Picked Up A Husband For Farming Chapter 414 - Regretful Death

Lu Yao, caught off guard by the man’s sudden manifestation, instinctively drew her delicate sword. As Deng Jiangming’s form crumpled to the earth, Deng Chengxi shrieked, rushing to embrace her fallen brother. She stood frozen, utterly comprehending the scene before her. “Brother! Why… don’t…”

A wave of shock rippled through the assembled onlookers at this abrupt turn of events.

Xu Qing wasted no time, hurrying to staunch Deng Jiangming’s bleeding. Given his formidable martial prowess and profound internal Qi, she assumed he would surely recover! However, upon inspecting the wound, her blood ran cold; Deng Jiangming had been impaled through the heart, and no amount of effort could halt the crimson tide. Xu Qing was thrown into disarray. How could she possibly explain this to Qiao Yanhui…

Deng Jiangming’s lips parted, a gush of blood escaping. He had precious little time for words. His heart pierced, and with the blade’s withdrawal, his life’s blood began to pour forth. Clutching his sister’s hand tightly, his every utterance accompanied by a bloody cough, he rasped, “You must… live on…”

Deng Jiangming perished with deep-seated regrets. So many undertakings remained unfinished. He had yet to avenge his sister, and he had not… waited for her. It was a tragic irony that their encounter had become their final farewell. Yet, in his final moments, a sense of unexpected peace washed over him. Perhaps fate decreed he could never marry the woman he loved. This way, she would be spared the sight of his demise, nor would she suffer heartbreak over his loss. Still, the thought of never seeing her again was a profound sorrow…

“Brother? You jest, don’t you? How could you…” Deng Chengxi, clinging fiercely to Deng Jiangming’s lifeless body, verged on losing her grip on sanity. She refused to accept that her brother had simply perished. How was this remotely possible? He was so brilliant, so astute, so composed. They hadn’t even had a proper conversation to resolve their differences. Ever since their last disagreement, she had maintained a frosty demeanor towards him. For years, her singular focus on pursuing Yi Chulin had resulted in her neglecting her familial responsibilities, placing the entire weight of the family’s affairs onto her brother’s shoulders. He had carried her burdens season after season, and now, in the end, her brother had died for her sake…

After Xu Qing felt for Deng Jiangming’s pulse, confirming the cessation of life, her own hands began to shake uncontrollably. She slowly turned, fixing Lu Yao with a look of utter disbelief and querying, “What have you done? He was your brother’s closest companion! They grew up side-by-side…”

Lu Yao, despite having taken countless lives, found herself gripped by an unfamiliar and profound sense of panic. Under Xu Qing’s accusatory gaze, she stammered in her defense, “I… I never intended to kill him… My aim was merely to teach Deng Chengxi a lesson, to inflict a minor injury, but this man… he suddenly lunged towards my blade… I… I don’t even have a brother… You…” Lu Yao felt utterly bewildered, convinced Xu Qing was speaking nonsensically. She hadn’t the slightest intention of taking Deng Chengxi’s life; her sole purpose was a simple lesson. And what was this talk of a brother? Returning to her senses, she looked helplessly at Zhuo Wuyou. Xu Qing appeared deeply shaken by the events; would her master now cast her out?

“Qiao Yanhui is indeed your brother, and the current emperor of the Ancient Kingdom shares that bloodline. The three of you are siblings. I only recently became aware of this fact…” Zhuo Wuyou’s brow furrowed. He had intended to leverage this knowledge, but he hadn't anticipated such a catastrophic incident unfolding today. Qiao Yanhui was known for his cold ruthlessness, his only known tenderness reserved for Xu Qing. Having resided within the Ancient Kingdom for many years, Zhuo Wuyou knew that Qiao Yanhui possessed few true friends, yet he held those he did in extremely high regard.

One was his biological sister with whom he shared no emotional connection, and the other was the comrade who had shared his formative years. Zhuo Wuyou suspected that Qiao Yanhui might obliterate Lu Yao with a single palm strike in his current state. Consequently, he seized Lu Yao’s arm, preparing to withdraw. This was Qiao Yanhui’s domain; engaging him in open conflict here might spell certain defeat for himself and Lu Yao.

However, could Deng Chengxi possibly permit them to depart so easily? She cared not who this woman was. She had first subjected her to insult, and now, she had brutally slain her brother. Even if it meant pursuing them to the ends of the earth, the Deng family would never allow this perpetrator to escape justice.

Nevertheless, with such a calamitous event transpiring, news inevitably reached Qiao Yanhui and his companions. It was primarily Deng Chengxi’s agonizing wails… that pierced the silence of the night with exceptional volume.

As Hua Yuncheng, accompanied by Qiao Yanhui, arrived at the scene, they inadvertently intercepted Zhuo Wuyou and his entourage.

“Can anyone enlighten me? What exactly transpired? What became of Deng Jiangming? Is he feigning death to play a trick on me?” Hua Yuncheng’s usual playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly sinister expression. He advanced deliberately, questioning Deng Chengxi and Xu Qing. He even directed his gaze toward Qiao Yanhui, yet he couldn't bring himself to look directly at Deng Jiangming’s lifeless form. It was as if by avoiding sight, he could deceive himself into believing Deng Jiangming was not actually deceased!