"Charride, how many years have you been with me?" In the dimly lit study, only a quaint little lamp was lit on the table.

"If you return to the king, eight years ......" Charlied knelt on the ground with his knees together, and all the respect in the past turned into firmness in his eyes at this moment, "this time it is my disadvantage, and I will bear all the blame." ”

"And the only time," Chen Zhaoheng looked at him deeply, and after a moment, his voice was disappointed, "In eight years, you have never made a mistake of principle, and I hope you will not in the future." ”

"This is the only time," Charried closed his eyes and looked up at Shangchen Zhaoheng, "I will use the rest of the time to make up for the mistakes I made." ”

"Go down and get your own punishment." With a sigh, Chen Zhaoheng turned his chair around, leaving him in darkness.

The moonlit villa, the layers of floating fog, stained the lights in the garden dim.

In front of the windowsill on the second floor, thick curtains block everything in the room. Chen Zhaoheng got up and stood by the window, and when he opened the curtains, he happened to see a sneaky figure walking by the path below.

With one hand in his pocket, he leaned back against the glass, and only slowly closed his eyes until the figure disappeared from view.

Through the winding path next to the garden by the light, Anyang's heart tightened uncontrollably when he came to the wooden house next to it.

"Are you alright?"

When Charride saw her appear, he stiffened his face, "I'm fine, I didn't beat hard." ”

Smiling apologetically, he lay on the cold hard wooden bed, the blood seeping from his back stained his shirt red, "You shouldn't have come." ”

"Blame me," An Yang lowered his eyebrows and put the ointment he brought in front of him, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been punished......"

"Don't say that," Charried chuckled, "it's a dereliction of my job, and you don't need to take it personally." What's more, I don't regret it. ”

When he said this, he looked at An Yang's slightly pale little face, and the light in his eyes became the most beautiful star in the night, "Lingshan, this matter should be over, don't tell others again." ”

An Yang nodded silently, looking at his appearance that he couldn't move, his eyes were slightly red, "Thank you." ”

Her out-of-control performance that day would have been thought of by anyone, but Charried didn't embarrass her......

It's just that she didn't expect that the person who had betrayed in the mermaid news would choose to commit suicide at the last moment.

That false list, without even reaching Chen Zhaoheng, made Charlie suppress. Even he didn't deceive, let alone Chen Zhaoheng......

Back in his room, Anyang woke up from his sleep again. The bloody scene in front of her frightened her more than ever.

Her hands were stained with human blood, and that was because of the monstrous hatred in her heart. Only now did she realize that she was not ready to face her compatriots at all......

After four days of calm, Charried was finally able to get out of bed and move.

"The king trusts him so much. I've heard from the people below that as long as Charlie has handled something over the years, he has never made a mistake. ”

"So what. I made a big mistake this time, and even if I had saved my life, I don't think the king would have used him as much as before. ”

During the lunch meal, Anyang heard a whispering voice next to him, and the things in his mouth instantly lost his taste.

"By the way, you also went with you that day, was Charlid doing something else when the accident happened?" One of them noticed An Yang and slammed her arm with a smile.