Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 144 Luo Yuheng's Sorrow (1)

Looking at her son-in-law's figure, especially seeing the lighthearted smile on his face, Gu Banxia felt very sad. She had always thought of herself as a very strong woman, but at this moment, tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably.

The son-in-law is just a sixteen-year-old boy.

This is not something the son-in-law needs to bear.

Song Yan smiled again and reached out her thumb to wipe Gu Banxia's eye: "Why are you crying?"

"I think this is fine."

"Let's go, I'm a little hungry, we need to go back and get something to eat. Don't let your mother see you like this, if she sees your red eyes she might think I've bullied you."

“I promised my mother that I would treat you well.”

People continued to avoid him, and Song Yan felt as if he had become a portable air conditioner, bringing a touch of coolness wherever he went.

I have to say, it's pretty cool.

Before they knew it, they had returned to the Luo residence.

As usual, Luo Yuheng sat quietly by the door, her chin resting on her hands, her large eyes slightly vacant, lost in thought. Normally, Luo Yuheng would only wait like this after dark, before her family had returned home; today, however, she had come earlier.

The scorching sunlight beat down on her, making her face appear even paler. When she saw Song Yan, Luo Yuheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stood up. Her thin lips were pursed, and her large, dark eyes silently watched Song Yan. For some reason, that look made Song Yan feel inexplicably flustered. The familiar face no longer held the doting affection of the past, but instead carried a hint of sadness.

Without thinking, Song Yan turned her gaze to the side: "Mother."

Looking at her son-in-law so close to her, she stretched out her right hand, but ultimately it came down. A warm breeze blew by, causing her light purple dress to sway. Even the strands of hair behind her long neck were slightly disheveled.

She stood on the steps, and Song Yan stood below.

After a brief hesitation, Luo Yuheng finally raised his hands and gently embraced Song Yan, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Luo Yuheng was probably the most unconventional woman in the entire Ning Kingdom. Such behavior might seem improper to others, but Luo Yuheng never cared about their opinions. Moreover, in Luo Yuheng's heart, Song Yan was just a slightly older child.

Slender fingers gently patted Song Yan's back, as if to comfort him.

Feeling a little ashamed being held like this by a woman, Song Yan instinctively struggled, but Luo Yuheng increased her strength.

"Yan'er, why did you have to go to such lengths?" Luo Yuheng's voice rang in Song Yan's ears.

Song Yan was taken aback: "This is the simplest and fastest way to stabilize the situation."

"The death of some people will not turn the disaster victims into a mob."

"The survivors will receive relief smoothly, and incidents such as storming the county town or the princess's residence will not occur. There will be no conflict between the princess's residence and the disaster victims, and there will be no large-scale bloodshed or casualties..."

On the surface, everything was calm and peaceful. Even if there were some minor conflicts in the disaster relief camp, they were not serious. But how many people could see the turbulent undercurrents beneath the calm surface?

Some people are stirring up trouble.

Right now, they are just stirring up the emotions of the disaster victims. When they feel the time is right, they will use the most insane methods and the most inflammatory language to incite violence in the hearts of the disaster victims, and then, a dense crowd of disaster victims will flood into Ningping.

The city gates cannot stop it.

The disaster victims will clash with the residents of Ningping County, and will also clash with the county government and the princess's residence.

Burning, killing, looting, plundering, raping... Ningping at that time would become a living hell.

There will be bloodshed, and many people will die.

Then, Song Yan made his move.

He chopped off head after head, eliminating all unstable elements in the disaster camp, and also took the opportunity to purge the spies planted by the Yang family. He left Luo Yuheng with a reputation for benevolence; everyone knew that Luo Yuheng was compassionate and cared for the common people, and everyone knew that Her Highness the Princess had sold her property to provide relief to the disaster victims, collapsing from exhaustion several times.

Like the Virgin Mary, she brought hope to the disaster victims.

Like a totem, she was worshipped by the disaster victims as a kind of faith. They believed that as long as the princess was there, they could survive.

Even after the disaster is over, these people will become the princess's most loyal and devout supporters.

This kind of belief is crazy.

To reiterate, if Luo Yuheng had such intentions, he could instantly assemble the largest and most fanatical religious sect in the entire Ning Kingdom, and these disaster victims would be the fanatical believers.

All the fear, hatred, killing, and crimes, Song Yan kept to himself.

He became a butcher. Throughout history, there have been many who committed heinous crimes, but none have ever turned their butcher's knife on their own country's victims.

The Virgin Mary brings hope, the butcher brings deterrence.

This is the best state.

However, from then on, the butcher's infamy would accompany Song Yan for the rest of his life. Everyone would fear him, loathe him, hate him, stay away from him, attack him, slander him, and even try to kill him.

In other people's eyes, he would become a madman who only knows how to chop off heads.

A devil.

"It shouldn't be like this," Luo Yuheng murmured, her face filled with even deeper sorrow. "There must be other ways, there must be."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Mother, you know that's not true."

"But this is not something you should have to bear, Yan'er."

Song Yan's smile deepened: "Because, Mother is very good to me."

Luo Yuheng's body trembled slightly. She understood what Song Yan meant. Because she had been so good to him, he was willing to bear all of this for her. He was just a very pure young man. Whoever was good to him, he might not say anything, but he would repay them a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

Something was missing from his heart and his life.

He never said it, but he longed for it.

Therefore, he valued those things more than anything else, more than his own life.

After realizing this, Luo Yuheng suddenly felt as if her heart had clenched. She instinctively hugged Song Yan's head tightly, her fingers gripping him tightly, as if trying to grasp something:
"But Mother will be heartbroken!"

His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know how to respond to Luo Yuheng's voice.

His body was stiff.

Seemingly feeling that maintaining this appearance was not quite right, after hesitating for a moment, Song Yan scratched her hair and said, "Mother, I'm hungry."

Luo Yuheng took a deep breath, and a gentle smile returned to his face. He gently stroked Song Yan's face with his fingers, and finally grabbed Song Yan's hand tightly: "Then let's go home."

"Have a meal."

"Oh, right, Mother, I have to go to the disaster camp this afternoon."

"Stop killing people."

"Ah."

……

In the afternoon, when Song Yan reappeared at the East Gate and gathered all the disaster victims together once again, the people were devastated.

Those who are more timid are almost crying from fright.

The parents held their child tightly, afraid of making any noise that might violate the killing taboo of the living devil.

Some people have started to consider whether to confess to peeping at the widow next door taking a bath when they were young; others are repenting for urinating in their father's bowl when they were young, which was extremely unfilial.

Although it was a newly built platform, no one could forget that just this morning, in the same place, there was crimson blood everywhere, and corpses lying haphazardly.

Even now, thick black smoke is still billowing in the air in the distance.

Zhang Long brought over a chair, and Song Yan sat down.

then……

Snapped!
Song Yan tossed a small notebook onto the table.

The familiar little book made everyone's heart skip a beat: Why did they bring out the Book of Life and Death again?

Who's going to be unlucky this time?
Just then, Song Yan suddenly cleared his throat, and a soft voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Ahem, everyone, don't be afraid, I'm here today..."

"Uh, what I meant was that I didn't come here to kill anyone this afternoon."

(End of this chapter)