The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Wan Qiu was deceiving the emperor, and Zhan Beili did not believe him.

Grandpa Yaba beside him had fainted from the killing pressure emanating from the emperor, leaving Wan Qiu with his heavy clothes soaked with sweat, struggling to survive in the late spring cold of March.

Wan Qiu crawled a few steps on his knees, knelt at the feet of the overwhelming emperor, kowtowed frantically, and sobbed in grief: “Your Majesty, please understand! Lian Zhou is indeed dead! He was chased and killed when he was just given birth. He suffered many injuries and was covered in blood… When my husband and I found him, Lian Zhou was already gone… My husband also spent a lot of effort to save the child… Your Majesty!”

Wan Qiu put his hands together in a desperate begging gesture: “I really dare not lie to Your Majesty! I really dare not! Yun’er… my Yun’er is only a little kid, he knows nothing. Please show mercy, Your Majesty! Please show mercy, Your Majesty!”

He began to kowtow again as he spoke, and the splashes of blood fell onto the surface of Zhan Beili’s boots like red plums.

Zhan Beili narrowed eyes and a cold voice: “You dare to deceive the emperor; you deserve to die.” He had already clenched his fists behind his back.

Everything Wan Qiu said matched Linlang’s story. His Lian Zhou…

Was he really dead?

Wan Qiu bit his lip and cried, refusing to change his words. Zhan Beili demanded that he led the way.

Green mountains, lonely graves, nameless monuments.

The soul-stirring young shuanger in red seemed to be right in front of him. Zhan Beili did not believe that Lian Zhou had died and had to confirm it with his own eyes.

The black-clothed emperor pursed his lips slightly and said in a low and solemn voice, “Dig the grave and open the coffin.”

Wan Qiu felt a chill on his back when he heard this, and the hair on his body stood up. He looked at the emperor’s majestic back with some fear and did not understand what he intended to do.

—Even if he died, would he not let Lian Zhou rest in peace?

The Deadly Forest was like spring all year round, and everyone present was shivering.

The grave was quickly dug, and the moment the coffin lid was opened, Zhan Beili shook slightly.

The body inside was covered in blood and dirty hair and was completely rotten.

Zhan Beili’s eyes were like knives as he slowly squatted down in the extremely shocked eyes of the crowd. He stretched out his noble hand and touched the skull of the corpse, inch by inch.

The guards lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at the emperor’s actions. Wan Qiu couldn’t help but gasp, never imagining that things would develop into this.

After Linlang had left that day, Shan Yu had picked up a dead body of similar stature to Lian Zhou’s from the mass grave. He dressed up the body and tried his best to make it look like Lian Zhou…

Shan Yu had anticipated that the emperor might open the coffin to examine the body, but he never thought the emperor would touch Lian Zhou’s body in a pile of dead water and rotten meat.

As the saying said, beauty laid in the bones, not in the skin. Lian Zhou’s bones were well-proportioned and his face structures was stunning. If the emperor was close to Lian Zhou, he would definitely be able to tell that the body was not Lian Zhou’s.

As time passed, Zhan Beili’s expression changed from grief to surprise, and finally returned to calmness.

This was not Lian Zhou.

No.

Wan Qiu didn’t need Zhan Beili to threaten him anymore. He closed his eyes and passed out.

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Wan Qiu heard the cries of the little bun and Grandpa Yaba, and there was a faint smell of burnt fur.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was locked in a cell. Shan Yu was being hung in the air through a cell door and tortured.

“Husband…husband! Husband!” Wan Qiu didn’t care about the crying little bun. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Shan Yu randomly, crying sadly, “Husband! Husband!”

Shan Yu had little consciousness left.

As soon as he came back from the Deadly Forest, he was captured by the emperor and taken to the cell to be interrogated about Lian Zhou’s whereabouts. After a day and a night of torture, Shan Yu’s life was hanging by a thread, and his will was gradually collapsing.

Death was acceptable, but the pain was unbearable.

When Wan Qiu shouted, Shan Yu knew something was terribly wrong.

The emperor, sitting behind the desk, took a sip of hot tea and asked Shan Yu for the nth time, “Where is Lian Zhou?”

Shan Yu did not answer, and Wan Qiu was dragged out.

To threaten someone effectively, one must target their vulnerabilities. Wan Qiu was undoubtedly Shan Yu’s soft spot. In the past, Wan Qiu had always wondered who was more important to Shan Yu—himself or Lian Zhou?

Now the truth would be revealed.

Shan Yu, who had been gritting his teeth and holding on, finally spoke, his voice filled with hatred: “You are an emperor! Come at me if you have the guts! What’s the big deal about bullying a shuanger!”

Zhan Beili was very satisfied with Shan Yu’s reaction. He stood up and walked in front of Shan Yu, asking again with cold, bone-chilling eyes, “Where is Lian Zhou?”

Shan Yu’s face was covered with blood, and his expression could not be clearly seen. Only his cold eyes were full of indifference.

Zhan Beili was too lazy to waste words and waved his sleeves, signalling for Wan Qiu to be tortured.

The red iron was approaching his face, and Wan Qiu screamed in fear, crying and dodging: “Husband! Husband! Husband!”

Shan Yu was willing to give up his life for Lian Zhou, so Wan Qiu did not expect him to compromise for him.

He called out to him like a person screaming “Ahhhh” when they were most scared, instinctively trying to give himself some courage.

Wan Qiu was pressed to the ground, sobbing helplessly and fearfully with his eyes closed. Before his tears could flow, they were dried by the heat of the branding iron.

“Ah! Husband!”

It hurt, didn’t it?

It must have hurt!

Would it leave a scar?

It definitely would!

Wan Qiu wished the emperor would kill him with one swift stroke, rather than enduring such inhuman torture. He kicked his legs randomly, like a fish on a table waiting to be slaughtered.

The man holding the branding iron was ready to execute him, only waiting for the emperor’s order to press the hot iron against Wan Qiu’s face.

Zhan Beili looked at Shan Yu, noting how he bit his lower lip tightly, refusing to relent. Just as he was about to give the signal, Shan Yu suddenly roared, “I said! I said it! I said it all! Don’t touch him! Don’t touch him!”

Psychological warfare—it was a matter of who could endure the longest.

Shan Yu could undoubtedly die for Lian Zhou, a cherished brother and friend, but he had to admit that Wan Qiu was his weakness and could not be abandoned.

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Shan Yu recovered in ten days.

The emperor used the miraculous medicine he had borrowed from King Yan on the battlefield. The effect was good, though any potential long-term consequences of the medicine were of no concern to the emperor.

Before leading the emperor to the Deadly Forest, Shan Yu fought for a brief moment to be with Wan Qiu.

A guard with a knife stood not far behind the screen. Shan Yu kissed Wan Qiu, and his fingers brushed his waist, creating an ambiguous sound of fabric rubbing together.

“I’ll wait for you at the exit of the tunnel at midnight three days from now…” Shan Yu whispered in his ear, “If you want to come with me, bring the child. I’ll only wait for you for half an hour.”

Wan Qiu panted on Shan Yu’s shoulder, his mind in a turmoil.

The guard behind the screen, watching intently, reminded them: “Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time; it’s time to set off.”

“Wan Qiu…” Shan Yu pushed Wan Qiu against the wall, his tongue moving passionately, as if it were his final moments. He looked at Wan Qiu with a solemn expression, “I hope you will come.”