After Transmigrating Into The Weak Villain Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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After invading his life with dominance or gentleness, the person occasionally revealed a vulnerable and sensitive side. However, just when he felt like he could touch the true emotions of the other through the facade, a cruel blow from the person, either forcefully or gently, shattered his tender fantasies. 

Since Chu Xie’s two personalities began to merge, he was almost driven crazy by this tumultuous affection. 

Sometimes, he felt like he had touched the person’s true heart, as if ascending to heaven. 

Other times, he felt that the person had no heart at all, plunging into h*ll. 

This cycle repeated endlessly, with no end in sight. 

Now, he found himself about to harm the person’s mother. 

“Ah Xie… release her. Whatever you want to say, just talk to me. I promise you everything. Ah Xie, do you want me to let Xu Chunmu go? I will, I will… Just release my mother; she will freeze to death… She, she…” 

As he spoke, his voice choked. 

As if pleading.

“You have fire in your heart, and you’re charging at me.” 

His mother had suffered enough in her life. If possible, he would shield her from all wind and snow, blocking all the hidden dangers in the capital. 

What was happening now? 

Why was it so absurd? 

Chu Xie looked at those red and pitiful eyes, feeling a slight ripple in his heart. Nevertheless, he maintained a cold expression and said, “Xu Chunmu has already left the capital… Jiang Yanchi, if you have any conscience left, considering the military merits of the Xus in the past, let him go.” 

“I’ll let him go, okay, I’ll let him go.” Jiang Yanchi feared that Chu Xie wouldn’t make any requests. He looked at the delicate blade in Chu Xie’s hand, as if afraid that a careless move would cut the rope. “Ah Xie, you said it yourself. You saved my mother for me… She really can’t have any accidents. Ah Xie, are you trying to take my life…” 

Chu Xie’s mouth tightened into a straight line, and his pitch-black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin mist. 

“Isn’t it you that wants my life.”

“What are you talking about…” 

“Xu Chunmu is my life.” 

Jiang Yanchi’s eyes quickly became desolate and bloodshot, exuding a sharpness reminiscent of a knife. “What did you say.” 

Chu Xie cleared his throat, the wind messing up his hair, making him look somewhat disheveled, and slightly desolate. 

The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering the long steps in a layer of translucent jade, making the complexion appear exceptionally pale. 

Chu Xie’s tone, however, was extremely plain, and the words squeezed out of his throat were accompanied by a hint of weakened hoarseness. 

“Jiang Yanchi.” 

“The thing I regret the most is agreeing to marry you.” 

Yes, it was marriage. 

Everything went awry after that. 

Chu Xie had been in this world for over a decade, and before that, he had never made a mistake in any storyline.

Diligent and meticulous, seamless in celestial garments. 

Everything was perfectly performed. 

Until Jiang Yanchi proposed marriage. 

He unexpectedly agreed. 

Like breaking through decayed matter, things began to develop in the worst direction, unstoppable. 

Jiang Jingan’s death shouldn’t have failed. 

The forest assassination shouldn’t have been delayed. 

The person’s figure swayed, barely steadying themselves, then said, “If you have something to say, we’ll talk in the palace.” 

“Back to the palace.” He sneered, “Do I still have a life to return to the palace?” 

“Chu Xie!” His forehead involuntarily frowned, his voice raised slightly, entangled with the pain in his abdomen. He reached out, pressing against what seemed like a cracking wound, making an effort to soften his voice, “I said, let’s talk properly… Do all your requests have to be achieved through deception and threats? Why can’t you just…” 

“What can I do?”

Chu Xie took over, “You stripped the Xu family of their military power, and you stripped me of the power of a Zhangyin… Jiang Yanchi, what else can I do?” 

“Ah Xie, don’t talk about anything else for now. Please, put my mother down quickly; she will really freeze to death!” Jiang Yanchi didn’t want to argue with him anymore, only speaking with sincerity. 

“Then let her freeze to death.” 

Chu Xie glanced at Zhao Lingqu, his heart holding a smoldering fire. His words were sharper than knives, piercing the hearts and lungs of those below. “Anyway, you never gave us a way out.” 

Us. 

Jiang Yanchi gritted his teeth. 

Chu Xie was not afraid of death, he had always known that. If it was just a threat to his own life, he wouldn’t be so desperate. 

Now, he was going mad like this, for whom, he could understand with just a strand of hair. 

Ultimately, it was all for Xu Chunmu. 

Because he deceived him, withheld Xu Chunmu, and didn’t fulfill his wish to hand over the three hundred thousand troops to the one surnamed Xu, he was now venting his anger by suspending Duan Se on the cold wall for a full two hours in the severe winter. 

How could he be so ruthless, how could he treat himself like this? 

Yes, his usual way of doing things was like this. 

If he hadn’t cut off his position early on, moved against Xu Chunmu, he didn’t know how crazy he would have become. 

Chu Xie was like a stone that couldn’t be warmed no matter how one tried. 

Jiang Yanchi couldn’t discern any emotional fluctuations on the surface. He just lowered his voice continuously, pleading softly, “Ah Xie… You said that saving Duan Se is preserving the last bit of kindness in my heart…” 

Zhao Lingqu was his uncle. 

Jiang Yanchi had ascended the throne, and he was the blade of their Yue Clan people. 

This blade would mercilessly torture Xu Chunmu a thousand times when the time came. 

“Kindness? Do you still believe in that.”

Chu Xie sneered, “I’ve said a hundred times that I don’t like you, but you refuse to believe it. Why would you believe this now? It’s all a ruse to placate you. You think I like you? You think I have any expectations of you.” 

