The lives of more than 400 people cannot escape death. Even if the crime is absurd or false, this is not important. Whether it is true or false, the emperor speaks or the people in the world believe it. This is enough.

That day, the elderly General Chu, who was already old, was crying in front of the guillotine, his eyes were red, and his sadness pointed at the sky and scolded the emperor, and his words were weeping blood and heartbroken.

later,

Blood splattered in Chujing City.

At the same time,

The king gave it to the woman who was still in the cold palace who had a high fever.

A dagger, a bottle of poison, and a foot of white silk.

Lin Nianhua woke up in the middle of the night when she heard the rain, but got the bad news that the Lin family had been jailed and the whole house was raided. She was so angry that she spurted out a big mouthful of red blood. She suddenly burst into laughter again, crazy and crazy, as if she had used all her life's strength, and the laughter was sharp and harsh.

Her life,

Extremely ridiculous!

Extremely ridiculous!

It’s ridiculous that she was a loyal and wise man from the Lin family. She was a country all her life, but she was called a traitor until her death. She was pitiful and sad. She had also married the emperor and had also raised her crimes, but in the end she could not escape a plot from the emperor and pushed her from the high queen to the bottomless abyss with her own hands!

"Yan'er, you are the only one left in the Lin family." Lin Nianhua clenched the little prince's hand very hard, because even his knuckles were terrifyingly white, as if he had held the last straw tightly. Her eyes showed shocking hatred, staring at Mo Liyan tightly, crying and mourning: "You are the only one left in the Lin family..."

Mo Liyan was pinched and hurt, but he didn't say anything. He let Lin Nianhua pinch it quietly, quietly hanging his long eyelashes, casting a tiny and dark shadow.

A candle was shining brightly, and the little prince's expression was clearly extinguished.

"Yan'er, you have to remember that you are the blood of my Lin family, and you are the descendant of the Lin family!" Lin Nianhua held the young man's shoulder with both hands and held it hard, and was forced to look at her directly. Every word was shrill and desperate, and full of resentment, and was a thrilling crying emotion: "You want to avenge the Lin family! You want to live!"

"Yan'er, remember that no matter what you encounter or experience in the future, you must live for me! You must avenge the Lin family and be revenge! You must clear the Lin family of grievances!"

"You want to live, you want to hate, you want to take revenge, do you understand?!!"

She shook Mo Liyan's shoulder violently, extremely crazy, and kept talking and repeating these sentences over and over again, as if she wanted to engrave Mo Liyan in her bones so that he would never come out forever.

"Your grandpa, your grandmother, and all your relatives were killed by him Mo Qingcang!"

"Yan'er, you must take revenge at all costs!"

"Do you understand!"

The little prince replied calmly in a hoarse voice, his eyes were red inch, cold and gloomy: "I understand."

Lin Nianhua stared at the young child in front of her, and suddenly she woke up for a short time, gently and lovingly held the person in his arms. As if he was very young, he carefully patted the young man's tight and straight back and murmured to himself: "Don't hate his mother, mother just wants you to remember. The deep hatred of blood must not be forgotten, and he has to avenge him."

"Yan'er, you are the only one mother, you are..." She suddenly cried again, tears falling like rain, hugging Mo Liyan tightly, feeling the last trace of warmth in this world.

She suddenly thought of something, pushed the little prince away, pressed his shoulder, and bumped into the deep pupils of ink, warning Mo Liyan with the burning of life and the desolate past.

"Never fall in love with someone!"

"Don't believe in the so-called love like a mother... and end up like this."

"Never repeat the same mistake as your mother!!"

This is the last sound Mo Liyan heard in this world belonged to Lin Nianhua.

No tenderness, no love.

There is only endless sharpness and shrillness that exists, which slash hard through the ears like sharp blades, and hit hard in the heart.

Mo Liyan watched helplessly as Lin Nianhua staggered to the blood-red tray after saying the last sentence, and without hesitation, he picked up a dagger and pointed it at his heart, stabbed it with a knife!

Lin Nianhua didn't leave any way for herself. The knife stabbed her in the center and was extremely deep. She slowly fell to the ground and fell down overwhelmed. A thrilling blood-red rose spread from her heart, which meandered and gathered into large patches of bright red blood.

Before she died, she widened her eyes and stared straight into Mo Liyan's direction.

Die with your eyes open.

A blood-colored imprint was reflected in the boy's eyes.

In just one day,

He witnessed the scene of more than 400 people from the Lin family splattering blood in the execution ground in Chujing City.

He also witnessed his biological mother holding a dagger in front of him, and blood splattered.

This decisive and tragic way of death is used to make Mo Liyan remember his life.

Don't love.

Want to hate.

Want to take revenge.

Mo Liyan looked at this scene calmly, with a cold and gloomy temperament, and a deep and indescribable aura.

He walked slowly over, knelt in front of the corpse, looked at it lightly for a long time, then stretched out his hand, and closed his wide eyes.

The eldest daughter of the Lin family who was once the best in the capital and was in full bloom.

The girl general who once sang in the military and fought happily on the battlefield.

The queen of a country who was once full of joy, graceful and luxurious, shocked the emperor with a dance.

Now, such a embarrassment and such unbearableness have ended a short life with such death.

Mo Liyan felt a certain pain after realizing it. The bone-like pain followed like a shadow, and it occupied the position of the heart in detail, and every heartbeat and breathing were a sharp pain in the heart.

The woman who once smiled and coaxed him to sleep and made rose cream for him in a deep state.

The grandfather, who had been in a military life, was so noble and always threatened to take him to the battlefield, died.

The arrogant uncle who would take him to climb trees and shoot arrows, always looking cynical, was also dead.

There are so many people in the Lin family, so many people he is familiar with,

All dead.

None of them are spared.

at last,

He is the only one left.

The little prince stood alone in the dark room, his expression was always calm and gloomy. The light and shadow in his eyes were chaotic, floating and sinking, like cold and broken light falling into the abyss.

It turns out that this is the difference between the king and the minister, and this is the power of the emperor.

Regarding Lin Nianhua's last words, Mo Liyan felt that it was extremely ridiculous.

Since ancient times, emperors are the most ruthless.

Born in the imperial family, where did love come from?

That is never something that cannot be expected.

For the Emperor,

Never need sincerity.

Of course he won't, either

Repeat the same mistake.
Chapter completed!