Xiao Chonghuan deeply regretted marrying such a venomous woman, who rendered him infertile. As for the death of his biological son Xiao Jingyuan, he also bore much of the responsibility. He was so furious and grief-stricken that he wanted to tear Shen Yun to pieces. "Lady, do not cry."
Bending down, he helped Shen Yun up from the ground as she clung to his thigh.
"Master?" Shen Yun saw his gentle facial expression and looked at him with doubt. Could it be that her husband believed her? In reality, she had secretly put dicine in her husband’s food to render him infertile, because he always liked getting involved with the servant girls. If it hadn’t been for this drastic asure, who knows how many children he would have fathered, "You believe now?"
Xiao Chonghuan embraced her, "We are old now, you’ve said we have been husband and wife for decades."
Seeing that the anger in his eyes had subsided, Shen Yun thought to herself that preserving her life ca first, and she would never admit to having administered infertility dicine to him.
She leaned against her husband’s chest, feeling relieved that he still cherished so husband-and-wife affection.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide as intense pain radiated from her chest.
Xiao Chonghuan pushed her away, only to see a dagger embedded in Shen Yun’s chest.
The entire blade had sunk into her chest, and his hand was gripping the hilt.
Xiao Chonghuan pulled out the dagger, and blood imdiately gushed from Shen Yun’s wound.
"Master, you..." Shen Yun’s eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared with wide, yellowing eyeballs.
"I always suspected that my infertility was not due to a natural decline in my health," Xiao Chonghuan said sternly. "I suspected you of poisoning and covertly sent soone to observe you and Aunt Xing, but found no evidence. Moreover, there was Chuan’er, your biological son, so I let it go and did not pursue the matter further. I never imagined that Xiao Yuchuan was actually the hunter Xiao Hai’s son, while my biological son Xiao Jingyuan had been by my side the whole ti, yet I believed he wasn’t my son. He has died in such a manner. Had I known earlier that Jingyuan was my biological son, how could I have borne to let him perish?"
Shen Yun’s body went limp on the ground, and she hoarsely called out, "Quick... hurry, call a doctor..."
The guards in the room did not move.
Changshou, who was brought in, had turned pale with fear and dared not utter a sound after witnessing Aunt Xing’s death by ramming into a pillar.
Upon seeing Lady Xiao stabbed by Master Xiao, he beca even more frightened, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Changshou tried to slip away.
Xiao Chonghuan gestured to the guards, and one guard picked up a knife and hurled it.
With a cry, Changshou was struck by the knife and died.
Shen Yun lay on the ground, fiercely struggling for survival; she cried hoarsely, "Call a doctor... I... don’t want to die..."
Xiao Chonghuan stood coldly aside, watching her blood gush out in torrents, soaking her entire body. His old face was full of cruel disdain, "Lady, you should have died long ago. Without you, this vile woman, what fear do I have of lacking a wife? What fear do I have of lacking children? Without you, I’d have had a plethora of children; you, this vile woman, dood to a solitary existence, and my only biological son Xiao Jingyuan is dead; I have no other son, and you dood , Xiao Chonghuan, to be childless!"
He took a deep breath, "Tell , how can I swallow this bitterness?"
He walked over to Shen Yun’s body and stomped viciously on her wound.
"Ah! Ah!" She scread in agony.
The more she scread, the harder he stomped.
Bitter hatred radiated from Shen Yun’s eyes, and in profound pain, she sorrowfully closed them.
Xiao Chonghuan ordered the guards present, "Chop Shen Yun and Aunt Xing’s dead bodies into eighteen pieces to feed the dogs!"
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