Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 344 Full of Buttock Injuries (1)

Oritu's face was cold and gloomy.

As a barbarian from the Jurchen tribe, he originally had a full beard. However, after entering Ningguo, he shaved off his beard in order to better integrate into the local environment, leaving only a tuft on his chin. Although it looked a bit strange, it wasn't too noticeable.

The original Wuli Tu was a rough and brute at first glance.

He has a rough and savage temperament.

Now, with these slight modifications, he exudes a handsome and strong presence, his masculine charm significantly enhanced. He wears a neat gray robe. Even those familiar with the Oritu people would likely not recognize him.

After all, he had been in Dongling for some time and had gradually adapted to life here. Although everything cost money, it wasn't difficult for him to get a few taels of silver with his abilities.

Wulitu fondly recalled the days of galloping across the Haixi Grasslands, but he had to admit that life in the Central Plains was far better than on the Haixi Grasslands. Here, even in winter, it wasn't too cold; at least wearing more clothes wouldn't kill anyone. Here, people had clothes to wear instead of being wrapped in rough animal hides. Here, people had food to eat instead of tearing apart half-cooked meat or even eating raw meat and drinking blood. Here, people could bathe, so they wouldn't be covered in a foul, fishy stench...

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that he should try to get a household registration in the Central Plains and live a good life here from then on. But when he thought of the raging fire that burned all night in the Wugulun tribe, the shrill screams in the flames, and the charred corpses scattered everywhere after the fire... such thoughts faded away.

He is the last bloodline of the Ughulun tribe.

There were originally seven of them.

During their first assassination attempt on Song Zhe, a city-wide manhunt ensued, and their two comrades were arrested. They were tortured to death in prison, and when their bodies were dumped in a mass grave, they were unrecognizable. Yet, throughout it all, the two brothers gritted their teeth and refused to betray them.

During the subsequent investigation, four more people were arrested.

Even Prince Oli Xuan was captured and killed.

Everyone risked their lives to protect him, because he was the best archer and the most likely to avenge the 20,000 lives of the Wugulun tribe. Wulitu's heart hardened again.

He knew this was very likely his last chance. His attention was so focused that he didn't even notice his palms were sweaty and slippery. His gaze was fixed on the distant figure; those damned constables, their movements constantly interfering with his vision, forced him to shift his aim from the head to the back of the chest.

Even if Song Zhe's heart is pierced, he will still die.

They waited quietly, while Song Zhe struggled desperately under the control of the constables, like a madman.

Finally, Oritu seized an opportunity and loosened his grip.

hum.

As the bowstring trembled violently, the arrow tore through the air, tracing a graceful arc in mid-air before hurtling straight towards Song Zhe's back.

A triumphant smile curled at the corners of Oritu's mouth; he could finally take his revenge.

Last time, it was because Song Zhe suddenly got up that the eyebrow that was originally aimed at turned into a blister.

This time, such a coincidence will not happen again.

Almost simultaneously, a few dozen paces away, seeing Song Zhe struggling desperately, shouting and yelling, refusing to cooperate with the Prefect of Dongling, the head constable grew impatient. "You, a piece of trash stripped of your official rank and permanently barred from employment by imperial decree, do you really think you're the son of the Minister of Works?" he thought. "What's more, this time it involves the plot to murder the Marquis of Champion and the Marquis of Songyang; perhaps even the Minister of Works, Song Jincheng, will be implicated."

Under such circumstances, the head constable naturally wouldn't give Song Zhe much face. He forcefully pulled on the chain around Song Zhe's neck, and Song Zhe stumbled forward a few steps. He almost fell to the ground, but his bound hands held him up, preventing him from banging his head on the ground.

However, this posture also caused Song Zhe's buttocks to stick out high.

then……

A sharp, cold light suddenly flashed through the air, striking Song Zhe precisely in the middle of his buttocks.

puff!

They crawled inside.

Aww~~~~~
Song Zhe suddenly raised his head, and a shrill scream burst from his mouth.

His face, which had been fairly handsome, became extremely distorted in that instant.

It felt as if every breath was accompanied by intense pain.

Song Zhe couldn't describe what that feeling was like; it was unforgettable, excruciating, like being torn to pieces—it seemed like nothing could compare.

It hurts.

