Stepping on the night, Ye Mujing realized his impulse before coming to the Forbidden Palace.

Riding the wind and slowing down, he took out the token he was carrying, and entered the palace without any hindrance.

Although the emperor had promised, Ye Mujing could come back to be his crown prince at any time......

But he understands that he never wanted to be a prince, let alone inherit the burden of this country.

The almost humble love for Ling Shang was enough to sustain him for the rest of his life.

Then why did he agree to Zhou Yinchen's request and do such a thing that deviated from justice?

He remembered that Zhou Yinchen cut his wrist, held the kiss and licked it.

His own blood seemed to be drained by him.

He couldn't forget Zhou Yinchen holding his blood-dripping hand and carving the word "Jing" in his heart.

Zhou Yinchen smiled triumphantly, "This is your name, you carved it on my body with your own hands." ”

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing ......" Zhou Yinchen then laughed sickly, "You and I can no longer be separated......

Ye Mujing closed his eyes, and the night wind whistled past his ears.

He didn't want to remember what happened next.

Zhou Yinchen's hatred for Dong Changyou...... It's just that I can't possess myself.

That's why Ye Mujing will deeply pierce the long needle into Zhou Yinchen's heart after the last stroke is completed.

What right does a man who has humiliated himself in front of the statue of his dead mother have to go with him to her?

Ye Mujing didn't dare to die.

Then let him Zhou Yinchen go and explain all this to his mother first......

The needle pierced very deeply, but it was also extremely gentle.

Ye Mujing couldn't forget the way Zhou Yinchen looked at him.

Half of the needle had already pierced, and Ye Mujing wanted to retreat.

But Zhou Yinchen held his hand firmly but held it tightly, as if to lead him to immerse the entire long needle in the flesh.

"Ah Jing, that's good...... We can die together, and I can still die in your arms...... It's really, so happy......"

The eyes, which were deepened by illness, were full of the sweetness of dying at the hands of their beloved.

Ye Mujing's hands trembled weakly; The blood on his wrist stained Zhou Yinchen's robe rusty red.

He watched Zhou Yinchen lose his breath.

Even if he lost his breath, Zhou Yinchen was unwilling to let go of his clenched hand.

Those eyes were full of warmth and contentment, not at all like what a dead man should be.

Tears for unknown reasons slipped from the corners of Ye Mujing's eyes.

But he didn't know it.

He looked at the corners of Zhou Yinchen's smiling mouth, leaned over and kissed it.

The cold lips didn't give a hint of response.

The hand that was clasped on the wrist was softly released.

The tears broke the embankment, and Ye Mujing couldn't hold back her crying anymore.

When the queen died, he did not grieve so much.

He was the one who turned around and left first many years ago, and he was the one who said he was going to die together not long ago, and now he is the one who lets go first......

When the tears dried up, Ye Mujing finally felt that his life seemed to have come to an end.

The fear of ending one's life with one's own hands spreads within the body; It was as if he had been sucked into a vortex of evil spirits.

He suddenly realized that he was a murderer.

At least...... Ye Mushen can't let Ye Mushen find out that his most beloved brother has done such a cruel and unkind thing.

Only a small section of the long needle was exposed outside the flesh, and Ye Mujing used all his strength to pull it out.

Zhou Yinchen's eyes didn't blink, but his body flicked as if he was stimulated by something.

Ye Mujing used the only remaining consciousness to stuff the long needle into his palm.

"Bingyan ......"

He read his words, but he didn't know what to say.