Feng Sujin was mentally prepared, but she was still shocked by the photos in front of her.
She looked at the people in front of King Guoying and Queen. One was a little boy standing, who looked about five or six years old, so beautiful.
There was another child, an infant, being held by the queen.
The family of four looks so cozy.
Even if I just look at the photos, I can't bear to disturb such a warm and touching scene.
You can tell at a glance how loving and loving this family of four is, and you can see how loving the King and Queen of Guoying are.
The photo next to them is a photo of the two of them. When they look at each other, the emotion is revealed in their eyes.
Feng Sujin felt very sad when she thought that such people were gone. She was unwilling to think about it or accept such a fact.
She remembered that the King and Queen of Guoying died in the coup.
If... if her guess is correct, this little boy is Jun Mohan when he was a child.
Feng Sujin's throat was choked, "This is you, right?"
Jun Mohan hasn't looked at the photos for a long time, because it would make him fall into the beautiful memories of his childhood, and he could not help but think of the fire and the blood that night.
No matter what kind of memory it is, it hurts to recall it.
If he had to tell Ajin, Jun Mohan might not even open these pages again.
Seeing it again, Jun Mohan's eyes turned red.
Those were his biological parents. The memory of being with his parents during his childhood was the warmest and happiest.
Jun Mohan said hoarsely: "Well, it's me. These are my biological parents, and that one is my biological brother, but they all died in the coup."
Feng Sujin's heart ached, "For such a young child..."
Jun Mohan closed his eyes in pain. His younger brother was only one year old at the time. He liked to cling to him the most at that time. Although he had just learned to walk, he still liked to walk towards him unsteadily.
He would smile the brightest at him, and when he could talk, he would babbling and shout, "Brother...Brother..."
Even now, more than twenty years later, he still seems to be able to hear that clear cry in his ears, "Brother..."
However, at that time, he only focused on playing by himself and did not spend much time with his younger brother.
When he thought of this, Jun Mohan couldn't bear it and felt suffocated.
Feng Sujin felt something was wrong with Jun Mohan's aura. She reached out and held his hand, "Mo Han, that's all in the past. I'm still here. I'm by your side."
She was really worried that Jun Mohan would become obsessed if he was immersed in the memories of the past.
Although she doesn't know what happened in the past, coups are often accompanied by blood and killings.
Just thinking about such a young child makes Feng Sujin feel uncomfortable.
"Few people know that such a young child was sacrificed in the coup, right?"
A bloodthirsty cold light flashed in Jun Mohan's eyes, "That's because the hero of the country, Marquis Lihen, completely blocked the news. No one knows about it, or maybe everyone deliberately forgot about it."
But his brother, he won't forget.
I had deliberately forgotten it before, but once I remembered it, it was really heartbreaking.
Feng Sujin felt very uncomfortable when she saw Jun Mohan like this, and she had the urge to cry. He was the son of Lord Guoying, so he was only five or six years old when the coup happened. I don't know how he got here.
Feng Sujin could not imagine how a five or six-year-old child could withstand the impact of darkness and killing.