Chapter 8: Chapter 241: On the Day of the Grand Wedding, How About I Hang You Up?

Linghu Huori had already finished bandaging Prince Duanmu. He couldn't be bothered to deal with him any longer and simply closed his eyes to rest. After all, such attacks were a common occurrence for him.

Although Prince Duanmu was both poisoned and injured, he had received timely treatment from Linghu Huori. While he was somewhat weak, he wasn't so far gone as to lose consciousness and still had enough spirit to lie there talking. Seeing that Linghu Huori was ignoring him, he brought up a topic that made Linghu Huori's eyes snap open instantly: "Hey! Huori, do you want to know why your father was injured back then?"

As expected, Linghu Huori's eyes widened instantly, and he stared fixedly at Duanmu. "If you don't say something even slightly useful, I'll definitely strangle you to death! Or would you prefer to die of poisoning at any moment?"

Prince Duanmu grimaced from the pain of his wounds and said, "The day your father was ambushed, I knew there were two groups of people trying to kill him. Furthermore, it wasn't the work of so-called remnant generals from your enemy nation, Liao, lurking in secret; it was done by your own people."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Huori's slender hands clamped around Prince Duanmu's neck as he demanded, "Speak! How do you know there were two groups? And how do you know it was our own people? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Being strangled, Prince Duanmu's breathing hitched. "Huori, let go of your hands! I'm not the enemy who killed your father, what are you getting so worked up about? Let go, quickly! Otherwise, your husband is going to lose his life at your hands."

Linghu Huori slowly released his grip, but the agitation in his heart was difficult to calm for a long time, nearly causing his blood to surge. When his mother died before his eyes when he was a child, he had no strength to save her. Now that his father had been ambushed by treacherous people, he was still powerless. Therefore, he didn't care much about this marriage; what he wanted most to know was who was targeting the Linghu family. Especially since after his father was seriously injured, it was claimed to be the work of enemy spies, something he had never believed.

He knew his father didn't want him to get involved in this matter, preferring instead that he stay completely out of it. Even when he was to go to the State of Yue for a political marriage, his father didn't seem to argue the matter with the Emperor with his full strength. Later, after pleading with the Empress Dowager, the matter was left unresolved upon his return, allowing him to ascend the bridal sedan.

Thus, when Prince Duanmu mentioned his father's injury as if he had seen it with his own eyes, he was naturally overcome with emotion.

Duanmu took a breath before saying, "I did indeed use a disguise to sneak into your father's ranks at the time. However, your father's martial arts were so formidable! I didn't dare approach him easily. The night your father was injured, I passed by the outside of his tent from a distance. I saw two groups of people approach, leave, and then return to the camp. I followed one person at the time—it was Battalion Commander Xiao, Xiao Wei. Because I had sneaked in, I naturally slipped away quietly when the incident occurred."

Linghu Huori asked in a heavy voice, "Why are you only saying this now? Were you one of the people trying to kill my father back then?"

"Huori, I wasn't trying to kill your father; I only wanted to test the strength of the Yan army at the time. However, if someone was trying to kill your father, of course I would have stood by and watched the fire from across the river."

"Hmph! Then why are you bringing it up now?"

"Because you just saved my life, so I'll consider it a way to repay you! This time, you won't say I'm repaying kindness with resentment, will you? Does marrying me feel a bit more convincing now?"

"Hmph! Should I roll around more intensely with you during the wedding night to show my gratitude??"

"Tonight? Let's skip it, shall we? How about I satisfy you once my injuries have healed?" Duanmu said fearfully.

At this moment, Linghu Shuiyue spoke up with a somewhat wicked tone, "Since you are injured and afraid of aggravating your wounds, why don't I hang you up tonight to complete the final stage of the wedding night? At most, I promise I won't kill you!"

"No, forget it! We'll talk about it later."

"If you don't want it tonight, don't you dare bring it up to me again!"