SBCEJM -Chapter 206 The Blade of Revenge Raised for Fifteen Years! The Truth Revealed — He Vomited Blood on the Spot

The system’s voice suddenly turned cold.

【Zhao Wenyuan is the real mastermind behind everything!】

【Back then, he was the true architect of Zhao Wenxuan’s corruption case!】

【From beginning to end, Zhao Wenxuan was nothing more than a puppet he raised!】

【Every tael of military pay and every weapon that passed through Zhao Wenxuan’s hands — Zhao Wenyuan skimmed off seven qian out of every tael!】

【When your father investigated the case years ago, Zhao Wenyuan had already gotten wind of it. He burned every piece of evidence that could point back to him.】

【By the time the Imperial Guards kicked open the gates of the Zhao residence, Zhao Wenxuan was still standing there in confusion, clutching the account books, completely unaware that his own younger brother had already sold him out!】

Feng Zexuan was furious.

【This Zhao Wenyuan isn’t even human!】

【He didn’t even care about his own brother’s life, just so he could escape unscathed?】

【And he pretended to raise the man’s son for over ten years, all so he could send him to die one day?】

【Damn… how black-hearted do you have to be?!】

The court tablet in Feng Huai’an’s hand creaked as his fingers tightened around it until his knuckles turned white.

So that was it.

Back then, he had already felt that the case was strange.

Zhao Wenxuan’s embezzlement methods had been laughably crude, like those of a complete amateur.

The ledgers were written in meticulous detail, not even hidden properly — almost as if he were afraid others wouldn’t discover them.

And the expression on Zhao Wenxuan’s face when he was arrested—

Fearful. Confused. Even… wronged.

That was not the face of a corrupt official.

It was the face of a scapegoat betrayed by someone else.

Now that the truth had surfaced, all the suspicious details from the past finally fit together.

Feng Zekai’s gaze landed on Zhao Rui, his eyes dark and unreadable.

If this man truly dared to harm Father…

The hand hanging at his side slowly clenched.

【Exactly!】

【For more than ten years, Zhao Wenyuan treated Zhao Rui with apparent sincerity — paying for his education, paving his career path, even personally teaching him military strategy and tactics.】

【But in reality, he was only sharpening a blade — a blade forged specifically to stab your father.】

【He himself hid in the shadows, waiting to see whether that blade would snap… or successfully pierce its target.】

【Using another’s hand to kill while shedding his own shell afterward!】

【Classic scheming bastard tactics!】

A loud buzz exploded inside Zhao Rui’s head.

The entire world spun violently around him.

No…

Impossible…

Countless memories flashed through his mind—

His second uncle’s gentle smile.

His second uncle patting his shoulder and solemnly saying, “You must bring honor to your father.”

His second uncle personally pouring him wine the day he passed the imperial examinations, his face full of pride…

Was all of it an act?

Zhao Rui’s breathing became increasingly ragged.

It felt as though a thousand-pound boulder were crushing his chest.

He wanted to argue. Wanted to deny it…

But his lips trembled so violently that not a single word could leave them.

Xiao Juechen sat upon the dragon throne, his sharp gaze sweeping across the officials below.

Zhao Wenyuan…

He remembered that name.

Former Assistant Director of the Ministry of War. Usually quiet, cautious, and seemingly incorruptible. He never formed factions, nor did he cultivate disciples or followers.

Who would have thought he was such a venomous snake?

【System, keep digging!】

Feng Zexuan gritted her teeth.

【I refuse to believe this old dog only committed one evil deed!】

【Zhao Wenyuan’s crimes… are far too many to count.】

The system’s voice grew colder still.

【Using his authority within the Ministry of War, he committed an unforgivable crime — selling military intelligence!】

【His buyers were the Northern Di and the Xiongnu!】

Feng Zexuan sucked in a sharp breath.

【Holy shit! A traitor to the nation?!】

【That’s right! He sold border troop deployment maps, grain transport routes, the rotation schedules of commanding generals, and even which passes had the weakest defenses!】

【As long as the price was right, he would even put a price tag on Great Xia itself!】

【Over these ten years, because of the intelligence he leaked…】

The system paused.