He even felt like he was going to faint.

But the piercing pain stimulated his sensitive nerves, making him more awake than ever before. He opened his mouth wide, and large beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground. In just a few breaths, he even felt that his throat had become hoarse from the excessive exertion.

The arrow was caught in the middle, its fletching still trembling slightly. Before long, blood began to gush out, soaking a large patch of his trousers.

hiss.

The many constables were immediately startled and instinctively shrank back.

Good heavens, what kind of deep-seated grudge could this be?
Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, isn't this a bit too cruel?

Thinking back to how arrogant this young master was when he first came to Dongling, his talent was renowned far and wide, he was dashing and handsome, surrounded by beautiful women; and now, only half a month ago, he first lost his manhood, and now even his buttocks have been penetrated. The difference between the past and the present is really too great.

"Boss? What do we do?" A constable grinned, looking around in fear, one hand protecting his front and the other his back, afraid that the guy who was shooting at him might get a chance to hit him too.

How can there be such shameless people in this world who specifically target people's vulgarity?

He didn't want to become a spineless coward like Song Zhe, and he certainly didn't want to be injured all over.

"What do you mean, what to do?" The head constable rolled his eyes. "Can't you see? This is clearly someone trying to kill him to silence him. The most important thing for us brothers right now is to protect this prisoner and get him back to the government office. Everything else is none of our business."

"Just kidding, this assassin's methods are really too insidious. I don't want to confront him." With that, he walked over to Song Zhe, who was still screaming like a pig being slaughtered. Having that thing stuck in his butt was really unsightly and inconvenient.

Grab the arrow and pull hard.

"Ow..."

Song Zhe's scream suddenly rose several times higher, his entire body seemed to spasm, as if his intestines were about to be ripped out of his abdomen. The sound was so shrill that it was comparable to that of a vengeful ghost.

The surrounding constables all felt their ears were sore, as if their eardrums were about to burst. Some even reached out and covered their ears, but it didn't help much.

Only the head constable stared blankly at the arrow shaft in his hand... He pulled it out, but not completely.

The arrow is still inside.

This……

His lips twitched, but the head constable pretended not to see it, casually tossing the arrow shaft aside. He had offended the Jingguan Madman, and was definitely not going to survive. Why bother with anything else? With a wave of his hand, completely ignoring Song Zhe's pitiful howls, several constables rushed forward, grabbed Song Zhe's hands, and dragged him straight to the government office.

The journey was nothing short of chaotic and disorganized.

Meanwhile, under the shade of a tree opposite the Ministry of Works' residence, two men who were resting there exchanged a glance and then followed from behind, silently blending into the crowd of onlookers, appearing completely inconspicuous.

The Minister of Works' residence was also in complete chaos.

Although the maids looked down on Song Zhe for being a freeloader, he was still the Minister's nephew. After several hours of court sessions from dawn to noon, Song Jincheng was exhausted and was resting when he was awakened by a group of maids talking all at once. Hearing that Song Zhe had been taken away, he grabbed his clothes, put them on, and rushed out of the Minister's mansion.

Also staying at the Ministry of Works' residence were Yang Miaoqing's eldest son, Song Huai, and second son, Song Yi.

Both men were already in their thirties and had long since passed the imperial examinations. Because of their uncle Song Jincheng, they were not sent to other places but remained in Dongling as officials. Although their ranks were not high, the connections and relationships they made in the capital and the speed of their promotions were far superior to those of officials sent to other places.

Both of them have very bright futures ahead of them.

As a result of Yang Miaoqing's mischief and humiliation of Princess Luo Yuheng, both Song Huai and Song Yi were implicated and immediately dismissed from their posts, sent home to reflect on their actions. When the news reached them, Song Huai and Song Yi were stunned. They knew their mother wasn't particularly intelligent, but they never imagined she could be so foolish. Even if Emperor Ninghe and the Princess had a bad relationship, they were still siblings. How could an outsider like them interfere in royal affairs?
For a moment, I felt quite resentful.

Having finally found an opportunity and arranged to speak on their behalf to Emperor Ninghe, Yang Miaoqing died. Song Huai and Song Yi had known since childhood that their mother favored Song Zhen and was indifferent to the other children in the family; the bond between mother and sons was very weak. However, filial piety was highly valued in the Central Plains at that time, and as sons, they were required to observe three years of mourning upon the death of their mother.

