The Marquis Is Innocent - 159.2
Chapter 159.2
“Get the hell out of here!”
Wei Yan furiously flung away Lan Yun and kicked over the table before him, causing the gold cups and silver jars to fall to the ground. His force was so great that he fractured Lan Yun’s wrist.
Lan Yun’s face paled, and she fell to the corner of the tent, slowly climbed up with clenched teeth, crying, and said trembly: “Even if you kill me, I have to say! You are not a Han Chinese Wei Yan anymore! You are the Xiongnu Hu Tu Kun! Hu Tu Kun’s name is growing in popularity in the royal court. I beg you! From now on, make a clean break with your past and be a good Xiongnu ……”
Wei Yan suddenly drew a gold dagger from his waist, sprinted forward, bent down and clutched Lan Yun’s collar, gritted his teeth, and said, “If you say one more word, I will kill you!”
Lan Yun looked at him in a daze. His eyes were red and fierce. With a rueful smile, she said: “Now, when I think about it, the years I spent by your side before was the only time I am genuinely happy. If you want to kill me, just do it. It was you who granted this life of mine back then.” She closed her eyes.
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Wei Yan stared at her, gasping for breath, his eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. Suddenly, swift footsteps came outside the tent, and a close attendant’s voice came in, “Master, someone is coming from the king’s tent. Shan Yu has summoned you to go over quickly!”
Lan Yun snapped her eyes open, “Don’t go! Although we intercepted the news of Wu Wei’s death at your hands, Shan Yu’s sudden summoning of you so late at night certainly put you at a disadvantage! My brother, the Huyan clan, and the Qulin clan are all in favor of your father! No one wants to fight the Han endlessly! You quickly go and discuss this with them.”
Wei Yan straightened himself up, his fierce anger gradually calmed, pushed Lan Yun away, turned around, and lifted the tent’s door, bending down to go out. A few of his guards were about to follow when visitors from the monarch tent stopped them.
“Master!” The guards looked at him.
Wei Yan said, “You guys stay. No need to follow me.”
Lan Yun rose from the ground and chased after him, but Wei Yan did not look back. Under the escort of a line of guards from the monarch’s tent, he walked quickly towards the royal tent in the distance, which was like a mountain peak. His silhouette soon disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Lan Yun helplessly kneeled on the ground, muttering under her breath, “…… He’s crazy …… Does he not want to live …… ”
She was shocked by the thought that popped into her mind and violently jumped up from the ground, pushed away the maid who chased after her, rolled over onto the back of the horse, and flew away.
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Fire flames blazed in the center of the monarch tent, illuminating the four walls of gold. It was late at night, but Shan Yu had not rested. He sat in a jeweled paved white tiger skin gold chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring at Wei Yan.
Shan Yu has already aged. The youth leaned on patricide to ascend to the throne, unable to escape the baptism of the years and become old. After the news of the loss in Shanggu, Shan Yu’s state of mind was set back. The twenty-four kings who came to participate in the conference have not seen him show up for several days, suspecting him secretly.
But even so, at this moment, the way Shan Yu gazed at Wei Yan still with incomparable regal power.
“Where did you go during those days when Wu Wei led the army southward?” Shan Yu coldly asked.
Wei Yan gazed at Shan Yu, slowly kneeling towards him: “I was at Shanggu.”
Shan Yu’s eyes lit up, and he violently withdrew his palm that grasped the throne’s rim, sounding morose: “Wu Wei claimed that it was you who tipped off the Han people and caused his failure in the south.”
“Indeed.” Wei Yan calmly said.
“Not only that, just now, Wu Wei came to my tent to kill me, but I killed him first. His corpse should still be in my tent at this moment.”
Shan Yu abruptly stood up from the throne, widened his eyes, and pointed at Wei Yan. His breathing increased rapidly, and suddenly, ‘clang,’ he pulled out the sword on his waist and strode towards Wei Yan.
“Since you returned to the Xiongnu, I treated you well and did not differentiate you because you grew up in the Wei family! I also know that Wu Wei is incompetent. Once I die, I’m afraid I can’t suppress the twenty-four kings, so it’s not that I haven’t considered abolishing his position as the crown prince. But why have you returned my kindness with retaliation? Have you informed the Han people and then killed my son today?”
Shan Yu questioned sternly, the sword heavily set to the side of Wei Yan’s neck, fiercely pressure down. The blade immediately cut open his skin, leading to bright red blood rustling down along the neck, instantly staining his lapel.
