When Larard came again, I was digging next to the most blooming rose in the garden, trying to dig up the corpse that I had written in my diary, but I failed.

Actually, I didn't fail, next to the roses, I dug up other corpses, and the maids I thought were brought back by Lirad, all of whom had been stabbed in the heart by a stake, and died a miserable death.

I didn't think that one of my decisions would end them up like this, but the good news is that the girl whose cheek was cut by my ring is no longer bleeding.

"You shouldn't have any hope for that 400-year-old diary. ”

Lady Lillard didn't seem to see the garden that I had destroyed beyond recognition, and with a doting smile all the time, he watched me with a sloppy shovel of the girl's head with the wounded face, and then came to me and carried me back to the room.

"Who's that girl?"

My voice trembled a little, I couldn't believe that I had just done such an excessive thing to that girl, but at that time there was a voice in my heart that told me to do it, to ......

"She's the little princess of the Rednors, you probably don't remember. Lerard took off the dirty coat on my body expressionlessly, turned around and took another blood-red long coat from the closet, gently put it on for me, lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead, before slowly explaining, "More than four hundred years ago, the Rednor family tried to take you away from me, and I got rid of them all, leaving only that little princess......"

My existence has made so many people dissatisfied, so I am not a competent queen?

"Lerard......" I looked up, looked at Lerard's chin, and looked at it for a long time, "Were we happy before?"

"Yes. Lilard nodded heavily and pulled me to the third floor of the house.

There is only one room on the third floor of the house, which occupies the entire third floor.

The empty room had no furniture, but was filled with easels covered with white cloths.

"These are the lives we used to have. Rickard pointed to the easel in the room and looked down at me, "Do you want to see it?"

What's the difference between these and the diary?

I gently broke free of Llard's hand, walked over to the painting closest to me, and ripped off the cover from it.

On the screen, a red-eyed man looked at the sleeping little girl in his arms dotingly, the girl was three or four years old, sleeping very soundly, seemed to have a beautiful dream, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked and the smile was deep, and the corners of his mouth were still drooling, and the man smiled and reached out to wipe away the saliva.

I looked back at Lillard in confusion, his eyes were pale green, and the man on the picture had a pair of red eyes, could it be a person?

"That was when you were little. Lerard smiled and took me into his arms, pointed to the red-eyed man in the picture, and said lightly, "At that time, I had just taken the throne, and my eyes were the same as you are now, they were also red......"

"Why is it green now?" those green eyes made me feel distressed when I looked at them.

Lyrad shook his head, did not speak, but tore open another painting, in which two red-eyed people, a man and a woman, the man sat in front of the piano, his slender fingers on the black and white keys, and looked at the woman who was dancing not far away with a doting smile on his face.

The woman who was dancing could clearly see that it was me, and with the same innocent smile on her face as on the chapter, she turned her head to look at the man.