The pale thin lips slightly opened, spewing hurtful words filled with hatred. 

“Wise ruler? Ha, a person like you, can you be a wise ruler?” Chu Xie arrogantly tightened his jaw, the pent-up irritability continuously surging up from the depths of his heart. His eyes were insolent, “Xu Yi was right. You and your grandfather are the same kind of people—cruel, bloodthirsty, yet pretending to be harmless…” 

“Do you want to be a good emperor? Think about how many people you’ve killed since you ascended the throne.” 

Indeed, Jiang Yanchi. 

How did you become such an emperor? 

“You killed Xu Yi, killed Ningyuan Wang, killed Jiang Jingan, stirred up chaos in the western border with the Xiongs, provoked the flames of border battles, and even ascended the throne by patricide. Now you want to kill Xu Chunmu… If you kill him, who else can defend this vast land for you?” 

He saw the fresh blood oozing from Jiang Yanchi’s waist and abdomen and didn’t continue. 

As if a layer of frost had formed in his heart, Jiang Yanchi never knew that Chu Xie saw him like this. 

He had said that he hoped to be a good emperor, and if possible, he hoped not to be entangled by power, becoming a true enlightened ruler. 

Were those lies? 

He thought that, for Chu Xie, he was the most special one. 

With enough patience and skill, he could contend with and even trade with this cunning fox, and see the fleeting gentleness beneath the perfect and cruel mask. 

He thought that if there was truly a person in this world who could approach him with sincerity, withstand Chu Xie’s sharp teeth and claws, and ultimately embrace him tightly, that person would undoubtedly be himself. 

But he was wrong. 

The special one was not him. 

It was Xu Chunmu. 

This cunning and malicious fox liked the pure and flawless rabbit. 

He approached him with a mask for Xu Chunmu, seeking fame for him so that he could live a better life in the North. 

He feigned death to escape from the capital, returning to the North with Xu Chunmu. 

He returned to the capital to save Xu Chunmu’s family. 

Now, he was recklessly holding the current emperor’s mother hostage, disregarding his own life and death, all for the sake of seeking a way out for Xu Chunmu. 

Now thinking about it, their meeting, acquaintance, familiarity, encounters… even the so-called love and commitment. 

All because of Xu Chunmu. 

He originally thought that Chu Xie didn’t understand love at all and tried to teach him how to love someone sincerely. 

But it turns out, he didn’t understand him. 

“Chu Xie, you really… really.” His thin lips slightly opened, but he couldn’t utter a complete sentence. 

Regardless of fierce threats, shrewd temptations, or gentle flattery. 

He had tried them all. 

But he really couldn’t get this person’s heart. 

How many times did he have to experience bone-cutting pain to prove—when Chu Xie hurt him, there was never a hint of concern. 

He could endure the pain over and over, but he couldn’t lose his mother. 

Jiang Yanchi’s eyes contained a crack, like snowflakes fluttering in the sky, contrasting with the man’s clear and cold gaze in front of him. 

Gripping his hand tightly, his nails deeply penetrated the palm, squeezing out a gory display of blood, “I understand, you win. I’ll make one last deal with you. You release my mother. I’ll let go of Xu Chunmu and release you…”

Chu Xie was stunned. 

Jiang Yanchi lifted his eyes, a gaze both unfamiliar and cold, carrying a kind of compromising resignation. 

“Dragging on with you, I always lose. You’re right. It’s my insistence on liking you, and I deserve it… Chu Xie, release my mother, and I’ll let you go.” 

Plip, plop. 

Chu Xie lowered his head, looking at the dampness on the back of his hand, then raised his head to gaze at the misty sky, clearly showing no sign of rain. 

Jiang Yanchi weakly chuckled, taking the last few steps up the stairs. “I understand. There’s no point in continuing this entanglement. I’ve figured it out. Let’s just let you go.” With that, he walked onto the city wall, covering the wound on his waist and abdomen, pressing down on the oozing blood with a palm, speaking gently, “Please release my mother first.” 

Chu Xie touched the dampness on his face, remaining in a daze for a long time. 

It wasn’t until Jiang Yanchi took the final steps on the stairs that Chu Xie snapped out of it, shouting sternly, “Stop.” 

He did as told, stopping in his tracks. He noticed the dampness on Chu Xie’s face, was momentarily stunned, and then pulled out a bitter smile. “Why cry?” 

“You don’t need to pretend anything to me.” 

Chu Xie’s face was even paler than he had imagined, devoid of any signs of vitality, like a partially buried person with a dispersed divine light and a deep bruise under his eyes. 

Only the tip of his nose was reddened from the cold. 

Frost and snow adorned his eyelashes. 

Well, it was probably due to worrying about Xu Chunmu these days, he speculated. 

Jiang Yanchi’s lips curled into an emotionless smile as he walked towards the rope. His voice was light, as if afraid of startling him, “In the end, what fault does my mother have? Even if you want to punish me for stabbing him, hanging her for two hours should be enough.” 

“You didn’t just stab him once; you want to torture him! You want to kill him!” Chu Xie, as if recalling the peril of that day, rebuked sharply, “I’ve said it before, even if the whole world turns against you, Xu Chunmu won’t. Yet, you still want to kill him—” 

Jiang Yanchi’s pitch-black eyes gradually darkened, covered by a veil of deep shadows. 

The person was still standing a bit far away, and Chu Xie’s vigilance wasn’t that strong. When he realized the surroundings were too silent, it was already too late. 

The sound of blades clashing came from behind, and Chu Xie immediately lunged towards Duan Se, attempting to press the blade against the rope to gain some control.

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