Those observing mourning rites naturally cannot hold official positions.

In the past, he had spent a lot of money trying to build connections and ask for favors, but all of it was in vain, which made him even more resentful of Yang Miaoqing.

I briefly attended the funeral upon returning, and then immediately went back to the Eastern Tombs.

Mourning doesn't necessarily mean staying by the ancestral graves. Carrying the memorial tablet is the same anywhere. Living in Dongling City, even if you can't get an official position immediately, it's always good to build connections and get to know more people. At this time, the two brothers were staying at the Ministry of Works' residence. When they heard that their sixth brother, Song Zhe, had an accident, they couldn't pretend they hadn't seen it and hurriedly followed him.

Even Song Jincheng's two sons, Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou, received the news. Unlike Song Huai and Song Yi's worries, these two brothers' eyes were full of schadenfreude. Ever since their cousins ​​from their hometown appeared, Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou could clearly feel their father's favoritism. Those who didn't know better might even suspect that they were the nephews, while Song Huai, Song Yi, and Song Zhe were their father's biological sons.

The two brothers were naturally displeased, but their upbringing had instilled in them good manners, so they never showed their dissatisfaction and always treated each other with courtesy. Now, seeing Song Zhe in trouble, the two brothers were overjoyed. They exchanged a glance, thinking that if there was a show to watch, there was no harm in watching it, and hurriedly followed behind.

In total, apart from Song Jing, who was in the Imperial Guard, almost all members of the Song family in the entire Eastern Mausoleum Imperial City were mobilized.

Song Yan was naturally unaware of these matters. He was simply waiting patiently for Song Zhe to appear at the government office. This time, he was prepared to kill Song Zhe outright.

Fangshan had two chairs brought over. Zhao Gaizhi didn't want to keep kneeling on the ground, partly because it was embarrassing, and partly because his knees couldn't take it. Even after sitting down, his eyes were still fixed fiercely on Song Yan, as if he would not stop until he had torn Song Yan to pieces.

Zhao Gaizhi understood the principle that acting should be done in its entirety.

Among the onlookers outside, there are countless Yang family spies; he cannot afford to leave any loopholes at this crucial moment.

After an unknown amount of time, a commotion finally broke out outside.

The crowd was separated.

Then, a group of constables appeared with Song Zhe.

Song Yan finally stood up from the chair and looked in Song Zhe's direction: "Sixth Brother... huh?"

The moment he saw Song Zhe, the words that were already on the tip of his tongue caught in his throat. He never imagined that meeting Song Zhe again would be like this. At this moment, Song Zhe was no longer the sinister and fierce man he had been outside Dongling City yesterday. He looked like he had lost his bones, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh. If it weren't for several constables supporting his arms, his entire body would probably have collapsed to the ground. He seemed to have undergone a cruel ordeal; his face was deathly pale, and his entire body was soaked in cold sweat.

His buttocks were covered in bright red blood.

As it was dragged along, fresh blood gushed out.

Even though Song Yan was a good-natured person, he was still startled when he saw this scene.

Hey guys, what's going on?
Could it be that the Mexican man fed her cream puffs?

Cracked?
Who on earth is this brave soul with such outrageous tastes?

If Song Yan were to encounter this, he would definitely thank the other party profusely.

Just then, Song Zhe, who had been swaying all the way, finally raised his head. He had stopped screaming, not because the pain had subsided, but because he had lost all strength. But the moment he saw Song Yan, his body convulsed violently, his eyes widened, his gaze blazing, and his bloodshot eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

The intense pain had long since robbed Song Zhe of his ability to think rationally. He didn't even notice where he was; his eyes were fixed solely on Song Yan.

He knew that everything he had suffered was the work of Song Yan.

It's all him, it's all him, it's all him.

Why can't a lowly bastard just die obediently?

Why should we live in this world?
He didn't even notice that his mouth had opened at some point, and his throat, torn open from screaming for so long, emitted a hoarse voice: "Song Yan, it's you..."

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you."

"Kill you."

"Kill you!"

The hoarse and shrill howl, filled with venomous resentment, sent chills down everyone's spine.

(End of this chapter)