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Tuoba Rui's face was twisted and hideous with scars, but his eyes were unusually calm.

Song Qingning looked at him without saying a word.

Just as Tuoba Rui gripped the dagger in his hand again, about to commit suicide, a pebble hit his hand, knocking the dagger out of his hand.

With a clang, the sound of the dagger hitting the ground carried a chilling hue in the silent night.

Tuoba Rui looked at Song Qingning in surprise.

"This dagger is very sharp. Using it to end your own life would be a waste of its potential. I'm giving it to you for another purpose," Song Qingning said slowly.

Tuoba Rui was still puzzled.

Song Qingning glanced at him indifferently and ordered, "Pick up the dagger and go to the woodshed."

Tuoba Rui turned around, glanced in the direction of the woodshed, and then, as instructed by Song Qingning, picked up the dagger, got up, and slowly walked towards the woodshed.

Inside the woodshed, the black cloth bag had been untied.

A lamp was lit on the table, and the candlelight illuminated the head protruding from the cloth bag. That face made Tuoba Rui tremble.

Tuoba Yu.

The new emperor of Beirong is one of the enemies whose hands are stained with the blood of his mother!

Empress Song, she...

Tuoba Rui understood something, and gratitude welled up in his heart, mixed with his ever-increasing hatred. Tuoba Rui laughed, a laugh that was almost maniacal.

The laughter echoed in the woodshed, and the face, with the scar on its cheek, caught the eye of the Northern Rong Emperor, sending shivers down his spine.

The person in front of him was someone he had never seen before, yet the hatred in his eyes was so intense, as if he were the one who killed his mother.

The dagger he held in his hand made him uneasy.

Who is he?

Tuoba Yu wanted to ask him a question, but his mouth was stuffed with a wad of cloth, so he could only make muffled sounds.

The laughter suddenly stopped in the woodshed.

The laughter stopped, but in the eyes of the Emperor of Beirong, the man's face became even more ferocious.

He watched as the man walked towards him step by step, the candlelight illuminating the dagger in his hand and reflecting his hateful and bloodthirsty eyes, like a demon from hell.

Suddenly, the man quickened his pace and rapidly approached him.

Unable to suppress his desire for revenge any longer, Tuoba Rui swung his hand, and the dagger sliced ​​across the face of the Northern Rong Emperor. A scream echoed through the woodshed.

Blood stained the face of the Northern Rong Emperor.

The words that the seventh brother had said on Mid-Autumn Festival echoed in Tuoba Rui's mind.

He said that his mother was slowly tortured to death by them, and in the end, there wasn't a single piece of good flesh left on her body.

He said that the princes and empresses of the Bei Rong family all had the blood of their mothers on their hands.

"Heh..." Hearing Tuoba Yu's screams and seeing the terror in his eyes, Tuoba Rui instantly abandoned the idea of ​​ending him with a single strike.

What the Empress Dowager suffered, the Emperor of Beirong will also suffer.

Inside the woodshed, screams grew louder and louder, then gradually weakened.

After a long time, it still didn't stop.

The woodshed was filled with the stench of blood.

When Emperor Beirong was on his deathbed, Tuoba Rui tore the cloth gag out of his mouth.

"Song Qingning, I, I am the Emperor of Beirong. If you kill me, my mother, and the entire Beirong will fight you and your Great Jing to the death."

Emperor Beirong cried out weakly.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he knew that he had been captured by Song Qingning, and this person must have been sent by Song Qingning to kill him.

Not only did they kill him, they tortured him like this!

But no sooner had he finished speaking than he heard the ugly-faced man in front of him say:

"It wasn't Empress Song who killed you, it was me, Second Brother!"

Tuoba Rui spoke calmly, but the word "Second Brother" exploded in the mind of the Northern Rong Emperor like a thunderclap.

He thought he had misheard and hurriedly asked, "What did you call me?"

"Second brother? I forgot, you don't allow me to call you second brother. Since I was little, you've teamed up with those princes to bully me. None of you want me, a prince with the blood of the Great Jing, to be your brother."

"In fact, I don't want to be brothers with you either."

Tuoba Rui sneered, looking at the disbelief on the face of the Northern Rong Emperor, his smile mocking.

"Are you Tuoba Rui?" The Emperor of Beirong stared at him, trying his best to find a trace of Tuoba Rui in his face.

Their eyebrows, eyes, and facial features don't resemble each other.

but……

"I am Tuoba Rui! Tuoba Yu, remember this: the one who killed you wasn't Empress Song, it was me, Tuoba Rui! Even if you become a ghost and seek revenge, just come after me! No…"

"You, including your mother and the Bei Rong family, you killed my mother, what right do you have to seek revenge on me!"

"There's no chance anymore!"

Tuoba Rui's eyes narrowed, a ruthless glint forming in them.

Then, with a swift movement, he plunged the knife into the chest of the Emperor of Beirong, who still refused to believe it.

In the courtyard outside the woodshed, the night wind carried a pungent smell of blood.

When Tuoba Rui came out again, he was holding a dagger and covered in blood.

He subconsciously looked for Song Qingning, but after looking around, he couldn't find her.

From the courtyard wall, Wan Zi looked down at her. "Looking for the Empress? She's already gone."

gone!

but……

"This servant has not yet thanked her." A hint of sadness appeared in Tuoba Rui's eyes.

Wan Zi raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you? You should thank her, but neither the Empress nor the Emperor needs your thanks. Your opportunity today is just a coincidence."

"It just so happens that the Emperor of Beirong is blind to the situation and wants to hunt down the Empress. Humph, doesn't he know who he is? Ten thousand men shouldn't be weak in combat, but he underestimated the Empress and the women's battalion. He was too arrogant and too blind."

"He offered himself up, and the Empress gladly accepted it."

"Her Majesty said that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, you still risked your life to protect the young prince. She has always been clear about right and wrong."

"Therefore, consider this Emperor of Beirong as a gift to you casually."

"Has the Third Prince avenged himself? Does that make him feel any better?"

Relief?

Even after avenging her mother, she would never return.

That hatred and pain have been etched into my very bones.

"If I could, I wish none of this had happened, and everything could go back to..." Countless images flashed through Tuoba Rui's mind.

When does he wish to return to?

Go back to his childhood, before he and his mother were taken to Beirong by his father.

Let's go back to when, driven by hatred, he decided to use the young prince to achieve his goal of revenge.

Tuoba Rui lowered his eyes, clearing his mind of thoughts, "General Wan, there's no need to call this servant the Third Prince. This servant is Wu Wang, and this servant would rather be Wu Wang."

"Oh……"

Wan Zi chuckled softly.

Tuoba Rui didn't care whether her chuckle was mockery or disdain.

"Has Your Majesty said how to deal with this servant?" Tuoba Rui asked, looking at the person standing on the wall.

"What should we do? She didn't say."

Wan Zi frowned, but then her brows relaxed. "Since the young prince said he doesn't want you to die, Your Majesty will not kill you."

"However, you can no longer appear beside the young prince."

"The young prince is intelligent. When you told him that you needed to be transferred to another place to recuperate, he already understood that the Empress had decided to deal with you."

"The Empress did not reveal anything to him, but he knew that the Empress would not kill you. He knew the Empress's worries and her wariness of you. He did not make a fuss, did not act coquettishly, and did not make things difficult for the Empress."

When Wan Zi mentioned the young prince, she couldn't hide her smile and admiration.

Glancing at Tuoba Rui, whose smile was bitter and whose eyes were red, Wan Zi thought of Song Qingning's instructions before he left.

He asked Tuoba Rui, "Have you decided where you're going?"