Imperial Treasure
Chapter 163 - 124: Workshop

Chapter 163: Chapter 124: Workshop

Gong Jiu?

"I have to go to the hospital to see them, just don’t know if the people from the three sides will start fighting in the hospital," Sui Yi learned that Gong Jiu and his group were packed up together and sent to the nearest town hospital, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, with not much to pack anyway.

She simply wrapped the Demon Que in a long cloth and carried it on her back, then stepped out of the house.

Heading to town?

On the road, many vehicles were parked, Jiang Yunxiu carefully looked towards Yi Chilian who kept his eyes closed as if resting.

Despite teasing Yi Chilian fearlessly on normal days, one should not disturb him the moment he emits such an aura.

Being too familiar meant knowing some forbidden areas should not be touched.

It seemed that the last time he showed this demeanor was three years ago when his closest kin passed away...

Nobody dared to make a sound.

And at this moment.

Many fleeting thoughts passed through Yi Chilian’s mind, business, academia, family...

He deliberately recalled these distractions, the more he thought, the more they grew, but they retreated quickly... Nonetheless, he couldn’t avoid recalling a phrase he once saw in a book.

An encounter is fate, a second meeting is destiny, the third signifies it is meant to be.

This was the third time.

She always emerged from the water, appearing before him.

His grandfather once said that a high monk predicted at his birth: Born from water, the lotus is pure and simple, fate arises and perishes in a single thought.

But he was naturally lacking the water element.

Therefore, his name contained ’Chi’ and ’Lian,’ implying an endless cycle of life.

He never really believed this, but now, it seems like he has no choice but to believe.

However, when she rejected him once again before, and treated him with distant politeness, it felt as if he was grasping water in his hand, slipping away in the blink of an eye, impossible to hold onto.

She was like the wind, like the water.

Should he try to grasp it?

Or was it all just an illusion, and they aren’t really familiar, are they?

He needed to think it over.

"Let’s drive,"

Yi Chilian suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Yunxiu was startled, "Eh, aren’t we waiting? Maybe she’ll come out soon..."

"There’s no need, since she said she would go by herself, then she wants to be by herself, waiting any longer is dull,"

Besides, he needed to figure things out.

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Pottery Kiln, workshop.

Lush and verdant woods stretched on endlessly, Sui Yi once thought this place was quite gloomy and damp, but now it seemed quaint and profound.

The door was unlocked, it seems it was always left unlocked.

The wind blew, creaking softly, as if one could simply push the door and enter. Inside, the desolate workshop with many pottery jars on the table, was still lonely and isolated.

Green moss on the wall had turned a dark black.

The many pottery jars appeared to have been neglected for some time, covered in dust.

In the backyard of the pond where the big Banyan Tree stood, the emerald water still reflected the verdant mountains and the haunting Banyan Tree,

Only the cold wind whirled, with rarely even a bird’s chirp heard from the mountains behind.

Suddenly, with a splash, a dark yellow hand emerged from the water, holding onto a stone slab. A person’s head surfaced, gasping for air, struggling to climb out of the water, then collapsed onto the ground, slowly breathing.

His chest was bleeding.

The blood wouldn’t stop.

Did he survive? But had he ever really lived?

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but want to cry.

Yet, he couldn’t cry.

As if his tears had dried up many years ago.

"Where is he?"

A faint, tranquil voice echoed in the air, crisper and cooler than the trees.

Damp eyes blinked a few times, his body stiffened, slowly looking towards the door.

The door was originally closed, unbeknownst to when it had opened, there stood a person, carrying a long object wrapped in a green cloth behind her.

She stood there, in black pants and a white shirt, wearing a thin black and brown leather jacket, simple sneakers, a very familiar attire.

A very beautiful girl.

"Is it you... Did you guess it was me? Or did you simply want to come here to visit your grandfather?"

Sui Yi looked at the man lying on the ground, like a catfish caught between life and death, her tongue slightly raised with a hint of faint bitterness.

"Do you want me to call you Master Shen, or Ye Luanyun?"

Ye Luanyun was silent for a while before he chuckled quietly, "Ye Luanyun is fine. I once hated this name, but now, if you call me by that name, he might be a bit happier."

"Seventh Uncle... I’m very sorry about what happened to him, but if given another chance, I would still do the same," Sui Yi stepped across the threshold, looking up at the large banyan tree.

"After all, what he did is beyond my forgiveness."

Ye Luanyun lay on the ground, watching Sui Yi, his eyes devoid of the resentment they held before, filled only with a light melancholy, "I know you didn’t kill him. Your dagger pierced the abdomen, but the fatal blow came from an arrow to the chest."

He had noticed it when he received the corpse.

After speaking, he paused, "As for what he did... I once had a child, his grandson."

A grandson?

Sui Yi considered this for a moment, then said, "He told me that it was..."

"Killed by those Corpse People, right? You definitely don’t believe it now. I made those Corpse People, how could they harm my son...?" Ye Luanyun propped himself up and turned over on the ground, as if finding a bit more comfort.

Gazing at the sky, he closed his eyes as if recalling the past.

"He died young, naturally. He was very small back then, only up to my knees. We all called him Little Turnip Head... My father loved him dearly, always running around the hills with him.... But life and death are dictated by the heavens, sudden illness struck as it pleased, and the family spent all we had, you couldn’t imagine us from the Ye family, guardians of such a vast palace, unable to procure even ten thousand for the surgery... We were too poor then, couldn’t scrape a penny, I even considered stealing from the palace, planning to sell something... Father wouldn’t allow it, but I disobeyed and took a jade cup to sell, and finally got thirty thousand for it, we had the surgery money then, and there was nothing Father could do about it..."

"But no one expected the surgery to fail... Little Turnip Head still died. Not long after, my mother, and my wife, also died mysteriously, their deaths were tragic, as if cursed, self-plundering, it was a curse from the heavens... My father was in great agony, filled with regrets, but I was full of hatred... hatred for this palace, for the so-called guardianship duties of the Ye family... until I unintentionally saw the scrolls among your grandfather’s belongings and heard about the existence of a mysterious treasure within this palace that could resurrect people... I was tempted..."

Once tempted, the Heart Demon also arrived.

"I secretly learned the Ye family’s forbidden Witchcraft Gu Technique and raised the Corpse Gu. Because I missed my son, I created the Bitter Ghost Doll..."

So it was all Ye Luanyun’s doing? Then Seventh Uncle...

"Your grandfather’s corpse was also used by me because I hated him for insisting that I shouldn’t leave the village to make money back then, which led to..."

Ye Luanyun seemed to struggle to speak, his past resentments stirring with such intensity that his eyes appeared ferocious as he said this.

Sui Yi processed these words rapidly in her mind, glancing at him once again.

"The reason Seventh Uncle later took your place was that he feared the curse might still be present in the palace. So, wanting to bear the burden for you, he became the Ghostface Man, doing the last few things for you, including all the killing."

"Yes, he trapped me to take my place."

Ye Luanyun remembered his father drugging him shortly before, and as he was about to pass out, his father leaned down his aged body and touched his head with withered palms saying, "Yunzi, don’t be afraid, your mother, your wife, Little Turnip Head, they will all come back fine and well... don’t be scared... and don’t cry...."

Then, his father left and never returned.

He woke up too late.

Ye Luanyun closed his eyes.

Fearful? Indeed, there is nothing left to fear now.

Everyone who could die had died.

Maybe, the curse that began with his wife and mother didn’t end there.

It seemed to have continued onto his father.

Next, it might be his turn.

Ye Luanyun was silent, and Sui Yi maintained silence for a while as well.

The wind from the back mountain descended, carrying the faint aroma of leaves, a bit astringent, a bit bitter.

Ye Luanyun closed his eyes, and after a long time, he heard Sui Yi’s voice.

"I won’t kill you."

He opened his eyes, a flicker of light in his gaze...

"Shouldn’t you be happy?" Sui Yi looked down at him, her voice cooler than the water in the pond.

"After saying so much, aren’t you just trying to make me feel pity and spare you?"

Ye Luanyun’s expression turned fierce, and he roared with anger, "If that was the case, I could’ve easily shifted all blame to my father instead of..."

"That would be too obvious, you know I wouldn’t believe it. You might as well mix some truth with lies. However, I do believe most of what you said is true, but there’s one thing that’s false. For instance, you’ve given up on revenge. In other words, you haven’t given up on killing me, even though you know it wasn’t I who killed Seventh Uncle."

Sui Yi was adept at reading people, or rather, she had a knack for understanding human nature. Ye Luanyun was a person who suppressed his emotions, and was also very stubborn. Once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t easily let it go.

Whether it was she who killed Seventh Uncle or Ah Guna, it didn’t matter.

The death of Seventh Uncle was ultimately her doing.

So he would not forget to take revenge.

Just this alone gave Sui Yi enough reason to kill him!

But what she had said before was...

Ye Luanyun’s expression went through several changes in an instant before he growled in a hoarse voice with an extremely cold gaze, "Then why do you say you’ll spare me?"

Sui Yi stood with her hands in her pockets, luminous and still.

"You heard me right."

Ye Luanyun truly found it hard to believe, and he felt that Sui Yi had no reason to lie to him, so he asked, "Why? Do you pity me?"

His expression became very vicious.

Sui Yi tilted her head and said indifferently, "Does it matter? If I say I pity you, can you refuse my pity?"

Her expression was blank, her tone indifferent, showing a great deal of disdain.

How irritating! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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