anovelconsole Chapter 707 - 706: Burning Through the Bowels
Chapter 707 - 706: Burning Through the Bowels
Lu Qing observed all the emotions of the impostor Prince Lan, waited for a moment, and suddenly said: "The ambitious dreams you wished for in your sleep, of all things, are about to be realized by your junior apprentice. Are you willing to accept that?
If it were me, I wouldn’t be content with making wedding clothes for others like this."
The impostor Prince Lan snapped out of it, glaring fiercely at Lu Qing: "Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to?! We have a deep-seated blood feud, why would you be so kind-hearted to understand how I feel!
You’re just trying to make me angry, to make me lose my mind in a fit of rage, and spill out my junior apprentice’s plan so you can sit back and reap the benefits!
Bah! Dream on!
I won’t tell you anything, if you want to kill me then kill me, don’t expect me to betray my junior!"
Seeing him being so stubborn even after causing so much trouble, the guards behind couldn’t hold back their anger, wishing they could rush up like that Chief Historian and give him a good beating.
Lu Qing, however, remained unperturbed, as if hearing a ridiculous joke after listening to the impostor Prince Lan’s gnashing words.
"Why deceive yourself and pretend?" Lu Qing said with a smile to the impostor, "If you truly knew your junior apprentice’s plan, you wouldn’t be in such a passive situation.
Yishaen is like crossing a river and dismantling a bridge, and you are that bridge.
Yishaen is like killing the donkey after it has done its work, and you are that donkey.
Now it seems, no wonder he doesn’t trust you and feared you’d ruin things sooner or later, it’s obvious your brain is not very sharp.
To this day, you still think I’m using provocation to make you spill what you know in a fit of rage?
No, you overestimate yourself. We already know quite a lot about what your junior apprentice has done, there’s no need for you to unravel anything for us."
Upon hearing the words "Headdress and Shoes Workshop," the impostor Prince Lan’s face darkened further, remembering how he was previously enticed by the "Truth-telling Pill" and was calculating on acquiring the formula to improve his position and power, forgetting they initially approached him with just a bit of "Chang’e Drunk."
So, Lu Qing was not bluffing; they indeed knew quite a bit of inside information.
"Don’t get complacent," he said through gritted teeth, "I just took a step ahead of you all.
In the end, neither you nor Zhao Bi should expect to survive!
I know my junior apprentice’s temperament best; he never relies on one person alone, certainly not Zhao Bi only.
But it doesn’t matter. Whoever it may be, regardless of gender, whether an imperial noble or a common merchant, the outcome will be the same.
Once he succeeds and the dynasty changes, anyone who could potentially become a problem will die!
He won’t leave any potential threat alive!"
So, when Emperor Jin is dead and Zhao Bi is dead, the grudge of our sect will be avenged, and it’s no big deal if I go first!"
Lu Qing didn’t mind his tirade: "Not necessarily.
We have some understanding of Yishaen’s ways, including several uncertain guesses.
Luckily, with your reactions and words, we can now firmly ascertain that all our previous guesses were correct.
So, in the end, it’s hard to say who will die first, perhaps you will indeed go first to inform your master and junior apprentices that your sect is about to reunite underground."
The impostor Prince Lan’s jaw tensed, grinding his molars as he stared at Lu Qing, unable to read the truth of those words from his face. With a desire to curse more, he resisted for fear of "speaking too much inadvertently reveals more," so he just stubbornly hummed fiercely.
"More words are useless; in your hands, I’m doomed, so just say what you will do with me!" he said, his voice slightly stiff.
Lu Qing chuckled: "As the saying goes, ’an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’. You’ve heard that, haven’t you?"
Fu Lu, bring the prepared wine."
Fu Lu took a palm-sized gourd from his waist.
"Give him a drink." Lu Qing’s expression was indifferent, slightly raising his chin to signal Fu Lu.
Fu Lu immediately stepped forward, pinching the impostor Prince Lan’s cheek, forcing his mouth open so he couldn’t close it.
The impostor Prince Lan, although put out brave words earlier, still had a survival instinct. The mere thought of Lu Qing’s "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" made him apprehensive of what was in that gourd.
But there was no choice; his body was weak and limp, unable to move, and though he could move his head, he couldn’t break free from the Black Iron Tower’s hold. All he could do was widen his eyes, feeling an icy, alcoholic liquid being poured into his mouth, some spilling down his chin, soaking his clothes, with most flowing uncontrollably toward his throat.
Then, his throat twitched, and the wine went down.
Soon he felt a fiery sensation rising from his mouth, throat, spreading downward, with his stomach seeming to ignite, causing his face to grimace painfully with his features all bunched together.
"You hypocrite!" he almost groaned, squeezing the words from his throat, "Who would have thought a hypocrite like you, in the name of revenge, would make someone catch a Jade Snowbird...
Catching that thing would cost a dozen lives...
Not only are you ruthless, but in seeking revenge for your family, you’ve also disregarded others’ lives... you... you’re no good person either!"
Lu Qing remained silent, just watching him in pain, sweating coldly, groaning.
The impostor Prince Lan closed his eyes in pain, feeling the searing burning agony, waiting for death to come.
But after waiting awhile, the burning torture showed no sign of abating, nor did he feel any brink of death approaching.
Puzzled, he opened his eyes slowly, seeing everything as clearly as the searing clarity brought by the poisoned wine through his organs.
Clearly, he was still alive.
All this time, not dead, so what he drank wasn’t the poisoned wine made from the blood of a Jade Snowbird.