Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 126: Zhou Cangyan, I Hurt

Zhou Junlin arrived with his men. When he pushed open the door, this was the scene that greeted him—

Blood had been spilled, and the courtyard had descended into chaos. Amid the cacophony of shouts and screams, only Song Lianhe was on her feet, swaying unsteadily. She clutched a memorial tablet to her chest, refusing to let go, while her other hand hung at her side, a Bone Hairpin dripping blood onto the ground.

She was covered in bloodstains from head to toe. Slowly, she turned her head. Half her face was dyed red with blood, yet her eyes shone with a startling intensity.

Across the crowd, she stared at him, her face devoid of expression.

The sight was staggering. Zhou Junlin stared at her, stunned, his chest feeling as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, a dull roar echoing through him.

Behind him, Zhou Xilan also saw Song Lianhe’s state clearly and was equally stunned.

"This... How could..."

Song Xingfeng arrived moments later. He was horrified to see his daughter covered in blood. "What in the world happened?! Get a doctor! Quickly, get a doctor!"

The Bone Hairpin CLATTERED to the ground.

The faint sound was drowned out by the surrounding chaos.

Song Lianhe swayed, her gaze losing focus, and her body started to tilt backward...

Zhou Junlin’s eyes tightened. Acting on pure instinct, he rushed forward—

"Junlin..."

Song Xilan stood frozen, watching him rush toward another woman without a second thought.

But another figure, clad in black, was even faster!

Just as he was about to reach Song Lianhe, she was caught in another’s arms.

Zhou Junlin’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his gaze turning darker still.

Zhou Cangyan lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms. A vein throbbed at his temple, and his handsome face was overshadowed by a deathly chill.

"The memorial tablet... Don’t drop Mother’s memorial tablet..."

The unconscious woman’s brow furrowed in distress.

Song Xingfeng rushed over. When he heard her words and saw the memorial tablet she clutched so tightly, his gaze faltered.

As if sensing his presence, Song Lianhe managed to force her eyes open. The moment she saw it was Zhou Cangyan, a sudden, overwhelming sense of grievance washed over her. She parted her dry lips, her voice faint and broken. "It hurts... Zhou Cangyan, I hurt..."

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his jaw clenching. He suddenly swept her up into his arms, pressing his cheek against hers. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile as eerie as a phantom. "Whoever hurt you... I will make them suffer a hundred, a thousand times more. How does that sound?"

With tears on her lashes, the woman in his arms closed her eyes and fell into a deep faint.

Zhou Junlin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on the scene before him.

As Zhou Cangyan turned to leave with Song Lianhe in his arms, a Shadow Guard immediately appeared before him.

"Find Huai Xu!"

"Yes!"

The Shadow Guard vanished in an instant.

Seeing Zhou Cangyan about to leave with her sister, Song Xilan was the first to react. "Father! This incident must not get out. We can’t let King Qing take her!"

The words snapped Song Xingfeng out of his daze, and he instantly understood the implications.

One must not air the family’s dirty laundry in public. It was already no secret that the Song Family’s father and daughter were at odds—they had even made a scene before the imperial court! But now, with Song Lianhe injured so grievously in her own home, and his late wife’s memorial tablet here as well... Song Xingfeng couldn’t begin to unravel the twisted circumstances.

For that very reason, he could not let anyone take his younger daughter away!

He immediately stepped forward to block Zhou Cangyan’s path. "Prince Qing, a moment! My younger daughter is injured. I must ask that you put her down and allow me to summon a physician! We mustn’t delay and worsen her condition. If we do, I will have no choice but to seek an explanation from the Holy Emperor himself!"

His tone was stern and righteous. As he spoke, he glanced over his shoulder. The guards of the General Mansion had already surrounded the small courtyard gate.

Zhou Cangyan’s exquisite features gleamed with a cold light. He lifted his eyes, and his dark gaze, seemingly forged from ice, radiated pure cruelty.

In his youth, Song Xingfeng had commanded armies on the battlefield; with countless deaths on his hands, he was exceptionally sensitive to killing intent. He froze, stunned. He never would have imagined that King Qing would turn that killing intent on him!

Zhou Cangyan’s killing intent was so intense, so utterly unconcealed, that Song Xingfeng was cowed into taking an involuntary step back.

That single step was an admission of fear, and the color drained from his face.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Cangyan was past the point of even feigning civility. The vexation, coupled with an impulse for annihilation, made his head throb violently.

’In short, he just wanted to kill someone.’

’Kill these damn eyesores!’