"I want to know, what made such a prosperous country disappear overnight?"

Di Renjie couldn't wait to ask.

His grim gaze glittered in the night, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"Before I answer, I would like to ask Master Di a question."

Ming Shiyin unhurriedly put the white jade cup in his hand on the stone table.

He raised his hand and picked up the green jade wine jug, and continued to mix the wine into the empty cups of the two of them.

The flask is slightly tilted, the wine is slow, and the glass is slowly filled.

"You ask."

Di Renjie couldn't figure out what Ming Shiyin would have to ask him.

After Ming Shiyin heard this, he gently placed the green jade wine jug on the table. His slender fingertips rubbed the wine glass, looked at Di Renjie, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and thought for a long time before he spoke.

"I heard that when Master Di was seventeen years old, he saved a beggar he didn't know in Yucheng."

Ming Shiyin said unhurriedly in a low voice, the moonlight shone on his silver hair, and the faint clear glow added a layer of coolness.

"Seems to be the case."

Di Renjie frowned. His long, inky hair sits at his shoulders, and his knife-like eyebrows and eyes are handsome.

Di Renjie vaguely remembered that year there was chaos in Chang'an, and monsters were raging everywhere.

In order to kill all the monsters, he chased and killed all the way from Chang'an to the area of Yucheng.

That day, when he passed by a small border village in a jade city, it seemed that he had indeed saved such a person.

"Why save him?"

After Ming Shiyin asked softly, he picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips and took a sip.

His elongated eyes looked dark, like a deep river flowing to an unknown place.

.....

Jade City, Woyu Village.

The muddy streets, dust, and the dust that kicks up chokes people's noses.

Surrounded by simple and dilapidated houses, it can be seen that this is a very poor village.

In a pile of dilapidated mud huts, the only thing that can be seen is the iron basin and iron bucket placed at the door of each house to collect rainwater, which is the only complete thing.

In this place where there is a shortage of water and food, the people here are all yellow and thin because they survive here.

The only person who looked very special was a frail teenager.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. The silver hair at one end is eye-catching. His complexion was as fair as jade, and his clear eyes were full of panic and uneasiness.

Strangely enough, he was wearing a large black cloak and seemed to want to hide himself.

He was dirty, his robe was torn in many places, and he cowered like a beggar against the corner of the earthen wall.

This is the tenth day that Ming Shiyin escaped from Chunhua Palace.

His slender eyes were clear and sorrowful, and there were blood marks on his pursed lips. Blood oozed from his slender fingers.

The fingertips were all punctured, and the nails of two fingers were gone, just bloody.

On his left wrist, which was exposed outside the black robe, there was a clear mark of the rope strangleholding.

The right hand in the black robe was not covered with a fingernail, and there were still a few faint blood marks on the arm, as if it had been scratched by a sharp blade. Behind it is as uncomfortable as flesh and blood cracking.

Ming Shiyin seemed to be numb to the pain at this time,

His body couldn't help shaking, and he subconsciously leaned against the earthen wall, as if he had a slight sense of security.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, staring at the gray sky.

Either way, he had escaped, and he would never have to suffer those inhuman tortures again.

A sneer pulled out from the corner of Ming Shiyin's mouth, and that smile was more ugly than crying.

It's been nine years.

It is rumored that the living were sacrificed to prosper the country.

Ming Shiyin was selected to sacrifice when he was seven years old, and after his body was implanted with a ghost peony, he fell into a situation where life was worse than death.

When he was young, he always thought that someone would come to save him.

Year after year, day after day, he was like a monster.

Helpless lives in darkness. Constantly cursed by the wizards over and over again.

The wizards always tortured him in any way they could.

His painful struggles seem to be the most anticipated show by everyone.

The blood marks on his body were always healed and scabbed, and the ghost peony on his back clinged like a bloodsucking worm, devouring his flesh.

It seems that his pain will bring luck to the country of Tenka, even his father is so foolish.

His own brother even wished that he would die early, so that the position of monarch would not fall on the head of Ming Shiyin.

One day, he sat by the lotus pond with a gloomy face, and when he looked at the blooming lotus flowers, he jumped into the pond.

When he was rescued by the scrambled palace maid guards, he couldn't hold back his crying anymore.

He is not born, and death is not him.

He was sixteen years old.

He never trusted anyone else in the world again.

On the night he had escaped ten days earlier, he had killed his personal maid, Chundo.

Among his many maids-in-waiting, Chun Teng's appearance is not outstanding. She had a few freckles on her small round face, and a pair of watery eyes that could speak.

She always called him "Third Highness" softly.

She was the only maid in Chunhua Palace who treated him like before after he was chosen to sacrifice.

After the other palace maids and guards alienated and disliked him, they tried their best to dress him.

She always served medicine for him, healed his wounds, and secretly shed tears.

Always after he fell asleep, he kept vigil for him in front of the bed. For fear that the wind will be cold at night, blowing through the curtains, and it will be cold to him,

That night. As usual, she brought him hot soup.