Changliu and Ye Feisheng - Chapter 1

An eerie silence settled over the room.

After a long while, my young mistress spoke again. “Come here.”

I pressed my lips together and walked slowly over.

Obediently, I knelt on one knee.

She reached toward me.

I instinctively drew back. “Young Mistress, I’m covered in blood. Don’t dirty your hands.”

Her robes were whiter than snow. She looked like an immortal descended to earth. She mustn’t touch such filthy blood.

Her eyes were cold as ice.

“With your skill, killing someone shouldn’t leave this much blood on you. You didn’t simply kill them. You tortured them to death.”

Each word struck me hard in the face.

I bowed my head and said nothing.

Silence again.

At last, she sighed.

“Who upset you?”

I didn’t speak.

She should never have to hear about such filth.

She breathed out softly through her nose, as if she didn’t know what to do with me.

“Changliu, you know who I am. As the young mistress of Immortal Manor, I can find out where you went tonight and what you did without the slightest difficulty.”

“Would you rather I heard it from someone else, or from you?”

I hesitated for a long time.

She waited quietly.

She had always been patient.

After all, both her legs were disabled. She couldn’t go anywhere.

Patience was the one thing she had in abundance.

After turning it over in my head, I finally chose my words. “Young Mistress, some indecent picture books have been circulating lately…”

I looked up at her.

Her face was indifferent. She seemed wholly uninterested in what those “indecent picture books” contained.

I gritted my teeth. “I… dealt with the people who drew them.”

Her gaze drifted toward the bright moon outside the window.

“What did they draw?”

“…Things no one should have to look at. I don’t want to sully your ears.”

“Were they about me?”

“…”

I lowered my head again.

Her voice was soft. “Erotic pictures?”

I struggled to contain my angry breathing.

The thought of those pictures made me want to kill all over again.

I regretted letting those bastards die so easily!

“Did I give you permission to act on your own?”

“…I was wrong.”

“Never mind. You were defending me. Before you killed them, did you find out who put them up to it?”

“I checked. No one. They were just a pack of lust-crazed bastards. They saw you at last month’s Divine Lord Festival and went home to draw that filth.”

“I see.”

She sighed again, her voice full of weariness.

“If no one was behind it, then let them draw. You could have destroyed the pictures and given them a warning. Why did you have to kill them?…And torture them first?”

Her fingertips touched my face.

She barely applied any pressure, but I raised my face as she wished.

She studied my expression.

“What did you do with the bodies?”

“…”

“You didn’t just leave them there?”

“…”

“Changliu, you…do the killing and leave the burial to someone else?”

“It slipped my mind. Forgive me, Young Mistress. I’ll go clean up now.”

“No need.”

Her voice was mild. “I’ve already sent Jingxian.”

I stared at her in astonishment.

The corners of her lips lifted. “You didn’t think I’d spent all this time sitting here doing nothing while I waited for you?”

“I already knew what you went to do, Changliu.”

“I also knew how you broke their bones, one by one.”

“I only wanted to hear you tell me yourself.”

“As for those pictures…”

She slowly drew a rolled picture book from her sleeve. “The artwork is rather good. A shame they insisted on putting men in my bed.”

She tossed it into my arms. “Act without my permission again, and I won’t let you off so easily.”

She turned her wheelchair toward the door. “Burn that, then come and massage my legs.”

“Yes, Young Mistress!”