Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 716 - Closing Eyes

Chapter 716 - Closing Eyes

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Chapter 716 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" begins with intriguing events: In the depths of the demon grotto under the water.Facing the rage of Song Hengjiang,... Don’t miss it!

In the depths of the demon grotto under the water.Facing the rage of Song Hengjiang, Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he said, “She has already become a demon, hasn’t she?

As a member of the Water Race, she has passed away.

What you’re nurturing here isn’t her, but a demon.”

At this moment, a great weight seemed to lift from Song Hengjiang’s heart.

No matter how cold and ruthless Gao Xian was, no matter how cunning as an emperor he could be, in the end, Wanxi was his biological grandmother.

The blood ties of kinship could not be severed.

He thought.

“The Monarch need not acknowledge her, and neither does Zhuang Ting.”

The aged Qing River Lord, his wrinkles deep and his body hunched, said, “She is nothing more than my sister, Song Hengjiang’s sister.”

“She has been kept here for two hundred and eighteen years.

She has never harmed anyone, never taken a life.

I have sustained her with the aura of a Yin Demon.

When it’s my time to leave, I will take her with me.”

He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian: “Your Majesty should be able to tell that the day won’t be far off.”

Zhuang Gaoxian did not speak for a moment.

Du Ruhui let out a soft sigh, taking over the conversation: “Why go through such suffering, Water Lord?”

Song Hengjiang shook his head: “Wanxi was too kind, too pure, ignorant of the world’s wicked ways.

As soon as she left my sight and entered the Zhuang royal palace, she was bullied, and met with an untimely end.

I had hoped that Zhuang Chenggan would be able to protect her, but he did not.

On the road to the afterlife, I must protect her.”

Zhuang Gaoxian temporarily remained silent, and Du Ruhui had no choice but to become the bearer of bad news.

“But this is ultimately a risky matter.

Once it’s known to others, to the Water Mansion, to Zhuang Country…”

“Who would know?

I’ve hidden it for two hundred and eighteen years, safe and sound!” Song Hengjiang interrupted him fiercely, but his voice quickly softened again, enveloped in sorrow: “It won’t be much longer now…”

This time, Zhuang Gaoxian looked closely at Song Wanxi in the glazed glass coffin, seemingly moved by the familial emotions stemming from their shared bloodline.

The harsh lines of his face softened somewhat.

“The woman who harmed her…

Valley Yiyi?

How did she die in the end?”

He even reverted to using honorifics.

No matter how respectful he was, it was not too much.

After all, in terms of legal status, Song Hengjiang was his equal, older in years, and now by blood, his great-uncle.

“Your great-grandfather killed her with his own hands,” Song Hengjiang said.

Zhuang Gaoxian nodded: “In that case…

she can rest in peace.”

Between Valley Yiyi and Song Wanxi, Zhuang Chenggan did not hesitate to choose Song Wanxi, avenging her by his own hand, and ultimately it was the offspring of Song Wanxi who succeeded to the throne.

In Zhuang Gaoxian’s eyes, his grandmother, who had previously been just a face in a portrait, should be able to rest in peace.

Song Hengjiang frowned, clearly disagreeing—his sister’s death was a lifelong sorrow for him, and no matter what he did, it could not be undone.

No matter what was given, it was never enough to make amends.

But he did not voice his dissent.

At this moment…

keeping this glazed glass coffin safe was his greatest plea.

And only Du Ruhui, who knew Zhuang Gaoxian best, detected a fierce murderous intent from Zhuang Gaoxian’s seemingly indifferent words!

He believed his grandmother could now rest in peace, which made all of Song Hengjiang’s subsequent actions appear insignificant.

Zhuang Gaoxian wanted to kill Song Hengjiang right there, destroy the demonic Song Wanxi, and perhaps even slay every member of the Water Race who knew of this underwater demon grotto!

“Your Majesty,” Du Ruhui stepped forward, subtly positioning himself between Zhuang Gaoxian and Song Hengjiang: “The Ancient Demon Cave has long exhausted its demonic qi and is unknown to the world.

