Chapter 46 (1/2)

In the late night, Ning Que lied on bed, opened up his eyes widely and looked at the ceiling. Naturally he thought that, if Little Black was still alive, then he did not need Sang Sang to take the risk of delivering the message to Zhang’s mansion.

There weren’t much noteworthy things to conclude about today’s a.s.sa.s.sination. To him, after preparing for many days, it was very easy to kill an old censor who did not even have a guardian. After the nail was punched into Zhang Yi Qi’s head, the man was already dead. It definitely wouldn’t leave any useful information behind that could potentially reveal Ning Que. The actions he made later were just extra, like what he explained to Sang Sang, a censor dying from traffic incident was at least more proper than dying on a prost.i.tute’s bed to the government.

As for the feeling of killing a man? He did not have much feeling towards it. His life in Tang began with a murder, he grew from infinitive cases of murders, he killed many people, he used many ways to kill people, he knew more methods of killing that were more b.l.o.o.d.y and violent than the one he used today. After killing, would he get scared nausea or be afraid of the darkness? Such conditions would only appear on the scholars who were reading poems and essays all day, but for him, although he was about to partic.i.p.ate in the entrance exam to the Academy, deep into his bone, he wasn’t a scholar at all.

— He was a hunter who killed an old hunter. He was a horse gangster who killed little horse gangsters. He was an inborn killer.

But today, the person killed, after all, was a high official of Tang. Chen Cheng Shang had this goal for years. In his eyes, he saw blood flow in the general mansion when he was four — the old butler and the little kid’s surprised yet lifeless eyes. Ning Que smiled happily as he felt that a slight part of the gloom between his chest and belly finally left.

At the other side of the bed, Sang Sang’s little face was also filled with a smile. She knew that he definitely felt really happy today and therefore, she decided to wait until master killed all of his foes including General Xia Hou before taking out the little box under her bed and showing it to him. She believed that at that time, after she saw the paper, he would definitely feel different than he did now.

Inside the box was writing that Ning Que randomly discarded over the years. In Sang Sang’s eyes, they were very good. Among them, the newest was the piece that Ning Que wrote on the night Zhuo Er died. Ning Que thought that he already mixed that paper with garbage long time ago, how could he imagine that her little maid secretly hid it.

After remained quiet for a long time, Ning Que suddenly sighed and said a bit unfortunately, “Last night hearing the poem you wrote, I didn’t feel that anything was improper, but today after I spoke in front of that kid, I felt somewhere was not right. And after thinking closely about it, I feel that it was kind of stupid.”

He was obviously talking about the poem “I come from somewhere, come to take your life,” simple repet.i.tion, intentional emphasis, and awkward words. It’s even worse than a doggerel. Yet the master and maid couple obviously lacked intelligence in the literary aspect, so on the night they were making the poem, they both liked it.

“Then let me change it more.” Sang Sang answered extremely seriously, “Master when do you plan to kill the second person? Tell me the time. I promise I will make it better before that day.”

Finish revising before the deadline? Why did it feel like writing a glorious masterpiece? Ning Qie thought, then laughed and answer, “If so, then you don’t have to rush. The second name on the paper is a little troublesome, I am not planning to kill him soon. Wait for the Zhang Yi Qi’s thing to settle down a bit. I also have to prepare for the entrance exam.

“At the Wei City, master, you often worried that before you even began the revenge, the old people would die from disease and aging.”

“Yet since I have already waited for more than ten years, I believe that Heaven will definitely give me several dozens more days.”

Revenge is a composite project, especially when you are only an insignificant person and your goal was to kill a high cla.s.s person in the empire. The project would be complicated and huge to an unimaginable extent. Ning Que did not have the luck of an earl and also did not have the patience of an eunuch. He had to be extremely careful. (the earl and eunuch are references to people in history)