Chapter One: No Reward for the Good-hearted
“Ah! How pitiful.”
With a sigh, a filthy, blood-soaked body lying by the roadside suddenly opened its eyes.
Dark red irises riddled with bloodshot veins burned with boundless hatred.
“Who is this person? Why does he smell so foul?”
A passerby from out of town covered his nose and gagged as he looked on.
“Hey! You don’t even know him?”
A local, clearly familiar with the situation, continued,
“That’s Yun Yi, the son of Yun Fugui, the wealthiest man in Wind City. Born with a silver spoon, his family’s fortune was vast beyond measure.”
“Yun Yi showed extraordinary intelligence and wisdom from a young age, mastering arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. His business acumen was especially remarkable—by sixteen, he had already doubled the Yun family’s wealth in just one year.”
“How did he end up like this then?”
The curious man pressed on.
“Three days ago, when the Yun family was at its peak, they were suddenly investigated—without any reason given!”
“But the next day, an announcement claimed the Yun family was guilty of tax evasion and colluding with enemy states. By noon the following day, the entire Yun family was beheaded publicly, and all their assets confiscated as national tax!”
Hearing this, the out-of-towner was shocked and pointed at Yun Yi, asking,
“Then why wasn’t he beheaded?”
“Ah, he’s an adopted son, so he was spared death, but his limbs and tendons were severed, and he was exiled to the city to fend for himself!”
With a sigh, the local left, clearly regretful.
When Yun Yi awoke again, he was a cripple, lying helpless on the street.
“Trash! What are you looking at? Don’t disturb my business, or I’ll gouge out your eyes and feed them to the dogs!”
A short, middle-aged vendor next to Yun Yi shouted aggressively, relishing the fall of the once-proud young master.
“Ah, who would have thought Yun Fugui, a man who spent his life doing good deeds, would end up with his family destroyed and ruined!”
“Luckily, Yun Yi was adopted, or the Yun family line would have ended!”
Listening to the whispered gossip of passersby, Yun Yi lay weakly on the ground, eyes fixed on the sky as two streaks of bloody tears fell. His voice trembled with hoarseness as he murmured,
“Father! Do you regret it? Is this the ‘good retribution’ you spoke of?”
“Hey, you’re still alive? Didn’t expect this bastard to have such a stubborn life.”
A mocking voice rang out.
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A young man in embroidered robes approached, holding a folding fan, his demeanor elegant and a smug smile playing on his lips.
Beside him stood a stunning young woman dressed in gorgeous attire, her face twisted in a mocking smile.
Jiang Fan of the Jiang family!
Li Qian of the Li family!
Yun Yi looked at Li Qian, whose once radiant face was now filled with schadenfreude—a stark contrast to the cheerful smiles she once wore when seeing him.
“Qian’er! You’ve come to see me!”
Yun Yi called out excitedly upon seeing the beautiful woman.
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