Tianling, the imperial capital.
The rich night cover everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu Mansion.
The clear moonlight reflected through the window, falling on the figure sitting upright and meditating, giving it a bit of coldness.
He was an extremely young man with a handsome face, an extremely smooth line from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and a sharp mandible.
He was still wearing the black armor from three days ago.
Yes, he had been sitting in this position for three days.
These were also the longest three days in his life.
Countless images flashed through my mind.
Like a bizarre dream, but extremely real.
It was so real that he almost thought he was in a dream now.
A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, making the leaves rustle.
He had clearly done nothing, yet he felt extremely tired at this moment.
It was never like this when I was lost in the wilderness, seriously injured, but still walked for ten days without rest.
He closed his eyes and felt that everything in his mind seemed to tear him apart.
After a long time, he opened his eyes.
At this time, there was already a hint of fish belly white on the horizon.
He stood up and came to the desk, his eyes slowly sweeping over it.
With his current status, his food and clothing expenses are naturally excellent.
At a glance, the paperweight, ink block, and writing brush are all extremely precious items.
But in the end, his eyes fell on a brush at the edge.
The texture of this one is also very good, but probably because it is an old item, it looks like it has the traces of time.
It really doesn't look impressive here.
He picked up the brush.
The tentacles are slightly cool, but very smooth and smooth.
At this moment, he seemed to be reminded of the warm touch of her soft hand when it fell on the back of it.
"This is how you take it."
She said with a smile, without any contempt for him on her face.
Even though his hands were covered with red, swollen and festering frostbite.
Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help but use his other hand to gently rub the back of the right hand holding the pen, and the corners of his lips slightly curved.
But this smile quickly faded and became frosty.
Tuk Tuk.
There was a knock on the door and a careful report from the guard:
"Sir, His Highness is going to Xixinli Garden today. Do you want to accompany him?"
In this Mu Mansion, there is only one His Highness.
Di Ji.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghe moved his hands.
The brush that had just been dipped in ink froze in the air, and a drop of ink fell, quickly spreading into a black mass.
For a moment, he took that one away with a normal expression.
Then he finally put pen to paper.
His movements were very slow, and his expression was extremely focused. However, the palm that could lift a thousand pieces was trembling slightly at this time.
Stroke by stroke, he seemed to be pouring all his efforts into it.
It was clear that there was only one word, but it was extremely difficult for him to write it.
By the time he finished the last stroke, his lips were already pale.
Only those eyes can be seen a few steps into the depths.
"grown ups?"
The people outside boldly urged him again.
In the past three days, the adults have always locked themselves in the study, and there has been no movement at all. They are not without worries.
Only by moving out Di Ji can it be useful.
Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.
Yue.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only the endless sharpness.
"Go. Recruit a hundred elite troops to go with you."
It is common for Emperor Ji to go to Xinli Garden. Usually she does not make a big fuss about it, and she rarely even brings guards.
One hundred elites, plus him, would be enough.
Enough to seal her way of life.
Soon, from Xinli Garden to the Royal Ancestral Hall.
Mu Qinghe received three requests for help from her.
Thirteen Yue was transferred away from the mountain, and the people around her who were available were also trapped elsewhere.
The only one I can rely on is him.
But he didn't move, he just crushed all the news.
When the fire broke out from the royal ancestral hall, he was actually not far away.
Crazy flames soared into the sky, almost burning through half of the sky.
He knew that Qi Han rushed back with all his strength, and knew that many people wanted to rescue her.
He just pretends not to know.
It was not until later, when time was almost up, that he finally led people to put out the fire and rescue people.
But, where can anyone be saved
Under the fire, no bones were left.
Mu Qing and Hongyan looked for a long time in the flames and ruins.
In the end, he was covered in mess, fell to his knees slumped, and finally passed out.
When he woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was also there.
"Muda people."
Jiang Yucheng's face lost the look of sadness that he had when facing outsiders. He looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on his lips, but with a subtle sarcasm.
"You should know that from now on, she is no longer hers."
Mu Qinghe was silent for a long time.
But in the end, he smiled slightly under Jiang Yucheng's stunned gaze.
He nodded and said:
"I know."
He never was.
He doesn't have such luck, and he doesn't even dare to have extravagant hopes.
That fire became Mu Qinghe's nightmare from then on.
Day and night, the scene of that day always appeared in his mind.
He couldn't remember how many times he woke up tremblingly, covered in cold sweat, and the chill almost invaded his bone marrow.
He was tortured continuously like this and almost went crazy.
And this situation finally changed when I went to Yaochen and saw the girl.
He saw those extremely familiar yet unfamiliar eyes.
The biggest difference was the look in her eyes when she looked over.
Shock, disbelief, disbelief.
Mu Qinghe just ignored it.
But from then on, the fire in his dream turned into a pair of eyes.
He heard her question:
"Mu Qinghe, how dare you betray me!"
Every word is like a sharp knife carving into the bone and blood, and the knife is dripping with blood.
He clutched his chest, slumped and desperate.
"Your Highness. I."
No.
But even when he was alone, even in a dream, he did not dare to say these words.
He thought that this nightmare would probably have to wait for her to come and break it herself.
It would be nice if she could kill him with her own hands.
He finally waited for this day.
The cold and sharp sword blade penetrated the flesh, and he could feel the blood in his body slowly flowing away, along with heat and vitality.
But he feels good.
In these years, there has never been a better time than this moment.
He saw her awakening, saw her return, saw that she was about to take back everything she had.
As the first divine envoy, he seemed to have lived for a long time.
Always high and powerful.
But it seems that only those ten years in Tianling were truly alive.
His whole life was like experiencing a long nightmare.
There are only some fragments with warmth.
In fact, it is very little, but it is enough to comfort this life.
For this reason, he was willing to make all these choices.
His vision gradually blurred, and he finally couldn't take another look at that face.
He laughed.
Fortunately, in the end, he finally died a worthy death and got what he wanted.
very good.
It'll be over in a day or two
(End of chapter)