Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1227: There is a beauty in the east of the city, as beautiful as a celestial nymph

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1227: There is a beauty in the east of the city, as beautiful as a celestial nymph

Miss Liu, clinging to the arm of Liu Yuanwai, saw a person and a fox on the bed but did not realize that Young Master Huo had already left this world.

Her eyes fiery with rage, she stared at the little fox and accused Liu Yuanwai, "Father, it’s this fox! She knocked me unconscious! I want to flay her muscles and strip her bones!"

Liu Yuanwai looked at the white fox beside Young Master Huo’s pillow and thought his daughter was making up a preposterous excuse to break off her engagement.

He gently patted his daughter’s hand and said with a smile, "Alright, as you wish."

The next moment, Liu Yuanwai commanded his servants sternly, "What are you standing around for? Do as the young lady says!"

The servants obeyed immediately, rushing to the bed and seizing the heartbroken, nearly dead little fox.

One servant drew his ornamental knife from his waist and stabbed it into the belly of the little fox.

The fox’s miserable screams echoed through the room instantly.

Blood sprayed from the little fox, splattering everyone nearby.

The servant who had done the deed, wiping the blood off his face, walked forward and skillfully began to skin the fox.

The little fox, held firmly on the ground by several servants, craned her neck to see the lifeless Young Master Huo on the bed, tears incessantly flowing from her fox eyes.

The room resounded with her pitiful cries, like a child wailing, that made one’s skin crawl.

Miss Liu watched this chilling scene, yet she felt a great sense of relief and smiled, "Don’t let her die, the fur will be ruined, and that would be a waste."

"Yes, young lady."

The servants quickly skinned the fox.

The little fox, her body covered in blood and flesh, looked horrifyingly grotesque, making it difficult for anyone to look directly at her.

She was still alive without her fur, which was the most painful part.

If Young Master Huo were still alive, how could he bear to see his beloved pet, which he had raised for many years, endure such excruciating torture?

Miss Liu, not yet satisfied, pointed at the mass of bloody flesh on the ground and said venomously, "Strip her bones for me. I want to see what else she can do to act arrogantly!"

The servant, not very skilled in extracting bones, tore into the little fox’s flesh and slowly searched for the bones inside, causing the trembling little fox to let out a barely audible, weak cry.

When the first bone was extracted, the little fox, whose breath was nearly gone, could not even afford to make a sound.

With her last breath, she raised her head to look at the Young Master on the bed, her fox mouth slightly open, emitting a faint, affectionate wail.

The second bone was forcibly pulled out, and the little fox trembled all over in agony.

Enduring the pain of bone stripping, the little fox felt as if someone were stabbing her heart and brutally scraping her flesh.

Her frail body could no longer hold on, and she was dying.

Her only regret was not being able to stay by her master’s side.

When the third bone was extracted, the servants of the Liu Family felt she posed no threat, and they all let go of their grip.

The little fox wriggled her body, inching towards the bed, knowing she was close to death.

She exhausted all her strength to move less than half an inch closer to Young Master Huo but was brutally dragged back by a heavy hand.

The torture of bone stripping continued, and the little fox had no strength left to struggle.

"What are you doing?!"

A furious roar came from the doorway.

The county prefect, arriving with the royal physician, looked in disbelief at the bloody scene inside the room, trembling with anger.

Miss Liu calmly walked forward to report, but the county prefect slapped her harshly across the face.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

The county magistrate forcefully pushed away the shocked Miss Liu and instructed the imperial physician behind him to enter the room and examine his son.

Upon entering the room, the imperial physicians saw that Young Master Huo was lying on the bed and no longer required a pulse check; he had died a while ago, and his body was in an unnatural state.

Seeing that the physicians made no move but merely gazed at him with pity, the county magistrate realized everything.

Liu Yuanwai had not yet noticed that something was wrong. Smiling, he stepped forward, "County magistrate, my daughter has a temperamental nature; she only argued with an animal. Please be magnanimous and don’t take it to heart. I have spoiled the child."

Kneeling beside the bed with a sorrowful expression, the county magistrate ignored Liu Yuanwai and turned to look at a small fox on the floor, which had lost both of its leg bones and had its rib cage torn open, slowly dragging its bloodied body toward them.

He staggered to his feet, walked over to the little fox, and, disregarding the heavy scent of blood on her, cradled her small body in his arms and placed her beside his son’s pillow.

Young Master Huo and the little fox were finally nestled together again.

Sadly, this time, they had both become cold, lifeless bodies.

Using her last breath to crawl beside Young Master Huo, the little fox, when placed by the county magistrate next to him, shakily raised her head, sniffed gently at his temple, and then contentedly closed her eyes.

The county magistrate, with tears streaming down grievingly, looked at his son and his beloved pet on the bed, his entire being enveloped in a heavy air of sadness.

After a long while, he roared, "Someone come here!"

Several servants armed with clubs rushed in from outside.

The county magistrate turned and pointed at the panicked and pale Liu Yuanwai and Miss Liu, his voice low and filled with hatred, "Take these two down, lock them in the dungeon!"

The servants immediately complied, "Yes, master!"

They forcefully dragged Liu Yuanwai and Miss Liu out, ignoring their struggles and pleas.

With the death of Young Master Huo, the county magistrate had his son buried together with the little fox, marking the tombstone as a joint burial for husband and wife.

Following the death of Young Master Huo, the Daqian Dynasty seemed to have run out of luck; wars erupted on the borders, demons and ghosts were rampant among the people, creating panic, causing turmoil in the court, and throwing the world into chaos.

The second era.

In Lin’an City, at the East City Gate, there was a wonton shop owner who was a great beauty with heavenly features, skin like creamy jade, and hands as tender as young shoots, perfection from head to toe.

The beauty had a tragic background; she was blind, barely getting by with a wonton stall left by her parents.

One day, a profligate young master, wanting to take her for himself, brought people to smash her stall and had her bound and taken back to his residence.

The beauty, disheveled and frail, her extraordinary appearance now giving off a fragile and broken charm, was irresistibly stirring to those who saw her.

In the presence of onlookers, the profligate son swaggered away with the beauty in tow.

On their way, they encountered a group of people dressed in splendid clothes, conspicuously elegant, led by a man whose gaze coldly fixed on the profligate son and the beauty whose arms were restrained behind her.

Jealousy flashed in the eyes of the profligate son as he looked at the remarkably handsome man, and he said spitefully, "Kid, don’t block my way. If you delay me from consummating my marriage, I’ll break your legs!"

"How dare you!"

A young man in tight-fitting clothes stepped out from behind the man in splendid clothing.

The profligate son laughed, "Who do you think you are? Today I’m marrying a beautiful wife; I won’t stoop to your level. Get lost if you know what’s good for you, or else don’t blame me for being rude!"

The group in splendid clothes did not move, but a beautiful woman beside them tugged at his arm.

"Let’s go, his sleeve bears the imperial guard’s insignia; let’s not meddle."

The man in splendid clothes did not speak, his deep eyes fixated on the repressed, tearful beauty.

Her face was indeed extraordinarily beautiful, but her eyes showed no anxiety and drifted listlessly, clearly blind.

The man in splendid clothing turned to look at the woman beside him with a slightly swollen belly and asked softly, "Are you okay, did the child get scared?"