Jing Xian looked at the man standing outside.
Through the veil of the bamboo hat, he seemed to be able to see the man's eyes.
After a long time.
He said, "Come in."
The man outside rubbed the snow on his feet, then stepped into the room, but walked very slowly.
The breeze blew the veil of the bamboo hat on his head, faintly revealing his dry and peeling lips.
Jing Xian looked at him with shock and curiosity, even having the impulse to tear off the bamboo hat, to see what the mysterious man who had been communicating with him all these years looked like. Who was he?
It was just that he had restrained that impulse!
The man came in and stood in front of him.
"Sit."
The man lowered his body, hesitated for a moment, then lifted his robe and sat down cross-legged. His eyes deliberately looked at the paper that had already turned to ashes in the stove.
On that paper, there were only two words – black and white.
These two words did not have any meaning, it only represented his handwriting.
When Jing Xian saw the familiar handwriting, he knew that this was the person who had been communicating with him for many years, so he hurriedly invited him in.
Jing Xian put away his curious gaze, his face was normal, like he was meeting an old friend, then he poured a cup of tea for the man in front of him.
He pushed it in front of him!
"Recently, the wind and snow have not stopped, it just stopped today. You came at the right time." He said in a casual tone.
"To see your highness, this old man will come no matter how big the wind and snow is."
"Then why did you come?"
"Your highness should ask, why did I only come now?" The man corrected him.
Jing Xian smiled, "Good, then I'm all ears."
The man did not respond immediately, he stretched out his hand that had a scar because of the burn, picked up the teacup, gently swirling it, but did not bring it to his mouth, like he was admiring something precious.
Jing Xian looked at the hand that was horribly burned, his eyes slightly tightened. Although the man in front of him was as thin as a stick, wearing ordinary clothes, he sat straight, his whole body exuding a kind of awe-inspiring aura, noble, cold, unfathomable.
Until the moment when the man put down the teacup, a light voice came from under the bamboo hat.
"Because the time has come!"
Six words, light and heavy.
It was as if he was looking forward to it for a long time.
Jing Xian did not understand, but those six words made his whole body shiver, as if someone was scratching his back.
"Opportunity? What opportunity? "
"This is the best time!"
"Who are you?"
"Does it matter who I am?" the man asked. Jing Xian was silent for a moment as he scrutinized him. He slowly said, "Fifteen years ago, after my imperial mother died, if you hadn't secretly told me that I was pretending to be sick, my imperial father would have killed me long ago, and I wouldn't have lived to this day. All these years, you've plotted for me. To me, you're my benefactor.
If there was you, there wouldn't be me. But all these years, a question has been lingering in my mind. Who are you? Why are you helping me? "
He couldn't see the man's face under the bamboo hat, nor could he read his expression.
After a while …
The man said, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes," Jing Xian nodded, "There's no one else here, why don't you take off your bamboo hat? Show your true face. "
"Alright!"
Jing Xian readily agreed.
The man slowly got up and closed the door. Then, he reached out to pinch the bamboo hat and took it off under Jing Xian's curious gaze. As the bamboo hat was slowly lifted, the face hidden under the gauze curtain was gradually revealed. The weak light in the room mercilessly pounced on his horrifying face. Half of his face had been charred by the fire, leaving not a single piece of unharmed skin. His skin and flesh were connected and purplish-red, and even the fine blood vessels could be seen clearly.
He could see it very clearly. His eyelids were almost glued together, causing that eye to be opened very small.
At a glance, Jing Xian shuddered.
Even though the fire had destroyed half of his face, Jing Xian still recognized him.
"Clang!"
Jing Xian knocked over the cup in his hand, and the tea flowed down the table and onto his clean robe. His body leaned back a few inches, and he supported himself with both hands on the ground. He raised his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him in shock.
"Imperial Uncle?" His voice trembled.
Ah!
Imperial Uncle?
This person was the Imperial Duke! Fifteen years had passed, and the once elegant Imperial Duke was now as thin as a stick. He was dressed in coarse clothes, and his face was ruined. Not a single trace of his former elegance could be seen. Not to mention an ordinary person, he was no different from a half-dead, half-alive person. However, the noble aura in his bones had not diminished in the slightest.
Especially those eyes, which were firm and cold.
They carried an aura of unwillingness to admit defeat.
Jing Xian propped himself up, but his footsteps were unsteady and he staggered a few steps.
His eyes widened.
Unbelievable!
"How is this possible?" He was still in disbelief and astonished, "Could it be that the person buried in the mausoleum really wasn't you?"
The Imperial Duke said, "That's right, the person buried in the mausoleum was actually Zhao Hao."
"How … how could this be?"
The Imperial Duke smiled bitterly, "The fire that year really took my life. Fortunately, the heavens were merciful and allowed me to escape. I lingered on for fifteen years, and also hid for fifteen years like a puppet."
Jing Xian was speechless.
"More than seventy people in my residence were all buried in the sea of fire in one night. Their screams echoed in my ears every night, and it hasn't stopped for the past fifteen years."
The Imperial Duke's tone was very indifferent when he mentioned the events of the past, as if he was recounting something that had nothing to do with him.
But who could have known that at this very moment, the waves in his heart were tumbling like a raging sea?
It was hatred!
Jing Xian was still in a daze, and after a long time, he asked, "Then how did you enter the capital?"
The Imperial Duke said, "During the annual sacrifice, the Emperor invited monks from Guang 'an Temple to the capital to chant scriptures in the mausoleum. Therefore, the boxes containing the scriptures were not inspected when they were transported into the capital."
So!
The once majestic Imperial Duke actually entered the capital hiding in a box.
Ridiculous!
Jing Xian swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and asked, "Then why did you come to find me?"
The Imperial Duke said, "Haven't you always wanted to know why your Imperial Father was so cruel as to order your Imperial Mother to die? I'm here to tell you the truth. "
Ah!
The truth! Jing Xian's eyes were filled with confusion and excitement as he struggled to take two steps forward. His eyes were moist and red. "I still remember that after jiujiu died, someone sent a letter to Imperial Mother. Before she could finish reading it, Imperial Father's people came. I was hiding behind the curtains at that time and saw Imperial Mother with my own eyes.
Imperial Mother was forced to drink poisoned wine, but she was powerless. I knew that Imperial Duke's residence had something to do with Imperial Mother's death, so all these years, I tried my best to find out the truth and redress her grievances. But what happened that year? What made Imperial Father so cruel that he even wanted to kill me? "
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