Chapter 18
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Inside the Zi Chen Hall, there was a painting on the wall. There was a woman wearing a red cloak with a face that could cause the fall of a country.
She was holding a large red umbrella as she stood in the snow. The bells on her ankles were gold and silver as she looked at the youth kneeling on the ground.
"Were you like this back then?" A cold as water voice came from behind her. Luo Qingchen looked back and saw Zhao An Yang slowly walking towards her.
She gave a soft laugh and looked at him with a bit of panic as she asked, "The emperor's memory is quite good. After all these years, you can still remember it clearly … …"
"This was what this one drew in the past." His deep eyes rippled like water as he calmly looked at her.
Luo Qingchen was stunned as her eyes filled with disbelief. Her eyes were fixed on the date in the lower right corner.
— — Fifth year of Zhao Yin.
She pursed her lips and said, "In the past?"
Was he blind in the past!? How could a blind person draw her like this and it was so accurate?
"Is it strange?" Zhao An Yang's cold hand swept across her face as he softly said, "I asked many people and was beaten several times … …"
She stood there in a daze. She felt her nose ache and her tears almost fell down.
The youth that had been bullied in the Li Le Academy because of her, the youth that had been bullied by her even though he was blind, but still drew her.
She had thought that he only had hatred for her. He hated her for murdering his mother, he hated her for using her power to hurt him, he hated her for using the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus and the Luo Family's decree to force him to marry her.
"I always thought that you never loved … …"
"This one has never envied anyone since I was young, but when I met you in the Li Le Academy, there was not a single person that didn't admire you and like you. But this one can't even see what you look like. I envy them, at least they can see what you look like. " Zhao An Yang leaned back in the Zi Chen Hall's chair and closed his eyes. He cut off Luo Qingchen's words as if he was reminiscing about the past.
There was a bit of sadness in his eyes, but his lips were curled up.
Some people's love was to show off, like Luo Qingchen. Some people's love was to be silent, like Zhao An Yang.
Luo Qingchen walked to his side and was about to sit down.
Zhao An Yang's large hands wrapped around her waist as he held her firmly in his embrace. He whispered in her ear, "Qing 'er, about King Luo …"
Luo Qingchen was slightly stunned, her face a little pale.
She naturally knew what he wanted to say. The sudden death of the original owner's father was definitely not an accident as the Imperial Physician had said. The original owner believed that it was Yan Wu Se's doing, but there was no evidence.
Yan Wuse's country had been destroyed, so how could she have the ability to murder the Luo King?
Little did they know that Yan Wu Se's brother, Yan Zhen, had escaped a day earlier and was still alive in this world.
He had trained a group of mysterious assassins and had killed the Luo King without anyone knowing.
Zhao An Yang's heart ached when he saw her trying to hold back her heartache. The Luo King had shown him kindness in the past. If not for the Luo Family, he would not have been able to sweep through all the cities in the eastern continent. He would not have been able to poison his father and dig out his brother's eyes to avenge his mother.
"I don't blame you." Luo Qingchen shook her head. Seeing his hesitant face, she suddenly felt her heart ache.
She loved him more than she hated him … …
The world was in chaos, but the past was the past. Everyone had to die. The Luo King had spent half his life on the battlefield and had died in peace. He had fulfilled all his wishes and had died a worthy death.
Looking at the faint smile on her face, her eyes were as clear as water. She pursed her lips and the pear blossom hairpin on her head swayed. She shook her head and softly told him that she did not blame him … …
Why was he so moved? He wanted to hold her in his arms for the rest of his life!
Zhao An Yang reached out his large right hand and touched her face. His eyes darkened and he lowered his head to steady her pink lips.
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