you outside the palace when I have time. Well, just thinking about it is enough. Yun Hui doesn’t know my thoughts anyway.]

Yun Hui suppressed a smile.

Master, I know. I’ve already heard.

The Palace of Qingyun returned to silence.

After all the commotion, Ah Bao was a bit tired. She lay in the Concubine De’s arms, listless and no longer as lively as before.

Soon, Ah Bao’s eyelids drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The tyrant, concerned that the noise might disturb Ah Bao’s sleep, had the Concubine De take Ah Bao back to the Yihe Palace.

Taoist Baiyun looked on anxiously as his master was carried away by the Concubine De.

He was eager to learn how the master purified the blood jade.

On the way to the Qianqing Palace, Di Li followed quietly behind the tyrant, not saying a word.

Today, he learned about his background.

He had been taken from an old monk by Feng Xuetang.

He really wasn’t the emperor’s child.

He hesitated, thinking for a long time. He wasn’t a prince; how could he continue to hold onto the identity of a prince?

For the first time, Di Li felt a distance from the tyrant, a feeling of wanting to get close but not being able to.

This matter would eventually spread. If he didn’t leave on his own, others would only say he wanted to be a prince.

Sigh.

Di Li sighed silently.

The wish to live a leisurely life as a prince was not achievable. Perhaps, this was his so-called destiny.

“Father… Your Majesty…” Di Li looked down and couldn’t help but speak in a muffled voice.

The tyrant stopped and looked at him.

The moonlight was cold, casting a clear light on Di Li’s profile, making him seem quite handsome.

“Am I not your father?”

Di Li’s head lowered even further as he shook his head. “Your Majesty, I think… I should leave the palace.”

“Will you come back?”

Di Li: “…”

What qualification did he have to come back? As what? He didn’t want to be a usurper.

The tyrant saw through Di Li’s thoughts. “It seems you don’t want to recognize me as your father.”

Di Li hurriedly shook his head. “No, Father.”

Sigh, he really can’t bring himself to recognize it. With things laid out so clearly, to be honest, who would willingly give up the position of a leisurely prince to become an ordinary commoner? The key is that these identities don’t truly belong to him, and he feels unworthy of them.

“Don’t think too much. I will always be your father.”

Tears welled up in Di Li’s eyes, and he was deeply moved.

As they were talking, Di Zian arrived. “Father, Third Brother.”

“Just right, let’s go for a walk with your Third Brother.” The tyrant said, tossing a remark before entering the Qianqing Palace.

Di Zian scratched his head. He had heard about today’s events as soon as he entered the palace. Although the emperor had kept the news tightly under wraps, what happened in the Qingyun Palace had spread in the harem.

Di Zian patted Di Li on the shoulder. “Third Brother, you will always be my Third Brother.”

He didn’t care about bloodlines or anything.

Di Li left the palace with Di Zian, and upon returning to the Third Prince’s residence, he began to pack his things. Di Zian silently watched.

He offered many comforting words, but it was clear that Di Li wasn’t paying much attention.

After packing for a while, Di Li started crying, hugging Di Zian and sobbing loudly.

Not like a twenty-year-old at all.

Who could understand him? After living for twenty years and discovering that his parents weren’t his real parents, he felt like nothing more than a puppet used by others.

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