Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 404 Song Lu is dead, killed by you (Thanks to Yong Su for being the Alliance Leader)

The night was quiet and chilly.

The bright moonlight grew increasingly cold and desolate, with streaks of moonlight scattering and enveloping the surrounding area.

Song Lu is Song Hongtao's biological son... To be honest, even Song Yan himself found this hard to believe, because Yang Miaoqing's methods were too ruthless. He had always thought that Song Hongtao had been rendered infertile by Yang Miaoqing and had no sons.

It means they will have no descendants.

Moreover, Song Yan had been away from Ningping for a long time and didn't know much about the situation there. It was Steward Wang who found out about Song Lu's true background. Who would have thought that the clues the old man found would become the most fatal, painful, and despairing blow to Song Hongtao?

Look at Song Hongtao now. His body is lying on the ground, his limbs are twitching, his mouth is crooked, and his mouth is moving but he can't speak clearly. He can only make a series of hoarse "ah ah ah ah" sounds.

Even so, she still desperately widened her eyes, clinging to the last shred of consciousness, and tried to turn her head to look at Song Lu one more time.

My own son.

This is his real son.

He knelt on the ground and begged humbly for the illegitimate child born to Lin Xiangwan; as for his own son Song Lu, he had him pushed into the river, letting his son's legs develop sores and eventually become a cripple, feeding him swill every day, and even piercing his own son's shoulder with a dagger, grabbing his own son's hair, and slamming his own son's head to the ground again and again...

He had done it himself, and Song Hongtao knew very well how serious Song Lu's injuries were.

Song law, it won't last long.

He killed his only son with his own hands.

He was in pain.

He blamed himself.

He regretted it.

He was desperate.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

Two lines of scarlet tears rolled down her cheeks, one by one.

That sight was heartbreaking and pitiful.

But who can be blamed for this?
Song Yan, being a doctor himself, immediately recognized that Song Hongtao had most likely suffered a stroke due to an excessively strong shock that his brain couldn't handle, causing a ruptured blood vessel. Without immediate treatment, there was a 30-40% chance of death. Even in modern society, if he were immediately taken to the best local hospital, there was still a more than 70% chance of being left with sequelae such as hemiplegia, paralysis, aphasia, and cognitive impairment.

In other words, Song Hongtao's fate is almost certain: he will either die or lie in a half-dead state for the rest of his life, suffering both physical and mental torment every day, a fate worse than death.

Neither Song Yan nor Lin Xiangwan showed the slightest pity.

Song Yan's expression was indifferent.

Lin Xiangwan's delicate face was now filled with a chilling, sinister aura. Her eyes were wide open, the round eyeballs looking almost terrifying. A twisted smile was plastered on her face, and even her breathing became rapid. Her small hands tightly gripped the baby in her arms.

That's right.

That's it.

This is true revenge.

Her husband, her father-in-law, his father, and his mother can finally rest in peace.

Unable to stop, tears streamed down my face.

Then she burst into tears, as if all the pent-up grievances, hatred, and pain from that long period of time were being released in that instant.

Song Yan didn't try to comfort her; for Lin Xiangwan, crying out loud might make her feel better.

Song Lu was not dead yet.

His injuries were truly severe; he should have died long ago. Yet he was still alive. Perhaps the bloody truth revealed by Song Yan and Lin Xiangwan was too horrifying, causing Song Lu to cling to life, wanting to die knowing the truth.

At that moment, he finally heard everything.

Its body was like a maggot, coiled up like a pupa.

Lying on the ground, his wide eyes stared at Song Yan with despair and hatred. There were gurgling sounds coming from his throat. It must have been when Song Hongtao was choking him so hard that his vocal cords were damaged. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He finally understood why Song Yan had visited him in the courtyard and left him a dagger.

He finally understood that Song Yan was trying to instigate him to assassinate Song Hongtao.

A biological father and son killed each other.

This was Song Yan's purpose: to bring himself and his father an abyss of despair.

He's so ruthless.

Song Lu's body convulsed. Song Yan noticed his gaze, smiled, and walked to Song Lu's side. Looking at Song Lu's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, on the ground, Song Yan kindly said, "Do you know that all seven of your brothers are bastards born from Yang Miaoqing's adultery?"

“But you are different. Before your mother became pregnant with you, she stayed quietly in the Duke’s mansion and didn’t go anywhere.”

"In his rage, Song Hongtao only saw Yang Miaoqing's adultery diary and subconsciously assumed that all his sons were bastards, including you."

Hehehehe...

Song Lu struggled to raise his head, his throat bulging and contracting violently, but he could only produce extremely unpleasant sounds.

His gaze was like needles, like knives.

They are all in Song Dynasty style.

It was all that bastard who was manipulating everything behind the scenes. None of this would have happened if it weren't for Song Yan.

