TFWYH – Chapter 879 Blood Debt Pays Off

Another young man was with him—Mu Qingfeng.

“Xiao Nan… you… you… you betrayed me?”

Gu Hengcang looked at Xiao Nan, then at Ling Yu. Even someone as foolish as him could figure it out now.

Xiao Nan sneered.

“I was never loyal to you in the first place. How could there be betrayal?”

Gu Hengcang was so furious he nearly spat blood. He glared viciously at him.

“Xiao Nan, I treated you well. I never imagined you would be such an ungrateful wretch.”

Back then, Xiao Nan had been nothing more than the lowest-ranking servant in the Prime Minister’s Residence, a night-soil collector whom anyone could kick around.

It was Gu Hengcang who had happened to pass by and saved the boy, giving him a bowl of food.

After discovering that Xiao Nan was skilled in martial arts, he had continuously promoted him.

For more than ten years, Gu Hengcang couldn’t say that he had treated Xiao Nan like his own son, but he could swear on his conscience that he had never treated him poorly.

Yet he had never imagined that all his sincerity had been wasted on a dog.

“You ungrateful dog! Aren’t you afraid you’ll suffer divine retribution?”

Gu Hengcang stared viciously at Xiao Nan. If looks could kill, Xiao Nan would have died countless times already.

Now that he had fallen into Ling Yu’s hands, was there any chance he could survive?

What he understood even less was what exactly he had done to wrong Xiao Nan.

Faced with Gu Hengcang’s fury, Xiao Nan showed not the slightest trace of remorse.

He walked toward Gu Hengcang step by step. Looking down coldly at him, he gritted his teeth.

“My surname isn’t Xiao. My compound surname is Nangong.”

“Nangong?”

Gu Hengcang seemed to remember something.

The anger in his eyes gradually gave way to disbelief, and by the end, there was even a trace of terror.

The corners of Xiao Nan’s lips slowly curved upward into a devilish smile.

“That’s right. I’m the Young Master of the Nangong family—Nangong Xiao.”

“Ah!”

Gu Hengcang let out a strange cry, his eyes filled with horror.

“You… you didn’t die?”

“Of course I didn’t die. All these years, I infiltrated your Prime Minister’s Residence and concealed my identity for the sake of this very day!

“Gu Hengcang, are you afraid now?

“You destroyed my entire Nangong family. Today, I will make you pay for that blood debt with your blood!”

By the end of his words, Xiao Nan drew his sword and pressed the blade against Gu Hengcang’s neck.

Gu Hengcang’s face turned deathly pale. He didn’t dare move a muscle. With his body rigid, he pointed toward Ling Yu and desperately sought help.

“Yu… Yu’er, I’m your biological grandfather! Are you really going to stand by and watch him kill me?”

Ling Yu smiled.

“Is that so? But from the moment you brought the old Ling family here to testify against me, you stopped being my grandfather.”

“I… I didn’t mean it! If you hadn’t been so stubborn, I… I wouldn’t have done it. I only wanted to protect the Prime Minister’s Residence. What did I do wrong?”

By the end, Gu Hengcang was actually speaking as though he were completely justified.

Mu Qingfeng couldn’t listen any longer. He shook his head and interjected.

“Gu Hengcang, actually, Ling Brother never intended to make things difficult for the Prime Minister’s Residence from the beginning. He never even planned to do anything to you. It was you who kept pushing him further and further, refusing to repent and completely disregarding the bond between grandfather and grandson. That’s what finally broke his heart.

“If that hadn’t happened, Ling Brother had intended to let you spend your remaining years in peace.”

“Bullshit!”

Gu Hengcang didn’t believe him at all.

“That damned girl has always hated me. You expect me to believe her son would let me live out my old age in peace? What a joke!”

Ling Yu’s expression remained calm.

“You know what kind of person my mother was, don’t you? Do you really think she would hate you?”

Gu Hengcang: “…”

He was speechless.

Gu Yanran had been gentle and mild-tempered since childhood, always showing kindness toward others.

Even when Gu Yanshuang bullied her again and again, she had always responded with the greatest tolerance.

Although she was the younger sister, in many ways she had seemed more like an elder sister, constantly indulging and tolerating the immature Gu Yanshuang.

The memory that stood out most vividly in his mind was from when the two sisters were children.

Once, Gu Yanran’s needlework turned out better than Gu Yanshuang’s.

On a whim, he rewarded Gu Yanran with a gorgeous Rain-Mist Gauze Skirt.