"Reason?" Marquis Xuanping turned his head to look at her.
Princess Xinyang did not look at Marquis Xuanping but instead gazed outside at the torrential rain. "I discovered he was ill, afflicted with a grave disease causing unceasing pain throughout his body. No one could cure him, from the imperial physicians to the wandering doctors of the streets, not even relieve the slightest bit of his agony. The imperial physicians declared his internal organs were all failing, and he would not live past a year."
"But a year has passed, and he’s yet alive. Any ordinary man with such a severe illness would have long succumbed, but he cannot die even if he wishes to. Occasionally, I wonder if perhaps heaven is watching, and his retribution has come?"
"He did seek death. However, the Liang Prince’s residence had lost any real power when it was under his control. It survived until now solely by His Majesty’s respect and regard, preserving a feeble existence. Should he pass away, the Liang Prince’s residence would utterly decline. How could his family relinquish the wealth and glory before them? They spare no effort to cling to his life, using him for their own ends, subjecting him to the torment of his illness day and night, a fate worse than death."
"Tell me, if not retribution, what is this?"
Marquis Xuanping frowned as he looked at her, "Qin Fengwan."
Princess Xinyang said indifferently, "Therefore, you need not kill him. He already has his deserved retribution, and there is no need to dirty your hands."
Having said this, she turned and left the room.
Marquis Xuanping turned his wheelchair around and called out to her departing figure, "Qin Fengwan."
"What?" Princess Xinyang turned around, looking at him curiously.
Marquis Xuanping patted the armrest and smiled with a twist of his lips, "Two wheelchairs."
If he had come only to save Xiao Hen, one wheelchair would have been enough.
Princess Xinyang turned her face away nonchalantly, "Yujin brought it."
In the middle of the night, Marquis Xuanping disappeared.
His steed was gone as well.
He had taken a detour to the Liang Prince’s residence.
The old Liang Prince was not yet dead, but it wouldn’t be long.
His family had all gone to the Capital City, so the old Liang Prince could finally die in peace.
Who would have thought that at the brink of death, he would see the King of Hell brandishing a butcher’s knife.
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