Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
âStatus? Youâre just a mere cousin of the Empress,â General Hong sneered. âDo you think anyone will care about what happens here tonight?â
âYouâ¦â Gu Chengsi sputtered, outraged.
âMake your choice,â General Hong pressed. âThe account book or your sonâs life.â
âHusband,â Mrs. Bai pleaded, âjust give it to him! The child is more important!â
Gu Chengsi clenched his fists, torn between his familyâs safety and duty. âI told you, the account book isnât with me!â
Despite his defiance, a flicker of doubt betrayed his words. He knew that handing over the evidence would doom them all.
âStubborn old fool,â General Hong snarled. âDonât say I didnât warn you.â He drew his saber, aiming for Gu Jiehui.
The young boy shrieked, tears streaming down his face.
Mrs. Baiâs scream of âNo!â echoed through the night.
General Hong relished their terror. âChange your mind yet? Account book for your sonâs life.â
Mrs. Baiâs vision swam with despair. She looked at Gu Chengsi, his face rigid with anger and fear, and fainted.
Before he could respond, a sudden crack of thunder split the sky. A bolt of lightning struck General Hong directly, his hair standing on end as his body convulsed.
He crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Gu Jiehui, momentarily stunned, bolted towards Gu Chengsi, seeking refuge in his fatherâs arms.
The soldiers surrounding them erupted in confusion. Shouts filled the air as they checked on their fallen leader. Several rushed him away, desperately seeking a doctor.
The remaining soldiers exchanged fearful glances. Witnessing the divine intervention, none dared approach the Gu family. However, they tightened their siege around the residence, unwilling to retreat.
Relief washed over Zhou Ying as she witnessed the scene unfold. With a focused thought, she directed her spiritual awareness like a needle, piercing Mrs. Baiâs pressure point, and her eyes fluttered open.
âMy son!â she cried frantically. Spotting Gu Jiehui safe in Gu Chengsiâs arms, her anger flared.
She turned to confront her husband, ready to unleash a torrent of blame, only to stop when she saw her son crying in her husbandâs arms.
âYouâre alright, youâre alright,â Gu Chengsi reassured them, wiping his sonâs tears.
âIt must have been Mother God. He struck Hong Li with lightning.â
âIndeed. For now, they shouldnât bother us further. However, itâs difficult to say how long this reprieve will last.â
Turning serious, he addressed his wife and son. âNo matter who asks, remember to deny any knowledge of the account book.â
âBut what if they kill us?â Mrs. Bai challenged, her voice laced with defiance.
Gu Chengsi explained solemnly, âHanding over the account book seals our fate. This way, thereâs still a chance.â
Meanwhile, Zhou Ying followed General Hongâs entourage. He lay gasping for breath, his life fading with each shallow intake.
The local doctorâs limited skills offered no hope for recovery, and General Hong could only cling desperately to life.
Suddenly, a richly dressed middle-aged man rushed in, accompanied by another doctor.
The soldiers immediately bowed as the man entered. âGreetings, Magistrate,â they murmured.