A person who is not as good as death,

It's her.

"Anyi." Chu Huai threw down the torture instrument in a boredom, glanced at the person who had fainted from pain, and then withdrew his gaze in scoundrels.

"Your Majesty." The second after Chu Huai finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared and knelt on the ground.

"Give this to this child who came in today." Chu Huai said carelessly, as if it was a simple thing, his eyes were a little lazy and cold, "She can't like this gift."

An Yi thought about the corpse that had been cut to an unnatural form and responded.

"There are a few obvious abnormalities in the harem at present?" Chu Huai asked.

"I have seen three behaviors and behaviors strangely, and there are four who have not found any problems for the time being. Two of them have changed drastically." The secret guard replied with a stern look.

"Continue to observe, you can't let go of a minute or a second." A slightly evil arc was raised on the corner of the young emperor's lips, and his cold black eyes were all inhumane.

"Affect the order."

The guards outside saw the young emperor coming out, quickly greeted him and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you still need to continue the trial?"

"After so many years, she just occasionally says something illogical, but she doesn't mention anything else."

"Continue." Chu Huai said as he walked, he stood in front of the door of the dark prison, as if standing at the junction of light and darkness.

The deep dimness and bright light and shadow intertwined, falling on the boy, reflecting his face and his expression seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, which made people unable to see or touch.

After Chu Huai walked out of the dark prison, he returned to the imperial study room.

He slowly pulled out a piece of white rice paper, and his black sleeves embroidered with light gold were gently rolled up, revealing a touch of exquisite porcelain-white wrists.

The young emperor stood there, lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and his fair and slender fingers held a brush, drawing a brush and ink on the flawless rice paper, smudged like ink, reflecting the clear and slender joints of the young man's hands.

He wrote down three words slowly.

The interweaving of snow-white and pure black is particularly conspicuous on rice paper.

——Strategist.

Chu Huai stared at the three words, and was silent for a few seconds before he casually continued to write down.

Every stroke and stroke, the pen is natural.

He wrote these messages separately,

Three years ago.

The country of Cheng perished.

Cheng Yan'er.

Chu Huai's eyes were deep and strange. He looked at the words in black and white and chuckled softly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

at last,

He actually crossed out all the words he wrote, and his ink was stained like a lotus, and the words were blurred.

Only two newly written words were left.

Surely it is—

Yu Bai.

All the words have been crossed out, and only this name is left.

The young emperor gently stroked the outline of the handwriting with cold fingertips, murmured softly, not sure who he was saying to.

"Don't be you..."

Tens of millions...

At this time,

The eunuch bent down on the cold obsidian floor and knelt down with a sharp voice: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yu has arrived at the palace."

Chu Huai's actions of holding the pen paused slightly. After a few seconds, he threw the brush aside casually and leaned back lazily.

The remaining ink on the brush touched the name, slowly eroded, and finally blurred.

“Where?”

The eunuch general manager knelt on the ground tremblingly and reported: "Young Master Yu is at the Eleventh Prince, and he needs a slave..."

"No need." Before the eunuch general manager finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Huai's lazy and evil spirit. The corners of his lips curled up with a slight arc, and the action of picking up the pure black sleeves was a bit cold and gloomy. "I'll go find him."
Chapter completed!