Chapter 1598: Chapter 971: Son of Nobility (Part 2)

"If I hadn’t seen them together at the Sweet Water Tofu Shop last time, I wouldn’t even know they’ve been living together for eleven years!"

Lin Zheng stumbled towards Ye Shu, grabbed his collar, and said hatefully:

"You kept saying you regard me as your master, that my father died because of you, and you feel guilty, deeply indebted to the Lin Family.

To atone, you promised to be loyal to the Lin Family for life, claiming even your body, soul, down to every strand of hair belongs to the Lin Family!

You said you would protect me in place of my father for a lifetime!

I almost! Almost believed your nonsense! But then, just as I was about to see you as a brother——————"

As he spoke, Lin Zheng’s face was nearly twisted, the scar running down from the bridge of the nose becoming more horrifying, his eyes glowing red:

"But you, you beast! As soon as you turned around, you climbed into my mother’s bed!

My father’s corpse was not even cold, the first seven days were not over! How could you do such a thing!

How could you do such an outrageous thing! Aren’t you ashamed of me! Ashamed of my father?!"

Baili An saw his emotions were so intense, he almost wanted to kill Ye Shu; Baili An frowned and held him.

Lin Zheng’s voice gradually choked, his expression fragmented, full of hurt: "After father passed, the Lin Family’s reputation plummeted, people turned indifferent, and I tasted the coldness of the world.

It was because of this I desperately ventured into the Demon World, became a slave to seek the Dragon Ball, and truly, when you didn’t abandon me at that time, I was delighted...

Returning from the Demon World to the Mortal World, despite the Lin Family’s situation not improving because of my efforts.

But from the bottom of my heart, I felt it was great you didn’t abandon me during Lin Family’s most difficult times.

But Ye Shu, why every time when I am about to have expectations and hope for you, you suddenly hit me back to reality with a brutal blow!

Chang’an is mute! But are you mute too?! She cannot explain to me, so you also say nothing! Never told me about you and Chang’an.

I didn’t even know that the girl I longed for so much turned out to be a little slave you rescued from the slave market in Beizhao country?!"

At this moment, Lin Zheng was like a vicious wolf suddenly biting down on the prey’s neck, staring coldly at the pale face with trembling pupils.

He became increasingly unrestrained, his lips were venomous: "You who kill your way out from a pile of corpses, serving as a slave, as a paedophile, in that filthy world.

You are incompatible with the normal, bright world, your vile nature pushes you into my mother’s bed.

Living in that dirty, hidden, turbid, sticky, pathetic swamp, leading a distorted, deformed life!

When you saw Chang’an, who shares the same fate with you, what were you thinking at that moment?!"

Ye Shu’s face was pale, and you could even hear the gnashing of teeth coming from Lin Zheng’s lips.

"Did you feel, seeing her reduced to dust, a sense of closeness and sympathy in your heart. As if you saw your own humble, dirty self from those days!"

Ye Shu’s tense body slowly relaxed, and Baili An, standing behind Lin Zheng, watched clearly.

Only feeling that when Lin Zheng finished those last words, Ye Shu’s dark eyes, which had been tightly strained, held a line.

Finally... broke.

His face showed a light smile, his demeanor calm with a trace of sorrow, facing Lin Zheng’s insults.

He didn’t react like that courtesan full of indignation and determination, he accepted all the malice and filth calmly.

Ye Shu quietly looked at the angry, aggrieved, resentful Lin Zheng, his gaze was deep and helpless.

"So Lin Zheng, you were so angry today, not because you were upset I hid my closeness with Chang’an from you.

But because you suddenly discovered, the girl whom you cautiously cherished in your heart wasn’t as pure and beautiful as you imagined.

The kind and clean image of her in your heart suddenly collapsed.

The girl in the street alleys who, even though disabled, wasn’t self-defeating but actively worked hard towards brightness? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She’s actually from the same world as the Ye Shu you dislike and hate the most, equally dirty, hidden, turbid, sticky, pathetic."

