You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 272 He is the real devil

The General's Mansion.

White satin was hung in every corner, swaying gently in the breeze.

The falling snow made the huge general's mansion look even more solemn and deserted.

In the bedroom of the main courtyard, Lin Yanzhi was wearing a black brocade robe and a white hemp mourning belt on his head. His eyes were swollen and red, and he looked extremely sad.

He placed the tray of porridge on the low table beside the bed, gently scooped a spoonful of porridge, handed it to Lord Lin's mouth, and said softly:

"Father, I know you are very sad about my eldest brother's sudden death, but you can't stop eating and drinking! Otherwise, how can your body bear it? Come on, open your mouth."

As Lin Yanzhi spoke, he handed the spoonful of boiling hot porridge to Duke Lin's mouth.

Duke Lin kept his mouth tightly shut and stared at him intently, with a look in his eyes that seemed to wish he could pull out his tendons and skin him alive.

"Why does the father look at his son like that? The son is very scared."

Although Lin Yanzhi said this, there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of pride and pleasure of revenge.

Duke Lin's lips were trembling, he wanted to say something but couldn't say anything. He lay on the bed unable to move, he could only stare at him with his eyes, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently.

The hot porridge slipped from the spoon and dripped into his mouth, and Duke Lin's lips turned red in an instant.

"Father, your son fed you well, why are you so tactless? Oh, I almost forgot that you are a military commander, and you are used to eating big mouthfuls of food, especially meat. You must be dissatisfied with your son for feeding you too small mouthfuls."

As he spoke, Lin Yanzhi looked at Duke Lin who was struggling silently on the bed like a venomous snake. His lips were so dry and cracked that there was no trace of blood. However, only a few days had passed and his usually sturdy figure had become much thinner. The clothes that used to fit him were now hanging loosely on his body.

He clenched his fists tightly on the quilt and tried to struggle, but in the end he could do nothing, nothing at all. He could only be like a piece of wood, at the mercy of others.

The anger, hatred, humiliation, and the look in his eyes that showed he wanted to kill him but couldn't was really satisfying to see.

However, this is not enough.

Far from enough!

A strange light flashed in Lin Yanzhi's eyes. He picked up the bowl of boiling hot porridge, took it directly off his chin, and poured it all into Duke Lin's mouth.

The sticky and hot porridge was forced into his mouth, burning his throat. His tongue felt like it was licking a red-hot iron plate, causing a burning pain.

The porridge choked into his trachea. Duke Lin coughed violently, his cheeks flushed, but he could not make a sound.

White porridge overflowed from the corner of his mouth, ran down his cheeks and stuck to his hair. The always high-handed Duke Lin, the first powerful official in Anguo who commanded an army of 100,000, now looked as miserable as a drowned dog.

Lin Yanzhi looked at Duke Lin, who looked like a lost dog, and felt very happy.

He took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the stains on his hands, and said coolly:

"Father, is this porridge to your liking?"

Duke Lin was gasping in pain, unable to speak, and he didn't even have the strength to glare at him.

In the past, he would leave after making trouble for Duke Lin, but he didn't today.

He threw away the handkerchief in his hand and looked at Duke Lin with cruel eyes.

"Oh, by the way, father, tomorrow is the day of my eldest brother's funeral. He was stationed at the border during his lifetime and lived a hard life. He never had a good life. After his death, he should enjoy a peaceful life. As his younger brother, I should send him some maids and servants. Don't you think so?"

What does he want to do?

Duke Lin knew that Lin Yanzhi certainly had no good intentions, and glared at him fiercely.

Lin Yanzhi curled his lips and said:

"Bring people in."

As he finished speaking, several men in black came in, escorting dozens of maids and servants.

Among those people were maids and servants who had worked in the Duke's Mansion since childhood, their childhood playmates, and the wet nurses who had fed them since childhood.

They were forced to kneel in the lobby and tried to struggle, but were ruthlessly suppressed by the men in black.

They could only glare at Lin Yanzhi with their eyes, and their looks were no longer of respect for the young master, but of an enemy.

"Father, did you see that? Look at those eyes filled with hatred, how beautiful!"

As he spoke, he stood up and strolled towards them, his eyes half smiling, half happy, half unhappy, with an indescribable hideousness that twisted his handsome face into that of a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.

Their fear excited him, and their hatred made him happy, but he always felt that something was missing, it was too quiet, and he didn't like it.

He liked listening to the painful and desperate cries, which were simply the most beautiful music in the world.

Although he was an unparalleled musician, if he were honest with himself, he would not be able to produce that wonderful sound.

He looked at a man in black and said:

"Is the house clean?"

The man in black replied respectfully:

"Your Highness, everything has been cleaned up. Now the entire General's Mansion is ours!"

"Okay, well done, take the rags out of their mouths."

Those who were arrested were all loyal servants of the Duke's Mansion. When they were freed, they began to curse.

"You, a traitor from the previous dynasty, must not die a good death. Have you forgotten how the Duke and his wife have treated you over the years? How dare you repay kindness with hatred!"

The one who was cursing was an older deputy steward. During the war, he was homeless, but fortunately he could read a few words and was taken in by Duke Lin.

As soon as he came in, he saw Duke Lin being tortured. He was so furious that he wanted to personally kill the remnant of the previous dynasty.

This scolding was completely harmless to Lin Yanzhi.

He looked at the man with contempt, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

"It seems that the Duke's Mansion has taken such good care of you that you can't even curse anymore."

He didn't want such a boring person to live even a moment longer.

As he spoke, Lin Yanzhi pulled out the long sword from the black-clothed man's waist and cut off the man's head.

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere, and the warm blood sprayed on their bodies. The timid maid fainted directly.

Lin Yanzhi looked at the fainted maid and frowned slightly.

This can scare people to death, it's really useless.

Trash don't deserve to live in this world!

Without a trace of mercy, the sword in Lin Yanzhi's hand instantly cut her throat.

Suddenly, there were screams.

"You devil, you shall not die a good death! God will take you away, and you even call yourself the crown prince. Bah, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? You are just a rat rotting in the gutter, and you happened to peek at the dragon throne and think you are a real dragon. It's really ridiculous. Little do you know that I can smell the stench coming from you from a long distance away!"

Lin Yanzhi turned his head and looked at the woman who was cursing. That person was none other than the wet nurse of the Duke's Mansion.

She looked ready to die and hated evil.

"You're pretty good at cursing. Keep going. I like to hear it."