mesbooks Chapter 282 Nangong Qi's Revenge
Chapter 282 Nangong Qi's Revenge
At the center of the power vortex of Xiqi State, the sixteen-year-old Nangong Qi was like a rising star, controlling the direction of government with astonishing speed and strategy.
The past four years have been like a thrilling journey of transformation. The young man who was once a little immature and ignorant of the world in the palace, with the explicit or implicit consent of Emperor Nangong Zhaolie, quietly weaved a huge and secret network of power.
Every step of his planning is full of his forbearance and perseverance, and every layout demonstrates his maturity and ruthlessness beyond his age. He is like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, silent but always ready for a fatal blow. He gradually emerges in the jungle of power and becomes an emerging force that cannot be underestimated.
In Nangong Qi's chest, the flame of revenge burned fiercely and never ceased. It was the obsession that came from the depths of his soul, and it was the original driving force that supported him to keep moving forward in this treacherous court struggle.
Three years ago, when the news that Lady Fuxi of Beichen State had been assassinated and had been in a coma for over a year hit him like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in his heart, he keenly realized that the gears of fate had begun to turn, and the opportunity for revenge had finally arrived. He had to speed up his pace of revenge.
At that moment, the light in his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and the plan of revenge in his heart also accelerated, like a sophisticated war machine being quietly started.
"Finally, this day has come. No one who has hurt my mother and sister will be able to escape."
Nangong Qi swore secretly in his heart. His fists were clenched with force, and his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to hold all the endless hatred in his hands.
He knew very well that the road to revenge was full of thorns and that any carelessness would lead to eternal damnation, but his inner determination was as hard as steel and never wavered.
On a dark night with dark clouds covering the moon and all was silent, Nangong Qi's carefully planned revenge operation began.
Like a ghost, he personally led his trusted men and quickly surrounded the house hidden in the corner of the capital with a thunderous force.
This house may seem ordinary, but it is actually a key part of his revenge plan.
Following his order, his well-trained subordinates dragged the queen and her daughter into the house like chickens. The mother and daughter were already frightened out of their wits, and their screams of terror broke the silence of the night sky.
Nangong Qi stood aside, staring at all this quietly. His face looked particularly cold in the dim moonlight, like an ice-cold sculpture, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
His eyes were deep and cold, as if the two terrified women in front of him were just ants, not worth wasting a bit of his pity.
But beneath this seemingly calm exterior, his heart was turbulent: "This is only the first step. Your suffering has only just begun. You once relied on your power to wantonly bully my family. Now the tide has turned, and it's time for you to taste the bitterness of despair."
Afterwards, barrels of pungent kerosene were carried into the house. The pungent smell quickly spread, almost suffocating people.
Nangong Qi personally supervised all of this. Every move he made was precise and decisive, as if he was performing a sacred and solemn ceremony.
When everything was ready, Nangong Qi slowly took out a tinder from his arms. The tinder trembled slightly in his hand, as if it was also trembling for the tragedy that was about to happen.
He stood outside the house, looked up at the pitch-black night sky, and suddenly a crazy and twisted smile bloomed on his face. That smile was like a flower of evil blooming in the night sky, full of terrifying hideousness and terror.
At that moment, he seemed to be possessed by the demon of revenge. All reason and humanity were thrown out of his mind, leaving only the burning hatred raging in his heart: "Mother, sister, your spirits in heaven are watching. I will make all my enemies pay the price. Even if it means making the whole world my enemy, I will not show mercy."
With a sudden flick of his wrist, the fire starter drew a sharp arc in the air and landed accurately in the house covered with kerosene.
In an instant, the flames rose into the sky like a roaring dragon, instantly engulfing the entire house.
Suddenly, the heart-wrenching cries of pleas for mercy and desperate screams of the queen and her daughter were heard from inside the house. The sound penetrated the raging fire and echoed in the silent night sky, making people shudder.
However, Nangong Qi stood quietly in the distance, his arms folded across his chest, watching all this coldly. His eyes were like the stars in the cold night, cold and ruthless.
He just stood there quietly, as if time had stopped for him, until he was sure that there was no life left in the sea of fire and no one could escape this catastrophe. Then he gently brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, turned around and walked away with steady and determined steps.
This act of revenge is just the beginning of Nangong Qi's grand revenge blueprint.
In his mind, he had already painted a more detailed and thrilling picture of revenge.
The Beichen Kingdom and all the people and things related to it are like chess pieces on a chessboard, about to be caught up in his storm of revenge that is enough to overturn the entire situation. They will struggle and sink in the vortex of power and hatred, and no one will be spared.