You Grew This Big Without Growing a Brain

Late at night, wind and snow swept through.

Yan Hui's vast estate was silent.

Yan Hui knew that everyone else was dead.

Only he and Wen Feiwen remained.

At this moment, he had no time to wonder why this youth had brought people here.

His mind spun wildly as he thought of how to stay alive.

Wen Feiwen's forehead beaded with sweat, and his whole body trembled.

Because:

He recognized Chu Qing.

"Master, he's the black-robed man who knows Mingyue's information."

Yan Hui's pupils contracted.

It was over!

He had been set up.

He shot Wen Feiwen a vicious glare, then hurriedly smiled at Chu Qing. "Friend, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Chu Qing smiled and walked toward them step by step. "The moment you set your sights on Mingyue, there was no misunderstanding."

Yan Hui... fell silent.

He struggled. "Friend, is it worth offending the Yan Family over two women?"

Chu Qing patted his head as though an owner were patting a little dog. "What the hell is the Yan Family?"

"Anyone who offends me—even if it's the old emperor himself—has to die."

"Understand?"

Yan Hui's eyes widened.

He was stunned by Chu Qing's arrogance.

Yet the next second, all that shock turned into fear.

Drip!

Drip!

Blood flowed from his seven orifices. In panic, he covered his mouth and nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

But he could not stop it at all.

Red blood and white brain matter poured out in a sloppy gush.

"Was it worth it for one Mingyue?"

Yan Hui voiced his final question.

Chu Qing did not even glance at him. Instead, he looked at Wen Feiwen beside him.

Gulp!

Wen Feiwen swallowed hard.

He dropped to his knees with a thud and begged, "My lord, I'm only a servant. I was