The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 209 - The Last Book



Chapter 209 - The Last Book

Mu Zhixiao clasped his hands together and bowed, then slowly took out the brocade handkerchief under the woman's pillow. When he unfolded it, he found that it was not a brocade handkerchief, but a large piece of brocade torn from the man's robe, with something densely written in blood on it.

"A last letter? This doesn't look like a woman's handwriting." Qing Mo murmured as he stood beside him.

"I don't think so. Why don't we take a look at what's written here?" Seeing Qingmo nodded slightly, Mu Zhixiao began to read softly.

Last Book: I, Mu Ze, have been upright and honest all my life. When I was young, I aspired to lead my people to escape from the desolate land and live a life with warm clothes and full stomachs. I would not regret it even if I spent my entire life without thinking about personal affairs. However, some things will happen and some people will appear. Not only can I not stop them, but even the Beast God can't stop them.

One cold winter, my brother and I led several men from our clan to sneak into the territory of the neighboring Chu tribe to hunt. The area was rich in water, lush in grass, and rich in prey. It was truly an oasis. We were about to return with a full load, but we did not expect that a pretty girl would jump out from the intersection on the way back and block our way.

The woman asked about our intentions, and after knowing our intentions, she did not try to stop us and just left with a smile.

Later I learned that this girl was the eldest daughter of the chief of the Chu clan. Over time, the ties between the two clans became closer. The Chu clan wanted to marry this girl to my clan, and I was the chosen candidate. For the sake of the development of the clan, I agreed.

On the day of the grand ceremony, we sent sheep, cattle and horses to the Chu clan. Among the crowd, a lady who looked like an immortal caught my eye and I could never forget her for the rest of my life. At that time, I didn’t know that my brother also fell in love with me at first sight. Everything that happened since then must have been a disaster.

Several years after the ceremony, I had a son and a daughter, but I was never truly happy. Looking at my brother Mu Zhao, who ran between the two clans with flowers in his hands every day and smiled, my jealousy grew day by day, and I even gradually developed the desire to kill him.

Not long after, Mu Zhao came to see me with joy and told me that the woman agreed to marry him and hoped that I would set a good date for the two of them. In an instant, evil thoughts grew in my heart and I could no longer suppress them, and my good spirit was gradually devoured.

On the day of their wedding, I ordered Mu Zhao to take people to stop them immediately, on the pretext of foreign invasion. When they parted, the way they were flirting with each other at the door hurt my eyes and heart even more, and the murderous intent in my heart grew stronger.

After Mu Zhao left, I wanted to do something indecent to her. In a panic, she cut her face with the animal fang ornament around her neck. In an instant, my eyes were filled with nothing but blood, and I fled in panic.

After thinking about it all night, I lied to her the next day and told her that Mu Zhao had died tragically in the war. From then on, she never ate again. She sat at the gate of the clan, looking at the direction where Mu Zhao left without saying a word. She also ignored the wound on her face, letting it fester and bleed, and kept playing the ten-stringed harp he gave her.

Five days later, Mu Zhao returned home in a panic. He saw her leaning against the railing waiting for him at the clan gate from a distance. He was overjoyed and ran to hug her. However, after a moment of joy, he discovered that the person in his arms had already died.

When he lowered his eyes, he found that the fingers of the person in his arms were already bloody and bruised. On the blood-stained strings lay a piece of cloth alone, with the words "The mandarin duck has gone, where is the duck left?" written in blood.

"Ah! Ah!"

Mu Zhao immediately rushed into my tent like a madman and questioned me. I wanted to hide it, but unexpectedly my wife did not tell me a word. Mu Zhao beat me until I was only left with one breath and then left in anger. I rested for a long time before I recovered.

Mu Zhao has been fond of studying strange and ghostly arts since he was a child. When he was a child, he found an ugly jade from somewhere and poured blood into it every day without interruption.

On the day she passed away, Mu Zhao carved the jade into a tiger and placed it in her mouth. After that, Mu Zhao went crazy.


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