Likely, no one will care about it after another century.

Yongchang has just been established, and the four territories are unstable.

The state heavily relies on its sage monarch.

Your Majesty has been away from the palace for too long; it’s time to return.”

Zhuang Gaoxian watched him silently, understanding his teacher’s advice.

Finally, he said to Song Hengjiang, “I have troubled you unduly, and it is time to return to Xin’an.

Water Lord, please take good care of yourself.”

Song Hengjiang was unaware that he had narrowly escaped death at the Netherworld Pass.

Because of Song Wanxi, he still harbored illusions about Zhuang Gaoxian.

In the throes of despair, one inevitably clings to fantasies.

Even Song Hengjiang, once a formidable figure, was no exception.

Zhuang Gaoxian’s decision to overlook the matter of the underwater demon grotto allowed Song Hengjiang to let go of the weight on his heart, and he solemnly said, “The Monarch need not worry, this place will not come to the knowledge of a fourth person.”

“I trust the Water Lord’s promise,” Zhuang Gaoxian nodded, then turned and walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.

Du Ruhui said nothing, only bowed to Song Hengjiang, and then turned around with Zhuang Gaoxian.

The vast Qing River accommodated countless joys and sorrows.

At the bottom of the river, the Demon Grotto unknown to most of the Water Race decided the fate of the Qing River’s palace at a critical moment.

The boudoir of the late Princess was naturally furnished with luxury and elegance.

But Jiang Wang had no heart for admiration.

“When are we going back to the Demon Grotto?” he asked Jiang Yan in the Tongtian Palace.

“Wait,” Jiang Yan replied with just that word.

Assessing the situation inside the underwater Demon Grotto must have occupied much of his mind.

Why was Jiang Yan able to sense the approach of a powerful God Arrives expert in advance?

Although he was currently relying on Jiang Yan’s ability to survive, Jiang Wang still needed to ponder this question.

It was no exaggeration to say that this was a matter of life and death!

“I’m worried we don’t have much time to wait…” Jiang Wang intentionally expressed his concern.

“The benevolence of a woman,” Jiang Yan snorted coldly, still dissatisfied with Jiang Wang’s decision to release Xiao Shuang, “You were supposed to kill her but you didn’t.

Do you regret it now?”

Within the Tongtian Palace, the slowly rotating Star River Dao Spiral began to show hints of darkness.

Perhaps eternal darkness was the ultimate destination of the universe.

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment.

“I am unwilling to kill recklessly; if truly unfortunate, that is my choice.

I have no regrets.

Whatever I choose, I’ll bear the consequences.”

The Star River continued to surge, like the everlasting Long River, eternally steadfast.

The dark shades were eventually overturned.

“Then let’s wait.

You’ll remember what it feels like to have someone else decide life or death,” Jiang Yan said.

In a place that Jiang Wang could not perceive, but which Jiang Yan certainly did not miss,

Song Qingyue, dressed in magnificent robes and handsome in appearance, walked at a measured pace.

Past intricately carved white jade pillars, everlasting lamps shimmering with precious light, past standing guards, through the silent corridor.

His footsteps seemed heavy.

A burly general rushed over, stopping him with a tense expression: “Where do you wish to go, young master?”

Song Qingyue sighed, “Don’t worry, I won’t be rash.

I just want to sit in my aunt’s room for a while.”

He said somewhat sorrowfully, “I miss her.”

Xiao Shuang, who was tiptoeing past nearby, suddenly pricked up her ears.

She turned her head back in a fluster, “Young master!”

Song Qingyue looked at her, “What is it?”

His gaze was calm, but Xiao Shuang’s heart was pounding with nervousness.

“That… My lord, I just cleaned the late Princess’s room and lit some fog-sinking incense.

It’s not suitable to go in for a little while,” she blurted out.

Fog-sinking incense was extremely fine incense, but it was easily disturbed and dispersed before it “settled.”

Song Qingyue didn’t think much of it, paused upon hearing this, and then let out a long sigh, “So be it.”

He turned to the burly general, “You see, it’s always inescapable, isn’t it?”

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