The hands clutching Ye Shu’s collar suddenly loosened, Lin Zheng’s breathing became a bit heavy.

Ye Shu calmly adjusted his collar, saying: "So you hate, you hate my meddling, rescuing Chang’an from Beizhao, privately bringing her back to Ze Country.

If it weren’t for this, you wouldn’t have met her at all, wouldn’t have been moved, nor would you suffer so much.

You like her, but you care about her background immensely.

You can’t let go of her, but the thought of Chang’an being treated as a mere object in that dark, narrow Secret Technique Room, insulted by those Demon Cultivators from Beizhao.

The person you painstakingly avoided touching, unknowingly tainted, twisted by many men.

Your heart aches! You hate! You are unwilling! You lack courage to accept her for what she is.

You can’t let go of your noble Marquis status passed through generations.

You admire her, yet deep down you despise her background and experiences.

You are torn! Confused! Powerless to reverse fate!

So the only thing you can do, is drink away your sorrows day after day, trying to numb yourself, thus letting yourself being taken advantage of, tarnished."

Ye Shu’s calm words were like stones with rough edges, heavily smashing against Lin Zheng’s heart.

Lin Zheng’s face reached an extreme level of ugliness, and embarrassment, but not a word came out.

His eyes were full of resentment, yet couldn’t rebut.

Baili An didn’t judge on others’ emotional affairs.

Only when the atmosphere turned completely cold and quiet, did he appropriately ask calmly: "Who would choose such a time, to target the Young Marquis Lin?"

The seemingly abrupt question cleverly shifted the topic.

Though Lin Zheng’s face remained gloomy and unsightly, he didn’t continue to erupt.

Ye Shu’s eyes softly flickered, glanced at Lin Zheng, said calmly: "My mother... was the Saintess of the Demon Sect, and Langya Demon Sect, a thousand years ago, controlled one of the Nine Gates, the spirit key, handed down through generations to each Saintess.

Before she died, unwilling for the spirit key to fall into the hands of the Demon Sect, she transformed it into spirit energy and marked it on my body, unless special spiritual methods are used, it cannot be activated."

He slowly lowered his gaze, seeming to have unspeakable stories quietly traversing his eyes.

"The reason the elders of the Demon Sect locked me in the Secret Technique Room, tortured and humiliated me in many ways.

The main reason was to find a way to activate the spirit key from my body.

All these years, they’ve never found the way, inevitably suspecting the spirit key was never on me from the start..."

Baili An asked: "What do you mean by this?"

Ye Shu said: "Back then, Lady Lin entered Langya Demon Sect as a disciple of Upper Sun Palace for a mission, but was captured.

Although she was later rescued by Marquis Lin, Lin Zheng was born in the Night Prison of Langya Demon Sect in Beizhao on the same day as me.

The elders of the Demon Sect are naturally cunning and suspicious, inevitably suspecting whether Lady Lin exchanged her child with my mother back then.

They might suspect Lin Zheng is the true son of the Demon Sect Saintess, the true spirit key might be on Lin Zheng.

This action perhaps aims at the spirit key within Lin Zheng."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zheng couldn’t help but sneer: "So after all, everything leads back to you dragging me down.

Thinking of the money you paid for me recently, now I need not thank you.

After all, this Marquis blocked the misfortune for you! This group of brute-brained elders of the Demon Sect!

With simple thinking, it’s clear what a remarkable person my mother was.

How could she let her own son fall into such a ghostly place to be abused!

I’m not the son of a Saintess, how could the spirit key be on me?!"

"Indeed..." Ye Shu lowered his eyelids, masking the emotions in his eyes.

He softly murmured: "Not being the son of a Saintess, how could the spirit key be on you?"

His voice was very soft, seemingly sighing: "How can a Marquis’s son lead such a filthy and unbearable life..."