Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1939 - 1946: Rescuing Yu’er (Part 3)
"Ah——"
He let out a miserable scream, dropping the boning sharp knife and the little child from his hand, rushing to cover the two bloodied sockets of his eyes.
Suddenly, one of his wrists was grabbed by two furry little claws. In his perception, the little claws were very thin, very small, yet they had the strength of a thousand gold; with just a twist, the wrist snapped cleanly.
Nangong Yi had already leapt forward at the moment Brother Ying attacked Scarface, and when he saw Yu’er falling, he hurriedly bent down to save him. At the moment just before Yu’er hit the ground, he steadily caught the child.
"Imperial Father——"
As soon as the little child landed in Nangong Yi’s bosom, he grabbed his clothing and began to cry unjustly.
After all, he was a pampered and spoiled child who had never suffered hardship. This night, he was stripped of his brocade fox fur, thrown into a cold, filthy, and malodorous dark room, given nothing to eat or drink, left hungry and cold, and scared into confessing. Although he was quickly found without harm, he was still a three-year-old child with limited capacity to bear things. Initially, before seeing his Imperial Father, he was fine, but now upon seeing his beloved Imperial Father, the sense of grievance surged uncontrollably, and he sobbed endlessly.
Nangong Yi saw the bright red marks on his son’s little face, the swollen little face, and then saw the child shivering in his thin garments, which made his heart ache so much it trembled. He held Yu’er in his embrace, his large hand patting and stroking his son’s back, feeling his tiny shoulders trembling incessantly, like a frightened little animal, wishing with all his heart to skin alive those villains.
"Yu’er, be good, don’t be afraid, Imperial Father will take you back."
Nangong Yi softly comforted his son, gently patting his back. Beside them, Scarface had already collapsed on the ground, only capable of wailing dryly. His eyeballs had been plucked out by Brother Ying, both arms had been snapped by Chang Mei, and even his pearls hadn’t escaped being crushed; he was entirely ruined...
After a while, Nangong Yi finally managed to stop his son from crying, then slowly walked to Scarface’s side. Although Scarface couldn’t see Nangong Yi, he could hear his heavy footsteps, hear him stop beside him. Despite his fear, he understood well enough that begging for mercy was useless now, hoping only for a quick death, sparing him any torture before dying.
"Was it you who hit my son?" he asked coldly.
Scarface laughed arrogantly: "Haha, yes, it was me. Not only did I slap him, but I also punched him several times."
Nangong Yi looked at Scarface coldly, as if looking at a dead man, and said chillingly: "Good, you’re bold to admit it. However, since you dared to hit my son, you must have the gall to bear the consequences."
Saying this, with a wave of the soft sword, one of Scarface’s legs was slashed clean off from the root. Scarface screamed loudly, his face twisting in pain, his blood spraying out like a fountain. Moments later, he couldn’t hold on any longer, his head tilted, and he fainted.
Nangong Yi did not let it rest, continuing to wave the sword, slicing off all of Scarface’s limbs, turning him into a human swine, yet not killing him. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Because sometimes, making someone live is more painful than letting them die!
Finishing with Scarface, Nangong Yi took off his robe and wrapped Yu’er in it, striding towards the outside.
Upon reaching the courtyard, he saw Scarface’s old lady trying to reattach Scarface’s skull to his neck, wailing fiercely: "My son, mother is putting your head back on, and may the heavens strike that beast who killed you with lightning..."
