Aye
Is that Aye's voice
In an instant, Xuyu's heart began to palpitate and beat rapidly.
The moment this voice entered her ears, a sense of familiarity that was engraved in her bones immediately arose from the deepest part of her memory. No matter where she went or how much time had passed, she would never forget it.
However, it was not the voice of Aye in her memory. It sounded old, hoarse, and full of a sense of oppression that was completely unfamiliar to her.
She raised her head hastily and looked around.
At this moment, the eunuch who had brought her here just now scolded her: "How dare you be so rude in front of the emperor?"
The sound came from behind a low-hanging curtain at the side.
Xuyu came back to her senses with a start.
She actually forgot and subconsciously thought of this situation as the past between her and Aye. She knelt down hurriedly and kowtowed deeply to the ground in front of her.
A moment later, someone walked out from behind the curtain, and his boots walked past her. She heard the slight rustling sound of clothes as the person moved.
The emperor walked to a sitting bed behind the painting table. The eunuch gently helped him sit on it, then bowed and stepped back, quietly disappearing behind the curtain to wait for his summons.
"Raise your head!" After a moment, the voice came again.
Xuyu mustered up her courage, slowly raised her head and looked forward as she was told.
Across the drawing table, a thin face came into her sight.
The face was old, dark, and sickly. Under the high brow bones, a pair of eyes as deep as wells were filled with coldness and doubt.
The emperor was wearing casual clothes, and at this moment he was looking at her coldly with a slightly frown on his face.
It’s Aye.
It's her Aye!
Xuyu recognized him at the first sight, however, she could hardly believe that the emperor with white hair and beard sitting in front of her, revealing his old age, was really her father who used to have black haircut, loud laughter, vigorous steps, and was as heroic as a god
She knew she couldn't do this, but she couldn't control herself. When she saw the person in front of her, her tears not only didn't stop, but instead they kept falling from her eyes like beads.
What happened to Aye over the years? Why did he become what he is now
After a brief shock, what followed was immense heartache.
If he only called her "Hao'er" at this moment, just once, she would definitely put aside all her doubts and resentments, throw herself into his arms regardless of everything, and cry loudly.
At first, the emperor didn't know whether he was confused by her endless tears or something else. His eyes fell on her face, revealing some surprise and doubt. He looked at her for a moment, and soon his expression turned gloomy again.
"I'm not dead yet."
He said this coldly, with a strong disgust as if he was looking down on everyone.
The sound was like the sound of a sharp sword or halberd, which immediately woke Xuyu up.
The man sitting on the seat is the current emperor of the Holy Dynasty, the king who holds the power of life and death, and the father whom she has decided not to recognize rashly after repeated considerations.
He is no longer the pure father of Li Hao'er in the former residence.
She tried her best to calm herself, wiped away her tears quickly, and bowed her head deeply.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! The reason why I couldn't stop crying just now was because I saw the deep love between mother and daughter in the painting. I thought of my mother who passed away early and was separated from her. I was overwhelmed with emotion and could not control myself. As a result, I lost my composure in front of Your Majesty to such an extent."