Chapter 980
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"Bam!" Mo Jingli waved his hand, and all the decorations on the table fell to the ground. None of the servants in the tent dared to clean it up. They just cowered and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
"Mo Xiuyao! Ye Li … I will never let you go! "Mo Jingli's voice was cold and sinister as if it came from hell.
Marquis Muyang woke up from his sleep. The scene in front of him dazed him for a moment. This was obviously not the prison cell he was in in in the Chu Army camp. It was a gloomy dungeon. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Did the Emperor move him here because he was worried that someone would come to rescue him? That was too much of a concern. He had given the power of the Marquis Muyang Residence to Mu Yang. Who would come to rescue him?
He had slept for too long, and his body was a little stiff. Marquis Muyang moved his body and sat up. But he was stunned when he saw the person not far away.
In an instant, Marquis Muyang's face turned pale. His old and slightly drooping lips kept trembling. He stared blankly at the "person" outside the cell not far away. To be precise, it was a corpse. Mu Yang's lifeless eyes were wide open. The blood on his abdomen had already turned dark. There was also a hideous scar on his neck. It was clear that he had already lost his life.
"Yang 'er!" Marquis Muyang cried out in alarm. His old body rushed to the side of the cell at a speed that didn't match his physical condition. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the cell's iron bars. He couldn't touch the person lying there quietly. Marquis Muyang burst into tears. "Yang 'er … Yang' er! Who … Who killed you?! "
In the empty cell, only his mournful voice echoed. Marquis Muyang fell powerlessly to the side of the cell. He stared blankly at his son's corpse. In a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Mu Yang was his only son and his only hope. After losing Mu Yang, it was as if everything in the world had lost its meaning. The Marquis Muyang Residence … is finished …
His whole life, he was obsessed with fame and fortune. He only hoped that the House of Marquis Muyang would flourish in his hands. But now, the House of Marquis Muyang was destroyed in his own hands. His only son had died in front of him. Was he really wrong?
"Yang 'er … why? Why don't you just take my life?! Why did you kill my son! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Marquis Muyang's Residence is so loyal … "
"The Emperor Marquis Muyang called … Mo Jingli or Mo Jingqi?" A slightly cold voice sounded from the outside, and the originally closed door of the dungeon was pushed open from the outside with a creak. A handsome man dressed in black walked in.
"Qin Feng?! Did you kill Yang 'er?! " Marquis Muyang was shocked. He originally thought that Mu Yang was captured by Mo Jingli, but it turned out that he had unknowingly fallen into the hands of the Prince Ding Mansion. That's right … He recalled that he had suddenly fainted before he woke up. If it was Mo Jingli, there was no need for him to do so.
Qin Feng did not deny it. He said calmly, "Since Marquis Muyang understands, you should also know why you ended up like this, right?" Qin Feng might feel a little emotional about Mu Yang's death, but as for Marquis Muyang's fate, Qin Feng did not have the slightest opinion. The Mohist army valued loyalty the most. Before Mo Jingli had fallen ill and died, Marquis Muyang had already been in cahoots with Mo Jingli. Back then, Marquis Muyang almost caused the princess consort and the Little Heir to die tragically, which was a great hatred of the Prince Ding Mansion. Perhaps from Marquis Muyang's standpoint, he was just following orders. But from the standpoint of the Prince Ding Mansion, especially from the perspective of Mo Xiuyao, Prince Ding, this was a crime deserving of death. Perhaps this had nothing to do with right or wrong. The strong had the right to punish their enemies.
Marquis Muyang could not help but tremble. He closed his eyes in pain. After seeing the people of the Prince Ding Mansion, how could they not understand? He had been careful all his life. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a person who fawned over the powerful and lacked the backbone of a general. That was why, after King Ding's residence had declined, he wholeheartedly sought refuge with Mo Jingqi. He was not like Marquis Nan who did not care about politics, nor was he like the Hua family who secretly helped King Ding's residence. He would do whatever the Emperor wanted him to do. Wasn't he a subject? As a subject, it was natural for him to obey the Emperor's orders, even if … it was wrong.
But the one wrong thing he had done in his life was to lead the troops to besiege Princess Ding. Because of this, he had cut off Marquis Muyang's escape route. So when he saw that Mo Jingli was about to die, he could only immediately seek refuge with Mo Jingli. He could not seek refuge with the Prince Ding Mansion like Marquis Nan and the Leng family, nor did he have the courage to bet the entire Hua family to live and die with the Da Chu State like Duke Hua. He wanted to live and hold power in his hands. He wanted the Marquis Muyang Mansion to be passed down from generation to generation. But now … all these years of struggle and hard work were in vain.
"Prince Ding Mansion … Prince Ding Mansion … why?! I was only following orders! "Marquis Muyang roared. He was unwilling to accept this. Back then, if he had a choice, would he have overestimated himself and become enemies with the Prince Ding Mansion? Perhaps … occasionally, he had a thought. If the Prince Ding Mansion was completely destroyed, would the Marquis Muyang Mansion replace it … but that was just a thought.
Qin Feng said calmly, "When we came out, the Prince asked me to pass a message to Marquis Muyang."
Marquis Muyang looked at him. Qin Feng continued, "The Prince said, the pain I experienced will be repaid a hundredfold. Back then, the Prince spared Mu Yang's life. Now, he's taking it back. "
Marquis Muyang was silent. Back then, after that incident, Mo Xiuyao still let Mu Yang go. Marquis Muyang had once felt lucky. So, Mo Xiuyao only felt that the blow to him was not enough?
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