Because of Hua Yuan's refusal, the youth could only leave anxiously. Before he left, he even looked back three times.
Hua Yuan watched him leave but said nothing. His expression was solemn. The youth could only give up for now.
"Sir, what should we do now?"
Xichang's Empress Concubine thought that Hua Yuan would poison the youth to death quickly. She had never expected that he would do nothing even after several days.
As long as the youth did not die, Xichang's Empress Concubine would live in fear. She was afraid that Hua Yuan would abandon her and become a useless pawn.
She had followed Hua Yuan's instructions and walked down a path of no return. She schemed that the youth had an affair with her. If the youth and An Cui did not die, she would be the one to die when the child in her womb was born. With An Cui's temperament, how could he tolerate his concubine being tainted by an adopted son? If An Cui found out that the child in her womb was not his, Xichang's Empress Concubine would probably wish for death.
She was like a drowning person, clutching tightly to the straw in her hands before she died.
Xichang's Empress Concubine held her obvious belly with one hand and carefully leaned against the table, afraid that something would happen to the child.
"I have done everything according to Sir's instructions. There is no turning back. If Sir abandons me now, I really do not know what to do." Her face was filled with tenderness. One could not help but reach out to smooth her frowning brows.
Of course, this "person" did not include Hua Yuan. This lunatic had a heart of stone.
"I know."
Hua Yuan said coldly. He had no intention of giving a precise reply.
"Sir, I am worried that a long delay will bring trouble. Although the young master is young, he is still a child personally raised by Sir and An Cui. If he is not eliminated quickly, he will be a disaster. " Xichang's Empress Concubine did not forget to flatter Hua Yuan. "Also … my pregnancy has been affected because of that matter. If he takes this opportunity to harm me, I will be so worried that I will not be able to sleep at night."
She had only dared to plot against the youth according to Hua Yuan's instructions because the appearance of the fetus was already stable.
In order to pretend to be more realistic, some of the struggling movements were inevitably more violent. The youth had also lost his rationality under the influence of the drug, and his movements were rough. That young and strong body made her suffer greatly, and even her stomach began to feel uncomfortable. Only then did she panic.
Under Hua Yuan's threat, she had already thrown caution to the wind. However, if the youth didn't die, she would never be at ease. She could only urge Hua Yuan to take action again and again.
How could Hua Yuan not know what she was thinking?
Hua Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "There's no rush. It's almost there."
Emperor Concubine Xichang pressed, "What do you mean by 'not in a hurry'? How soon is it? As long as he lives, I will live in fear. "
If she could, she would love nothing more than for Hua Yuan to pinch the young man's chin and pour poison into him. That way, all troubles would end once and for all, and there would be no future troubles.
Hua Yuan snorted and did not answer.
Xichang's Princess Concubine saw his unhappy expression and immediately came to her senses. She regretted being too impulsive.
"I'm just worried. I'm not doubting you …"
She explained dryly, trying to salvage some of the situation so that Hua Yuan wouldn't be in a bad mood and pour all his dirty tricks on her.
"There's no need to worry." Hua Yuan's expression softened slightly as he said, "The time is ripe."
This answer put Xichang's Princess Concubine's worried heart back to its original place.
She and Hua Yuan had the same interests. At present, they were two grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
If anything happened to her, Hua Yuan would not be able to escape.
Reality proved that her worries were unfounded.
Hua Yuan, that maniac, would definitely be able to scheme against anyone.
The young man was still too young. In terms of skill and scheming, how could he compare to the scheming and maniac Hua Yuan?
Xichang's Princess Concubine thought that Hua Yuan had not taken action, but that was not the case.
Hua Yuan had taken action. However, he did not harm the young man's body, but his mind. He suppressed his will and destroyed his psychological defenses, forcing the young man to lose all will to live in his panic. Finally, he consumed the poison that Hua Yuan had gotten someone to deliver to the young man.
On this day, the night was dark. The moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and the stars were dim.
Hua Yuan stood under the window in a daze with his clothes draped over his shoulders. He was not in the mood to sleep. There was a letter on the table beside him.
This letter had been delivered by the young man's attendant several hours ago.
Because it was not personally delivered to Hua Yuan, Hua Yuan only saw it after he was done with all his work.
The contents of the letter were not very useful. It was just the last cry of a desperate and dying young beast.
When all was silent, a flurry of hurried footsteps could be heard from afar.
When the other person ran closer, Hua Yuan could still hear the other person's heavy breathing. He looked at the approaching person with an indifferent expression, his brows slightly furrowed.
Hua Yuan asked unhappily, "What's the matter?"
The servants in the residence were all well-mannered. They served Hua Yuan carefully and would not run loudly under normal circumstances.
However, at this moment, they did not care about the rules. One could imagine how sensational the news brought by the servant was.
"Master, Master … something bad has happened!" The servant caught his breath and said breathlessly, "The young master is dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, the news just came. The young master committed suicide by ingesting poison. He's already gone."
The servant trembled as he finished speaking. His eyes stared unblinkingly at Hua Yuan. His muscles tensed as he moved forward to catch the grieving Hua Yuan.
Unexpectedly, Hua Yuan's reaction was beyond the servant's expectations.
He thought that based on the deep relationship between Hua Yuan and the young master, even if he did not faint from grief, he would be horrified upon hearing this.
However, Hua Yuan's expression did not change at all. It was as if the one who died was not his student, but an insignificant child beggar. He did not even ask how he died … It was as if … it was as if Hua Yuan had already expected this and had been waiting for this news to come? The servant was frightened by his own guess. He hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that Hua Yuan would see an expression that he should not have.
"I already know. You may leave and prepare the clothes."
The young man's death was no different from an earthquake to others, but it was within Hua Yuan's expectations.
His indifferent gaze turned to the letter on the table, and the corners of his lips curled up in silent mockery.
Stupid!
This was Hua Yuan's evaluation of the young man's death.
If he was not stupid and weak, how could the young man not know who the real person was? Before he died, he even wrote to him. His words were sincere and every sentence was filled with remorse. He said that he had let down Hua Yuan's many years of teaching. Now that he was gone, he asked him not to grieve for an incompetent and unfilial student.
The victim's suicide note to the murderer was so sincere. It was really ridiculous.
"He's destined not to live. It's clean now that he's gone."
Hua Yuan felt a little regretful.
The young man was taught by Hua Yuan, but his ambition was not big enough.
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