Wei Yan seemed oblivious and fixed his eyes on the fire in the pit. After being out of focus for a moment, he said, “My birth in this world was originally unnecessary. Not only did I fail the Wei family’s kindness, but also Shan Yu’s kindness, non-human and non-ghosts, worse than a pig and dog. It is appropriate and just for Shan Yu to kill me.”
After that, he bent his knees and slowly knelt, closing his eyes calmly.
Shan Yu looked at him angrily, and his face gradually became ugly. At this moment, the unkempt Wu Zhuqu rushed in from outside. He looked anxious, sprinted to the front of Shan Yu, plopped down to kowtow, and said: “Royal Brother! I am the culprit of all things! I can’t only sit back and watch Wu Wei take the credit, so I ordered him to leak the news! I also didn’t like Wu Wei always provoked me, so I ordered him to kill him! If you want to kill him, just kill me; it has nothing to do with him!”
Shan Yu stared at Wu Zhuqu and smiled coldly: “He committed such a crime, so he should have been cut into five pieces, but to absolve him of his crime, you even undertook his fault. Fine, considering he was also a descendant of my surname, I’ll waive the punishment of splitting him into five pieces and leave him with an intact body.” He sternly called out to the guards to enter.
With a burst of chaotic footsteps, the king’s tent door suddenly outstretched, an arrow pierced towards Shan Yu like lightning, and ‘poof’ inserted right into his heart, drilled through the bone.
Shan Yu’s eyes widened, and his body became stiff. A moment later, the sword in his palm fell to the ground, and he fell on his back.
Huyan Lie and King Lan had killed all the people outside the king’s tent, leading the guards to swarm inside and kill all the guards, and then helped Wu Zhuqu to stand up.
Wu Zhuqu glanced at his dead elder brother but still had his eyes open. He closed his brother’s eyes and looked at Wei Yan, whose lapel was bloodstained. He stepped forward and asked quaveringly: “My son, are you alright?”
Wei Yan opened his eyes, looked at Shan Yu’s corpse for a moment, and then got up, leaving the crowd.
That night, the news that Wu Wei was afraid of being blamed by Shan Yu for his defeat, so he killed Shan Yu and was counterattacked by his guards spread rapidly in the royal court. Twenty-four kings, in their sleep, were shocked to hear the change and rushed from their respective tents one after another. After a period of chaotic moments, at the suggestion of King Huyan and King Qulin, they elected Wu Zhuqu to ascend to the throne without any objecting.
In the east at dawn, the autumn dew was still deep like a rhinestone drop onto the tip of the grass leaves. The distant morning fog was dense like a white veil floating in the wilderness.
Wei Yan’s horse, crossing a pile of last night’s remaining embers from the bonfire, galloped away toward the front. The horse’s hooves swept up the white ashes, scattered and fluttered, blowing away with the wind in an unknown direction. He did not know where the destination was, and his heart was confused, like a failed person.
There was a time when the desire for power had made his soul burn and his nights sleepless. Now, he was just one step away from the top of the summit. He can step this vast and beautiful land under his feet, even the south, if he longs for it. But he was not interested. In his heart, there was an unfillable corner. No matter where, he won’t have a place to stay. He was just an outcast, and he knew it in his heart.
Behind the morning mist, a line of fast horses came. As they were closer, accompanied by urgent calls, Wei Yan finally stopped.
Wu Zhuqu drove his horse to his side, and Huyan Lie and Lan’s siblings stopped their horses at the back and waited quietly.
“‘Yan’er! Why do you have to go? Father wants you to stay!”
Wei Yan smiled faintly, “I’ve already helped you get what you wanted and ascend to the throne. What’s the point of asking me to stay?”
Wu Zhuqu looked at him: “When the royal court settles down, I want to make peace with the Han Chinese and stop the war. If you want to leave, I can’t force you to stay. But I’ll leave the position of the Left Virtuous King for you. Once you think clearly, you can come back, okay?”
Wei Yan said nothing, turned his horse, and galloped forward. His figure dispersed a cloud of mist.
Lan Yun rushed towards the torn mist and cried, “Wei Yan! I was your woman for a day, and I’ll be yours my whole life …….”
She hadn’t finished her words, and in a flash, the person and horse before she disappeared.
“He’ll be back, won’t he?” Lan Yun covered her face and lost her voice.
“Give him some time. He’ll slowly figure it out.” King Lan gazed ahead and said.