There is no Redemption for A Scum Villain

Chapter 14

The floor of this cell was damp and cold. Well, that should be normal for an underground prison. Especially if it was called 'Water Prison'. Shen Qingqiu tried to move, but the immortal binding cables made it almost impossible. He didn't know why he was still tied up with them. Where should he go? There were walls around him there were so thick that not the loudest sound could get through. And even if he somehow managed to get through the heavily guarded door that was additionally very thick and covered with dozens of locks, he would have to get through the maze-like tunnels flooded with guards. No one could get out.

Shen Qingqiu sneezed. He felt unwell. He had most certainly gotten sick. He startled when he suddenly heard two sets of footsteps. He tried to turn around. Before he managed to, a man and a little girl stood in front of him. He recognised the man as the palace master of Huan Hua Palace, the place he could currently call his 'home'. The girl he didn't recognise.

"But he doesn't look like a killer, Daddy," the girl said and hugged the palace master's arm tightly. She seemed a little intrigued.

"It's always the ones that look innocent, my love," he replied. Shen Qingqiu assumed the girl was his daughter, the little palace mistress,  judging by the way she had addressed him. "One wouldn't think that he would do such a thing as slitting his own shixiong's neck. But look at him. There is no doubt, daughter. He confessed."

The little palace mistress now got a little more brave. She stepped out from behind her father and tapped against Shen Qingqiu's leg with her foot. He kept lying on the floor, not moving at all. He only looked at the two, expressionless.

His daughter, not being able to see behind herself, the palace master began to grin mischievously. It had been a very long time since there had been anyone he could let his daughter play with. She had just gotten a new whip and was eager to try it out and the palace master loved seeing her happy. How could he refuse her wish?

It had been a while since Shen Qingqiu had last slept. He had been awake in prison for quite a long time. He was even thankful that they had beat him up so much that he had at last been able to find some rest. And the taste and smell of his own blood also finally made him lose this lingering smell of blood from another person.

When he opened his eyes, Shen Qingqiu found himself in a familiar white realm. Shen Jiu wasn't playing this time. He sat on the ground, not a cloud of fog was visible anywhere. Shen Qingqiu enjoyed that he could feel the freedom of movement again after weeks of not being able to. He walked over to Shen Jiu and took a seat beside him.

Shen Jiu immediately turned away and hugged his knees. "I didn't call you here," he said. His voice sounded strange, as if he had been crying.

"I didn't chose to be here," Shen Qingqiu replied. The his voice grew quiet, "But you're the only one I have left now."

"And whose fault is that?!" Shen Jiu yelled. His face really was tearstreaked when he looked back at Shen Qingqiu. "He's dead! And it's your fault! I hate you more than anything! I refuse to believe that you and I are the same person!"

"I'm sorry..." Shen Qingqiu whispered. He had always thought that those were nothing but empty words, but he thought that Shen Jiu deserved to hear them. He had wanted nothing more that to be happy with Yue Qingyuan, wanting him to get along with him too and what had Shen Qingqiu done?

"You killed the only man, the only person we ever loved," Shen Jiu quietly said, "You should feel sorry. For the both of us."

"Loved?" Shen Qingqiu asked. Suddenly he felt the small spark of a feeling in his chest. A memory shot to his head. The memory of this feeling that he had never felt before. Shen Jiu refused to show him the memories he had made with Yue Qingyuan, but he wanted to give him this.