Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Weird k**k

AN: I forgot the dad’s name so we will go with this one. I hope you guys dont mind.

Xiang Lin lay on the hard floor, his body weary and bruised, when a voice sliced through the air.

"Stop pretending. I know you are awake."

Xiang Lin’s heart raced. He lifted his gaze, squinting against the shadows, and for a moment, he thought he saw a ghost. There stood Han Jin, the man who once claimed to be his best friend.

The memory of that day flashed through his mind like a dark cloud. He thought of how Han Jin had smiled, believing their worlds were somehow intertwined. Xiang Lin had snorted at the thought back then. He a mere attendant, yet he dared to befriend a man of power in the Republic.

He had craved what Han Jin possessed, longing for his position and influence since childhood. The obsession had consumed him, blinding him to Han Jin’s sincerity. It was that obsession that had led him to pull the trigger. Not Han Jin, but Han Xin stood before him now, the weight of his dead father palpable in the air.

"I wanted to make your trial and execution public," Han Xin said, his voice like ice, "but now there won’t be a trial."

He stood there, arms crossed, as if he were contemplating a particularly vexing puzzle. His eyes bore into Xiang Lin, filled with a cold resolve that sent shivers down the older man’s spine. "Your son won’t marry me until I deal with you first."

Xiang Lin’s heart sank. Confusion twisted his features as he raised his head in disbelief. "You are actually going to marry him?" he stammered, a shaky chuckle escaping his lips. The moment quickly turned to a fit of coughing, pain clawing at his throat.

"What’s so funny?" Han Xin’s voice dripped with menace, his presence growing heavier. The space between them crackled with unspoken tension.

Xiang Lin chuckled again, though the humour fizzled quickly. "I wonder how the people of the Republic will feel about you marrying the son of a traitor."

"The son will not pay for the sins of the father," Han Xin retorted. "Besides, how they feel is none of my concern."

A heavy silence fell between them, and Xiang Lin felt the weight of his own failures sag on his shoulders like a rock. He shook his head slowly, a bitter smile creeping across his lips. "I never thought my son was that much of a vixen. If your father were here, he wouldn’t be so benevolent."

Han Xin’s eyes narrowed in rage. How bold. This man had no right to speak of his father or Xiang Yu. In a fluid motion, he unsheathed Bloodreaver.

The blade gleamed ominously in the dim light, casting flickering shadows that danced unnaturally as if they were alive.

"You have no right to speak on them," Han Xin said, his voice low and controlled, a storm brewing beneath the surface. Xiang Lin’s breath hitched in his throat fear gripping at his soul.