He's a devil.

"Furthermore, do you know that in your mother Yang Miaoqing's heart, only Song Zhen is her son? After all, Song Zhen is the fruit of her love with her old lover. But you are different. You are just a bastard with Song Hongtao's blood flowing through your veins."

"It's a disgrace."

"I'm sorry, but... your mother never truly loved you."

Squeak.

Squeak.

Song Lu's neck suddenly convulsed violently, and streams of bloody foam gushed from his lips.

His right hand suddenly rose, his fingers stiff, like sharp claws, slowly, bit by bit, reaching towards Song Yan's face, as if trying to tear a piece of flesh from Song Yan's face. But just as his fingertips touched Song Yan's face, Song Lu finally exhausted all his strength and slumped down helplessly.

The rapid rise and fall of his chest subsided.

The body temperature is rapidly disappearing.

Only his eyes remained fixed, filled with resentment.

Song Lü is dead.

It's unclear whether he was beaten to death or died of anger.

In short, his death was not peaceful... In a world where ghosts and gods exist, Song Lu would probably become a vengeful ghost.

The sound of footsteps came.

But Butler Wang had already returned from the study, carrying a small box in his hands.

He only glanced at the situation here casually, not paying much attention. Even when he saw Song Hongtao's convulsing body and Song Lu's gradually cooling corpse, he didn't react much. He just silently handed the small box in his hand to Song Yan.

It was truly a tiny box. It was only about four fingers wide, half a foot long, and about the thickness of a hand standing upright.

Open the box, and inside is a neatly folded sheepskin.

The leather was polished to a very thin thickness, but being sheepskin after all, it hadn't decayed much despite the years; the writing and patterns on it were still clearly visible. Picking it up and glancing at it, Song Yan quickly located the location marked on the map. His lips twitched… This place was within the territory of the Chu Kingdom. No wonder the Song family, having obtained this treasure map, hadn't planned to dig up the treasure all these years.

For Song Yan now, this thing was not of much use, but keeping it was a keepsake, so he carefully placed it on his chest.

He glanced down at Song Hongtao, who was groaning on the ground.

Song Hongtao looks miserable right now.

His eyes were bloodshot, and both eyeballs were bright red, which looked quite frightening.

The face was already out of control, spasming.

His mouth was crooked, and saliva mixed with blood kept gushing out.

His eyesight was failing; he could only make out a blurry figure. Instinct told Song Hongtao that the person approaching him was Song Yan. He tried with all his might to raise his arm, wanting to scratch Song Yan's face, but after struggling for a while, his arm wouldn't obey him. Just then, a ghostly voice quietly echoed in Song Hongtao's ear:

"Song Lu is dead."

"You beat him to death."

"Don't worry, I will let Song Qi inherit the title of Duke of Song, so that the title will not be abolished."

More and more blood and foam gushed from his lips. Upon hearing the news, Song Hongtao's body trembled violently, and then he convulsed as if he had been electrocuted.

The limbs and the flesh on the face seemed to have lost control at this moment, twisting in an indescribable way.

slowly.

Then I don't move much anymore.

He stood up and glanced at Lin Xiangwan beside him: "Where is your husband?"

“He’s dead.” Lin Xiangwan pursed her lips. “After I got pregnant, my husband felt that his existence was a burden to me, so he took some medicine. When I found out, his body was already hard.”

"I see." Song Yan stretched his arms and loosened his muscles.

"You said before that your father is a businessman? How good is he at business?"

Under the moonlight, the two spoke in a cold and eerie tone.

……

Song Hongtao had a very good life.

He was stabbed in the kidney.

Brain hemorrhage.

He miraculously survived.

However, his body had completely lost the ability to move, whether it was his limbs or his eyes. The only thing that was still moving was his chest, which was rising and falling instinctively, proving that he was still alive.

In modern society, this condition would be called a vegetative state.

This era is called the Living Dead.

Of course, for Song Yan, whether Song Hongtao was dead or completely paralyzed made little difference. That night, Song Yan had many things to do and didn't have much time to care whether Song Hongtao was dead or not.

He was stationed at the Duke's mansion.

Ziyu temporarily left to deliver the news to the Luo family.

About an hour later, over a thousand elite Japanese soldiers had completely surrounded the Duke's mansion.

Song Hongtao was killed by Song Lu.

However, the guards and maids still saw some things they shouldn't have seen. Song Yan didn't want these people to gossip; he didn't care much about reputation, but he had to admit it was important.

Seeing the Japanese pirates in their gleaming armor, even the martial artists from the Duke's mansion who had reached the highest rank wisely laid down their weapons and surrendered. Putting aside everything else, the hundreds of powerful military crossbows alone would have been enough to riddle them with bullets.

