Chapter 365: Serves Him Right

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Shut up! Who gave you permission to speak?”

Chang Yang made a sound, the woman in white fiercely slapped him across the face.

Instantly, a handprint appeared on Chang Yang’s face.

Yet, when Chang Yang looked at the woman, his eyes were filled with fear, devoid of any anger.

Upon hearing the woman’s command, he didn’t dare to make a sound and instead looked towards Xiao Nanye with sheer terror.

This scene made both Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye and others present display a grave expression.

Jiang Pei Huan, being a doctor, realized why Chang Yang was in the vase. Just like Consort Qi before him, he had been transformed into a human vase.

The woman in white then turned her attention to Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye.

To be precise, she stared intently at Xiao Nanye.

Hatred filled the woman’s eyes.

She slowly approached Xiao Nanye, and as she stood next to him, she took out an axe.

Raising the axe without uttering a word, she attempted to strike Xiao Nanye.

Seeing this, Jiang Pei Huan urgently exclaimed, “Stop!”

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s voice, the woman halted her actions. But as she turned to look at Jiang Peihuan, her expression was utterly cold.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Peihuan addressed the woman, “A debt has its debtor, and vengeance has its cause. Can you tell me why you wish to kill my husband?”

Upon hearing this, the woman’s face fluctuated.

After a brief pause, her eyes ablaze with anger, she declared, “I want to eliminate all these wealthy heirs.”

“Why?”

This question from Jiang Peihuan was filled with confusion.

Upon hearing it, the woman in white suddenly lowered her axe.

She took a seat on a chair nearby and, finally looking at Jiang Peihuan, said, “If you want to know why, ask him.”

With her last words, she pointedly glanced at Chang Yang inside the vase.

Smiling, she added, “Young Prince, why don’t you tell the queen the reason?”

Chang Yang’s eyes were filled with pain and a hint of regret, but he remained silent.

“If the Young Prince won’t speak, then 1 will,” she continued.

She then introduced herself to Jiang Peihuan, “My name is Bai Ling, from Bai’s village in the capital.”

Through Bai Ling’s recount, Jiang Peihuan learned the cause of the enmity.

Bai Ling was once a common village girl, leading a happy life with loving parents and a devoted husband.

However, all of this was ruined by Chang Yang.

Struck by Bai Ling’s beauty upon first sight, Chang Yang wanted to take her for himself. Upon learning she was married, he ordered her husband to be killed. And that wasn’t all; he later ordered the deaths of Bai Ling’s parents as well, forcing a now alone Bai Ling into his residence.

“Because of him, 1 lost the child 1 was carrying,” Bai Ling confessed, her gaze shifting to Jiang Peihuan’s abdomen.

“I was ready to die, but 1 couldn’t accept it. Why should I die when he is the wrongdoer? Just because he’s of noble birth, can he treat us commoners like ants?”

“So, you turned him into a human vase,” Jiang Pei Huan concluded.

Knowing what Chang Yang had done, Jiang Peihuan felt no sympathy for his current plight.

Hearing her words, Bai Ling nodded, “I originally intended to kill him directly, but death seemed too merciful. So, 1 severed his limbs and placed him in this vase.”

“1 won’t let him die; I want him to suffer worse than death.”

“As long as 1 live, I want him to suffer endlessly.”

By the end of her statement, hatred filled Bai Ling’s eyes.

“That incense, did you make it?”

“Yes.”

Seeing Bai Ling nod, Jiang Peihuan’s eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing the astonishment in Jiang Peihuan’s eyes, Bai Ling continued, “My ancestors have been making incense for generations, so my skill in it is not surprising.”

“Now that you’ve heard the story, let’s continue.”

Saying this, Bai Ling stood up, grabbed the axe next to her, and walked straight toward Xiao Nanye.

As Bai Ling approached, Xiao Nanye remained expressionless. However, when she raised the axe, the ropes binding him suddenly snapped.

Xiao Nanye swiftly kicked Bai Ling, knocking her to the ground.

She spat out blood, and her eyes were filled with shock. Looking at Xiao Nanye, she exclaimed, “How… How could you?”

“Bai Ling, always remember: every poison has its antidote,” he declared.

As he spoke, Jiang Peihuan also freed herself from her bonds.

Ye Xiao stepped forward, ready to finish off Bai Ling, but Jiang Peihuan stopped him.

“My Queen?”

“She’s also a victim. Let her go.”

Hearing this, Ye Xiao sheathed her sword.

Xiao Nanye approached Jiang Peihuan, took her hand, and began to walk out.

When Chang Yang saw Xiao Nanye break free, hope flashed in his eyes. But that hope shattered seeing Xiao Nanye leaving without looking back.

Calling out, Chang Yang pleaded, “Imperial Uncle, save me, save…”

“Shut up!”

Xiao Nanye, who was already at the door, suddenly turned back.

Reaching the door, Xiao Nanye suddenly turned back. Looking at the pitiable Chang Yang, he coldly said, “You truly deserve to die.”

Stunned by this rebuke, it took a few moments before desperation filled Chang Tang’s eyes, “Imperial Uncle, I’m the last heir of the Mu Mansion. Do you want to see it end with me?”

“Ha…”

Hearing this, Xiao Nanye sneered as if he had heard a good joke.

Xiao Nanye remarked, “With your current state, can you even carry on the family line?”

Chang Yang’s face paled instantly.

Xiao Nanye gave him a cold glance, then walked straight to Jiang Peihuan’s side and whispered softly, “Let’s go.”

Hearing the man’s words, Jiang Peihuan nodded. But as if she remembered something, she turned her head to look at Bai Ling, “The departed are gone, and 1 believe your family wouldn’t want to see you torturing yourself like this.”

After saying these words, Jiang Peihuan left with Xiao Nanye.

Han Feng and Ye Xiao followed closely behind.

Watching Jiang Peihuan’s receding figure, Bai Ling’s eyes filled with tears. But when she turned to see Chang Yang, a malicious look appeared in her eyes.

She picked up the axe from the ground, struggling to stand.

“No, don’t come any closer!”