Without Princess Xichang, An Cui would not kill the youth immediately out of consideration for the greater good.
Because An Cui needed a stable heir!
If the youth lay low, he might have a chance to make a comeback in the future.
Unfortunately, he was still too young. Faced with such mental pressure, the only way he could think of was to commit suicide.
When Hua Yuan arrived, the youth's corpse had already been put away. He had changed into clean clothes and had light makeup on his face. Now that his eyes were closed, he did not look like he was dead, but more like he had fallen asleep. When the sun rose, he would open his pure and lively eyes …
An Cui's officials who were guarding the rear crawled out of bed when they heard the news.
"Who killed Young Master?"
A hot-tempered old official dressed in plain clothes with a white belt around his waist rushed over with a murderous aura.
The moment he arrived, he stared fiercely at Princess Xichang.
"Could it be you, vixen …"
The old official had heard of the scandal a while ago, but he would not abandon the young master he had watched grow up for a fallen country's concubine.
Even if it was a scandal, it was the woman's fault. Abandoning Princess Xichang to protect the young master was a matter of course in his eyes.
These days, he had been thinking about how to save the youth's life, trying to find fault with Princess Xichang and push all the blame onto her. If that did not work, he could only take the risk and send a suicide squad to kill Princess Xichang. Unexpectedly, before he could do anything, the young master had already committed suicide by poisoning himself. Looking at the youth lying on the bed and seeing that his chest was no longer heaving, he immediately felt sorrow …
Princess Xichang saw the old official draw his sword and was about to kill her. She was so frightened that her face paled and she screamed.
Hua Yuan grabbed the old official's wrist and used a little force to make him release the sword hilt in pain. He said angrily, "Have you had enough!"
The old official said relentlessly, "This vixen must die today!"
For some reason, ever since he had stepped into the house where the youth had committed suicide, Hua Yuan had felt a tightness in his chest.
He did not know where this feeling came from, but it had pushed his rationality to the brink of collapse. He was easily angered and irritable.
The old official had drawn his sword and caused trouble at this time, directly infuriating Hua Yuan.
He pushed the old official away and almost lost his footing. It was as if his brain had lost blood, causing his vision to flicker.
"Scram!"
Hua Yuan angrily rebuked the old official.
The old official said, "Young Master was plotted against by that b * tch and forced to his death. Even if I have to risk my life, I will eliminate her!"
Xichang's Empress Concubine screamed as she hid behind her maidservant. When she heard the old official's scolding, she could not help but agree.
The old man's words were absolutely right.
Wasn't Hua Yuan the b * tch he was referring to?
The room was in chaos, and people rushed over to stop the two of them. Some stopped the old official, and some stopped Hua Yuan.
Regardless of whether the young man's death was honorable or not, the deceased was more important. His body had just cooled down, so they could not make a ruckus here and disturb the deceased.
Moreover, it was really inappropriate for the two of them to fight in front of the corpse.
"I told you to scram!"
Hua Yuan raised his hand and waved his sleeve, brushing away the people who tried to stop him.
Before he could take half a step forward, he felt a sharp pain in the depths of his mind. The scenery in front of him blurred and turned scarlet.
In Hua Yuan's eyes, the figures around him were all people made of blood without facial features. Their mouths opened and closed as they said something. One voice became two, two became four, four became eight … Gradually, the voices from all directions became thousands, interfering with his hearing. Hua Yuan's feet felt weak as he stumbled and fell forward. Fortunately, someone was quick enough to pull him up, or he would have crashed to the ground.
Everyone was shocked by this turn of events. Even the old official who wanted to take Xichang's Empress Concubine's life was distracted.
When they came over, they saw that Hua Yuan's face was abnormally pale. They thought that he was suppressing his grief, but they did not expect him to release his emotions. Everyone thought of the teacher-student relationship between Hua Yuan and the young man and felt very sad. They did not expect Hua Yuan to have such crazy looks.
"Stop arguing! All of you, stop arguing! All of you, scram! Scram! "
Hua Yuan pushed away the people who approached him and shouted at the top of his lungs. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked deranged.
"Young Master has passed away. My condolences, Military Advisor. The dead cannot be remembered!"
"Scram! All of you, scram! "
Hua Yuan held his head in pain with one hand and pointed at the crowd with the other, telling them to stop talking. His head was really about to explode.
His head hurt like there was a hand stirring his brain and crushing his skull. He was in so much pain that he was on the verge of death.
After an unknown amount of time, Hua Yuan finally regained some of his senses.
He knelt on the ground. His usual elegant demeanor was completely gone. All that was left was a strange madness and a dejection that came from his soul.
Everyone thought that he had lost his composure because he could not take the blow. They did not expect Hua Yuan's next move to almost make their eyes pop out of their sockets.
With a swoosh, he unsheathed his sword.
Someone was so frightened that he shouted, "Military Advisor, you mustn't!"
It turned out that Hua Yuan had taken advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to pull out the sword from his opponent's waist and pretended to commit suicide.
Judging from his expression and posture, he was clearly ready to die.
In the nick of time, someone stepped forward to snatch his sword, but he was still a step too late. A long but not deep wound appeared on his neck.
Seeing this, the others took the opportunity to rush forward and stop Hua Yuan, afraid that he would continue to seek death when he recovered.
If Hua Yuan died, An Cui at the frontlines would explode on the spot.
"You — — Why are you stopping me?!"
Hua Yuan roared these words. His cheeks were covered in tears.
Someone said, "The young master has passed away. My condolences, Military Advisor!"
How could the lord's trusted aide commit suicide to follow the young master after he passed away?
Not to mention that the young master had not died honorably. He had committed suicide to escape punishment after defiling his stepmother.
"I am responsible for the young master's death. I deserve to die. Don't stop me!"
How could anyone take his words seriously?
Instead, they thought that Hua Yuan was a loyal and loyal person. They did not dare to let go and let him seek death.
Hua Yuan wanted to break down even more now.
He was the one who had caused the death of his student.
No, to be more precise, he had personally destroyed his student after he had lost his mind. He was the one who deserved to die.
Hua Yuan did not expect that he had lost his mind to be this serious. The last "person" to appear had killed the other "people" in a deranged manner. If not for the fact that Hua Yuan's true body was special and could not be erased or replaced, he would probably have died. He had been in a daze previously. Today, he finally appeared, but he did not expect his student to die. Hua Yuan knew that he had committed a grave sin. He could only confess to his student after he died.
He did not expect that no one would believe him even after he spoke the truth.
These brainless idiots even stopped him from committing suicide.
Was he committing suicide?
He was doing justice on behalf of the heavens!
As long as he died, and this body died, that dangerous "person" would not appear again.
"Let go of me!"
"No! Military Advisor, you must calm down! "
"Military Advisor, we are also very sad that the young master has died. But you still have to help the lord achieve hegemony. You cannot commit suicide!"
Xichang's Empress Concubine: "…"
She suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for Hua Yuan to be so arrogant.
Look, in order to clear himself of suspicion, this person really used all his strength. The wound on his neck was still bleeding.
If the crowd had not stopped him just now, Hua Yuan would have probably slit his throat when he recommended himself.
Xichang's Empress Concubine watched the show in a daze.
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