The moment he stepped into the room, a cold light flashed in the night, and a short sword was already on his neck.

"Been waiting for me for a long time?" Far from being afraid, there was a hint of banter in his tone.

Xia Ye'er's beautiful face was reflected on the sword, and she snorted coldly and said, "Why do you want to harm Concubine Rong?" ”

"If I say it's not me, will you believe it?" He asked rhetorically.

"If I say I'm going to kill you, will you believe it?" The blade pressed closer to his neck, and it seemed that a little more blood would pour out.

"If you kill me, you'll never find what you want." He said with a smile, unimpressed by the danger.

She sneered: "I'm alone, without any shackles, how can I find something?" ”

"Really?" The smile on his face spread: "Then you can kill me." ”

"You think I wouldn't dare?" As she spoke, the sword in her hand withdrew slightly, but the next moment it stabbed him in the neck—

"Really?" His voice rang in her ears, "Simon Qianling—"

When those four words fell into her ears, her hand froze, and the blade suddenly stopped as it stabbed in, and a cold cold entered his skin. There was a dead silence all around, and neither of them spoke for a moment in the darkness.

Before her eyes, the rainy night, the hut, the boy, the jade pendant, and the blood-stained sky reappeared.

"I'll come to see you again - you're mine!" The little one left her field of vision with a beautiful smile, leaving only that sentence-

"Remember, my name is Chengdao ......"

She remembered his name, the memory that had been blown away by the wind......

She felt dizzy......

"Is that you?" After a while, she asked in a slightly trembling voice.

He nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he removed the short sword, but he heard a crisp voice—

Her hand hung limply, and her sword fell to the ground.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and a mist appeared in her eyes, which turned from initial disbelief to deep pathos, and then to anger—

"Tell me, what happened that day? Why are you at my house? ”

He looked at her, taking in all her emotions, and when he saw the tears in her eyes, his heart seemed to pass through some strange emotion for a moment, and his usual confidence and indifference were clouded with a layer of hesitation at this moment......

"Tell me......" Her voice trembled, and she even begged: "Please tell me......"

He was stunned, the emotion in his heart became more and more intense, and the answer he had originally thought of lingered in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a cramped knock outside the door.

"Who?" He snapped.

"The Third Prince, it's me." The visitor whispered.

Ximen Chengdao heard the voice of the comer, and turned his eyes, but saw that Xia Ye'er was nowhere to be found.

He opened the door, and a man walked in, dressed in the clothes of a guard, with a dark complexion, thick eyebrows and a high nose, and the lines of his face were resolute and handsome.

"Say it!" Simon knew that he would not have come here suddenly unless it was for an emergency.

"Concubine Rong has just been given death by the emperor in prison." The man said.

"Does the prince know?" Ximen Chengdao frowned.

"I don't think it's known." The man pondered, "If he knew, he would not stop there." ”

Ximen Chengdao turned his back, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Even so, let him know." ”

"Understood." The man said again: "There is one more thing - the emperor's close guards have increased a lot recently, and it seems to be ...... Something is going to happen. ”

"Got it." Ximen Chengdao said in a faint tone.

When the man heard this, he turned and retired.

"Concubine Rong is dead?" As soon as the man left, Xia Ye'er walked out of the back room.

He nodded, not surprised by her presence.

She sighed softly: "She wouldn't have been like this, if she had stayed in Yuanxiangju with peace of mind, she would have been alive ......"

"Sometimes people live, what is the difference between death?" He responded, but he didn't know if he was talking about Concubine Rong or himself.

"That person just now, I met, was in prison that day." He was the same man she had seen that day before she was stunned, "Who is he?" ”

"A friend." He replied.

"It's a chess piece!" She sarcastically said.

"Whatever you want." His indifferent tone drew her anger—

"Concubine Rong too." "If you don't have value, you'll make the pieces disappear," she said. ”

He was noncommittal, looking at her eyes, the depths of his pupils were full of pathos and sadness.

"It's the emperor." After a long silence, he suddenly said.

"What?" She was a little stunned by his answer.

"The murderer of your family that day is the emperor." He looked at her for a moment and said coldly.

Her mind went blank, her feet became a little disobedient, and she took two steps back, and a pang of pain welled up in her heart.

"What? Don't you want to know the truth? There was sarcasm and sarcasm in his words: "What if you told you? What can you do? ”

"Why?" She leaned against her desk and muttered, "Why did you kill my family?" Why? Two lines of tears fell down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop trembling.

"For the throne." He said coldly as he walked towards her step by step, "Your father is my father's own brother, my uncle, who holds military power, but refuses to follow my father, and tries to prevent him from overthrowing the mediocre emperor of the previous dynasty, and even wants to report the news. Kill him to get the right to fight, kill him to avoid future troubles, kill him to get the world! ”

"No—how could that be! No! She burst into tears, her hands over her ears, and the sudden truth almost broke her heart.

He didn't seem to want to let her go, he raised his arms, grabbed her shoulders, and continued: "He wants to betray his brother, and if he doesn't die, our whole family will die." The world that has been accumulated for a long time, how could the country at his fingertips be wiped out because of him alone! Blame your father, too cowardly, too incompetent, too stupid! ”

"Ahh She cried out in pain, feeling the world spin. If it weren't for his hands clamping her, she would have fallen to the ground.

The innocent eyes were tightly closed, as if they wanted to isolate the world from themselves. But no matter how she closed her eyes, the bloody picture always lingered, and the scene of the tragic death of her parents and family pierced her heart over and over again, and the resentment and pathos in her heart had reached the extreme.

Her heart was torn to shreds by this feeling, and the more she didn't want to recall, the clearer the recollection became.

He looked at her, and the deep pain made her delicate features distort a little, but it still couldn't hide the cold beauty. Her tears fell on his shirt, and in the blink of an eye, a large area was soaked.