Chapter 228 - Massacre (6)

Chapter 228: Massacre (6)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“You should be glad that you’re pregnant with my child.” Prince Yu noticed her expression and his face darkened. “Otherwise, you would be dead.” He was satisfied to see a terrified look on Shen Qing’s face. Prince Yu looked at Shen Qing and slowly said, “However, after you give birth to my child, I won’t treat you badly. I have many guards in my mansion. These guards have been by my side, risking their lives to protect me. Since you’re my wife, you have the responsibility to make them happy…”

Shen Qing’s mind buzzed and she almost fainted. Prince Yu’s words made her lose the courage to live.

“Ha, I will definitely treat you well.” The gentler Prince Yu’s tone was, the more fanatic his eyes were. Even the two maids in front of him were trembling.

“Why are you trembling?” Prince Yu suddenly frowned in displeasure. Just as he was about to speak, the maid on the left suddenly staggered and fell on Prince Yu, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. Before Prince Yu could do anything, the other maid suddenly pulled the hairpin from her head and stabbed it into Prince Yu’s throat.

Prince Yu screamed, but he was not easy to deal with either. With a bang, the two maids were thrown to the ground. He was also a trained martial artist, so his attack had a lot of force. The two maids struggled on the ground for a while before they died.

Shen Qing was already dumbfounded. In her panic, she hid under the table. Prince Yu pulled out the hairpin from his throat. Although the hairpin didn’t go too deep, it still caused him to bleed a lot. Prince Yu cursed and shouted, “Guards! Guards!”

A guard quickly came in. Prince Yu kicked the two corpses on the ground. “Find out who they are.”

“Yes.” The guard bowed. As soon as Prince Yu turned around, he lowered his head and saw a silver knife with blood on it.

The knife passed through his chest.

As the guard pulled out the knife, Prince Yu lost his balance and seemed to want to call for help. However, after taking a few steps, he fell down with a bang.

The tip of the knife was bright and shiny, reflecting a large piece of blood. The guard’s blow was fatal and precise. He didn’t give Prince Yu a chance to strike back.

The guard glanced at Prince Yu’s corpse and looked at Shen Qing, who was trembling under the table. “Are you Shen Qing?”

“Yes,… Are you sent by my Second Brother to save me?” Shen Qing’s eyes lit up as she looked at him.

The guard did not say anything and turned to leave.

Shen Qing was a little puzzled. Afraid to face Prince Yu’s corpse in the room, she packed some gold, silver, and jewelry from the table, wrapped them in a cloth, and was about to leave.

As soon as she opened the door, she almost tripped. Under the faint light of the lantern, the corpses of the guards in front of the door looked especially shocking. Shen Qing screamed and looked out.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some black figures shuttling back and forth. Prince Yu’s mansion was like hell. The snowstorm made people unable to see the scene outside clearly, but the strong smell of blood was like a huge net, shrouding everyone in it.

It was as if even the snow had turned scarlet.

…

In the west garden of the Shen family.

Bai Lu closed the window again and said, “The snow outside is really heavy. The window has been blown open several times. It’s quite scary.”

“That’s right.” Shuang Jiang smiled and said, “I heard from old people that this kind of weather is brought about by the heavens to punish evil people. It seems that the evil that has been committed this time is huge. It’s been many years since we encountered such a huge snowstorm.”

“Miss, what are you looking at?” Jingzhe asked, “Are you still thinking about the wedding banquet during the day?”

After returning to the mansion in the evening, Shen Miao had been sitting at the table, thinking about something. For some reason, Jingzhe felt that Shen Miao was waiting for something.

What was she waiting for?

Shen Miao shook her head. “Let’s wait and see.”

Gu Yu and Jingzhe looked at each other. It was dark outside, and they couldn’t see anything. What could Shen Miao see?

Shen Miao lowered her eyes. The lights in the room were dim. Before the sun rose tomorrow, how many people in the world would’ve died?

Her slender fingers tapped the edge of the table gently, as if it was a pleasant rhythm that reminded people of the strange songs sung by the unfavoured and abandoned consorts in the Cold Palace.

What kind of song were they singing?

What they were singing was that what comes around goes around.