His Rui

Chapter 291 - A Past That No One Knows About (1)

(My dear readers, the next few chapters are a bit emotional ...at least they were enough heartbreaking to make me cry when I wrote them. Do prepare your tissues and please do watch something funny for example some stand-up comedy after reading these few chapters for a few days. I don't want to make anyone sad but I can't change the plot of the story. *sniff* Thanks for reading

Ada:))

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Dreams, when you sleep, can be of two types.

One that rose from your deep desires where you get the bliss of what you have desired in your real life. The bliss is although fake, the dream gives you what you had wanted in its own way.

The second ones are nightmares.

They are dark like the darkness of the night for that person.

You don't want to have them or perhaps sometimes you are aware that it is just a nightmare but …you still have to live them during those few moments.

Just like how Xi Ying was doing at this time.

To Xi Ying, every dream that had his three-year-old child or his beautiful wife who ruled his heart ….it could only be a good dream.

However, he was very wrong …very very wrong. He was going to find it out today.

Lying on that stone bed on his stomach, he visibly frowned in his sleep.

A very cold breeze suddenly touched his forehead making that frown vanish away.

He was at peace now but …for how long?

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Where was he?

Xi Ying thought in confusion when he found himself standing at a familiar but unfamiliar place.

Slowly and slowly, it started to sink in his mind where he was standing actually.

It had been very long since he last visited this place.

His last visit to this place was at the time of his father's death.

The place where Xi Clan's ancestors were buried ….where his mother was buried and then just a few days later, his father was buried.

The place was just a few distances away from Xi Manor.

Xi Ying stepped forward in a daze and walked around aimlessly. He didn't even know why he was walking ahead instead of thinking about what he was doing there.

He just knew that he had to find someone…someone but whom?

He soon found that person.

It was he only.

Standing behind the tree, Xi Ying saw himself…just a few steps away. The other him was standing in front of a grave.

Xi Ying was confused again and looked towards the grave.

However, as soon as he did that, his face went pale.

The inscription on the grave continued to catch his eyes.

Empire – Xin? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Clan – Xi? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Son of Prime Minister Xi Ying – Xi Ling

The engraved words on the grave said.

Xi Ying's fists were clenched and his eyes were filled with raw anger. He immediately left the spot he was standing at and walked towards the man he could see in front of the grave.

What kind of joke it was?

His son, Xi Ling …he was very healthy when he had left Xi Manor with his wife.

What happened suddenly?

"What are you doing here?"

He asked the man standing in front of the grave but the man didn't respond at all.

Xi Ying was furious but with whom …..himself?

But his anger-filled eyes slowly and slowly calmed down because he started to observe the man's face.

It looked totally like him.

But the despair, sorrow, and the hopelessness he saw in the man's blank eyes …it was very different.

He looked as if he had nothing to live for.

All in all, he looked completely broken.

"Xi Ling."

The man whispered suddenly and kneeled down on the ground in front of the grave with a 'thump'.

Xi Ying was shocked and staggered a step back.

When was the last time he had kneeled in front of someone?

Xi Ying couldn't remember …perhaps it was a very long ago in front of his father. He used to kneel back then to pay respects until his father stopped him from doing that.

Today he was kneeling again …why?

"Father is so sorry, Xi Ling…"

The other him whispered with blank eyes as a string of fog escaped from his lips.

It was cold … very cold but Xi Ying couldn't feel it on his body.

All the coldness had penetrated his heart. It had gone cold.

Because slowly and slowly, Xi Ying was realizing that Xi Ling was dead. Why did he believe it? He didn't even know.

But at this moment, his mind doesn't seem to be in his control.

"Father should have come back sooner; Xi Ling. Father would have saved you then. But don't worry…Father will not leave anyone alive who became the reason for your death."

The other him whispered again but this time his eyes were not blank.

They were cold… deathly cold.

At this moment, in Xi Ying's mind, many scenes flashed.

"Prime Minister Xi, Young Master has been poisoned."

He saw himself standing in front of an old physician who said these words to him.

He was silent for a few moments before he said coldly.

"Then find its cure."

He asked the physician but the physician shook his head.

"I don't have any cure."

But when had Xi Ying accepted a 'no'.

He stepped forward and grabbed the physician's collar rudely as he said coldly.

"Find the cure otherwise your family dies by my hands."

The physician trembled and kneeled down on the ground when Xi Ying left him.

"Minister Xi, show me some mercy. Young Master doesn't have that much time. This old man would suggest you spend these precious moments with your son. This time …it will never come back."

The old physician said as he cried.

But his words only made Xi Ying's face go colder.

"An San."

He called out and An San immediately stepped inside the room.

While the Xi Ying who was watching this scene didn't understand at all what was An San doing inside Xi Manor.

Hadn't he thrown him away?

But he was not given any time to ponder over his confusion because the scene continued.

"Throw him out of Xi Manor and find some other capable physician."

Xi Ying said to An San who immediately grabbed the crying physician and left the room with him.

It was then his cold black eyes finally went towards the room where his son, Xi Ling, lived.

He stepped forward to open the door and went inside.