【At least eight thousand soldiers died wrongful deaths!】

Chu Tiankuo abruptly lifted his head.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Selling military intelligence?

Getting thousands of comrades killed?

Back then, he had fought desperately on the frontier, watching one brother-in-arms after another fall beside him!

There had been one winter when their grain supply route was intercepted with terrifying precision.

Three thousand brothers had frozen and starved to death in the snow.

He had always believed it was an accident…

Turns out there had been a traitor all along!

Chu Tiankuo’s entire body trembled, his fists clenched so tightly they crackled.

Zhao Wenyuan…

Deserved death!

Xiao Juechen’s expression darkened terrifyingly.

Colluding with enemy nations was a crime punishable by extermination of nine generations.

Zhao Wenyuan… what audacity you have!

【And Host, the dirty money he’s taken over the years…】

The system continued exposing him.

【Altogether, at least one hundred thousand taels of gold!】

【He bought three estates outside the capital. Their underground vaults are stuffed with stolen treasures! Just the estate called ‘Fengyu Pavilion’ alone hides fifteen chests of gold and silver, and he keeps thirteen beautiful concubines there!】

【He lives more lavishly than a prince!】

Feng Zexuan trembled with rage.

【That beast!】

【Selling out his country for glory — even dismembering him into a thousand pieces wouldn’t calm public fury!】

Minister of Revenue Chu Heng’s eyes had gone red.

One hundred thousand taels of gold…

How much blood and sweat of the common people was that?

How many soldiers’ lives?

The ministers were all filled with righteous fury, wishing they could tear Zhao Wenyuan limb from limb immediately.

The system’s voice became even gloomier.

【Host… Zhao Rui’s mother didn’t go insane.】

【She was drugged into madness personally by Zhao Wenyuan.】

Zhao Rui’s already swaying body froze violently.

What?

Mother…

Wasn’t insane?

She had been poisoned?

All color drained from his face instantly.

His lips began trembling uncontrollably.

【Back then, she accidentally overheard a secret conversation between Zhao Wenyuan and Zhao Wenxuan and learned the whole truth.】

【Afraid the matter would be exposed, Zhao Wenyuan secretly added a slow-acting poison called “Forget-Sorrow Powder” into her calming medicine every single day.】

【This poison gradually devours a person’s sanity, forcing them to struggle between lucidity and madness…】

【Until eventually, they become nothing more than a living corpse.】

【Even now, she’s still locked inside a woodshed in the Zhao residence backyard… suffering a fate worse than death every day.】

Earlier, Feng Zexuan had still felt some excitement from all the gossip.

But now, her chest felt unbearably heavy.

【This Zhao Wenyuan… is completely insane!】

【He didn’t even spare his own sister-in-law!】

Zhao Rui suddenly lifted his head and stared blankly into space.

Mother…

Images of his mother over the years surfaced in his mind.

Disheveled hair. Ragged clothes. Sitting in the courtyard all day, giggling foolishly at the sky.

Sometimes, she would suddenly grab his hand.

A flicker of clarity would flash through her eyes as she repeatedly muttered:

“Be careful… run… don’t trust…”

At the time, he had thought it was just the rambling of a madwoman.

He had even shaken her hand off in disgust.

But now…

That had been his mother using the very last shred of sanity she possessed, desperately trying to warn him!

For over ten years, he had lived under the same roof as the man who destroyed his mother…

And every single day, he had respectfully called him…

“Second Uncle.”

A metallic sweetness surged into Zhao Rui’s throat.

He bit his lip hard, but still couldn’t suppress the taste of blood rising upward.

Blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Droplets stained the blue-green official robes, blooming into dark red flowers one after another.

Feng Zexuan felt both angry and sympathetic.

【Sigh… this Zhao Rui is pitiful too.】

【He’s been used for so many years and kept completely in the dark.】

【But… my father is innocent!】

【The one who deserves to die is that old beast Zhao Wenyuan!】

【Associated information detected.】

The system notification rang out again.

【Zhao Rui is not Zhao Wenxuan’s biological son.】

【What?!】

Feng Zexuan’s mind buzzed.

【Then whose son is he?】

【Could it be…】

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind.