Silent Lover (The Silent Concubine) - Chap 115
Chapter 115 – Hatred Deep in the Bones
Chapter 115 – Hatred Deep in the Bones
Jun Xuanxiao’s gaze was intense, with flashes of cold light.
“I am different from you. You are indecisive, wanting to grasp everything in your hands, while I can weigh the pros and cons and let go of some things.”
Xiao Xiye couldn’t believe it and questioned, “Let go? Is Yu’er your abandoned child?”
A kind of inexplicable anger and impatience surged in Jun Xuanxiao’s heart. As someone who dealt with major issues, why did he feel so uneasy and flustered when questioned by Xiao Xiye?
Suddenly, Shen Yu’s image appeared in his mind—the smiling Shen Yu, the gentle and refined Shen Yu, the lifeless Shen Yu… Jun Xuanxiao’s mind was like a revolving lantern, and he felt as if something was gripping his heart, trying to rid himself of these distractions but unable to do so.
Shen Yu couldn’t speak, but every expression and glance from him seemed to be questioning Jun Xuanxiao…
“I won’t forget, my prince! I can regain him in the future… I can’t say this with full confidence…”
“Prince Zhenbei, why are you silent? Yu’er now hates you to the core. He has completely forgotten about you…”
Xiao Xiye could see Jun Xuanxiao’s confused expression and was very satisfied.
“Humph, Yu’er won’t forget me. What is harder to let go of than hatred? So he will hate me, but he won’t forget… But hatred will eventually disappear…”
Xiao Xiye sneered, “Is that so? In the prison, he held my hand…”
“Shut up!” Jun Xuanxiao roared angrily, grabbing Xiao Xiye’s clothes and demanding, “Where is Yu’er’s mother?!”
Xiao Xiye smiled bitterly, devoid of energy…
“Originally, I would never tell, but I am happy to see how Yu’er will hate you when he sees his mother in your hands. Anyway, he won’t believe you anymore. So, I’ll tell you—she is in the prison of the Dali Temple in the city…”
As soon as Xiao Xiye finished speaking, there was a faint and hurried sound outside the Golden Luang Palace—a departure…
Jun Xuanxiao’s eyebrows raised, and he quickly pushed open the back door, but no one was there…
A bad premonition arose in Jun Xuanxiao’s heart. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning…
“It couldn’t be… He’s in the pagoda and wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have known about the conversation in the Golden Luang Palace.”
The usually resilient Jun Xuanxiao began to console himself, but he saw Song Qing riding back.
“Prince!” Jun Xuanxiao’s anxiety intensified.
“Where are the people?!” His voice thundered with anger…
Song Qing didn’t understand why Prince Zhenbei suddenly became so angry and reported, “I failed in my mission. When I arrived, the place was already deserted, and I didn’t find…”
Jun Xuanxiao felt as if his armor had doubled in weight. It couldn’t be him, it definitely couldn’t be him… He felt troubled as he tugged at his clothes and took a deep breath to ease the pressure…
“The prison… Yes, the prison of the Dali Temple!”
Jun Xuanxiao mounted his horse, whipped its rear fiercely, and the black steed neighed like a whirlwind as it rushed out. This horse, which he cherished like his own life, had always been carefully cared for by him. This was the first time it had been treated like this.
The Dali Temple was not far from the imperial palace, and at this moment, it was surrounded by the Zhenbei Army. However, because there were many prison guards and skilled guards, they had not yet been subdued.
With Jun Xuanxiao leading the way, the guards of the Dali Temple quickly surrendered…
Jun Xuanxiao rushed into the prison, and since the Dali Temple was the largest court in the capital, there were many prisons. He had never seen Shen Yu’s mother, so he had to inquire about each woman who was roughly the same age.
There were still several prison guards hidden in the prison, and they had been ordered to kill all the prisoners before the Zhenbei Army stormed in, or else the prisoners would escape during the chaos, causing a disaster…
Jun Xuanxiao killed several prison guards, but by now, half of the prisoners in the Dali Temple had died. Jun Xuanxiao’s unease grew stronger and stronger, and he even had to inspect the bodies of the prisoners.
Jun Xuanxiao walked into the most hidden dungeon of the Dali Temple. In front of him lay the corpse of a woman who was not wearing prison clothes and had been killed by the prison guards.
For some reason, Jun Xuanxiao, who had always been fearless, felt a chill in his heart. His hands were somewhat stiff as he turned the woman’s body over to face upwards. Although the woman was already middle-aged, with half of her hair turned white due to labor, and her face was full of wrinkles, her facial features resembled Shen Yu by about thirty percent.
As the sound of the prison door being knocked on came from behind, Shen Yu’s eyes were bloodshot, almost on the verge of bursting open, staring at the woman’s body and Jun Xuanxiao, with the blood-stained spear still dripping.
