Zhao Huajin took Youhuan's hand again, and his palms were wet, soaked in cold sweat.

Zhao Huajin took a handkerchief and rubbed her palm, hanging her head slightly, very patient and meticulous.

Both of them were quiet and didn't speak, but they could sense each other's emotions very keenly.

Zhao Huajin wiped Youhuan's hands clean, felt that she was slowly relaxing, and she was not as scared as Fang Cai, so she said, "Are you afraid of killing?" ”

Youhuan nodded, but then shook her head again, "I don't know either." ”

"I'm not afraid of them being killed by me, I'm afraid of myself. Killing one after another, I don't know if there will be more in the future, whether one day in the future, I will become murderous without blinking. "From thousands of pampered county lords to orphans, to slaves who died in the country, it is clear that what should be in their hands is gold, silver and jade hairpins, not murderous weapons.

In the past, she didn't think that she would be alive after killing Emperor Zhao, but now it's different, she wants to have a future.

It's just that this future is still too vague, she is no longer the same as before, and many of the naïve fantasies she held when she was a child are no longer suitable for her.

You Huan raised her eyes to look at Zhao Huajin, her eyes were clear, and she asked, "Your Highness, will I become a bad person?" ”

The distinction between good and bad people seems to be too simple.

Zhao Huajin was silent for a moment, stretched out his right hand, and spread out his palm, which was much bigger than Youhuan's hand.

Although it is slender and fair-skinned, it is also a man's hand after all, not as delicate as Youhuan's hand, and there is also a cocoon left by years of sword practice at the tiger's mouth.

"Baili Youhuan, you once said that Bengong is a good person, but Bengong has killed many more people than you." Zhao Huajin didn't remember what it was like to kill someone for the first time, "This palace can also kill people without blinking, and even if you give an order, dozens of lives will be lost because of this palace." ”

"Do you think this is still a good person?" Zhao Huajin's eyes were dark and cold, not quite the same as the gentleness towards Youhuan on weekdays.

You Huan subconsciously retracted her hand back, and Zhao Huajin saw her small movements, and her heart sank slightly.

"Forget it, you have a good rest, don't think about it so much. In the future, follow this palace, and if you want to kill someone, this palace will kill for you. ”

Zhao Huajin got up to leave, and Youhuan looked up at the beam, her mind drifting away.

Suddenly, I felt that if it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it didn't seem to matter so much whether the good guy or the bad guy was.

No matter what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince becomes, she likes it.