NOVEL My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle! Chapter 821 - 824: Do we really have to do this?

My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 821 - 824: Do we really have to do this?
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Chapter 821: Chapter 824: Do we really have to do this?

During the busy farming season, the countryside was abuzz with activity, and Xuan San was no exception. He had been racking his brains and had finally come up with a method for revenge.

At this moment, in the most remote small mountain village of White Stone Town.

Xuan San looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes emitting an unusual glow.

He had purchased it at a high price from Beijiang. Inside was blood extracted from a plague patient.

It was summer, and many households drank directly from raw water sources. By pouring the blood into the river, the plague would gradually spread.

It wouldn’t take long before White Stone Town, and even Ning Tian Mansion would be infected with the plague.

And the Imperial approach to dealing with plague was to burn the city if it couldn’t be cured; by then, no one would be able to escape.

Qin Longyun, Qiao Duo’er, Wind Liyang... all these people would be funeral offerings for Silver Moon! n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖

With so many people accompanying her, she certainly wouldn’t be lonely.

Right, there was also him. Over there, he would still love her and protect her with all his heart!

This plan was something he couldn’t yet let Xuan Er know because he would, like his eldest brother, protect him at all costs.

But the one who loved Yin Yinyue was him, and the one who deserved to die was also him.

"Third Boss, do you really want to do this?" Xuan Er asked uncertainly.

Previously, when they crowned themselves as kings of the mountain, it was for survival. Now that they were harming so many innocent people, they were true sinners.

It was already a regret that they, as men, couldn’t protect their home and country. Yet now, they were bringing disaster upon the nation and its people.

Xuan San curled his lips and said, "Silver Moon is dead, and this is all I can do. Now I only hate that I didn’t find this thing sooner."

Xuan Er sighed. He still couldn’t get over the hurdle in his heart.

"Second Brother, don’t forget we are just a group of people with no home to return to. What right do we have to pity others?"

Xuan San said coldly, they were truly the most pitiful people under heaven!

They had lost their homes and the ones they loved most!

Xuan Er nodded, "I was mistaken. This really is the best way for revenge."

When the time came, everyone would be panicking over the plague. It would be the perfect opportunity to seize Xuan Eagle Mountain, and to recruit and buy horses. They would kill several birds with one stone.

Xuan San chuckled lowly, then resolutely uncorked the bottle and poured the bright red blood into the river.

Besides this, he would also let some small animals drink the blood; once their carcasses decayed, they would accelerate the spread of the plague.

Since Yin Yinyue’s death, this was the happiest day for him.

Moreover, he had someone secretly helping him; it wouldn’t be long before those people went where they belonged!

Xuan San crouched by the river quietly, and the face reflected on the water seemed foreign to him.

He should have been brazenly carefree and unruly, not as somber as he was now.

His transformation was all for her, and it was all worth it.

Xuan Er spoke with compassion, "Big Brother and Silver Moon won’t have died in vain. Let’s go, let’s not raise any suspicions."

"Okay, let’s head home!"

Xuan Er and Xuan San turned around, but saw a little girl cautiously watching them.

She must have been frightened by the cold expression on Xuan San’s face.

"Little girl, what did you see?" Xuan Er forced a kind smile.

The little girl weakly said, "You both seem in bad moods. I wanted to give you these flowers. They smell very nice, and smelling them will make you feel better."

She clenched a handful of wildflowers in her hand, colorful and pretty.

Once, Yin Yinyue had handed a handkerchief to him when he was covered in blood, her expression as cautious as it was now.

He never imagined he’d see such a familiar expression again in his lifetime.

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