I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 295 - 247: Lu Xuan Appears at Haoran Mansion!

"Ancestor, that is Princess Xingyue!"

"The thirteenth daughter of the late emperor, the current majesty’s full-blooded sister."

Wen Lingyun’s face was full of terror, his voice continually trembling and choking.

He couldn’t believe that his ancestor would be unaware of the weight behind these identities!

"If His Majesty learns of this matter, no matter how great our Wen Family’s abilities, we’re likely to face a catastrophe with no place to die!"

Wen Lingyun collapsed on the cold ground, his face as pale as paper, devoid of blood.

He shakily raised a hand, his index finger pointing directly at Wen Mochen, the fingertip trembling uncontrollably.

Following this, Wen Lingyun tilted his head up, his gaze fixated on his ancestor Wen Fengyuan, and spoke hoarsely.

"Ancestor!"

"The deeds of this bastard are driving our Wen Family to a dead end, aiming to ruin the entire family!"

Wen Lingyun’s actions at this moment were merely the last struggle of a trapped beast.

Now that things have come to this, everything has settled into place.

Whatever the Wen Family does will only be futile; it’s already too late.

The Wen Family, once a prominent family within the Great Xia dynasty.

Now, they have completely embarked on an irretrievable path.

The empress of the capital, her majesty’s wrath is unpredictable, her methods swift and resolute, her character decisive.

Towards acts that offend royal dignity, she has always imposed severe punishment, so how could she easily forgive the Wen Family’s transgressions?

Even if the Wen Family’s ancestor was once granted the title of Duke Rong by the late emperor.

But in the face of such heinous crimes, that former glory is no more than smoke, utterly useless.

After all, as the most beloved thirteenth daughter of the late emperor, Princess Xingyue is the empress’s full-blooded sister.

Her status is exceedingly noble, tolerating no desecration.

In the Great Xia dynasty, whoever dares harm Princess Xingyue, no matter who they are, is destined to face death!

Wen Fengyuan slowly lowered his head, his eyes cloudy yet emitting a hint of coldness.

His side glance swept over the prostrate Wen Lingyun and the nearby Wen Mochen with indifference.

In the next moment, Wen Fengyuan’s face seemed covered in frost, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, his thin lips moved slightly.

"Enough!"

Though those two words were spoken very quietly, they were filled with an unquestionable tone.

After a pause, Wen Fengyuan continued, "You two, leave!"

After speaking, he slightly raised his head, his gaze looking into the distance, as if pondering something.

A moment later, Wen Fengyuan spoke again.

"From today onwards, aside from the people I send to take care of Princess Xingyue, no one else is allowed to step into this place."

As soon as Wen Fengyuan’s words fell, a terrifying and invisible force surged and roared around him.

Then, he slowly lifted his right hand, casually waving his sleeve, the action seemingly indifferent yet carrying a mighty momentum.

In an instant, a thick and majestic force swept in.

This irresistible strong force enveloped Wen Lingyun and Wen Mochen in midair, gently carrying them outside the door.

As Wen Mochen’s feet touched the ground, his inner qi instantly burst out violently, his aura in disarray.

Then, his entire being turned into a blurry afterimage, darting towards the distance, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wen Mochen was truly afraid.

In his heart, his father Wen Lingyun had already transformed into a madman who had lost all reason.

This madman even personally killed his own wife!

That was the woman Wen Lingyun lived with for many years, whom he married with open approval, and was the person closest to him in this world.

Wen Lingyun paid no mind to Wen Mochen’s panicked and hasty departure.

He seemed to be drained of all strength, still slumping in place, his eyes staring blankly into the room.

To be exact, Wen Lingyun’s gaze pierced through multiple obstructions, locking tightly on the lowered curtain behind the bed.

A woman lay silently there.

That woman was once incomparably noble, now ruined by his own son, Princess Xingyue.

At this moment, she no longer carried her former unmatched grace, resembling a prematurely withered flower in the dim, oppressive room.

Wen Lingyun gazed at Princess Xingyue, his eyes filled with complex and indistinct emotions, including fear, regret, and deep despair.

It was as if, through her, he was facing the impending doom of the entire Wen Family.

However, Wen Lingyun did not stare for long, as four guards dressed in pure white robes suddenly appeared beside him.

Their footsteps were light, their movements swift, cautiously approaching Wen Lingyun, then steadily supporting him upright.

Wen Lingyun was now devoid of any consciousness, allowing the guards to hold him, his body limp and weak, his eyes hollow.

These four guards dared not relax in the slightest, carefully supporting Wen Lingyun as they walked slowly towards the door.

Before long, the group disappeared at the end of the dim corridor.

Shortly after they left, the once-open door slammed shut with a loud "bang."

The loud closing sound echoed in the quiet space, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The brightly lit room was suddenly engulfed in darkness, with only a few weak candlelights flickering, barely illuminating this small area.