Chapter 1548 – Defeating Nie Liang, Attacking Yang Tao, A Sword Pointing at the World (Eighty-Six)
【Your Lunch Box】: Holy crap! This guy’s really wicked. If the streamer agrees to kill him, how will Ci Mei live her life afterward?
【Tong Tong’s Girl】: Ah, even if the winners are kings and the losers are bandits, since Wei Ying is a loser, he should just get ready for the axe, but it shouldn’t be like this, right? Dying at anyone’s hands is fine, but not at the streamer’s! It took her ten years to slowly cook a frog; it’s not easy!
【Mo Xing You】: If the streamer really kills Wei Ying with her own hands, even if he asked for death himself, there will still be a thorn in Ci Mei’s heart later, right? Wei Ying’s heart is really wicked; is he doing this unintentionally or on purpose, trying to force his own brother to death?
【Meow Meow Meow】: This is definitely the most ruthless method of breaking up a couple I’ve ever seen!
Idle people are idle; they can’t stay serious for long, and the topic quickly veers off course.
【Feng Hua Hua Man Lou】: Besides those love-struck idiots, who wouldn’t care if their lover has a blood feud with their closest kin? In online torture literature, the male lead can wipe out the female lead’s family but still reach a happy ending, yet this isn’t reality—
The idle masses anxiously looked on, each one worried about Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci.
After following this stream for so many years, they knew the personalities of these two; neither could tolerate any slight.
Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ying with a hint of murderous intent, her left hand gripping the hilt of the Slaying God Blade, her knuckles slightly tense.
While her heart churned like a storm, her expression remained calm as she asked Wei Ying, “Why did you make such a request?”
Wei Ying replied, “To die at an ordinary executioner’s hand is not as glorious as dying at Lord Lan Ting’s. That would be an honor.”
Jiang Pengji sneered, “Is that the only reason?”
Wei Ying coolly countered, “What other reason would there be? What does Lord Lan Ting think?”
The atmosphere in the tent became incredibly tense, suffused with an awkward and oppressive air. Qi Guanrang and others couldn’t help but glance at the pale-faced Wei Ci, veiled worry in their eyes. If their lord and Wei Ci became entangled in something together, it was an unspoken understanding among many confidants. If Wei Ying really died at their lord’s hands, then what about Wei Ci… Rationally, he could understand, but emotionally, it would be hard to bear.
Jiang Pengji didn’t answer, while Wei Ci, kneeling and sitting upright, clenched the hem of his clothing, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
“It’s said that Lord Lan Ting is incredibly skilled, a renowned martial general of our times, with countless souls lost beneath his long blade.” Wei Ying continued, “Killing is just a matter of skill; does Lord Lan Ting even hesitate at this? Or am I so lowly that I am unworthy of dirtying your hands?”
The idle masses watched in distress, wishing to jump into the screen and help Jiang Pengji dispatch Wei Ying.
After all, it was death; what difference did it make at whose hands it came?
The King of Hell wouldn’t care about such details—would dying at an ordinary executioner’s hands mean one was lesser than dying at Jiang Pengji’s?
To say that Wei Ying wasn’t deliberately provoking would make five million idle folks shake their heads in disbelief.
The atmosphere grew stiffer, everyone inside the tent feeling as if time was creeping painfully slow until a pained gasp escaped Wei Ci’s lips.
He paled as he apologized to Jiang Pengji, who noticed the dark circles under his eyes and a hint of softness flickered in her heart.
“For planning this battle, Zixiao has worked hard; go rest for now.”
Jiang Pengji’s voice was calm, but Wei Ci’s lips were devoid of color. As he stood, he swayed slightly; those unaware would truly think he had been cultivating for too long and couldn’t hold up. A young officer raised a hand to help him and found Wei Ci’s arm trembling uncontrollably.
“Lord, the military adviser seems very tired. Allow me to take him back to the tent to rest.”
Wei Ci’s face was extremely pale, his legs felt weak, as if he might collapse at any moment.
If no one helped him back, he might just fall along the way, suffering some form of misfortune.
Jiang Pengji, with her left hand resting on the knife handle, coldly gazed at Wei Ying, who met her gaze without flinching.
“Go ahead. Remember to call a skilled military doctor to check on the military adviser; it might be that he caught a chill.”
Once the eager young officer led Wei Ci away from the tent, Wei Ying’s suspicions were confirmed, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
What was even happening here?
How much enmity did this lord have with his brother to want to ruin his life so thoroughly?
Jiang Pengji swiftly drew the Slaying God Blade, pressing the edge against Wei Ying’s neck, her voice icy, “Now that he’s gone, do you have any last words?”
Wei Ying gritted his teeth, “You don’t really want to ruin him, do you?”
He felt most sorry for his brother. He had thought he’d found a wise ruler to trust, only to discover it was a cunning trap!
No wonder he had consistently discouraged Wei Ci from dating or even seeking a successor.
He never imagined the truth would be like this!
Was this woman really intending to thoroughly destroy Wei Ci?
If Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci were to marry, they would have done so long ago. The longer they waited without action, the more it seemed she intended for Wei Ci to remain hidden for life.
Whether Wei Ci served his lord due to affection or their mutual admiration, public opinion would always be harsher toward the weaker party. An inappropriate example: even though Lord Long Yang was accomplished, people just thought of him as a servant’s boy, forever reducing his academic and military accomplishments to the background.
Now everything could be kept secret, but if it were exposed later, Wei Ci would be pinned in history, the subject of scorn for a thousand years!
On top of that, was being the bed partner of a female lord such an easy role?
How many interests were tangled in this?
Wei Ci was being roasted on a fire, always at risk of being plotted against to his death.
Jiang Pengji said coldly, “From start to finish, I’ve never thought of ruining him, but I see you want him dead.”
Those in the know understood; those who didn’t felt bewildered and awed.
Wei Ying’s right hand grasped the Slaying God Blade, its sharp edge slicing a long cut into his palm.
He seemed to feel no pain, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he wore a sinister smile.
“You could very well be like those male emperors, establishing three palaces and six courtyards, three husbands and nine concubines, twenty-seven wives, and eighty-one mistresses…” Wei Ying croaked, “Lord Lan Ting now sits on top of the world; if you want something, what is there that you cannot obtain?”
Why couldn’t he let Wei Ci go?
Even if Wei Ying didn’t voice it, Jiang Pengji understood his meaning.
“Such a grandiloquent reason.”
Jiang Pengji scoffed, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone express selfish motives so movingly.”
Wei Ying was indeed looking out for his brother, but he was also pricking Jiang Pengji’s heart, perhaps thinking this was a win-win situation?
Regardless, Wei Ci had been duped into a deep pit.
Jiang Pengji never hesitated to use the most malicious intentions to gauge others; Wei Ying was truly the most wanted dead person in her eyes.
Since Wei Ci wasn’t present, Jiang Pengji couldn’t care less about Wei Ying and spoke with unrelenting sharpness.
“Better die quickly; dragging things out is absurd, you won’t even catch the soup of Meng Po!”
Wei Ying laughed sinisterly, crashing into Jiang Pengji’s Slaying God Blade, slashing his throat in one go.
