Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

He stared at the swaddled baby with a dark face and laughed silently. He turned to look at the dark night outside the window. It was midnight, the black clouds covered the bright moon, and the gloomy wind came in gusts.

The eunuch holding the baby knelt down with the emperor's laughter and said in a sharp voice, "Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty."

Looking at the picture in the mirror, Su Wujing's hand suddenly tightened, so his birth was premeditated and not a coincidence?

Lin Shuangchen also felt the same. He lowered his eyes and looked at Su Wijing beside him. His lips were slightly open but he didn't know how to persuade him. He could only hold Su Wijing's hand tightly and tell him that he was not alone.

The picture in the mirror moved rapidly. The swaddled baby was taken to a dark room and placed on the floor. Except for the wet nurse who came in several times a day, there was nothing else.

After giving birth, the imperial concubine woke up and was told that she had given birth to a stillborn child. She went crazy and said she didn't believe it, and the whole palace was looking for her child.

She found it, and on that dark night she saw the wet nurse going to breastfeed her. She followed secretly and saw her child, who was already one month old but did not open her eyes.

She immediately recognized that it was her child. She wanted to break in, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding outside the house, who escorted her back to the palace.

Soon the emperor came, and the imperial concubine begged the emperor to return the child to her, but the emperor just kicked her away and said in disgust, "If I don't have to use your life to break his relationship in the future, how can I keep you!"

The emperor left, and the imperial concubine collapsed on the ground and cried. I don't know how long it took before she got up. She was not crazy. She took good care of her body and reconciled with the emperor.

She heard the emperor's plan and knew that she was only a part of the plan, and she was not the only one. The entire harem was full of women with pure Yin destiny. They received the emperor's favor on the designated day, but she was the only one on July 15th. The baby was born that night, at the right time, when dark clouds pressed over the moon.

She was crazy, smiled, and secretly went outside the cold hut to look quietly for a long time, even though she couldn't see anything.

She got pregnant again, and this time she gave birth to a very healthy baby boy. The baby boy grew up day by day, and the mother would always tell the baby boy that you have a brother, and you have to protect him, no matter what happens to his brother. You must protect him.

Su Wujing frowned in confusion when he heard these words. He didn't believe these words were true. He clearly meant that he wanted to take care of his younger brother. How could this be like this?

Su Wujing raised his hand and patted his head. He remembered it correctly and he couldn't be wrong.

His hand was taken away and he was hugged tightly. He didn't want to see or hear, but he couldn't help but look up.

Nothing could be seen in the dark room, except for a vague figure sitting in the corner.

He had been in such darkness, unable to see or hear anything.

He couldn't speak and no one taught him.

The screen opened, from inside the house to outside, and back to the gorgeous palace. The baby boy had grown up and was happily chatting with the imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine was also smiling. She gently stroked the boy's head, held him in her arms and taught him to read and write. She no longer said anything about her brother, and all she could see was the child in her arms.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Su Wujing's mouth, and he said that those things must be fake, all of them were fake.

But his body was hugged tighter, and the sound of suppressed breathing could be heard in his ears, but Su Wujing was very indifferent. He had known for a long time that no one loved him at all.

Ten years of days and nights passed in a flash, and the emperor came to the palace again. He glanced at the child and said to the imperial concubine, "The time has come."

The imperial concubine froze, then knelt down and kept kowtowing to beg the emperor to take care of her child, which was also the emperor's child.

Every word I cried was bloody, and every time I hit it, I hit the cold floor tiles firmly.

After receiving the emperor's promise, the imperial concubine smiled. She changed into a gorgeous palace dress and led the boy to the small dark room.

The heavy door opened, and the child in the corner curled up. This was the first time he saw light, which made him unable to open his eyes.

He instinctively shrank his body and buried his head so as not to face the sun.

The beautifully dressed little boy spoke, raised his head and asked the concubine, "Concubine, is this brother?"

But the imperial concubine didn't speak. She just looked at the huddled child in the corner, looking at his too pale and thin appearance, and his whole body was in a mess.

Guilt and distress flashed through her eyes. She did not step forward. It was the guard at the door who helped the person in the corner out.

Back in the palace, the imperial concubine took away her child. She was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes and looked at the child in front of her with lifeless eyes.

She touched the face with red eyes, full of guilt, "My child, it's my mother who is sorry for you. My mother is useless and can't save you. But your brother is still young. How will he live in this palace without my mother? My child, you If you want to hate me, hate my mother, don’t hate him."

As the imperial concubine spoke, she put the dagger into the stunned boy's hand with trembling hands. She held the boy's hand and pointed it at her heart, tears streaming down her face.

She held the boy's shoulders and said, "You are my only hope. I promise you to protect Xuan'er. He is your biological brother."

The sharp point of the dagger pierced the heart, and warm blood flowed on the boy's hand. There was no emotion in his eyes. He just stood there and watched the woman fall indifferently, and his beautiful dress was dyed red with blood.

Then there were screams. He was pushed away and fell to the ground. The little boy knelt on the ground and shook the dying woman, crying for his mother and concubine. When he was picked up and taken away, the boy looked at him resentfully. .

He was taken away from a small, dark and cold hut into a larger dark room, where he was laid down on a large round platform.

With his limbs and neck bound, blood was flowing out from his limbs and bones. He still didn't feel anything at all. He just opened his eyes blankly and felt his blood being drained bit by bit, and his heart slowly stopped beating.

Lin Shuangchen felt angry even after seeing these scenes once. He reached out and covered Su Wujing's eyes.

He wanted to say not to look, he wanted to tell Su Wujing that everything was over.

But such words are of no use to Su Wujie. Even if he could cover Su Wujie's eyes and plug his ears, those memories are still deeply ingrained in his mind.

If Su Wujing couldn't forget it, it would be impossible for him to live with it.

As the painful screams rang out, Lin Shuangchen saw the child in the mirror wrapped in red runes, and his originally pale skin turned into blue-gray.

That's the color of the dead.

He bit his lip hard, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes were scarlet.

But he couldn't override the past life mirror, so he could only stare at the picture in the mirror, watching the past Su Wujing being overcontrolled, killing without restraint, and being despised and resented by the world.

He saw that his younger brother, who was supposed to be his closest relative, was full of resentment towards Su Wujing and wanted to kill him countless times.

But Su Wujing, who was turned into a corpse puppet, was heartless, painless and sorrowless. He still had no warmth when looking at the bloodline of his close relatives.