"But what happened?" Young Master Qianmian stared at his face.
The guard whispered: "I heard that he is blind and can't see anything."
"Blind? Can't see anything?"
Mr. Qianmian repeated, and the guard nodded and continued in a low voice: "This is a secret. Everyone knows it, but no one dares to tell it. Miss Qianqian, you just know it well, but never Don't mention it in front of our prince, otherwise he will be angry."
"Haha, hahaha! It's great to be blind! It's great to be blind! He only lost one pair of eyes, but he killed my aunt!"
The Thousand-faced Young Master raised his head and let out a burst of laughter, but there was no hint of joy in the laughter, but only hatred through gritted teeth.
"Chu Shaoyang, you killed my aunt, and you made me crippled. I want to get this debt back from you one by one! You are just blind now. This is not enough, far from it. not enough!"
He hissed, and his voice spread far away.
The guards were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they begged as if they were begging grandpa to sue grandma:
"Miss Qianqian, you must keep your voice down. It doesn't matter if these words reach the ears of our prince, but if they reach the ears of Prince Chu, I'm afraid that the melon on your head will not be saved either. ”
"Yes, Miss Qianqian, although our prince likes you, Prince Chu saved our prince's life. Our prince has always regarded women as clothes and brothers as brothers. If he likes you, Miss Qianqian, I'm afraid... I can’t save your life.”
Young Master Qianmian stopped laughing and nodded slowly.
"You are right."
His eyes became dark and gloomy, like a deep pool with no bottom, which made the guards feel a chill all over their bodies.
"I have nothing more to ask. You all, please go out." He said calmly.
The guards all left the room as if they had been granted amnesty, and then closed the door.
Young Master Qianmian lay on his back on the bed, his hands and feet were tied tightly with ropes, but he did not want to struggle, nor did he ask the guards to help him untie them.
His eyes were wide open, staring at the embroidered curtain above his head, but his mind was blank.
For a long time, he didn't think about anything, because he couldn't think at all. He only knew that there seemed to be countless villains in his mind, hammering away at his head with sharp awls, almost killing him. His head was pierced.
pain! It hurt so much that he couldn't think about anything at all.
I don't know how long it took, but the headache that almost pierced him weakened a little.
Only then did he become vaguely conscious.
Dead... She is dead... burned to death in the wedding hall...
Everyone was rescued, but she... died!
Why! Why is this happening!
His teeth clenched loudly, and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, quickly wetting the pillow.
These are tears of anger, tears of sadness, and tears of hatred.
revenge! He must avenge her! Take revenge for her on the executioner who killed her!
Chu Shaoyang, I will make you pay with blood, and I will make you pay back my aunt's life!
The Qianmianzi's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were burning with hatred and anger.
When he heard the news of her death, he was already devastated and his heart was like withered grass, but hatred made him come back to life.
He can't die! He must not die before avenging her!
Although his left hand is disabled, he is not a cripple. He still has a right hand, a pair of legs, and a head on his neck!