QingYu: A Wuxia Tale (Going Through Reediting)

General Wang

(Qing's POV)

I strode to my father's office but when I open the door, he was not there.

I look at the soldier guarding the office. "Where is my father?"

The lowly soldier salute first, "The Master General is in his office, Captain Wang." Is his answer.

I blanched. Master General? My father?

General Zong and Mr.Shu's blood  are still in that office but my father decided to occupy that office and position already?

I turn and walk to the Master General's office then. I didn't asked to be announced. I just open the door and walk inside.

I saw officials mingling around my father who is sitting at the head of the large table. This one was different from the one that was used by General Zong. The table where I threw Mr.Shu in our fight.

Resulting to his death.

I stared at the new table. Upright and funtional and clean. The whole office was cleaned. There are still traces of the fight that had happened but all the dead bodies and most of the blood on the floor was cleaned away.

So fast. My father worked too fast even for me.

"Qing, how is your wound?" My father asked when he saw me entered.

I gave him an incredulous look. "Why are you using this office?"

A coronel answered, "This is the Master General's office, Captain Wang. Obviously the Master General, your father, should use the place. It's only natural..."

Natural? As natural for him to stick to my father because he held the power seat now? These officials, they acted loyal to General Zong when he was still alive. But now they swarm around my father, whispering praises and encouragement as they court my father's favor and be in his good graces.

Bunch of vultures and maggots.

"Qing ah, we were discussing about what to do to give General Zong a burial fit for his position. You can contribute and suggest..."

I scoffed. "A burial fit for General Zong? Cut up his body and feed him to the wild animals in the forest,"

My answer shocked all of them. I don't give a damn. I stared at my father. I can't fit a man who will abuse a woman to the father that I know and raised me.

Did Dayu lied again? Just to spite and hurt me because of what happened to his uncle.

Or am I blinded by my love, loyalty and respect to my sire that I didn't see the evil acts he is capable of doing?

"Can I talk to you alone, Father?" I asked in a lifeless tone. My mind whirling with the possibility that Dayu was telling the truth.

"Why Qing, I am busy..."

"Please," I openly pleaded to him. I saw suprised in his eyes. The last time I pleaded like this to my father was when I was six years old and I broke a horse cart when I kicked it.

I pleaded for him to lock me away so I won't hurt anyone or broke anything again.

Now, I am begging him again. I want the truth coming from his own mouth, with his own words.

I want him to tell me that it was all a lie. So I can go back to Dayu, get angry at him and have an excuse to tie and drag him away where I can lock Dayu away to a place where only I will have access on him so he can't spread lies anymore.