novelraw Chapter 1380 - 1464: What Is There to Regret
Chapter 1380 - 1464: What Is There to Regret
Her eye was blinded for Dong Huiying.
She had suffered inhuman torture at Yun Long’s hands. By the time Liu Yanhong and others rescued her, her body was half-destroyed, almost completely ruined. Fortunately, she was skilled in medicine and nursed herself back to health, but the calamity she had endured was like a nightmare.
How terrified, how hateful she was, was how much she wished Dong Huiying would never know.
She feared, feared that the person she cherished most would blame herself for it, feared even more Dong Huiying’s regret and heartache.
She didn’t need sympathy or pity. For the one she cherished most, losing just an eye was nothing; even giving up her life wouldn’t be a regret.
After a long while, Yun Long took a handkerchief from his pocket. He carefully cleaned the blood from his hands.
Noticing a drop of blood had splashed on his eyelid, he wiped it with his thumb and then put it into his mouth. Sucking on the blood from his fingertip, he felt extremely pleased, as if a wave of joy was escaping from the depths of his soul.
After tidying himself up, he knew his master, Yun Shuihan, didn’t like such bloodiness. So even though he had done something bloody, he appeared as clean as could be when he left this place.
Behind Yun Long lay a dismembered corpse, almost impossible to piece together into a human shape, with skin and flesh intact nowhere, eyes gouged out, tongue cut, ears severed. It was not hard to imagine how much inhuman torture this person had suffered in life.
Yun Long left this place and went to the side hall, where Yun Shuihan was currently staying in the Yuan Palace.
He happened to arrive just as he encountered a man.
"Thus, I shall trouble you."
This man was dressed in a long white robe. Even in the cold of winter, his clothes were very thin. He wore wooden clogs on his feet, and his long black hair was tied up in a bundle with a jade-colored hair tie.
When Yun Long arrived at the side hall, he happened to see his master, Yun Shuihan, reclining on a chaise lounge, while the man was sitting on the other side of the lounge, with only a low square tea table between them.
Yun Long’s eyes flashed, narrowing gloomily and sinisterly, then silently moved to Yun Shuihan’s side.
The man seemingly unintentionally raised his head, his calm eyes like a bright moon, quiet and far-reaching, more like an ancient well, unfathomable at a glance.
"Qinghe Zhengjun, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you be going back?" Yun Long wore a seemingly particularly courteous and polite smile, but within his body was a vicious beast eager to break free from its bonds, eager to bite to death this man who dared to be so close to his master!
Qinghe smiled elegantly, "Indeed, it is getting late. Thank you for the reminder, Yun Gongzi."
Qinghe slowly stood, took leave of Yun Shuihan, and then walked slowly towards the exit of the hall.
As soon as Qinghe left, Yun Long immediately approached the side of the chaise lounge, his eyes sparklingly fixed on Yun Shuihan, reclining on the lounge.
"Master..." He looked pitiful, like a little dog abandoned by its owner, even mist covering his eyes.
"Have you taken a liking to him? Have you taken a liking to Qinghe Zhengjun? You must think carefully; he belongs to the Eighth Princess. Since he is the Official Husband of the Eighth Princess, it means they have already been intimate. He is not pure, but how could he compare to Dragon, who is so clean, you say, right?"
Blinking, Yun Long eagerly gazed at Yun Shuihan on the couch.
Yun Shuihan glanced at Yun Long coldly, "Qinghe Zhengjun was just here to ask me for a favor."
Yun Long’s eyes flickered slightly, "Favor? What kind of favor?"