In a one-on-one fight, these martial artists are not afraid of soldiers at all. But once the number of soldiers exceeds a hundred or a thousand, the same number of martial artists are mostly no match for them.

These people were then sent by Song Yan to the workshop to do odd jobs such as washing clothes and cooking, which was somewhat making the best use of them. As for the martial artists, they would see if Luo Tianshu and the others could subdue them; if they could, they would be a valuable asset.

The once bustling Duke's mansion suddenly became deserted. Fortunately, Luo Tianchu arranged some servants, guards, and maids from the Luo family, so the mansion could barely function. Steward Wang was also busy making arrangements to buy more servants and maids who had been sold off from the brokerage. Although Song Hongtao was now a living dead, the Duke's mansion could not lose its dignity.

Song Yan went to the mass grave again.

It's clear that the Luo family regularly tends to their mother's grave; there isn't even a single weed in sight.

Luo Tianchu had mentioned relocating the graves, but Song Yan thought about it and declined. He believed that it was best to let the deceased rest in peace, and it wouldn't be appropriate to disturb them further. However, the area around the mass grave was tidied up, and a proper tomb was built around it.

Even the haphazard remains found in the mass graves were collected and properly buried, resulting in numerous mounds of earth on the gravesites, each with a blank tombstone. There was no way to know the names of these remains in life, and even if one wanted to carve a tombstone, one wouldn't know where to begin.

However, while burning paper money and ingots, a few were also burned in front of each tombstone.

Song Yan wasn't quite sure if there was such a thing as the underworld, but if there was, he hoped that these wandering souls would take good care of his mother, for the sake of these paper money and ingots.

Mei Wu's health had improved somewhat, so he sat alone in front of Mei Xue's grave and wept bitterly.

An old general who had spent his life on the battlefield was crying like a child at this moment.

His words were filled with guilt and self-blame.

Although Song Yan felt that Mei Wu owed his mother and himself nothing.

The perpetrators were Granny Gao, Mei Wen, and Gao Cuicui; Mei Wu had little to do with it. He couldn't stay with his wife and children to care for them due to state affairs, so he couldn't be truly condemned. If Mei Wu had to be blamed, it would be for bringing Granny Gao into the Duke's mansion. But how can one criticize a son who is filial to his mother?
Song Yan knew that Mei Wu was stuck in this dead end and couldn't get out of it. Song Yan didn't know how to comfort him, so he just let him cry. He thought that crying would make him feel better.

On the afternoon of the second day, Song Yan, Zi Yu, Luo Tianyi, Luo Tianxuan, and Hua Lianyue went to the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Gate together.

Song Yan intended to recruit these people.

These martial artists are all quite skilled. Although they may not be as effective as professional soldiers on the battlefield, they can still perform well in carrying out special missions.

For example, scouts.

For example, assassination.

If he were to go back to the military camp and undergo some training and brainwashing... I mean, guidance, he might become one of the best soldiers.

Of course, Song Yan also knew that recruiting these people would not be easy.

Martial artists are all proud.

Song Yan was prepared. If they couldn't reach an agreement this time, he would send two thousand Japanese soldiers to talk to them properly next time.

However, what puzzled Song Yan was that as soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he was greeted by over three hundred disciples of the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect, who were giving him a grand welcome with gongs and drums. The sect leader, a ninth-rank martial artist, was bowing and scraping, his face full of fawning smiles, his posture almost servile to the bone. Song Yan's attempt to recruit them was immediately interrupted by Ji Gang, the sect leader of the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect, who was also Ji Peng's elder brother. Without the slightest hesitation or any additional conditions, Ji Gang agreed without hesitation.

They didn't even ask about military pay or benefits.

Song Yan didn't even have a chance to say the words she had prepared.

Moreover, Song Yan didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Ji Peng, Zhang Ji, Huo Donglin and the others all had bruises on their faces, as if they had been beaten up badly by someone.

That's really strange.

……

Pingyang.

Governor's Mansion.

The Central Plains are gradually thawing and warming up.

In Liaodong, the weather remains freezing cold and the snow is still thick. Despite the bright sunshine, the snow shows no signs of melting.

It will take at least another month for the snow to melt.

This year, spring plowing in Liaodong will be a little later than in previous years, but there's nothing that can be done about it. Moreover, even though it's not yet time for spring plowing, many things still need to be prepared in advance.

seed.

farm tools.

plow.

Oxen.

With everything weighing on her shoulders, even the shrewd and capable Luo Yuheng was quite exhausted. She stretched out her slender arms with effort, letting out a soft "ah-woo," perfectly showcasing her figure.

Lazy, mature, and graceful.

Perfection.

call.

Exhaled.

Luo Yuheng couldn't help but look outside.

I wonder when Yan'er will come back?
I do miss it a little.

(End of this chapter)