The Burial, Another Revenge [Monthly Ticket Request]

"You—you're Luan Gongyi?"

Although Luan Cheng called Luan Xin both "Father" and "Uncle," anyone with half a brain could guess what the latter title meant. Still, he had clung to a sliver of hope. What if the man Luan Cheng was calling that was some distant branch of the Luan clan? But when he got a good look at Luan Xin's face, the features of the young scholar from years ago gradually aligned with those of the man before him. His face turned deathly pale, then ashen in an instant.

Luan Xin lowered his eyes and sneered. "It's rare for a nobleman to remember me."

His mocking, sarcastic tone carried a hint of contempt. The other man's heart sank at the sound. He could tell just by thinking about it that Luan Xin held no goodwill toward him. Others might not know, but how could he not know why he and Luan Xin had become enemies?

He was the one who'd ordered Luan Gongyi's legs crippled!

He'd nearly ruined his future, too.

Such a deep-seated grudge—only the gods in the shrine could forgive him for it. The realization sent him, fresh from escaping death, plunging into an icy abyss. His head buzzed. He anxiously bit his lip, wetting its cracked surface, and asked, "What do you intend to do?"

The commotion had also caught the eyes of the former officials of Xin Country.

They exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity. They still had no idea what had happened between the two, and they didn't dare speak rashly and offend anyone. These people had saved them, but their loyalties were unclear. They could save them, or they could kill them.

They'd only just escaped with their lives. Who wanted to die?

"After the winter comes the spring; all