Chapter 106: It’s Impossible Not To Save Him.
How To Survive as a Villain
Itâs said that when people are near death, theyâll see a walkthrough of their memories.
Yan HeQing didnât know whether he was in that state or not, but he could see his younger self and his elder royal brothers studying together in the Academy. They were children of seven or eight years, shaking their heads and reading about family affairs, state affairs and world affairs. When he looked up again, all his royal brothers were decapitated and buried in the loess1 ground.
He stood up and retreated in panic, as if trying to escape from the scene. In his panicked state, he bumped into one person. His mother, the Empress.
Yan HeQingâs mother stood behind him and said in a soft voice: âHeQing, you must live, you must stay alive.â
She kept repeating the word âliveâ over and over again. Her voice grew sharper and sharper, to the point in which her voice became as if she wanted to cut through his ears. Her face became feracious as she stretched out her arms covered in Jade jewelry, and grabbed Yan HeQingâs neck, strangling him while repeating the phrase âyou must stay aliveâ over and over again.
Yan HeQing didnât struggle, and just when he thought that he would be strangled to death, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Yan HeQing covered his throat and kneeled on the ground, looking up only to see his father shouting out to the Heavens: âWhy are you destroying my Southern Yan Kingdom? The hatred of our country will be forever engraved in our bones and hearts! And we will not be forgotten by the future generations to come!!â
After shouting, his father used his sword to cut his own throat.
Yan HeQing felt himself shuddering all over, and when he tried to stand up, he was suddenly kicked by someone and rolled down into the mud. Gradually, he was buried by the fetid and filthy mud. Then, he saw the Northern Kingdomâs Emperor looking down at him: âHmm? Thereâs another one alive? Never mind, take this one back to the Northern Kingdom as a prisoner.â
Right after that, Yan HeQing woke up.
The consciousness gradually returned to his body, and Yan HeQing couldnât help but think to himself: âOnce again, I didnât die.â
Yan HeQing slowly opened his eyes, trying to identify where he was, but for some reason, his eyes were filled with gray mist. No matter how much he blinked and rubbed his eyes, he still couldnât see anything.
Is heâ¦.. blind?
This thought suddenly arose from the bottom of Yan HeQingâs mind. At the mere thought of becoming blind, he fell into a panicked state and his body began to feel extremely cold. He felt so helpless and frightened.
At that moment, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open, followed by a female voice: âAh⦠you, ahem, Gongzi, are you awake?â
Yan HeQing didnât have the intention to answer. He kept pressing and rubbing his eyes, as if he wanted to rub away the grey mist in front of him, but the only thing he achieved was to rub his eyes until they became bloodshot.
Yan HeQing then heard the sound of footsteps approaching him, and that woman reached out her hand to pull at Yan HeQingâs wrist, stopping him from rubbing his eyes. Then she said: âDonât rub them, youâre not blind. Youâll recover in a few days.â
Yan HeQing raised his head and narrowed his eyes, but the only thing he could see was a vague outline of the person in front of him: âHow do you know?â
âYou can believe in me, I⦠Gongzi, I have learned some medical skills, so Gongzi can just believe in my word.â
Yan HeQing bowed his head, pulled his hand away from the womanâs and asked: âWhere are we? Who are you?â
âThis is a small wooden cabin in the deep mountain. Itâs usually used as a place to take a temporary rest by medicinal herbs gatherers and hunters. I⦠my surname is Lin, and my name is Shenling.â
Yan HeQing kept blinking, he seemed to feel very uncomfortable with this kind of half-blindness. He turned his head to look at the blurred outline, but he still couldnât get his vision to focus: âWhy did you save me?â
That personâs breathing was inexplicably stagnant and she was silent. Just when Yan HeQing thought she wasnât going to answer, he suddenly heard a very soft voice: âThereâs no reason why.â
Yan HeQing was unsure about it being no reason at all, but he nodded regardless: âThank you. I will repay you in the future.â
Yan HeQingâs tone was flat and without any emotion. Even his gratitude was shallow. He didnât seem to want to know anything more and turned his head away, signaling that he didnât want to keep talking. That person waited for a moment, and then, walked out of the wooden cabin.
âLin Shenlingâ Huh? ðððð
YHQ remembering his tragic past will never not hurt (´ï¼Ð´ï¼`)ð
Footnotes
é»å huáng tÇ; Itâs a yellow sandy soil typically found in Northern China.