Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun opened his palm, and a crimson flame ignited.
He moved his palm close to the person in his arms, less than a finger away from his robes.
If you get any closer, the flames will burn the young man’s body.
The originally menacing black shadow that had turned into a sharp sword stopped one person away from Jian Xiuyun.
The dark shadow gradually faded away, and the man took on a new appearance.
He had a tall and slender figure, but did not look rough, with long black hair meticulously combed and fastened carefully on top of his head and with a white jade hairpin. He had sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, sideburns, and a pair of eyes as calm as water making it impossible to see any emotion.
It was a pity to see a dark red scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin, almost covering half of his face, looking extremely terrifying.
Jian Xiuyun sighed in his heart. Beauty with flaws always makes people feel sorry.
“Is this your true appearance?” Jian Xiuyun asked.
The man did not answer, but had his gaze fixed on the person in Jian Xiuyun’s arms. He said with a cold voice, “Give him to me.”
Seeing his appearance, Jian Xiuyun became even more convinced that this young man’s value in the demonic cultivator’s heart was definitely not low.
As a result, the fire in his palm got closer.
“Answer my question first. Why did you make him look like this? And why did you trick us into arriving at Ancient Stone City?”
The man observed Jian Xiuyun’s movements, frowning for a moment, then relaxed, and sneered, “You want to threaten me with a corpse?”
As he said that, as if to prove he didn’t care, his right hand slightly shifted, and a ball of black energy surged out, heading straight towards Jian Xiuyun.
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Jian Xiuyun didn’t hold back either. He moved his palm, and a cluster of flames brushed against the young man’s long hair, setting it aflame.
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Sure enough, the demonic cultivator couldn’t help but open his mouth and shout, “Stop!”
Hearing this, Jian Xiuyun’s slender fingers caressed the small area of hair, extinguishing the small fire. His voice became colder, “If you want him to be unscathed, answer my questions properly and don’t play any tricks.”
The demonic cultivator paused, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long time, he replied in a wooden tone, “Fine.”
–
In June of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, General Shen Jie of Weiyuan died on the battlefield of the Western Expedition. In July of the same year, news came back to Yanling, the capital, that the general’s wife, Shen Wei, had hung herself from a beam at home and died.
All the peaceful years of Shen An’s life came to an abrupt end in that fiery July.
Dressed in mourning clothes, Shen An knelt outside the funeral shed. It had just rained yesterday and the weather was still chilly. From time to time, a cold breeze would blow by, gently billowing the mourning flags.
In the General’s huge mansion, there were only a few maids and servants guarding him. It looked particularly desolate.
“Brother An.” A voice sounded from behind him.
Hearing the sound, Shen An stood up and looked back. After seeing the person clearly, he bowed respectfully, “King An.”
King An waved his hand at him, his eyes pausing briefly at the coffin not far away, and then averted quickly.
It was unknown what he was thinking, and he heaved a long sigh. He raised his hand and gently stroked Shen An’s head. His tone was light and laced with sympathy, “I pity you.”
Shen An, who had been feeling grievances for many days, seemed to have finally found an outlet. Shen An, who had been holding back and bottling up the pain these past few days and tried to calmly manage his parent’s funeral, couldn’t hold back his tears anymore as they dripped down his face in large drops continuously.
Shen An’s father’s position as a general was not a surprise, it was all based on military merit. From a small family to today, all the things he had experienced could not be explained clearly in a sentence or two. His mother had married his father when he was still in the countryside, and she came from a humble background. When his father was bestowed the title of general, His Majesty had intended to give Princess Chengjia to his father and make his mother his concubine, but his father refused and insisted on giving his mother the title of the general’s wife.
This seemed to be where it all started.
His father had a wild temperament and was not good at befriending people. In addition, he came from a humble background and did not have many acquaintances. However, he was highly prestigious among the people.
This time, when his father’s coffin was transported back to Dadu, people lined the streets and took it upon themselves to send it off, everyone shedding tears.
However, since his death, the emperor had not expressed anything, nor had he issued an edict to clarify whether he will inherit the position of general. The only one who came to pay his respects was King An.
How could he still not see clearly what the situation was like.
He thought that he had been polished smooth and cold by these successive changes.
But he didn’t expect that King An’s three words would cause his walls to crumble down.
After all, he was only twelve years old.
When King An saw him crying like this, he reached out and took him into his arms, patting his back gently as he said, “Why don’t you follow me back to my mansion first.”
Shen An didn’t answer.
King An helped him bury his parents.
King An composed letters and filed the memorandum for him. Shen An voluntarily gave up the inheritance of the position of general, reduced to commoner status, and was willing to dedicate the general’s residence to renovate and build a palace for His Majesty.
His Majesty responded quickly and granted his request.
Then he followed King An to his mansion.
On the first day after entering the mansion, King An took him around the place and said to him gently, “You can regard this as your home from now on.”
“Thank you, King An.” He had a lot to say, but after sorting through his thoughts for a long time, he still only replied briefly.
Like his father, he was not good with words, and could only keep all his gratitude in his heart and pay it back slowly in the future.
When he walked to Mingzhe Pavilion, the door was pushed open, and a little man wearing an off-white coat stumbled out.
The sleeves of the little man’s coat were too long, only revealing his pink fingertips, and he wore a white hood on his head, with a round face underneath. The child was well-raised, with soft and white skin, and a pair of bright, black eyes, big and round like two crystal grapes. They were slightly bent, seeming as if they would be full of overflowing spring water.
As soon as King An saw him, he leaned down and opened his arms.
The child threw himself into his arms and shouted softly, “Father, I missed you so much!”
“Father missed Chun’er too.” King An replied lovingly, hugging him with an unconcealable smile on his face, and gently pressed his forehead against the tip of his nose.
The father and son pair were intimate for a while, and then King An remembered there was someone standing next to him. He turned around with the child in his arms, pointed at Shen An and spoke, “Chun’er, this is brother Shen An. From now on he will be with you, and you’ll study and play together and call him brother.”
Yan Chun tilted his head and stared at him with clear black eyes for a while, then quickly accepted his father’s words. A smile appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand to him and sweetly called, “Brother.”
Shen An froze on the spot, wanting to reach out but not daring to. He was obviously overjoyed in his heart, but the smile on his face was stiff.
“H..hey.” he stuttered back.
Side arcs in novels are always so tragic.
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