The muscles on Zixiao Pavilion Master's face were pulsing, and the veins on his forehead popped out. It was hard to tell whether it was anger or resentment.
The expression on a face changes rapidly.
Chu Shaoyang looked at him and shook his head again: "No, I don't want to become the second father. Your face now is too scary."
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion stared at him, unable to say a word.
"Mirror, I want a mirror!" He suddenly roared angrily.
Chu Shaoyang looked at him quietly and stood still.
"I said I want a mirror, are you deaf?" The Master of Zixiao Pavilion roared again.
Chu Shaoyang sighed.
"Father, you'd better stop reading."
"No, I want to see it, I want to see it!" The Master of Zixiao Pavilion's eyes were red.
"Okay, please wait a moment, father, I'll go and come back." Chu Shaoyang glanced at the master of Zixiao Pavilion again, turned around and walked out of the stone prison.
The master of Zixiao Pavilion stared at the stone slab above his head, panting.
Scenes from decades past flashed through his mind.
His childhood, adolescence, after he ascended the throne, his high spirits, his high aspirations, his grand ambitions...
It's all vivid in my mind.
No, how could I be ugly like this!
Absolutely impossible!
"Father, mirror."
Chu Shaoyang quickly went back and brought back a dusty bronze mirror. He first brushed off the dust on the mirror with his sleeves before sending it to the Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
But he himself turned away, not wanting to look at his father's face again.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion's eyes lit up, and he suddenly regained some energy. He didn't know where the strength came from. He sat up suddenly, took the mirror from Chu Shaoyang's hand, and looked in the mirror.
I saw a face covered in blood and dirt appeared in the mirror, with deep wrinkles on the corners of the eyes and forehead, and the white hair on his head was in a mess, covered with blood and mud, and was dirtier than a beggar.
And that face, that face...
Master Zixiao's hands began to tremble.
Is that face full of ferocity, malice, resentment, anxiety, anger, and pain really my face
What Chu Shaoyang said was absolutely right. This face was full of all the ugly expressions in the world, so ugly that he didn't want to look at it a second time.
This... is this really me
When did you become so ugly
Master Zixiao's hands were shaking more and more.
Suddenly, he slammed the mirror out.
"Liar! Liar! They are all liars!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! This is not me, not me!"
"no… "
He roared one last time.
Before the word "I" could be shouted out, the voice suddenly stopped.
His body was still sitting upright, his eyes were wide open, and he had stopped breathing.
Chu Shaoyang's face was still calm with no expression.
There was no sadness, no pain, and no anger.
If anything, it was the flash of compassion in his eyes.
"Father, you are tired, please take a good rest. Now, you can finally sleep peacefully."
His palm fell on the eyes of Master Zixiao Pavilion. When he lifted it up again, Master Zixiao Pavilion had already closed his eyes.
"Father, I will not become the second you. Because I have completely figured out that you were once high and had everything, but at the end of the day, what else do you have? You have nothing. Because you have never been sincere If you have ever loved a woman, in your eyes, women are just playthings, tools that can be used. But I am different. I have a beloved woman. I just want to be with her, leave the palace, leave the world, and find a new life. A place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and I can live a peaceful life with her. For this, I want nothing.”