The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

"It's really strange. Don't you know what happened to the other test subjects?"

Song Yanga slowly placed the dagger on the fire and looked at the little boy in front of him with a half-smile, as if he wanted to see directly into his heart through his black pupils.

But the other party did not show any fear, instead he looked at the Imperial Master with some impatience.

"I just want to know if you can do it. If not, I'll leave first."

"Don't be so anxious. Of course you can do it. Just lie down. Remember, don't blink. Hahaha."

Closing his eyes, he could only feel his heart pounding. He couldn't tell why, but he just felt that his choice was right.

The biting cold was approaching. He was just a child after all. No matter how fearless he was, he would still tremble nervously when facing the blade.

Unfortunately, Song Yanga was never a merciful person. He raised his knife and cut it down. With a sharp pain, he took out the black eyeball and placed it on the white cloth beside him.

What was used to replace it was a pair of dark green, snake-like pupils.

"It's amazing. It seems that fate always guides those who have lost their way. How did you know that it was time to get your original eyes back?"

"Clover..."

Unfortunately, Alfalfa could no longer hear his words. The pain was like thousands of needles piercing his eyes. He had to use all his strength to prevent himself from uttering a shrill wail.

"Tsk, although I don't want to care about you, but you are my only successful experimental subject, it's better if you don't die here."

The white silk cloth covered Clover's eyes, and he suddenly lost his sight, as if he had been like this before.

"Don't blame me. I'm just an innocent person who was teased by fate."

Song Yanga smiled as he wiped the blood off the dagger. Some of the blood also stained his sleeves. He frowned and took a look. Without hesitation, he threw his coat into the blazing flames. There was a crackling sound.

Taking a last look at the unconscious Clover, he hummed a strange tune and walked out with the removed eyeball.

"My eyes hurt..."

The pain was so severe that he wanted to use his hands to dig out the contents, but he couldn't control his body.

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent. I didn't notice that the prince's men had sneaked into the restaurant..."

"I think your eye is beyond saving. I can cure this poison, but your eyes are different. You know, it was taken out once before, so it still has hidden dangers."

An old voice was speaking, and he seemed to be sighing.

"However, fortunately, the poison only spread to your eyes, otherwise you would be in great danger."

No, that's not right. His eyes are still fine. They just need time to heal. The silver-haired man promised himself,

But he panicked for some reason, as if something he didn't know about had happened.

"I know, maybe... from the moment I chose to get my eyes back, this disaster was destined."

Alfalfa heard herself talking, but the voice was much deeper and more mature than her own.

“Hah… huh…”

He struggled to wake up. The pain in his eyes had become bearable. However, when he tried to pull down the white cloth, he heard a teasing voice.

"If I were you, I would keep my hands to myself right now."

That was the voice of the Imperial Master. He slowly approached, and the cold breath came over.

"It's really amazing. Even though it's the second time, the original eyes still suit you better."

As if hearing something incomprehensible, Clover stretched out her hand and waved it in the air.

"What do you mean? What original eyes?"

There was an imperceptible panic in his tone, and Song Yanga, who heard this, seemed to have suddenly realized something and spoke with a questioning tone,

"Hey, didn't I tell you? When you were born, I replaced your eyes. I took out your original dark green eyes and placed them in the Astrology Building."

Seeing that Alfalfa seemed to be going crazy, he hurriedly put aside his responsibilities.

"Don't think it's my idea. Your eyes will only cause you trouble if they stay in your body until you are stable. Once you are fully adapted, you will know everything naturally."

The little boy reached out his hand and touched his eyes covered by the white cloth. His hand was shaking slightly.

Are these my eyes, dark green, belonging to the Korlo people?

Is it because of these eyes that mother would?

No, even if he had these eyes, it wouldn't change anything. He knew very well that whether it was emerald green, dark green, or black, it was just because she didn't like it.

Time passed quickly. In just seven days, he was able to remove the white cloth and see a little faint light.

After another seven days, his eyes had completely recovered, and at this time, he also knew why Song Yanga said that to him.

"Snapped!"

The maid who came to change the medicine accidentally dropped the medicine bottle on the ground. She was so scared when she saw the pair of deep eyes that she trembled all over.

What kind of eyes were those? They were just like a snake hunting in the dark. It was so creepy when I locked onto them.

Looking at the maid who was frightened by her eyes, Mulv blinked and somewhat unskillfully retracted her aggressive gaze.

It was a very strange feeling, as if, after having this pair of eyes, his original human emotions were also disappearing, and he had lost interest in everything.

"Go back."

As he said this, the maid ran away in a hurry. Song Yanga came over from behind with his arms folded.

"It seems that you are completely recovered. That's great. After all, I don't keep idle people here."

The silver-haired man said this with a hint of meaning, and Alfalfa also stood up from the bed. In just half a month, his thin body seemed to have grown a little bit.

He still looked as thin and harmless as before, but when you get close to him, you feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Ah, it's really scary."

Song Yanga smiled, and then pushed him out mercilessly.

"Okay, you can go now. Use your original eyes to see the expressions of the others."

At that time, Alfalfa had already sensed the hidden gloating beneath that joking tone.

Dodging the vase that was thrown at him, he looked at his mother.

"You really are a monster, get out of here! Get out!"

Even in Fuqiu's eyes, there was a hint of fear, as if no one in this world had ever liked him.

No, maybe there was someone else. He remembered the girl in the black veil.