One thought of life, ten thousand deaths.

Countless displaced people fled their homeland and poured into the city-state, which had not yet ignited the smoke of gunfire.

Ye Mushen vaguely remembers the scene of her aunt helping refugees fifteen years ago.

At that time, he felt that his aunt was more gentle and beautiful than his mother, and that she was more compassionate and kind than a bodhisattva.

But now he felt that it was just the most extreme benevolence that a narrow-minded woman could show.

To put it nicely, that's charity; To put it more thoroughly, that's hypocrisy.

How many of the refugees that Ye Ziling took in were trained by her to become secret soldiers? And how many of them were squeezed by her and made cheap slaves?

Just because she has a noble status, those people will repay her proud alms with absolute loyalty and life.

The only exception is Ling Shang.

Ye Ziling recognized him, but also regarded him as ominous.

Qin Tianjian's hexagram, few people know it, and no one remembers it anymore.

But the light on Ling Shang's body was too dazzling.

How can a mere scholar be better than a prince?

Therefore, Ye Ziling has always turned a blind eye to the bad things that Ye Mu Ginseng did.

Even, she would insinuate and instigate Ye Mushen to make the scholar suffer more.

Then he pretended to be a good person in front of everyone, forgave the willfulness of the five princes, and did not forget to appease the hearts of the scholars.

It seems that no one will doubt the origin of this young man.

This scholar is just a little clever guy, nothing special.

This strange and even somewhat extreme way seems to protect the third prince who is regarded as a cancer by the emperor, but in fact, it is pushing him step by step into the abyss of no return.

Ling Shang was just a kid at that time.

He is not a saint, he also has greed, hatred, and hatred.

Obsession with this kind of thing, once the cause of evil is planted, it will inevitably bear evil consequences.

At that time, Ye Mushen was one of the most favored princes, but Ling Shang was an abandoned son who didn't even deserve a surname.

But Ling Shang had never been jealous of him.

In the first few years of the palace, no one gave him a good face except his mother.

Even the gentle and modest Ye Mujing later often spoke disrespectfully to him, and even aimed a bow and arrow at him.

Later, he was exiled from the gate with Liu Shengming, and was used as a poison jar, and was arrested by a group of wizards to do it.

Ling Shang watched the boys of his age die in pain one by one, and looked at the wizard who was full of curiosity about himself, as if he also saw the end of himself.

He finally escaped that hell.

Before he returned to his homeland, he was chased and killed.

finally escaped many dangers and returned to the Central Plains, and encountered endless wars and killings.

He followed the crowd in the direction of his memory, witnessing the sickness and death of countless people along the way.

But he didn't die, and he didn't even get any sickness.

Of those refugees, only the luckiest were able to receive the help of the eldest princess.

On that bitter and bleak evening, Ling Shang unconsciously followed the flow of people to the princess's mansion.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the boy on the roof with his arms outstretched facing the sky.

From that distance, Ling Shang still recognized him at a glance.

That's what he thinks in his heart.

is like an uncarved jade, but it can't hide the handsomeness of the wind god, and the pride reveals the enviable innocence.

Ling Shang looked in his direction and unexpectedly saw a few faintly twinkling stars.

—the Betelgeuse star that he would look at from afar for countless nights.

The dark world seems to be lit up all at once.