Chapter 305

Zhao Changdu stared at Jiang Yin's corpse, his deep eyes resembling an iceberg.

Huai Ying didn't even dare to suspect Gu Ying, carefully raising his eyes, "Master, could it be...the Madam..."

In the gloomy dungeon, the thick smell of blood assaulted the senses, and the atmosphere instantly stagnated.

Zhao Changdu didn't speak, pinching Jiang Yin's cold chin, once again checking his breath, "He died too easily."

"Master, there seems to be something the Madam is hiding about this Jiang Yin. If the Madam wants to continue hiding it from you, she would certainly want to kill to keep him silent." Under the man's powerful aura, Huai Ying hardened his scalp and said, "Also...previously our brothers in Bianjing sent news that the Madam had already made a move against Jiang Yin on Lantern Festival...it was just that Jiang Yin had great fortune and luck and was saved by Prince Shu."

Zhao Changdu disgustingly flipped open Jiang Yin's lapel, glancing at the deep and shallow scars on his body, lightly saying, "No, the antidote hasn't been asked yet, A-Ying wouldn't do something so stupid."

Huai Ying lowered his eyes, not daring to say anything more, only his heart still had doubts.

Zhao Changdu coldly laughed and ordered him to take Jiang Yin's body down, "Since he's already dead, hang his corpse at the city gates for public display."

Huai Ying's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes, I will send two more people to secretly keep watch."

Han Lin hadn't been caught yet. With Jiang Yin dead, it was a good opportunity to lure the snake from its hole.

Zhao Changdu faintly "hmm"-ed and afterwards, returned to the study.

Gu Ying was sleeping in a daze, only feeling someone stroking her cheek.

She slept very unsteadily, groping towards the familiar aquatic fragrance of the man's embrace.

Zhao Changdu helplessly sighed, wrapping her delicate body into his arms. His brow slightly knitted, "Why does A-Ying hate him so much?"

His tone was as faint as a wisp of smoke, as if asking her yet also like talking to himself.

Gu Ying was too tired, closing her eyes, even upon hearing that voice she thought it was just an ethereal, illusory dream.

...

When Gu Ying learned that Jiang Yin had died, her whole body shook. There was a buzzing sound in her brain that blanked out her senses for a good while before she regained her composure. She couldn't say what feeling it was, whether to feel happy, relieved, or how, she only felt her whole body relax.

She specially went to the city gates and saw Jiang Yin's corpse hung from chains over the gates of Yueyang City.

The rain was too heavy, rainwater poured over his body as blood and rainwater dropped down together.

She stood below looking up at him, pulling up at the corners of her lips, slowly smiling.

With vengeance achieved, it was nothing more than this. Looking at the enemy's corpse, she instead felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

It was a pity she didn't get to let him experience the suffering she endured, feel the humiliation she underwent in those ten years, and even more, let him witness with his own eyes the birth of her and the Prince's beloved child.

He had died too easily.

Gu Ying gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes bloodshot.

Her body shook unsteadily as she stood in the rain, yet she stubbornly stared at that corpse, fists tightly clenched until the blue veins on her fair hand backs bulged out.

"Jiang Yin! You deserve death!"

"Death!"

"Hahahaha!"

After laughing, her vision went dark and she completely lost consciousness.

When she awoke again, the night was dark, another peaceful night without boundaries.

Her clothes had already been changed into clean ones. She lay on the low couch in Qingjiang Manor's study, staring blankly up at the beams for a while after opening her eyes.

Jiang Yin was dead. The person she hated most, loathed most, found most disgusting, was finally dead.

She smiled. Her eyes grew hot and she couldn't help but cough, "Cough cough cough!"

Likely because she was too elated and had been out in the rain, she felt her throat go dry. Unable to restrain herself, she coughed.

Hearing the sound from outside, people rushed anxiously in.

"Madam, are you alright?"

"A-Ying, how could you go see a corpse by yourself in the rain?"

Gu Ying raised her eyes bewilderedly as Yin Lan helped prop her up against the pillow. "A-Sheng, Yin Lan, why are you two here?"

"The Prince went to the sick house, he said there was news from Physician Zhuge." Yin Lan smiled and said, "Madam, please rest well. This servant will go bring hot water." Ning Si sat at her bedside and helped dress her outerwear, smiling, "We already know the truth about the plague, so of course we can come see you. Don't worry, we took a carriage here and didn't come in contact with any outsiders along the way."

"But A-Ying, what exactly happened to you? I heard after you fainted, the Prince was scared witless. His complexion was so awful I nearly died from fright. Fortunately the child in your belly is fine and you merely caught a bit of chill. After sleeping it off you'll be alright."

Ning Si tilted her head to examine her. Ever since following the Prince, Gu Ying's complexion had become increasingly radiant and delicate.

Her formerly flat lower abdomen had also grown increasingly prominent.

The more she looked, the more she liked it. She was eager to see the little one's arrival.

Seeing her still dazed, Ning Si couldn't help worryingly stroking the back of her hand. "A-Ying, you really are fine right? You scared me."

"I'm fine, I was just too happy." Gu Ying smiled slightly, grasping Ning Si's hand. She curved her flushed eyes that brimmed with tears, suddenly pulling Ning Si into her embrace as she laughed yet also cried.

"A-Ying, why are you crying?"

"Tears of joy."

"You're this happy that Jiang Yin died?"

"Yes, I wish I could hang lanterns and let off firecrackers."

"Uh—" Ning Si was somewhat baffled. As far as she recalled, the Gu Family didn't seem to have any deep hatred or enmity with Jiang Yin?

Could it be because of the matter with Elder Young Lady Gu marrying Jiang Yin but he abandoned her for her elder sister instead, so A-Ying held a grudge against Jiang Yin in her heart?

Before she could respond, steady yet rushed footsteps suddenly sounded from the doorway.

Very quickly, a tall figure with an aloof and ruthless aura, clad in dark clothes, walked to the entrance.

"Awake?"

The man spoke. His tone was somewhat displeased.

Ning Si only felt the man's gaze was exceptionally icy, like cold swords sweeping towards her giving her goosebumps.

But A-Ying had fainted in the rain, it wasn't by her own wishes. For the Prince to be so cold, he must be blaming A-Ying for not knowing better and affecting the little prince in her belly, so she hurriedly explained somewhat awkwardly with an embarrassed smile, "P-Prince, A-Ying definitely didn't do it on purpose. You mustn't blame her."

Seeing her closely embracing his young aunt, their hands tightly clasped together, a trace of irritation surfaced on Zhao Changdu's brow. "Get up."

Ning Si bit her lip. "......"

Zhao Changdu expressionlessly asked, "My wife. How long more do you plan on holding her?"

Meeting the man's aloof gaze that scorned people from a thousand miles away, Ning Si's heart shook. Only then did she suddenly realize, face flushing red.

Zhao the Prince's reputation in Bianjing was always known to be cruel and domineering. If not for Gu Ying, she wouldn't have much interaction with him. To now be so close facing his shockingly handsome yet cold face, frightened by his powerful and fearsome aura, she hurriedly pulled an awkward smile, couldn't help stuttering somewhat, "Oh...I see...cough cough...A-Ying, rest well. I'm leaving first."